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Su Xuan transmigrated into a parallel world and became a police officer! At his ex-girlfriend's wedding, Su Xuan boldly took out the handcuffs, offering the groom a three-day tour of the police station! Ex-girlfriend asked, "Su Xuan, have you gone crazy? If you wanted to disrupt the wedding, shouldn't you just take me? What's with arresting my husband?" With the Divine Criminal-Capturing System, Su Xuan would receive rewards for apprehending criminals! With targeted investigations, no criminals could escape! While taking a bus, he casually caught a pickpocket. While strolling through a shopping mall, he stumbled upon a human trafficking scene. While getting a salary card replacement, he accidentally became a hostage... While other police officers were still patrolling the streets, Su Xuan had already become a hot topic in the news, a formidable force in apprehending criminals. The criminals asked in disbelief, "Does this police officer have tracking devices planted on us?" The police officers cried out, "Hey dude, give us a chance, please!"

The strongest werewolf in the kingdom has one weakness: a healer who doesn't know his name. Lord Cassian Vale is feared by everyone. Known as the kingdom's most powerful werewolf, he is a warrior who has never lost a battle, a noble who keeps everyone at a distance, and a man who believes that those who stand beside him only end up hurt. So when he falls for Elias Hart, the kingdom's brilliant but warm-hearted healer, Cassian does the only thing he believes will keep Elias safe. He hides. Every night, he writes anonymous letters. He tells Elias things he cannot say aloud. He shares his thoughts, his worries, and the feelings he has buried for years—all without revealing his identity. But secrets never stay hidden forever. When strange attacks begin targeting werewolves and a mysterious figure known as the Silver Mask appears, Cassian and Elias are forced into a dangerous investigation that draws them closer than either expected. Elias discovers that healing is not only about wounds of the body, but also wounds of the heart. Cassian discovers that protecting someone does not always mean keeping them at a distance. As an ancient scent bond awakens between them and enemies begin closing in, they must uncover the truth behind a conspiracy that threatens both humans and werewolves. Because the greatest danger is not the enemy hunting them... It is the secret Cassian has spent years hiding. A secret that explains why the strongest werewolf in the kingdom was too afraid to ever confess his love.

Cassian Vale is feared across the kingdom as a future destroyer, but behind closed doors he is painfully awkward, terrible at hiding emotions, and secretly in love with someone he’s never dared to face properly. Elias Hart is a sharp-tongued royal healer who treats powerful men like they’re ordinary patients and somehow ended up receiving anonymous love letters for years without exposing the sender. What starts as hidden correspondence slowly turns into real encounters, where intimidation collapses into embarrassment, secrets unravel, and two people who were never meant to fit together begin to blur the line between fear, affection, and something dangerously close to love.

I was Truck-kun. The LEGENDARY Truck-kun. For years, I had the best job in existence—running over clueless high schoolers and sending them to other worlds as heroes. I was famous! Beloved! A cultural icon! I even became a yokai from all the... well, let's call it "enthusiasm" I put into my work. But apparently, flattening two thousand people in eighteen months to grind reputation with the deities was "excessive." And "irresponsible." And "the reason we're drowning in protagonists." So what did those smug divine bastards do? They set me up. One moment I'm at a festival enjoying takoyaki, the next I'm getting isekai'd by a TRUCK. Me! The irony is so thick you could cut it with a katana. Now I'm stuck in a fantasy world with zero powers, a negative karma count that looks like a phone number, and a System that won't stop mocking me. Oh, and I'm broke, weak, and can't keep any money because the universe literally redistributes my earnings as divine punishment. But I'm not giving up. I'll do whatever it takes to build good karma, get back home, and make those deities PAY for this humiliation. ...Right after I find some food. I'm starving.

That day, I received a bizarre takeout order. A goddess who died a tragic death begged me for help. From that moment on, I became a "soul sender" — clearing the way for wronged spirits and escorting the deceased on their journey to the afterlife!

The company was giving out year-end bonuses, and my husband Holt directly rewarded his secretary Freesia with a huge mansion worth millions. Freesia's face was all smiles as she planted a kiss on Holt's cheek. "Thank you for the reward, Mr. Lincoln! I'll repay you even better in the future, Mr. Lincoln." Seeing how intimate the two of them were, I quietly left the event. But Holt was dissatisfied with my attitude and rushed over to stop me. "Vivienne, what's your problem?" "I've told you a thousand times, there's nothing between Freesia and me. This is all because of her performance." Hearing the word "performance", my heart was filled with bitterness. It was clearly all my accomplishment, but not a single person was willing to believe me. This marriage full of wounds... I don't want it anymore!

My girlfriend's younger brother is a scumbag who specializes in deceiving girls' feelings. After the truth about him forcing a girl to have an abortion was exposed, the person being condemned by everyone turned out to be me. In order to protect her brother's safety, my girlfriend released a lot of my personal information online, making countless netizens mistakenly believe that I was the one with multiple relationships. Before I had a chance to report to the police and clear my name, the victim's family came to find me and beat me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to one week before my death.

What happens if a stranger suddenly texted you and asking you if you could flirt with him just because he can’t handle his own life shits? Will you play along with him or will you give him life advices? Will you take his favour or will you just ignore him? Saan dadalhin ang dalawang puso ng pagkakataong ito? Pinagtagpo ba sila ng tadhana para sa isa’t-isa o pagtatagpuin lang sila para maging leksyon para sa isa’t-isa?

Song Xilai’s secret crush of five years suddenly sent her a photo. [My girlfriend. Pretty, isn’t she?] Song Xilai was furious. Unwilling to back down, she casually found a faceless photo of some impressive abs online and sent it back. [My boyfriend. Handsome, right? Great to touch, even better to cuddle. I haven’t left the bed for three days. /shrug/] Her crush was silent for a moment before coldly replying: [Oh.] It turned out that the owner of those abs was none other than Jiang Fengcheng, the school heartthrob and star of the swim team. Song Xilai had seen him at the pool before—broad shoulders, narrow waist, a perfectly toned body. Truly top-tier. The next day, rumors spread across A University that Song Xilai and Jiang Fengcheng were dating! Song Xilai: … What a disaster! How could she possibly explain to everyone that it was all just a joke? She had only been bluffing! To avoid further misunderstandings, she started avoiding Jiang Fengcheng at all costs—pretending to be glued to her phone whenever he was near, skipping any shared classes, and steering clear of the cafeteria and swimming pool he frequented. In short, total avoidance! But even with all her efforts, she still found herself cornered one day by Jiang Fengcheng in the changing room at the school pool. The boy, towel-drying his damp black hair, looked down at the petite girl before him with dark, piercing eyes. “I heard… you want to sleep with me.” Song Xilai’s face flushed bright red as she frantically shook her head. “No, no, I don’t!” Jiang Fengcheng let out a low chuckle, pulling off the loose jacket draped over his shoulders to reveal a sharp, muscular physique. “Don’t believe you.” “—Unless you prove it.”

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?"