gallery competition

Not to fall into the cycle of reincarnation within the vast world, The heart transmits the Dao among humans. Willing to wield a sword to end myriad calamities, Exchange ruthlessness for a world of emotions!

Chapters and Release: Release days: Everyday Release time: 3pm UTC Status: Unedited. (Will edit after main story conclusion. Specifically from the start.) *** Synopsis: A fifteen years-old schoolgirl comes across a woman who was handing out leaflets for a confidential competition. Unknown to her, the competition took her out of Earth and into another dimension where she has to struggle to find clues behind why multiple worlds are having to be destroyed. The competition forces her to meet unknown entities who are both, good and bad. Sometimes, they would work for her and other times, they would work against her. The universe she goes to, causes her endless suffering until she finally solves the issue and head back to Earth. But that too, is of uncertainty. *** (Prologue) The dream of a child, is to grow up. While the dream of an adult, is to become a kid again. The dream of a poor person, is to be so wealthy and powerful, that the whole city would know their names. While the dream of a businessman, is to get the time in a day to sit and talk to his family for a second. Meanwhile, the dream of a missing or abducted person, is to go back home, to their family. And the dream of a teenager, is to simply be able to survive everything they are going through. Sometimes, people don't even know which category they belong to and move the way life moves them. Sometimes, they find a new path which leads them to even more difficulty. And in other times, they accept the hard truth, and choose to die. Thinking about the number of things that could happen instead, made her feel even more guilty for not listening to the advice of never wandering off alone. Now, she is homesick with extreme pressure of trying to grow strong, surpressing her from different direction. A normal fifteen years-old schoolgirl, comes across an opportunity to escape the hateful life she was leading. But the question is, was it really worst compared to the new life she was living? The competition grants her the things she wanted, but did it not have her pay the price for her choice? But of course, her reply would be, "I just accidentally joined it. It's no big deal compared to Earth." They are told that the worlds are all just novels they had read back at Earth, but if it were really true, why are certain things not matching with what seemed to be true in the novel compared to its world? As reckless she was, she got summoned into a different dimension where it was clearly uncertain whether she would ever be able to return back to Earth, to her previous life. But the more she got closer to Earth, the more the route got covered in blades. Turns out, the only way back, is to sacrifice the things that made her happy, and go on harsh adventures across the entire universe, while suffering threats from powerful enemies coming from the competition. (Author's note: I plan on making things more emotionally intense in the future.)

Wen Meng transmigrated into a melodramatic interstellar novel, becoming the malicious supporting character and fake heiress. As a result, she was thrown into a desolate star's lake at the beginning and nearly drowned. Fortunately, she awakened the beast-taming ability, and with the help of the system, she successively tamed various young disaster beasts and lived together with the little ones. One day.. A pitch-black serpent coiled around Wen Meng's body, its head affectionately resting against her cheek. "Get off her!!" The white wolf at his feet suddenly transformed into a handsome man He clenched his fists and roared at the black serpent. "What's it to you?" The black snake spoke, its voice human-like. To assert its dominance, it coiled around her even tighter and flicked its tongue against her ear. "Can't you understand?" The man, burning with jealousy, grabbed the snake by the neck. "If you play like this, it won't be fun anymore." The black snake unexpectedly transformed into the handsome 858. The smoke cleared, and the two men were grappling with each other. The scene was extremely ugly. "How did they... turn into humans?!" Wen Meng couldn't believe her eyes. "So childish, still fighting." The big eagle spread his arms and hugged Wen Meng's waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her neck. "Only beasts without confidence compete for mates." "Exactly!" The little bear comfortably rested its head on Wen Meng's snow-white thigh, rubbing its furry face vigorously. One of its paws was stretched out, and Wen Meng was trimming its nails. The little bear spoke in a soft, childish voice, "Not like me, I'm a good baby." But at this moment, Wen Meng had already come to her senses. She murmured, "You too can turn into humans, right?" Big Eagle: "..." Little Bear: "..." Later, they all wanted to have her to themselves. Using all their tricks to ruin the reputation of other disaster beasts, Filial piety turns sour, consumed by jealousy. Bai E: "Say you love me, that you love me the most, right?" Wen Meng: ... (I love, universal love) Anaconda: "Why can't we be together? Did you give birth to me?" Wen Meng: ... (You've grown up and become disobedient) Thunderbird: "Open your eyes and look at me. I don't believe your eyes are empty." Wen Meng: "Put your clothes on!!" (nosebleed gushing) Bear King: You think I have no feelings for you? I just go into heat a bit later. Wen Meng: ? (Bear hug, uh, can't breathe) And then later— Wen Meng found the culprit who had plotted against her. "Compete with me? You're not even worthy." That person glanced at Wen Meng with disdain Not a trace of remorse. She had never taken Wen Meng seriously. Wen Meng opened the space card. The most terrifying disaster beast in the galaxy appeared at the same time. The magnetic field and celestial phenomena of the Emperor Star were in complete chaos, as if it were the end of the world. These ancient god-like beasts of calamity bowed to her, Glaring at the enemy with fierce eyes. The woman's face turned pale, filled with terror "Did that scare you?" Wen Meng laughed "I've always wanted to ask you, do you really know, "Actually, you are the impostor?" Finally.. Wen Meng's former fiancé, General of the Empire, roared with reddened eyes, "Tell me! How many more men do I have to defeat to win your heart??" Chief Inspector of the police station, the mad scientist director, the aristocratic business tycoon... all being called out at the same time. And the one, two, three standing behind her... there were too many, Wen Meng couldn't remember them all. This world is a vast battlefield of Asuras.

A stubborn young Duke on the verge of being replaced by his heartless and greedy uncle comes to the realization that he needs to fight if he wants to keep what is his. But after the war he lost his will to fight, to live. He no longer fit in with high society, he was scared inside and out and he didn't know how to fight a battle with reputation instead of swords. On a mission to find an imposter, he runs into his late captain's younger sister. In a strange turn of events, she swears a life debt to him and immediately begins to improve his broken reputation with her wild and bright demeanor. The orphaned daughter of an Earl runs circles around her conniving guardians constantly ruining their attempts to marry her off so they can inherit the Earldom, all while secretly preventing the Poor Earldom she loves from going to ruin. Strong-willed and smart she thinks she's got it all figured out. She just needs to block all potential marriages and keep her land and people afloat for another year and a half and she'll be free. But what happens when she's outsmarted and out-maneuvered by someone unexpected? And is she really as immune to good looks and charm as she thought... or was she way overestimating herself?

can we hit a bunch of small children

Mazoku and his friends go on an epic conquest to eliminate all of the Forsaken Realm while also getting stronger to becone the next Power Kings!

"In the world of art, colors are just a tool… but in my world, pain is the only pigment that never fades." Ian was called the “miracle of his generation”—a brilliant painter with the ability to capture human emotions in his works with terrifying precision. But his talent attracted the greed of the “snakes” who ruled the city. Four figures of power—a critic, a billionaire, a corrupt general, and an unjust judge—destroyed his life in a single night. They burned his studio with his family inside, and with cold calculation, they severed the tendons of his left hand and dragged him into prison on a false charge. They wanted to kill the artist within him—but instead, they created something far more terrifying. After five years of darkness and isolation, Ian returned from hell. His body was covered in scars, his left hand permanently bandaged, but his right eye no longer saw the world as humans do… it saw them as “unfinished canvases.” Thanks to his “Hyper Artist’s Eye,” Ian could see the sins of his enemies flowing through their veins like liquid colors, waiting to be extracted. Now, Ian has opened his secret studio beneath the ruins of his past. He will no longer paint landscapes. Every victim among his enemies will become the “primary color” of his next masterpiece. He will cut, dissect, and arrange their bodies into breathtaking artistic compositions that leave the police in a state of terror and disbelief. As the detective Suleiman hunts this “phantom” who turns crime scenes into horrifying art galleries, he finds himself questioning: Is Ian merely a deranged sadistic killer? Or the only honest artist in a world of lies… an artist who writes the truth in blood? “Welcome to my private exhibition… prepare yourselves, for your role in the canvas has begun``

Dunia persaingan tanpa akhir, di mana bertahan adalah satu-satunya jalan hidup.

A world of endless competition, where survival is the only way to survive.

The day I miscarried, the day I nearly bled to death, my parents were ambushed by a rival family while rushing me to our clinic. Lying on the operating table, I signed their death certificates with a hand drenched in my own blood. I lost my baby. I lost my parents. Meanwhile, the man I couldn't reach on the encrypted line was posting a celebratory social media update. His post read: Congratulations to my muse. After a night of hard work, the gallery is finally reborn. With a trembling hand, I liked the post. A private message from him arrived instantly. Two words: Delete it. I sent him the clinic's encrypted location. "Come to the safe house. I need to talk to you." "I'm tied up with something important for the Family. I can't get away. Have your parents go with you to the check-up. It's not like they have anything better to do." "Is this 'something important' her gallery's ribbon-cutting ceremony?" "Why has pregnancy turned you into such a possessive harpy? Can't I support the arts without you losing your mind?" I didn't have the strength to argue. Fine. If he wouldn't come to me, he could talk to the family's lawyer.