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In 2051, AI solved poverty, disease, and war.It forgot to save meaning.

A car accident changed my life completely, and a series of unexpected adventures followed one after another. A perfect exam score, mastery of lottery scratching, a basketball prodigy, or a swimming champion? No — I am omnipotent. -------------------------------------- Author’s/TL's Note: Thank you for reading my novel! Your votes, comments, and Golden Tickets keep this story alive. Your support means everything. Love the story? Show your support with Power Stones — every one of them fuels my motivation! Found a mistake or plot issue? Drop a comment — I’ll fix it ASAP! The cover art is AI-generated. ----------------------------------------- Dropping this one because the contract application got rejected. Anyone who wants the chapters to be updated, pls leave a review. I'll upload again. Thanks, and sorry to all the people who supported this. :)

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Jay had always seemed like an ordinary young man—an orphan, one day he got fired from his job and got dumped by his girlfriend . For making end meets he started as drivio driver .After his First ride he gets a negative review and at that moment he gets a system which gives him a lot of wealth and luxury and everything he needs. But was jay really an orphan or something mysterious was happening around him , read negative review system and read for yourself what Jay's story holds.

Kick success and inspiration to achieve dreams in youth this book tells the story of Dian Damayanti's life journey while studying in Indonesia with all the existing economic limitations. These conditions forced him to study while working, helping others without any reward, devoting himself to saving the lives of many people and becoming a member of the editorial board/ member of the review committee/ and international scientific and conference speaker. However, all of these conditions did not dampen the spirit of Dian Damayanti. This girl even dared to make a dream to achieve her dream of being a member of the editorial board/ member of the review committee/ and international scientific and conference speaker world class before she was 30 years old. The interesting things you will get include: how to have a positive mindset; why discipline and passion are needed at work; from where the journey to lofty ideals must begin; what is the right attitude in the face of failure; and what should be taken in order to get the dream in youth. Motivate all young people around the world to reach their dreams and aspirations at a young age and continue to pray, try and dare to take action and give the best sacrifice for God, family, especially mothers and fathers, friends, nation and country. As a member of the editorial board, review committee and speaker of research journals and international conferences in the current era of the covid19 pandemic, this is an action that I take to help others and distribute my knowledge for free to help the whole world during a crisis like this. My dream is to educate all the children of the nation around the world. I help voluntarily with the knowledge I have to educate all children in the world. With my knowledge to get mercy and blessings from God for me and my family. Contains school trips, life problems, efforts to solve, awards, and future hope.

Tuesday had always felt ordinary for Elara. Until one night, at exactly 23:59, she watched herself die. And when her eyes opened again she was back in the same Tuesday morning. The day repeated. And repeated. And repeated. In every version of that Tuesday, Elara found a different death: drowning, burning, crashing, losing breath in the dark. She tried hundreds of ways to survive. But 23:59 always came, and she always died. Everyone acted as if it were a normal day. No one was aware. Except one person. Aiden Vale. The quiet man who worked on the eighth floor, who suddenly looked at Elara as if he already knew what would happen. Sometimes he remembered Elara. Sometimes he forgot. Sometimes he knew he was in a loop. Sometimes he returned to being a stranger. And the deeper Elara went into the hundreds of versions of Tuesday, she realized one thing: This loop was not happening naturally. Someone created it. And that person was Aiden. But Aiden himself was trapped by something that shattered his memories every time Tuesday restarted. To escape the loop, Elara had to uncover the truth: about the contract she once signed, about the death that never ended, and about the man who kept losing himself every time Tuesday ended. But when love began to grow between them. Elara had to choose: Free Aiden, and destroy the world she knows… or remain trapped in a Tuesday that never dies.

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When you die, you're judged. When a world dies… someone like me writes the report. Ren Kisaragi expected to wake up in a fantasy realm with a sword, some overpowered skill, and a prophecy with his name on it. Instead, he finds himself in a fluorescent-lit office, being handed a clipboard, a cursed pen, and a grim assignment: “You are now an Auditor. Your task is to assess the moral viability of this world.” Thrown into a crumbling fantasy kingdom teetering on war, corruption, and divine apathy, Ren must observe its people, systems, and soul—and then decide whether it deserves to exist. There’s no magic to save him. No cheat powers. Just a mind sharpened by cynicism, and a pen that compels brutal honesty. But the world isn’t ignorant. It feels his gaze. Whispers follow him. Old gods stir. And those with too much to lose will do anything to silence the man with the authority to erase their entire reality. Welcome to your second life, Ren. This time, you're not the hero. You're the judge.

Every Tuesday at 3:17 p.m., Class 2‑B dies in a school disaster. At least, that’s what happens in Satoru Ishikawa’s memories. Crushed beneath a collapsing ceiling, Satoru should have died for good ...... but instead he wakes up in his bed, at 7:00 a.m. on the same Tuesday, over and over. No matter how he dies, he always returns to that morning, and only he remembers each brutal, bloody end. Whenever he tries to tell anyone the truth, a suffocating, invisible force claws at his heart and threatens to kill whoever listens. Trapped in a death loop no one else can see, Satoru must uncover the real cause of the catastrophe, save his classmates especially the quiet, bullied girl he failed to help and survive the trauma of reliving their worst deaths again and again… before his own mind shatters under the weight of endless Tuesdays.

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?"