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[MATURE CONTENT] How on earth this happened? Why am I inside a romance novel? Is this a joke? Eve was doomed to be a villainess. However, meeting him changed it all. He was gentle, interesting and handsome. The perfect man for her in every sense. However, he deceived her, he never told her his real name until... it was too late. "He... is he the ML? Oh no...!" --- Excerpt: DangerousCloud: Master, where did you go now? NewRHood: I am traveling around the world. You know me, I like to tour the unexpected. DangerousCloud: Then, can I go with you this time? NewRHood: You should explore by yourself the world once in your life, dear disciple. Now it's my turn. I will explore the world and all the delicacies in it. DangerousCloud: But Master, it could be dangerous. NewRHood: Of course, I am taking precautions. But I hope that the man I am going to eat tonight is someone decent… DangerousCloud: You dare! NewRHood: Oh My! Dear disciple, is that how you speak to your master? DangerousCloud: Stop it, Eve, you know it's me. NewRHood: who? DangerousCloud: your husband! ---- WARNING: HEAVY EDITING IN PROGRESS DISCLAIMER: The cover is not mine: the credit goes to the rightful original artist. Please contact me if you wish for me to take it down.

Transmigration never crosses his mind until he met his death by a sudden turn of events. Traveling with an orange fox kit that told him his new reality, and 'using' his soul to fix the corrupted mission worlds. He Ming apathetically followed the fox kit to face-slap and kick the scam characters off their so-called throne and raise the rightful characters to heaven. Just when he thought he was already done, those characters started to chase after him instead! Will He Ming be able to finish his tasks smoothly, or will the troublesome Male leads be a hindrance to his efficiency? Find out more and read the book! It's worthwhile I promise *wink wink*

AUTHOR NOTE 14.05.2024: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote myself into a literal corner and realised I have to retcon a few things in arc 4 before I can move on with the story. Will try to get this fixed in the soonest! Really sorry for the wait TT o TT **** Infinite/Unlimited Flow horror BL novel Might be a parody. And MC might be a villain.... 1v1 Introducing: A suicidal and bored MC and… wait, where the f&?! is the ML?! *** Lam Thanh Van believes it’s about time someone ended his miserable life. But being an immortal has hindered his path to Hell. Scratch that, Hell is off limits with the terrifying speed his body stitches itself back together, no matter how much someone might hack him to pieces. With such a long and torturous life of trying to finish himself and failing miserably, he imagines that his death would be grand, like slaying a dragon - or a very persistent cockroach. Now, the only problem was finding a hero worthy of such a cause. *** [The last player has arrived. Players, prepare for briefing.] [Welcome to the annual 2023rd survival championship.] The grand doors to the dome slowly pulled close, drawing everyone’s gazes over to the lone figure standing by himself, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights. In front of the sea of players, fawn eyes dilated with fright. Fresh tears still clung to the lashes that framed the eyes so green they reminded the people of ocean waves crashing to the white sandy shore. Long limbs were clad in a simple T-shirt with a pair of washed-out jeans hugging his slim waist. Messy lavender hair and snow-white skin tinted with faint pink seemed ethereal in the scene. Like a magnolia tree growing in the desert… or a white lotus sprouting from a pile of bullshit. One brave individual broke away from the herd, cold eyes set on the last player. ”Stay with us if you want to live.” Lam Thanh Van raised his gaze up to the looming man, green eyes drenched with tears, his lips trembling as he could only muster a nod. [All players, scenario one will commence now. Good luck and try not to die.] —— When nothing is as it seems - who can you trust? ML: Not the author, that’s for sure. The synopsis is just one huge clickbait- *Author smacks this insolent child with a hardcover edition of the Bible*: Quiet, you! Or I won’t let you appear even after the halfway mark! MC: … You evil bish!! —- T/W: This is mature content. A sprinkle of horror, a teaspoon of gore, topped with a handful of clownery. Some papapa is added as a garnish at the end. Consume at your own digression. A/N: This is an original work by LinShui. The cover is not mine, as I have negative skills in any illustrative art. Will commission for a cover when I’m no longer a broke bish. Do let me know if this is your art and you want to take it down, thanks! #unrequitedlove

In 25XX, the Nexus Helios Quantum Computer triggered the Quantum Rift, a reality-shattering surge that flooded Earth with M.A.N.A.—a multidimensional energy from four overlapping realms. As magic collided with science and monsters bled into our world, humanity adapted by engineering Resonant Frames: massive, soul-bound machines powered by the very energy that fractured their existence.

One morning, after being bound to the system, MC started his routine of always being captured / attacked by ML. It doesn’t matter if he transmigrated into ML’s little brother (Here I think brother disciple) or master or opponent, but in the end he is still forcibly being taken by ML. After transmigrating to many worlds: MC: Come out, system! The heck, why do these MLs don’t love their female goddesses, but insist on doing it with me! Aaaaahh!!! System: …. _:)_」∠)_ don’t ask me, I also don’t know. NOT MY STORY ! NOT MY TRANSLATION ! SUPPORT THE ORIGINAL WORKS --> https://isotls.com/the-tr-of-always-being-captured-by-the-ml/

This book is the same as my other novel. Please read original fanfic. I wrote this novel for the event. You can find the full version on my profile. I would be delighted if you would write a review and add it to your library.

I do not know how I got here and how I became so powerful, but I love that power I like this very much because power makes your weaknesses less visible ... maybe vice versa Power and magic became an inseparable part of me and protect me like a fence ... This is my story, a story that started from an event that does not know how ...Something happened to make me here with you now and be who I am now, but my story has just begun And I have to be ready for anything ...

In the 22nd century, Earth is a memory, erased by the Infestation—an alien reality that rewrites physics and spawns legions of monstrous WIL-resonant Legions. Humanity’s last sanctuary is a single, domed supercontinent on Mars: Aresia. Governed by the Silent Council, a martial synthesis of Earth’s last surviving powers, Aresia survives by one brutal rule: all Resonants—humans who can impose their Inner World’s laws upon reality—must be weaponized or eliminated. Control is survival. Loss of control is met with Eclipse Protocol, administered by sanctioned executioners. Into this desperate world is born Avenger, a 15-year-old orphan whose awakening defies all understanding. In a final, loving instinct to protect his family during a catastrophic rock slide, his soul did not resonate with a simple concept. It reached for the absolute preservation of a perfect moment—and in doing so, accidentally touched the fundamental cosmic cycle of creation and annihilation. His Inner World, an Unbinding Core is a paradox of memory and negation. A sun-drenched island of preserved happiness floats in a void, under a perpetual, beautiful rain of antimatter. Each drop that falls annihilates a piece of the void in a flash of violet light, a silent cycle of creation-through-destruction. Avenger’s power is [Antimatter Generation/Manipulation], not born from hatred, but from a love so desperate it sought to unmake any threat to what it cherished. Classified S-Class (Singularity), Avenger is seen by the Silent Council as the ultimate dilemma: a catastrophic power of pure negation wielded by a psyche oriented toward preservation. He is placed under the tutelage of their most feared instrument: Executor Kaelen, an A-Class Resonant of [Decay]. Kaelen, whose power is the slow, certain unraveling of all things, is tasked with teaching the boy who controls instant, total un-creation. Their relationship is a brutal philosophical war: the teacher of controlled erosion versus the student of perfect annihilation. As Avenger struggles with a power that literally destroys what it touches—and the guilt of having already used it to erase the ones he loved—Aresia faces an old threat. The Infestation is adapting to Mars. "Ghost Fluxes"—subtle, spreading zones of alien reality—begin to appear, challenging the dome's integrity and breeding new, stranger Legions. Within the Silent Council, factions fracture. "The Preservationists" believe Avenger’s power can be refined into a surgical tool to permanently annihilate Infestation Cores, seeing in his inner world’s "preserved island" a symbol of hope. "The Eradicators" see only the "antimatter rain"—a power that could unmoor reality itself—and argue for pre-emptive Eclipse before he becomes a threat greater than the alien invasion. Avenger’s journey is a climb from trauma toward transcendent precision. He must learn to wield the power of total annihilation not as a blunt force, but as a sculptor’s chisel—to erase a single diseased cell, to cancel the momentum of a falling starship, to become the guardian who protects by selectively destroying. Kaelen, in turn, must confront whether his philosophy of control-through-fear can chain a force that unmakes all chains, or if he must learn a harder lesson: how to mentor a living supernova. On a red planet under a glass sky, a boy who holds a beautiful, annihilating world inside him and an executioner who masters decay must answer: In a universe where to create is to eventually destroy, can the power to annihilate everything become the ultimate means to preserve what remains? This is the story of The Unbinding Core.

David always lived his life, looking at the world through a film of grey. He knew he was dull, he knew he was worthless. And the world was too. Then death. But then life again. Was he reincarnated? But then it happened again. And again. And again. Every time better, stronger, more powerful.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.