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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.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

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.