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(lowercase intended) "i still remember the look on your face," "when i told you," "i loved you." a short series in which Aera writes letters to the Oliver she once knew. C O M P L E T E D B I T T E R S W E E T E N D I N G

Humans have discovered that dimensional planes with alternate realities exist. More and more realities are being discovered everyday and multiple problems the human race has been faced with are being solved by the new resources and discoveries. Those who do go to new dimensions are called “divers”. Large cooperations have been built with the aim of finding more and more resources that benefit humans using what they see as expendable lives. Poor, disabled, and disadvantaged people are tricked into or even forced into being divers and earn barely enough to keep food on the table. After many explorations and developments of dimensions there are now even schools dedicated to becoming a diver and going there is practically a ticket to being famous and successful. The most successful divers make hundreds of millions a year from the companies benefiting from them and often discover miraculous things. The mc lost her parents to the greed of others and wants nothing more than to destroy this cruel system of exploitation.

The gods are eating us. Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Literally. Every soul that dies passes through seven divine toll booths, and at each one, the Thrones take a piece—the part that remembers, the part that matters—before letting the rest continue to rebirth. They've been doing this for eight thousand years. The math doesn't lie. The ledgers don't balance. And Cael Morrow, gutter-raised pattern-seer with too many knives and not enough impulse control, just found the receipts. Now he's on the run. Died once already—came back because his wife Veraine pulled him through death when they were twelve and apparently that creates a permanent cosmic leash. The Ember, god of passion, tasted his soul and wants seconds. The other Thrones want him silenced. And somewhere in the crawlspaces between realities, a rebellion is forming out of smugglers and abandoned children and a three-hundred-year-old double agent who's been waiting for exactly this moment. Seven books. Seven thefts. One heretic who can't stay dead trying to figure out how to unmake heaven without breaking everything else in the process. The catch: the gods aren't evil. They're scared. They broke the wheel when they built their Thrones, and the wound at the bottom of existence—the Gnaw—has been spreading ever since. They keep feeding because they don't know how to stop. Because stopping might kill them. Because eight thousand years of consumption has made them need it the way fire needs fuel. Cael doesn't want to destroy them. He wants to give the universe a choice. Open the wheel. Remove the toll booths. Let souls decide for themselves: return, remain, dissolve, transcend. Death as a door instead of a funnel. But someone has to become that door. Someone has to stand in the threshold forever. He thinks it should be him. Veraine has other ideas.

Flynn is a Sensual Demon who feeds on the erotic desires of others. In Las Vegas, there’s a lot of naughtiness to be found. Yet, with his appetite easily fulfilled, Flynn finds himself hungering for the touch of his forbidden lover. After all, it’s Christmas, and it’s been far too long since he last crossed paths with Samuel.<br><br>What he doesn’t know is that the feeling is mutual. As an angel, Samuel’s existence is jeopardized with every trip he makes to Vegas. Angels aren’t allowed within the city limits. But he can’t stay away from Flynn any longer. He needs that little taste of darkness.<br><br>Little does Flynn know Samuel has a kinky scavenger hunt in store for him.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.

The renowned powerhouse of the Space-Time Administration Bureau, Sister Yun, frantically accumulated points for an early retirement. After accepting a mission for a supporting female character's counterattack, she made the male and female leads cry with anger! Sister Yun's famous quote: A supporting female character who doesn't make the male and female leads cry with anger is not worthy of retiring~ The First World: The Humble and Long-Suffering Wife of a Bygone Era After transmigrating into the role of the original, long-suffering wife, she not only broke up the officially designated couple but also stole the male and female leads' Golden Finger, making a fortune by hoarding goods. The Second World: The Fair, Rich, and Beautiful Fake Heiress of a Bygone Era Tragically Becomes Cannon Fodder As the beautiful-as-a-flower cannon fodder fake heiress, after latching onto the supporting male lead, she lived a delightful life~ The Third World: The Devoted Supporting Female Character in a Historical Era Novel After transmigrating into the role of a hopelessly devoted supporting female character, she had a change of personality, dumped the heartless male lead, returned to the city to flirt with the supporting male lead, and found it so satisfying~

Reborn into the past, Zhao Nuanyue is no longer willing to be morally blackmailed by her so-called relatives and be a puppet at their mercy. She will use her own abilities to protect her younger brother and personally take revenge for her past life. Her benefactor from her past life is in a coma, and she voluntarily becomes a bride to ward off bad luck, becoming his wife. What was a solo fight transforms into a tag-team takedown, crushing those cruel, malicious bitches and scumbags from her past life! That man: "Whoever bullies you, I'll kill them!" That woman: "No need. Just dote on me. I'll take care of trashing the scum myself!"