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Involved in separate accidents. Russel and Finn end up sharing a cubicle in the ER on a busy night. As the hours pass, separately and together, they face issues of life and death, human nature, addiction, perceived shortcomings, love, romance, and sexual arousal.<br><br>Both men are feeling flirty and friendly at first, until they end up in a heated argument about what feature in a man is more important, his face or his body. After some time alone to think, Russel is eager to apologize for losing his temper and to explain where he was coming from. Unfortunately, Finn never returns from surgery, leaving Russel both sorry and worried.<br><br>Is Russel’s chance to make amends really gone? What will happen if the two ever do come face to face again? Can Russel win Finn over or will the need to prove his point screw everything up again?

Imagine a new Professor just came into the most prestigious high school in the west. North Rayleigh Academy. When the professor's side-job is a world-renowned arms dealer for private armies. What challenges will they face? Will conflict of interest be the reason? External forces taking control over everything? Or will it be war bigger than what students face. Will the lessons of chemistry be helpful to the students? Is there something bigger running the entire school or is there an industry developing from the school itself? Vaughn is a man of many talents, skills, and ideals. Business comes first for him but that will change once he takes a step into his class changing his beliefs that runs his everyday life. "Give an artist an inspiration... they'll make art. Give a student hope.... they'll thrive and be the best they can be. Give an army a stockpile of weapons... they'll create nothing but piles of bodies and mayhem along their path. I wonder sometimes if my students are actually listening to my lessons. I sure do hope they get more excited over science." -Professor Vaughn Killford.

David wakes up in a world of steam rifles and supernatural blades, evil rituals and mysterious paths. After a blood ritual gone wrong, he faces certain death at the claws of monsters. To survive, he makes a forbidden choice: graft the arm of an evil god onto himself. [Limb Grafting Ritual Complete] Now David can devour the limbs of anything he kills—monsters, beasts, even gods—grafting their powers onto himself. Each new arm grants him devastating abilities: crush skulls with a divine corpse's hand, tear through armor with monster claws. Who knows what horrors await in stronger prey? He hunts in the darkness. Devours the darkness. Seals the forbidden. Becomes the forbidden. They call him a hunter of monsters, but the truth is simpler—he's becoming the thing they should fear most.

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Imagine a new Professor just came into the most prestigious high school in the west. North Rayleigh Academy. When the professor's side-job is to be a world-renowned arms dealer for private armies. But this time what if you kept in touch with your past a very vivid touch with your horrifying past and embraced it once again "Give an artist an inspiration... they'll make art. Give a student hope.... they'll thrive and be the best they can be. Give an army a stockpile of weapons... they'll create nothing but piles of bodies and mayhem along their path. I wonder sometimes if my students are actually listening to my lessons. I sure do hope they get more excited over science." -Professor Vaughn Killford.

I awoke in the body of a dead noble, beneath a sky shrouded by a colossal planet. Steam rifles clash with transcendent blades; vile rituals intertwine with mysterious paths of power. To survive, I grafted the arm of an eldritch god onto myself—countless limbs now writhe as one with my body, while cursed aberrations and spectral horrors walk at my side. * The claw of a monster? Graft it. * The limb of the dead? Graft it. * A construct of cold metal? Graft it. * Twisted flesh? Graft it. * Writhing tentacles? Graft them all. A hunter of the dark, devouring the abyss, sealing the forbidden—until I become the forbidden itself…

A young boy with nothing to live for was given a chance by a young noble girl to change his fate to become a warrior, a friend and a hero Forging ahead with only his will,determination and newly created arm he became a legend. This is the story of young Jero the solid arm gear arsenal!

In the long shadow cast by Edenia—Tanasma's most prosperous and pacified continent—rises a desperate clamor from the fractured fringes of the world. ARM RACES is the chronicles of a turbulent era of rising militarism, fragile alliances, and brutal conflicts as smaller nations scramble to match Edenia’s technological, magical, and militaristic supremacy. While Edenia maintains its polished façade of peace, the rest of Tanasma roils in fear, ambition, and vengeance. Set during the mid Second Age, the novel unveils a complex web of rivalries and ideologies. In the volcanic highlands of Volgrad, the theocratic warlords forge steel and faith into weapons of conquest, seeking to reclaim ancient dominion. Across the crystalline tundra of Nirang, a resource-starved technocracy races to replicate Edenian airships, risking war with Tzaria, a desert confederacy whose mutant-hunting syndicates jealously guard trade routes and secrets. Meanwhile, the jungles of Ravkari—a loose alliance of tribal warrior-states—embrace blood-soaked traditions and mystic relics, resisting both Edenian influence and northern encroachment from Velmara, a monarchist remnant empire with dreams of unifying the continent under a single crown. As arms stockpiles grow and saboteurs move in shadows, tensions erupt. Border skirmishes ignite into full-blown wars. Secret pacts are betrayed. Supernatural weapons—fragments of ancient dragon essences, mutant warlords, and forbidden elemental tech—tip the balance toward chaos. Though none of these nations rival Edenia in size, each clings fiercely to its faith, its people, and its pride. ARM RACES does not tell the story of one war, but many—the story of how fractured nations, born from the ashes of lost empires and divine wrath, claw their way through fire and steel to survive the judgment of history.

Reborn alongside her son, Chen Xiaobao, Chen Momo learns from the mistakes of her past life and starts a frantic hoarding spree. To survive, the mother-and-son duo each put their skills to use in the apocalypse. The lively little Chen Xiaobao quickly wins everyone's heart, and Chen Momo finds love of her own in the apocalypse too...

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.