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At 2:15 AM, Karachi stops breathing. The clocks freeze. The lights die. And the city wakes up to something else. Saleem is 18. Ordinary by day. A Hunter by night. When the “Sleep” hits, he’s forced into a ruined version of Karachi where shadows move, and only Hunters can fight back. Wearing a black tactical suit and carrying secrets he doesn’t understand, Saleem must climb the frozen 2:15 Clock Tower to uncover the truth: Why is he chosen? Why does the city sleep? One city. One legend. One boy who can’t afford to wake up too late.

On Day 12 of the apocalypse, I died on K2. Frozen. Forgotten. Trash. I opened my eyes 14 days earlier. The System gave everyone skills, levels, and a chance to survive the First Tide. It gave me a death sentence. But it made one mistake. It let me keep my memories. And it gave me a Sign-In System. Every day I survive, I get stronger. 100x. 1000x. Every city I conquer, I gain an Authority. Now I am the Emperor of Winter. I froze the Arabian Sea with a thought. I killed an Admin with my bare hands. And I’m building a Throne in Karachi with 1000 survivors behind me. The System calls me a bug. The Admins call me an error that must be deleted. They’re sending their Harvesters. Their Golems. Their entire fleet. Good. Let them come. Because this time, I’m not running. This time, I’m not begging. This time, the Cull ends with me. The System tried to kill me. I became Winter. What to Expect: OP MC with Regression + Sign-In System Pakistan/Karachi setting - a fresh apocalypse Base Building + Army + Kingdom Cold, Calculating MC. No harem. No mercy. Admins vs Humanity War Release Schedule: Daily Chapters

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Authors Note: I love cultivation. And I love the classics and tropes. But, I've fallen in love with space. And I found that there's a tragically short supply of space cultivation, with drama and such. What I hate, however, is power creep. That is not here. Cultivation is not sitting for seven billion years to godhood, nor is it take three pills and fart out a new universe. My take on cultivation is, alignment and knowledge. Strength as a by product, not a goal. Also, as strong as a cultivator might be, they aren't stronger than the sci-fi elements in the novel. This is not a generic cultivation power trip which cannibalizes the rest of the narrative. It will be a slow at times, fast at others. Morality is in question. Ethics in question. The trappings of a mind abandoned put up against the reality of the wider firmament and its place there. Yovan doesn't know anything about Cultivation. Only having dreams, the echoes of destruction, to haunt him. Any lesson he can glean vanishingly rare amidst the noise of the end of his race. It will take time, this is an epic, not a sprint! If that sounds like something you'd be interested in, I welcome you to enjoy. Ps. I know the dreams are cryptic and hard to follow. This is intentional at the start. //// What to expect: - Weak, weak MC, but intelligent, slow burn strengthening. - Romance, slow burn, psychologically active. - Action, though not for simple actions sake. - Ancient mysteries. Dreams. Spirits. Worlds. Politics. High Sci-Fi. Aliens! - Questions of morality, philosophy and oaths weighed against desires!

Ini hanyalah sepenggal kisah cinta antara Alvaro dan Caca. Sejak awal, ketika bertemu dengan Caca. Alvaro sudah jatuh cinta terhadap gadis itu. Berbagai cara dia lakukan, demi mendapatkan hatinya. Namun sayangnya, Caca justru sangat membeci Varo. Karena pria itu telah menyakiti kedua sahabatnya. Lantas, bagaimanakah kisah cinta mereka akan berakhir?

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!"

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?"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.