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CORRECTION: The Naked Sword Book One Kairo Shen dies on a bathroom floor in Osaka at twenty-six. No light, no warning. He wakes up naked in a forest that has no name for him, in a world that has never heard of him, with nothing but the clothes a stranger lends him and a mind that cannot stop mapping what it sees. What he sees is a system. A levy that bleeds villages dry by design. Stewards who walk through doors like they own them. A lord who eats well while old men stop tending their gardens. He has no magic. No sword. No destiny handed to him by anyone. What he has is the ability to read a broken thing and understand exactly where the rot started. And the patience to build, from nothing, the tools to correct it. Book One follows Kairo's first year. From a forest floor to a village to a garrison to a battlefield. From nobody to Shield Warden. From a man who woke up with nothing to a man who knows what he is building and why it is going to take much longer than he wants it to.

I was born to be Alpha Jaxon Eldridge's fated mate. Yet he branded me "unstable." He said emotion was a defect. A weakness to be eradicated. Especially for an Alpha's mate. On the day our bond was confirmed, he clasped his latest invention onto my wrist: the "Mate Bond Stabilizer," a metal cuff that clung to my skin like a second shadow. At the slightest flicker of emotion, the cuff would flash red. Then, Jaxon would inject me with a wolfsbane-silver compound, "correcting" my "flaw" with the searing pain of my inner wolf being set ablaze. But Briar, the woman always glued to his side, wore a cuff that glowed a steady, unwavering green—the symbol of a perfect match. Even when she contradicted him in public, the green would only pulse gently. And me? All I had to do was whisper, "Jaxon, I painted something new, I wanted to show you," and my cuff would erupt in a blinding red glare. The punishment was always the same: excruciating pain as the toxin seared through my veins. I used to argue. But Jaxon's response was always the same. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is the best teacher. This is all for the good of our bond." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe him. I started to believe that I was the one who was broken—born to be out of control. On the night of the pack's annual Sovereign's Gala, Jaxon was taking Briar as his date. Earlier that day, I'd lost myself in a painting, pouring too much of my heart onto the canvas, and my cuff had flared red. He began the punishment. But this time, the cuff malfunctioned, delivering a dose a thousand times stronger than usual directly into my veins. I collapsed onto the carpet, begging, "Jaxon, the cuff... it hurts... help me." My cuff was flashing a frantic red. Jaxon just glanced down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "So desperate for attention that you lose control this easily? You're pathetic." He turned, taking Briar with him, and slammed the door shut. Jaxon must be right. The cuff is red. It can't hurt that much, can it? I'm just making a scene again. Desperate for sympathy. I'm sorry, Jaxon. In the next life, I promise I'll be the perfect mate you desire.

I was born to be Alpha Caelan Valerius's fated mate. But he saw emotion as a weakness that had to be purged, labeling me "unstable." To "correct" me, he carved the Soul Brand into my wrist with his own hands on the day of our bonding ceremony. Whenever my inner wolf stirred, the brand burned with a scarlet glow, and Caelan would use the agony of Moonflower Aconite essence to force my submission. Unlike me, the brand on the wrist of Willow, the woman always by his side, glowed with a steady green light—a symbol of perfection. After thousands of searing burns, I began to believe I truly was broken. On the day of the pack's Alpha Coronation Dinner, I had exhausted myself creating the Pack's Visionary Painting. The brand lit up red again, and Caelan began his punishment. But this time, the brand malfunctioned, flooding my body with a thousand times the normal dose of aconite essence. I collapsed, begging for help. Caelan, however, only stared down at me with cold indifference. He sneered, accusing me of faking it, then slammed the door and left with Willow. As my consciousness faded, I thought, Caelan was right. The brand is red. I've lost control again. I'm sorry, Caelan. In the next life, I promise I'll be the perfect, emotionless mate you always wanted.

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For nine years, Elias Venn worked at Northfold Archive, a secretive institution that stores classified records too dangerous for governments, corporations, and even history itself. Then one night, he discovers File 2711. A file that officially does not exist. Inside is a photograph of Elias. Taken tomorrow. Within hours, his employee records vanish. Security systems deny his existence. Coworkers forget ever meeting him. Even old family photographs begin changing, replacing him with someone else. As reality quietly erases him, Elias uncovers a horrifying truth: Northfold Archive is not an archive. It is a correction system. For centuries, an unseen intelligence has been rewriting reality whenever contradictions appear—deleting impossible events, fixing historical errors, and ensuring humanity never notices the seams of existence. But Elias isn't merely a victim of the system. He's the reason it exists. Somewhere beyond reality lies a forgotten truth so catastrophic that the universe built an entire mechanism to bury it. File 2711 is the final lock on that secret. And Elias has already opened it. Now hunted by living corrections, alternate versions of himself, and a reality that grows more unstable by the day, Elias must uncover what lies beyond the archive before the system completes its final patch. Because if he remembers the truth... The world as humanity knows it may never have existed at all.

In a city drowning in corruption, justice is just another business. Leon Vargas, a broke programmer working himself to the bone, loses everything,his mind, his girlfriend, and his mother because he couldn’t afford the world’s cruelty. Ready to give up, he’s suddenly pulled into a strange new reality. A mysterious system that rewards him for correcting Gotham’s corruption, Leon becomes L , a faceless hero who came to get rid of the evils in Gotham.

Lilith a hopeless romantic cafe girl after wishing and dreaming about the perfect guy she runs into more than one each different then the last while Casey does everything he can to help but things take a turn for a worse mentally and physically

Don't close your eyes, You better run, and don't look back! Because What happened underground is what is happening at the surface that conquers the city in just one bite, you will walk with them and eat with them when every human is equal. No rich or poor, but no justice too, and this is not the life I wanted because all of us can be the next patient X.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"