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"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life? She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! "Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" "Actually, I have one more, do you want it?" "…"

Li Che had transmigrated and, after living nineteen ordinary years, he opted to accept his fate, marrying and having children, striving to support his family. But the moment his daughter was born.... Through his daughter, he rose in status, and his life was no longer ordinary. ... With his daughter’s safe birth, you gained a Dao Fruit, "Immortal Artisan". When his daughter turned one, safe and sound, you gained the Dao Fruit "Dragon Elephant Vajra". At his daughter's age of two, free from illness and disaster, he gained a Dao Fruit, "Pure Heart". By the time his daughter was three, lively and clever, he gained a Dao Fruit, "Chess Saint". His daughter was four, five, six years old.... ... Li Che discovered that with each passing year of his daughter’s age, he could condense a Dao Fruit to enhance himself. From then on, Li Che harbored a simple and unpretentious wish. A Dao Fruit a year, quietly safeguarding longevity. As a father, he only wished... Starting from the warmth of his wife and child by the hearth, to peacefully protect his daughter's immortality. Silently condensing countless Dao Fruits. Henceforth cultivating his spirit, invincible between heaven and earth.

An ordinary student accidentally traveled into an other universe and became the king of a small kingdom. He had gotten a “Cheating Code” of life and was able to complete something extraordinary. This is the story about a king that was able to conquer continents and leave behind him an ultimate legend that will be recited between every generation to come. The original author of the light novel is ( Luan Shi Kuang Dao / Mad Blade During Troubled Times) .I am uploading this because not available of full chapter of this light novel.if have any problem plz contact me I will delete this light novel.

Tong Airui was kicked in the ribs by a little girl! The news spread, and his brothers and sisters were instantly in an uproar. "Who is that girl? Let's avenge Fourth Brother!" Who is the little girl? The purple-clad car goddess on the racetrack, the beautiful girl at the chessboard, and she's been bearing a nickname for more than ten years: sweeping star! Eighteen car accidents, and she was present at every one! Sure enough! Whoever meets her is unlucky! But what puzzled Yi Luowa was: Even the dog next door started avoiding her, yet why does that cunning wolf refuse to leave? When she first felt life was meaningless, it was him who tightly held her hand. "As long as I'm alive, the sky won't fall on you!" From then on, her world was bright! [Maid Chapter] One day, Tong Airui was thirsty, "Yi Luowa, I want to drink water!" "Your mouth is below your nose, drink if you want!" a certain woman pouted, glancing at the man sitting beside her and said, "Old Eighth, I'm thirsty." Old Eighth hurriedly brought water to her hand, "Drink it, I've cooled it for you." Yi Luowa happily took a sip, just one sip, before Tong Airui snatched it away with a dark expression. After drinking it in one go, Tong Airui pointed at her nose and shouted, "Remember, you're my maid!" Yi Luowa slapped his hand away, "Tong Airui, you running faster than a rabbit proves you're healed. My days as a maid are over!" [Pampering Wife Chapter] Second Sister: "Tong Fourth, your wife has already beaten Grandpa ten times in a row. If this continues, Grandpa will get sick from anger! Aren't you going to control your wife?" Tong Airui: "If his skills are not as good as others, why insist on playing chess with my wife? That's not something I can control!" Fifth Brother: "Fourth Brother, can't you control my sister-in-law? She's taken eight championships from me!" Tong Airui: "From now on, when your sister-in-law enters a car race, you just don't enter!" Fifth Brother: "The key is, she participates in every race." Tong Airui: "I'll give you ten months to quickly win a championship. After ten months, I can't control her." Fifth Brother: "What's happening?" Tong Airui: "Your sister-in-law is expecting!" [PS: Spoiling text, strong male and female leads, both emotionally and physically pure, one-on-one relationship, continuous pampering. If you like it, please add to your favorites, love you~

It has been 17 years since Xia Ji transmigrated into the Shang Dynasty as the Seventh Imperial Prince but he has since met with tragedy after another. His mother was murdered by a mysterious person and he ended up being under house arrest for three years for consorting with a demon lady. All he had were Buddhist scriptures and his little sister, the Ninth Imperial Princess, by his side as he was abandoned by the entire Imperial family. However, as danger looms the Imperial City, Xia Ji has been secretly accumulating his powers, waiting for the right time to strike with no mercy and no benevolence. Hungry for more power, Xia Ji continues his quest for ultimate conquest and the only person he will give up everything to protect, is his precious little sister, Xia Xiaosu.

Six years ago, Feng Chuge, who was 10 years old, became a disgrace to the entire Feng Family because she was incapable of cultivating. She was then expelled from the family. When the number one killer of the 21st century possessed her body, the world was in turmoil. Calling me trash? Saying that I don't have any spiritual force? Then I'll let you see who's the genius who changed her fate! She was indifferent to everything in the world, but she would lower her guard against him. She saved a young man and even gave him a nice name, but this guy, who looked like a child, used an adult tone to tell her that he was not a child. She gave him a warm and safe home, and he used his methods to help her achieve her goals. Until one day, when he stood in front of her with his true appearance, she realized that this young man was far more deadly than she had imagined!

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

Five years ago, she was forced to marry into the Quinton Family. Her mother-in-law disliked her, her husband didn't love her, and she suffered cold treatment and various torments. Five years later, she strongly divorced him, but accidentally overheard a shocking piece of news; it turned out that the one who spent a night with her back then was not her ex-husband. The little lady adored by everyone in the Quinton Family was actually her child. She was determined to win back her child but ended up provoking the Quinton Family's most formidable man. With a cold face, he took her back home...

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling