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As a useless spoiled wild child, Bai YiHan finally brought about the end of his family, chased away the one he loved and caused his own death. After rebirth, he decides to cleanse himself and work hard at being a good child. But a lot of things don’t seem to be as he expected… Bai Pa + Bai Ma: My son’s so obedient. Someone must be bullying him. This cannot be forgiven! Bai Big Bro + Bai Big Sis: If my little brother’s sensibility comes from his suffering, then I’d rather he be a spoiled brat forever! Mu JingYuan: If HanHan hits you, you must accept it. Yet you dodged…The wind’s changing. Someone should be bankrupt to make HanHan smile. Bai YiHan: …I was so wild in my past life. Your involvement are undeniable! This story is speculative, speculative, speculative. Important matters must be said thrice. Everything is about speculative time-traveling. Tags Cute Protagonist Depictions of Cruelty Depression Devoted Love Interests Doting Love Interests Doting Older Siblings Doting Parents Emotionally Weak Protagonist Familial Love Inferiority Complex Modern Day Past Trauma Reincarnation Reluctant Protagonist R*pe Second Chance Tragic Past Transmigration

He let her die, just like that. For that, she swore for revenge. In case she can reincarnate. As old folks said, be careful about what you wish! Now, her wish came true. ::: Karin is a normal girl who operates a cafe called Black Tea and Coffee. All her life, she feels something is missing in her, but she never knew what it is. Accompanied by various nightmares every night, she keeps wondering what happened to her. Is it just a nightmare or maybe more than that? Until one day, fate brings her close to a mystery guy at her cafe. She can't understand her fright towards the man. The more she avoids him, the more frequent he comes, and the closer he brings to her. Her best friend, Jun Seo offers her protection after he realizes the man brings no good. But, Karin insists on knowing what happened between her and the guy. A meeting with a medium recommended by Jun Seo's friend revealed the whole truth. Sad and broken by the fate she faced in the past, Karin decided to seek revenge on her own. *** "I might have been your wife in the past, but not in the present. Not even in the future!" Karin tilts her head and smirks at Kitthan. The guy watches her, still keeping his calmness intact. "People changed, Karin. That's what people do," he replies. "Yeah, that's what I did. I changed." "What do you mean?" ***

This version isn’t updated anymore! There’s an identical version of this webnovel—same title and author—with more chapters posted! That is the current version and the one which will continue to be updated! Hope to see those of you reading this over there. Sincerely, Shotgun9494 Rentaro Eccel, an eighteen-year old orphan, lived a rather ordinary life. Since young, he had decided to live his life by his own ideals, living a life of solitude with his few hobbies of enjoyment, while not harming those around him. As fate would have it, Rentaro finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Caught in a bank robbery, he makes the choice to sacrifice himself to protect a child from suffering the same fate of losing his parents and living a life of sorrow. Opening his eyes, Rentaro finds rebirth after death. He is transported into a world of cultivation with a system that will ensure he never lives days of solitude again, living with the Summoner and Contractor System and his new companions. Release Rate: Unstable Special thanks to silentscarlettt who created the cover.

( The MC is an original creation of mine by the way.) GO TO THE OTHER BOOK, IT'S THE SAME BUT DIFFERENT AS WELL. _________________________________________ I'm only writing this for fun so don't expect big work from me. I do not own any characters in this novels apart from mine.(I think you already knew lol) First novel ever, please don't be cruel. I will try to finish it if I can.(if I still have motivations).

~A sweet bl story with a little bit of everything. (For fast release visit Goodnovel ~ Username Mythphilia) It's really hard to see the person who you love with another. Especially when he has more of them. All-day I watch him connect with them. He does not even spare me a glance. Well, why would he? I am just a subject in his eyes..... Lui Xian for years has been in love with the Emperor, the man who owns every flower. Can he ever be enough for him? Or will he ever find someone who sees him? Join this journey to find out what happens. The book cover is not mine. I give credit to the owner.

They called her trash. Five spirit roots. Muddled qi. A cultivation base that would never rise above the first stage. Pei Yun knew what they saw when they looked at her — a wasted slot in the outer disciples' roster, a girl who should have stayed home and learned to embroider. She let them think so. Because the ones who underestimate you are always the easiest to use. When a priceless pill formula goes missing from Lingyun Sect's inner vault, three powerful factions turn on each other in a storm of accusations and political maneuvering. The Elders want blood. The prodigies want power. And everyone assumes the answer lies with whoever swings the sharpest sword. No one is watching the quiet girl in the corner. No one notices that she has already counted every move on the board. Pei Yun did not come to Lingyun Sect to cultivate. She came for the secret buried in its deepest records — the truth behind her master's disgrace and death, hidden for twenty years behind smiling faces and iron doors. She will find it. Even if she has to burn the entire sect's political structure to the ground to do so. One careful move at a time. ——— Still Water, Hidden Current — In a world where power is measured in spiritual roots, the most dangerous person in the room is the one no one bothered to measure.

Nalla awakens in his fifteen-year-old body with centuries of memories burning behind his eyes, a prisoner in a child's skin, trapped by cycles of reincarnation he never chose. In a world where power flows through "Intentions", he possesses something deadlier than raw strength: strategic mastery earned through watching civilizations crumble. Nalla's hunger for immortality isn't fear of death. It's insatiable appetite. But as he rebuilds his power in a body that marks him as a child, navigating family politics and the brutal pragmatism of a world that rewards only strength, he discovers living forever demands a price no strategy can calculate.

Luna is the nation’s most untouchable idol — flawless on stage, unstoppable at the peak of his career. Until the night his body betrays him. Minutes before a sold-out performance, a honeyed scent spreads through the arena. Cameras are everywhere. Fans raise their light sticks, screaming his name. But Luna can barely breathe. His pheromone disorder was supposed to be controllable. Instead, under the blinding stage lights, he goes into heat — and control slips through his fingers along with his carefully constructed image. With his manager scrambling and security in panic, Luna is forced to face the truth: What happens when the most desired idol in the country can no longer suppress what he is? And worse… Who is his mate?

When the world abandoned alternating current for the clean precision of DC, it rewired more than grids; it rewired power, mercy, and truth. High above the clouds, Skyterra hums on forty‑eight volts of order, while the ground below coughs dust, rust, and memory. Kael, a systems engineer the tower should have erased, and Naeva, the lab‑grown companion designed to love him and no one else, are forced out of their regulated heaven the moment the grid blinks and the alarms stay silent. Something has breached the vaults beneath the Aeon Spire, something with chitin and acid for answers, and an orbital “cleanse” is counting down in hours. Their descent is not a metaphor, it is metal screaming on ruined rails, plasma fire in steam‑choked corridors, bodies packed into ore sleds that shear and fall. It is blood misting in red light, children shoved through maintenance vents, nobles clawing for seats beside grounders who have learned to measure shade like currency. Every level down strips another illusion: water was never free, efficiency was never neutral, love was never unprogrammed. On the surface, the air tastes like salt and old heat. Shards of the sky city still burn as they fall. Survival is depth, clay, and luck. Kael, Naeva, and a mismatched handful of soldiers, medics, technicians, scavengers, and Companions crawl into basalt throats and culverts roofed by twenty meters of mud, praying the missiles overshoot and the clay holds. They argue about who gets lifted first, who gets left, and whether anyone deserves saving when everyone is already guilty. Below the direct current, secrets pulse in the dark. Project Solstice whispering through sealed sectors, memory edits that never quite took, a second grid no one was meant to see. Kael promised one person, not the world, yet he keeps pulling strangers through blood and acid because the alternative is becoming the machine he built. Naeva shakes in filth she cannot clean, then reaches out anyway, because perfection without choice is just another cage. This is a story of voltage and flesh, of water turned into service and love turned into software, of cities that rise to escape gravity only to be dragged down by what they refused to carry. Sparks will fade, clay will crack, and the sky will rain steel, but a hand can still find another in the dark. What is done is done. There is no turning back now. Begin here, and fall.

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.