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Earth, 22nd Century The incurable cancer that served as a nightmare for people one century ago is now just a rare but curable disease. With the world’s development, there are now cures for all types of cancer. The Earth is now a planet with no more people suffering from cancer. Except for Zen. Diagnosed with a mutated cancer that was the only one of its kind at an early age, he sank in despair. That was until an opportunity which turned his curse into a blessing presented itself. What power would Zen gain from the disease that plagued him since his childhood? *** The art is not mine, all credits to the original artist.

​"In the heart of Tokyo, a hidden truth is spreading like a malignant 'Cancer' through the veins of the city. Naea is a brilliant surgeon dedicated to saving lives at any cost. Akira is a fearless prosecutor or a secret and desperate agent determined to bring justice to the courtrooms, no matter the risk. ​When their paths cross in a web of medical malpractice and legal conspiracies, they discover a secret that threatens to consume them both. In a world where every smile hides a secret and every truth is a lie, can they stop the disease within before it's too late? ​LOVE. LIES. AND THE DISEASE WITHIN."

After the gods leave the center island, they arrive upon Cancer Island: a cold, broken land of cracked shores, silent forests, drowned hearths, and ancestral stones buried beneath frost. The island does not need conquest. It needs restoration. Ten Norse gods divide the wounded island between them, each shaping a sacred domain from what the old world left behind. Odin raises the high places of memory, where ravens circle above rune-stones and the people learn to keep names from vanishing. Frigg lights the first hearths, teaching families that shelter is a sacred duty. Loki brings movement to the stiff places, filling his domain with riddles, firelight, masks, and useful mischief. Freyja plants beauty into the cold, creating a golden valley of love, longing, art, and desire. Tyr sets law-stones in open fields, where every promise must stand beneath the sky. Thor builds a storm-hardened land of strong roofs, heavy beams, full tables, and thunder-blessed homes. Baldr opens a peaceful domain of clean light, white flowers, calm water, and gentle order. Heimdall raises gates, bridges, and watchtowers, teaching the people the sacred difference between welcome and boundary. Njord restores the harbors, filling the coasts with boats, nets, tide songs, and safe returns. Last, Hel opens the quiet under-halls, where death is not feared, but remembered with dignity. Across one hundred years, Cancer Island becomes a living world of clans, hearths, sea-roads, vows, gardens, halls, ancestors, and sacred daily life. The people do not build armies. They build homes. They do not seek war. They seek belonging. But as each domain reaches fullness, the gods begin to notice a silence beneath the island’s beauty. The houses are warm. The fields are fed. The harbors return their boats. The dead are honored. The children already born are loved. Yet no new life has entered the wombs of the island for five years. At first, each god sees the silence only within their own domain. But as the pattern spreads across memory halls, hearth rooms, love gardens, storm houses, sea docks, and burial stones, Cancer Island begins to feel less like a restored home and more like a cradle waiting for something it cannot summon. And beneath the completed island, something ancient begins to stir.

Five years after marrying my dream girl, her first love came back into the picture. The good news? I won five million dollars. The bad news? I was diagnosed with cancer and didn't have long to live. No chance to enjoy my newfound wealth. In the less than three months I had left, I played the role of the perfect husband and father every single day. But I still lost to her first love, Not only did he steal my wife's heart, but even my daughter wanted to call him 'Dad'. Right up until I left this world. My dream

I used to devote everything to Natalie—working three jobs to put her through school, ignoring my own dreams, enduring a wrecked stomach from skipped meals. But she chose Brandon, driven by ambition and his family’s influence, leaving me heartbroken. I returned to my small hometown, where I met Lucy after saving her from a heart episode on a mountain. She stuck by me when I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, supporting me through surgery and recovery, showing me quiet, steady care I’d never had. When she confessed her love, I realized this was the love I deserved. I asked her to be my mate.

I used to devote everything to Natalie—working three jobs to put her through school, ignoring my own dreams, enduring a wrecked stomach from skipped meals. But she chose Brandon, driven by ambition and his family’s influence, leaving me heartbroken. I returned to my small hometown, where I met Lucy after saving her from a heart episode on a mountain. She stuck by me when I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, supporting me through surgery and recovery, showing me quiet, steady care I’d never had. When she confessed her love, I realized this was the love I deserved. I asked her to be my mate.

For three years, Emerie had been married to Allan, the son of an Alpha. Allan had always believed it was Emerie who drugged him, forcing him into the marriage. Determined to divorce her, he chose to be with her sister Jolene instead. But what he didn’t know was that Emerie was already terminally ill when she left him. When Allan finally uncovered the truth and desperately searched for her—could he still win her back?

I’d chased after my girlfriend for three years before I finally got to lie in the same bed with her. But just as we were about to take that last step, her childhood sweetheart called. Without the slightest hesitation or reluctance, she got up and left. I couldn’t even remember how many times she had thrown me aside for that man. All I knew was that this time, the system declared my strategy a failure. Wracked with the agony of cancer, I reached the end of my life wishing I were dead already. When my illness was finally discovered, Yvonne Sterling completely lost it. She broke down in tears, begging me to take her. I let out a cold laugh. “Sorry,” I said. “I was never actually into you.”

I was lying on the hospital bed, vomiting blood for the third time, while he was carefully asking Pure Love how many grams of brown sugar the traditional medicine needed. The nurse urgently pressed for payment, and I had to call Eames nine times before he finally answered. When Eames showed up, he impatiently slapped his bank card on the bedside table, "Sophie still needs to rest. Stop bothering me with these little tricks of pretending to be sick." I curled up under the blanket, clutching my stomach cancer diagnosis, listening to him talk on the phone with Sophie, his voice so tender it could drip water. "Don't be afraid, I'll be right there." Ten minutes later, my phone displayed Sophie's latest social media post. The girl was holding a caviar brown sugar pot, happily writing, "It feels so good to be cherished by someone." My heart twisted like a knife, and I completely gave up hope. I immediately crossed out the family member section on the death notice and, with tears in my eyes, signed my own name.

Dalton Murphy and his friends start to change the course of crime in his hometown in California.