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Young Master Lu says, "My wife knows nothing at all and has a bad temper. You'd better not bully her." Gu Mang watches silently as this man warns everyone who comes his way. Young Master Lu says, "Read properly. How can you remember anything if you flip the pages so quickly?" Gu Mang takes up another book and reads it speedily. Young Master Lu complains, "What should I do when my babe hates studying?" What else can he do other than dote on her? Until one day... "Young Master, numerous universities in the capital and even top universities overseas are fighting to get Madam to enroll!" "Young Master, many TCM research centers are getting into deadly squabbles over hiring Madam." "Young Master, a legion of huge international law firms want to employ Madam." "Young Master, several eminent hacking organisations are here too..." "Young Master, multiple financial groups have come..." "Young Master..." To all these, Young Master Lu says, "What the f**k! Get out of here!" Yes, his wife is a genius.

He was looking for love while she.. she was looking for power.

Yang Feng somehow transmigrated into a different world and received a legacy of an ‘ancient high tech’ family, which does not directly raise his power, but gives him the technology to build things which are way more advanced than the seemingly medieval world. But to build something you need resources and energy. To receive resources you need strength. To gain strength you need knowledge. To gain knowledge you… need strength? or a background? Or maybe a fully armed army of high tech robots who aren’t afraid of death? But is this legacy really for him to keep? .... Nothing here belongs to me but there respective owners. Author: Assets Exploding, Zi Chan Bao Zeng

The Trinity of Death: The Swordsman of Rolling Heads—by Jhunzkie Rakabuba. Ayronee died by his own choice — a rooftop, a fall, a desperate bid for silence after years of mockery ground him to nothing. Death did not deliver peace. An angel delivered an ultimatum instead: live again, or burn forever. He chose life not because he wanted it, but because the alternative was worse. Reborn as Hexia in a medieval fantasy world, gifted with power he never asked for, and bound by one condition that cannot be broken — he cannot die by his own hand. Ever. Eighteen years of training. Three years of emptiness. A legend built entirely in blood. By eighteen, Hexia is the Swordsman of Rolling Heads — a protector whose signature technique, the Guillotine, is a perfectly horizontal strike that ends threats with surgical finality. Crimson-eyed and emotionally hollow, he kills fifty bandits in five minutes and walks away feeling nothing. He is not living. He is enduring — waiting for a death that will never come, having reduced his entire world to one pursuit: peace at any cost. Then Sirenia arrives, and refuses to look away. Silver-haired, stubborn, and perceptive in the way only the fearless can be, Sirenia sees past the blade and the emptiness to the man being slowly destroyed beneath both. Hexia saves her from an ambush. He heals her. Neither is prepared for what that exchange costs them. Over six months, patient and persistent, she begins dismantling what he spent years constructing — not through force, but through sheer presence. Slowly, painfully, Hexia begins to understand that survival and living are not the same thing. Then the past returns, and shatters everything. Lhoralaine — the childhood love Hexia buried in silence — reappears alongside Fred, the man who took her, who has spent years wearing friendship like a mask over something far colder. One confrontation in a tavern. One rolling head. And the world learns what happens when the Swordsman's carefully maintained restraint finally breaks. What follows is larger than murder. Fred's death was not merely a killing — it was a key. Ancient seals crack open. Six god-like entities called Ancients stir from imprisonment beneath the world. Angels and demons descend to deliver a verdict no one in that tavern was prepared for: Hexia did not commit a crime. He triggered a countdown. In six years, Ignarok — the Eternal Flame — rises to reduce continents to ash. Every six years after, another Ancient wakes. If all six are freed, the Primal Ancient returns, and existence ends without ceremony. Six marks. Six heroes. Six years. A divine hexagram burns into Hexia's palm. Five others bear the same mark scattered across four continents — each wielding an element, each carrying damage the world has not yet seen. Hexia, Sirenia, and Lhoralaine must find them, from Nerissa the void-wielding dwarven princess to strangers whose names and wounds remain unknown, and forge something resembling an army from people who barely know how to survive themselves. This is not a story about heroes who rose to the occasion. It is about a man who wanted to die being forced to save everyone. About two women fighting for the heart of someone who has forgotten it exists. About whether people shattered at the foundations can hold the weight of the world — or whether the weight simply finishes what the breaking began. The Ancients are waking. The mark burns. The clock has started. And Hexia — who asked only for silence — must now decide whether existence, for all its agony, is worth the fight.

What image comes to mind when you hear the word "Hero"? Perhaps the real question is, what is your ideal hero? Strong, glorious, and fearless even in the face of perilous foes? A magnificent warrior of peace and justice to whom everyone can look up? If you answered yes. Then Gideon may fall short of your expectations. He was summoned to another world against his will and forced to survive the dangers of the new world while pursuing the grand mission imposed on him. Gideon, who has no faith in his own abilities and believes he is unworthy of the title of powerful warrior, let alone hero. A damaged soul with a deeply flawed personality. However, a hero would be incomplete without his dependable aides. Because he is not fighting alone in this battle. Within him, he has unexpected, unwelcome, and obligatory allies. Yes, inside him. Being one-of-a-kind does not automatically make someone special. But being special does not necessitate being unique... or alone. Not everyone is chosen to be a hero, and not everyone chooses to become one. Not all heroes wear capes and shining armor, and not all heroes are perfect. Some of them are messed up, severely flawed, and ridiculously chaotic. This is a story about a group of not-so-heroic people who share a single body. Join Gideon Brangwen and his less-than-ideal companions on their long, arduous, and colorful journey to the world of Eteria, and watch them grow from zero to almost heroes. Not quite a hero, but not far off. *** [Posting Schedule: 1k words every chapter on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays] I can only write 1k words per day and cannot write every day.

The zither and lute sing in harmony with white heads.

Cirus, a child from a wealthy family, lived alone with his mother and their servants in a grand mansion, isolated from the outside world. Longing for companionship, he one day asked his mother if he could accompany her to visit an old friend, hoping to find a friend of his own. During their visit, they were warmly welcomed by his mother's friend, who introduced them to her son, Neal. The two boys quickly bonded, sharing everything and becoming the best of friends. However, fate was cruel-Neal's father had to move abroad for work, forcing Neal to leave. Cirus was devastated but eventually moved on with his life. Years passed, and on his 18th birthday, Cirus was reunited with Neal. Their friendship rekindled as if no time had passed, and they spent their days together, strengthening their bond. But one day, tragedy struck. As they were walking, the earth trembled, and a massive crack opened beneath them. Neal, without hesitation, pushed Cirus to safety-at the cost of his own life. Shattered by grief, Cirus refused to accept what had happened. Consumed by loss and desperation, he set out on a relentless search for Neal, unable to believe that his dearest friend was truly gone.

When God descends into Hell to confront his rebellious son, Lucifer opens the gates for humanity to make their own diabolic pacts. Seven people receive cursed coins: 'heads' brings divine adoration and power, 'tails' awakens worldwide hatred—and their families pay with their lives.Kaios Dervios sacrificed everything for the masses' worship. But a mysterious force is eliminating the coin bearers one by one, and the game that promised glory may become his downfall.

On Hiatus... Still... too much is being story boarded my glorious readers. Brightside is, I apparently made a multi- multi verse level story whose scale is nothing to scoff at since everything from any canon story or fanction, sort of, counts as a part of my story.... (Shit)-Background: Humanity is bound to make an irreparable mistake when given enough time. The 2**0's proved to be a periodd of time where such a mistake was infintesmally close to being reached. There are only known 5 known pieces information that we can be sure of now, two of which were gathered by the survivors of that dreadful timeperiod. 1) Nuclear weapons and bioweapons were used simultaneously 2) The (objectively) best and brightest minds and bodies of the world were herded like cattle to one nation 3) It is the best and near extinction experience any species, known to mankind, has ever had. 1) Approximately 70% of all habitable land became uninhabitable within the first few months and increased to as much as 97% by the end of the era 2) The survivors were all chosen, regardless of race or creed, by the worth of their skill. The worlds most influential leaders, the just and corrupt; The most intelligent scientists and mathematicians, moral or unethical; The most innovative and inspiring artists, modern, traditional, contemporary, parody...etc; Ths most knowledgeable historians; farmers; and every other occupation that can be statistically analyzed to find the best person who worked result under the most fair and worst conditions. These people used every means necessary to not only survive, but thrive under a deadly environment. The ultimate result was a 10 year long golden age that surpassed all of humanity's previous advancements. Every renaissance or enlightenment paled in comparison to the transformations that happened in this time. Humanity, quite literally, opened the doors to safty and Into the greater universe. As for the bombs that drove humanity to the brink, they remain a mystery. No human being knew the reason for using the release of nuclear weapons bombs and a viscious bioweapon. The first attack could have been a mistake or intentional. Someone in a random government could have given orders or it could have been a disgruntled leader. It could have been a terrorist group or a hacker or a simple series of, highly unlikely, technological malfunctions. The outcome of humanity's greatest folly has however, 100 years later, has given rise to everything we have today. A universe that is just an open doors way away

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"