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Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System. Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences. But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy! Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain... Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence. Before he knew it, his works became popular. Selected reader comments: “This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!” “With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.” “Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)” Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true! The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!” Lin Chuan, “Huh?” The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?” Lin Chuan's vision went dark. Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

The earth has entered the era of aura recovery, and human beings have started their supernatural awakening! Jiangnan suddenly awakened the strongest stall system. Potion? Detoxification soybeans? Lucky cherries? In short of supply! The world’s top gods, richest men, beautiful school girls, popular anchors, cold goddesses, and peak powers have all come to buy. Jiangnan: “I’m not interested in making billions of dollars! I just want to pit… Uh, my wish is for world peace!” If you like this, please support us through P at reon to read more chapters Pa tre on : https://www.pa tre on.c om/SystemTranslation

With a Heaven and Earth Scale, all things can be sold. After Song Ciwan became a Demon Cleaner on the Demon Refining Platform, she discovered this profession suited her very well. When others wash demons, they get tainted by Malice and have their lifespans shortened. But when she washes demons, she can extract the Malice and sell it to the Heaven and Earth Scale. A mere three taels and four qian of Malice can be exchanged for thirty years of Lifespan. With a trade every day, longevity is just around the corner! ...... [She sold a catty of the seven emotions and six desires from a scumbag and obtained the Cultivation Technique, Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting.] [She sold a plate of sour and spicy pork intestines and obtained a Strengthening Pill.] [She sold the remorse of a corrupt official and obtained the Strange Technique, Skin Painting.] [She sold the tears of a miser and obtained the Immortal Technique, Cloud Formation and Rainfall.] [She sold the schemes of a Demon Lord and obtained the Daoist Technique, Scattering Beans into Soldiers.] ......

Alex Carter, a typical college graduate, is shocked to discover that his security guard uniform has the ability to transport him to the past — a past that is devastated by famine, where food and water are highly valued commodities. A single bottle of mineral water from today's world can be traded for gold. Two cans of instant meal packs from today's world can buy him one oiran's favor. Moving between the two world, Alex exchanges mundane supplies for wealth, accumulating riches and power in small increments. These days, becoming the richest person in the world in a year's time — well, that is not such an ask, is it? Back in the old days, consolidating the whole empire in two years — completely normal, isn't it? ________________ Having Exams of my High School....will be updating a lot less .... This novel is solely being updated on webnovel, if you’re reading it somewhere else. Then you may be getting my outdated chapters and are being plagiarized.

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”

In a remote alleyway stands a store. No one truly understands what it is selling, but people traverse it anyway. "I hear the place fulfills your wildest dreams," says a female who wants to remain unnamed. "People who enter never wish to leave." "The store-owner is a jerk—the prices are expensive, the staff is rude and you serve yourself," another male explains, "what, I'm still going though." "I'm just here to look at the cute girls," says—well, his opinion doesn't matter, anyway. "Listen, whatever you do, don't mess with the immortal siblings there. Who that is? The store-owner and his sister, of course! Why we call them that?" The person shudders. "Because we couldn't think of a fiercer name yet." Within the store, an inconspicuous youth sits at the counter. In his head rings a cold voice, "Quest completed, ask Host to prepare for the next one." "Eh, but I don't wanna." "Quest issued, asking Host to check." "Meh, I don't like it, give me something else." "Non-compliance will lead to death." "Sure, I'd love to see you try." "...Please just do the quest." Welcome to the Store of Fates! Dear customer, would you like to change your destiny too? .................................................................................. For chapters not yet released here, news of updates and future merch, character art, and discussions with either readers or writers, please follow this link: https://discord.gg/RnRQD73j8b or write me on Rafuk#5512.

As she walked back to her room, her mind raced. "Oh no. I'm inside a novel. This novel," she thought, panic bubbling beneath her composed exterior. She was living in the world of the book she had been so engrossed in, reincarnated as the character everyone loved to hate. Determined to survive and rewrite her fate, Amelia resolved to navigate this treacherous new world with care. She would use her knowledge of the novel to her advantage, starting with maintaining her new persona as the overly friendly, reformed stepmother. And perhaps, just perhaps, she might even find a way to win the cold duke's heart.

"Prophecies are meant to be fulfilled. This one was meant to be erased." At the end of Kali Yuga, the world waits for Kalki—the divine avatar fated to end the age of darkness. But fate has fractured. A new force walks the earth. Not born of prophecy. Not blessed by gods. An anomaly—unrecorded, unpredicted, unstoppable. He wears silence like armor. His past, a ghost. His strength, immeasurable. And wherever he walks, the lines of destiny begin to tremble. Some whisper he’s a myth reborn. Others fear he’s a warning written too late. But all will soon understand: He was never meant to exist… and yet, he is here. And he brings with him only one vow: “I Shall Write My Own Destiny!.”

THE REGRESSOR WHO CAN REWRITE REALITY The day the world ended... Armin died Cities fell overnight Humanity was hunted to the brink of extinction by terrifying mutations and in the end even hope was erased But death was not the end Armin awakens on the very first day of the apocalypse carrying memories of a future where everyone he loved was slaughtered and humanity was annihilated This time he refuses to let history repeat itself Armed with the mysterious Book of Grammarry an artifact capable of rewriting reality itself Armin begins changing the future one event at a time Yet every change creates an even greater ripple Monsters evolve years before they should Forgotten horrors awaken too early The future he once knew is collapsing before his eyes Elsewhere a mysterious young man named Eren searches the ruined world for his younger sister Possessing monstrous strength and an unknown past he soon collides with awakened warriors hidden noble bloodlines and enemies powerful enough to shake nations As humanity fights for survival an unimaginable truth is revealed The apocalypse was never an accident It is the opening move of a cosmic game orchestrated by gods Ancient beings watch from beyond reality Divine crystals awaken extraordinary powers Towers pierce the heavens Dimensional gates tear open the fabric of the world And every survivor is nothing more than a player in a game where entire universes are treated as entertainment To save humanity Armin must rewrite destiny itself But lurking at the end of every possible future stands the greatest nightmare of all the being who once exterminated mankind... a man who was once Armin's closest friend In a world where reality can be rewritten, fate itself has become the greatest enemy The game has begun

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!