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Full Title, AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic, Who Walked through Reincarnation for Two-Trillion Years Volumes 1-3 Synopsis: “Who?” Holding a lone gourd in hand the young man raises it to the Heavens with a single question. “Who wishes to accompany me? To stay by my side for an eternity, and to walk through the mountains, and seas?” May container spoilers below Volume 4 Synopsis: Weapon spirits, such is the nature of every single Sinner within the Leng Bing Realm. In other words, all of them are but tools, and a tool… “A tool has no right to choose their owner, and what a tool does is decided by their owner.” “…Cruel, how very cruel the laws of this world are. Even upon death, a soul may not rest.” Volume 5 Synopsis: “Surnamed Ye, if you had a choice between being a hero or a demon lord, which would you choose? Naturally, you can also choose to be a villager A or B if you wanted to.” “What kind of question is that? Hmm.” Contemplating for a bit, Ye Chen answers— “I guess, the hero? Since he always wins in the end?” “Hero, is it?” “And you, surnamed Long?” “I think, the role of the hero—is a role that should only be played by a masochist.” “The hell? Is this entire question supposed to be a way to diss me?” “The fate of a hero is to suffer. They’re constantly being pushed left and right. …While everyone else drowns in a sea of despair, a hero must stand their ground, and step forward—to guide the deadbeats along. They must become the shining beacon of hope that others may follow—towards a future, where they may survive. Tell me then, if a hero isn’t a masochist, then what are they?” The world is a game board, those who control the game board, and the game itself… What are they? Volume 6 Synopsis: “A lunatic near death has three options. One, they can choose to pass away peacefully. Two, they can choose to spend the rest of their remaining life to find a solution that will let them live. Three, they can drag an entire world down as a part of their burial.” ……… “The longer you live for, and the more you experience, the less you care about the things around you. Maybe, I’m just someone who has reached that point?” ……… “You’re right in saying that even if this world goes up into flames, I’d still be drinking away at my leisure. Why bother to care for a world that is completely foreign to me? The people who I had cared for, they aren’t here; hence, I see very little purpose in getting myself invested into this environment.” ……… The 46th prince of the Hong Xiao Empire was born between the emperor and the 114th concubine. He was born on a moonlit night, and yet, since his eyes were blind, his majesty—the emperor decided to name him Bujian Yue. “Did you know—that the more fearful a prey is, the tastier it is? At least to me, since I enjoy chewing on my food to savor the flavor.” “…?” Enlarging its stature, the black serpent abruptly snaps its head forward, and swallows the palace maid whole. Leaving a bite mark on the ground, the black serpent begins to chew, as the sound of meat and bones being pulverized comes from its maw. And eventually, the black serpent swallows.

This world has always been ordinary. Ancient myths and whispers through campfire tales, was never real. Only a reflection of longing, fear, and wonder passed down through generations. In truth, the world moved forward untouched by the supernatural, devoid of mystery. Belief, however, lingers. It settles quietly in forgotten corners of the mind, dormant in fiction and ritual, waiting for a spark. Stories may press against the edges of reality, but they are never capable of crossing it. For generations, the boundary has held firm—until now. As inexplicable events ripple across society—subtle at first, then undeniable—the world begins to bend. Old stories reemerge with new weight. Monsters once trapped in myth are glimpsed in alleyways. Symbols gain power. And every lie told with conviction becomes harder to distinguish from truth. The world is changing. And no one—not the skeptics, not the authorities, not even those who set it in motion—can stop it.

Oblivion was supposed to be the end. As the Grand Architect of a collapsing virtual utopia, he initiated the final deletion protocol, expecting digital death. Instead, a rogue anomaly tore him from existence, forcing his consciousness into an impossible rebirth: a fragile human infant in a world of swords and nascent magic. Reborn as Julian Vane, a Baron's son, he finds his once-infinite intellect trapped in a drooling, helpless body. Yet, his developer's eye remains. He sees reality not as a mystic might, but as flawed code: Mana flows like unstructured data, and a strange new "Sovereign Architect System" overlays his vision, revealing the 'Structural Integrity,' 'Flaws,' and 'Potential' in everything from tired blades to human bodies. This isn't a cheat for power; it's a cosmic oversight, allowing him to perceive and *design* the very fabric of existence. Julian wants only a life of comfortable obscurity, hiding his true capabilities behind a facade of sleepy laziness. But this new world is rotting at its core, riddled with corruption and injustice that screams 'structural decay' to his analytical mind. As whispers of a deeper darkness gather, Julian realizes he can no longer afford to merely observe. He is an Architect, after all. And this 'otherworld'? It’s just another system waiting to be dominated, rebuilt from the shadows, one hidden blueprint at a time. The question isn't *if* he will change this world, but *how deeply* he will rewrite its very foundations.

I don't kill in the name of justice or evil. I kill because the coffin on my back is hungry, and you are its next meal.

They say houses can hold a lot of secrets, the only way those secrets get revealed is if you're brave enough to open the door. Paige and her group of friends decide to buy a house together, they settle on an older looking home that would need a lot of work. They were living the dream, until that dream turned into a nightmare. Enter to the stage, John Rickman. A huge drug lord who had been hiding his money in the older looking home, who doesn't take too kindly to discover all his money missing. The group have to go on the run to save their lives, but trouble somehow always follows. They settle down in an off the grid type of village, where they were about to learn why it was so off the grid. Lies, murder and pain consume the village they thought would be safe. Forcing the friends to make decisions they would regret for the rest of their lives. They wanted a fresh start, but it was far from the start they were expecting.

Qin Feng was transmigrated to a parallel world and became a cop. He had activated the Super Detective System and could replicate any scene in his head down to the minor detail. His first case was the murder and decapitation of a wife. He slowly piled up an impressive resume, and whenever he solved a case, he would be rewarded by the system. God-tier: Close Quarter Combat God-tier: Gun Mastery God-tier: Hermes Feet “I’m the crime’s kryptonite, the natural enemy of murderers, and the protector of people!” announced Qin Feng.

One hundred thousand years ago, everyone was like a dragon, able to cultivate martial arts. After the calamity, the heavenly dao collapsed, and the gods fell, leaving only a mysterious reincarnation tower in the world. One hundred thousand years later, martial arts cultivation depends on bloodlines. Those with inferior blood are considered bugs and cannot cultivate, while those with divine blood are considered dragons, soaring in the heavens. A young man with inferior bloodline, stumbled upon an unnamed treasure tower, and crossed over to this fantastical world. With his inferior bloodline, he embarked on the path of burying the heavens.

After being betrayed and thrown into a forbidden valley, Li Yuan returns carrying a black coffin feared by heaven itself. Inside the coffin lies an ancient horror capable of destroying worlds. Now hunted by sects, immortals, and ancient beings, Li Yuan must cultivate through death to uncover the truth behind the coffin—and the terrifying secret hidden within his own soul.

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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?"