remote journalism

Blanc Rougenfort, a passionate lover of knowledge, grew up as the son of a maid serving a Count's family in the kingdom of Lockridge. Unfortunately, their peaceful life was disrupted when a rebellion broke out and the forces of the Count, who Blanc and his mother were serving, were completely destroyed. The Count entrusted Blanc with the task of escaping the country with his daughters and starting anew. However, Blanc was not content with just that. He made a vow to establish his own army, seek revenge for the Count's family, and ensure that the world is safe for those dear to him.

please stop with the criticism it is not my story I just copied and pasted it so even if you leave reviews or comments I will not bother with them. feel free to upload your own version with all the mistakes fixed. you can easily find it on Novel Updates website. Basically a man gets a remote control that helps him get girls to do R-18 stuff

My name is Joshua. Half a month ago, I transmigrated to a land of swords and magic and became an unfortunate exiled prince. In order to go back to the Royal Empire and take back the throne that originally belonged to me, I had no choice but to start learning how to manage my own land. Just then, I awakened a special system panel and randomly drew a strange creature egg. After a short period of hatching, I received a baby dragon. This little one had great potential. As long as I could raise it, I could become a Great Dragon Ruler and use that power to take back the throne that was mine! But raising a dragon required inordinate amounts of resources. As such, I paid even more attention to managing my territory. I used my 21st-century knowledge to gradually transform this barren village town into an economic hub. With my meticulous care, the great dragon thrived and grew healthily, quickly acquiring astonishing prowess in battle. At the same time as I obtained the great dragon's combat power, I owned a bustling metropolis that made the rest of the Empire exclaim out in surprise...

Julian Navarro knows every frame of Lydia Vale’s forgotten filmography. He knows which stair collapses, which ray gun jams, and exactly when the fragile heroine is supposed to faint into a handsome man’s arms. He also knows Lydia vanished in 1967 without leaving a body. During an unauthorized midnight screening, Lydia looks through the television, calls Julian by name, and dies in a scene that never existed. A battered remote pulls him after her. Inside The Bride of Blackwater House, Julian is dressed as a dashing stranger, Lydia is forced into the role of a helpless heiress, and a cold interface gives him three seconds of Pause to change the ending. Saving her once is only the beginning. Lydia remembers every death. The films reset around her, the roles push against her body, and the thing she calls the Auteur keeps inventing worse finales. Each completed rescue unlocks another remote command Julian can use both on screen and at home. Each command also builds Static, drawing the attention of a secret media-containment office and letting the Auteur edit the real world in return. Between classes, shifts, archive thefts, and increasingly brutal pulp adventures, Julian must investigate the actress he thought he knew. Lydia must decide whether a fan who controls the exit can ever see her as a person. Before a Halloween broadcast puts her final death before millions of viewers, they have to recover her stolen identity, expose the conspiracy that made her films, and take the last cut away from the monster behind the camera.

A very wealthy girl discovers a remote that changes realities but what if the remote disappears while she’s in a different reality than hers?

When the plane went down into the endless ocean, I thought I was dead. But I woke up battered, bleeding, and alone, on an island that doesn’t exist on any map. It looked like paradise at first… until I realized paradise doesn’t come with whispers in the trees and shadows that move when you're not looking. Then I found her, Laura. She was hurt, scared, but alive. The only other survivor. I didn’t ask for company, but something about her kept me close. She saw me as her protector, and maybe I was. But even I couldn’t protect her from the truth I carry. The truth about this island. The truth about who I really am. I tried to keep her safe. I tried to keep her from knowing. But the past always finds a way to surface, like wreckage from the bottom of the sea. And when she finally discovers the reason we’re both here… she might hate me forever. Now, I have a choice. Let her go and lose the only person who’s ever truly seen me or beg her to stay, even if it means dragging her deeper into the nightmare I’ve spent my life running from. Can I save her… or will I be the reason she doesn’t make it out alive? A gripping story of survival, buried secrets, and a dangerous love born from the wreckage.

In a world where ambition meets indolence, Ethan finds himself thrust into an extraordinary journey of self-discovery and redemption. Once a lethargic gamer with a penchant for avoiding responsibility, Ethan meets an untimely end due to his laziness—only to awaken in a new realm with a peculiar gift: the Remote Control System. Bound to his home yet endowed with the ability to remotely control any task, Ethan embarks on a quest to transform his idle existence into a legendary saga. Guided by the enigmatic System Administrator, he navigates through dungeons, negotiates peace treaties between warring factions, and battles mythical beasts—all from the comfort of his sofa. As Ethan rises from reluctant hero to pivotal figure in shaping the fate of kingdoms, he grapples with the consequences of his newfound powers. Alongside allies like the valiant knight Sir Galen and the diplomatic Lady Elara, Ethan learns that true courage and leadership extend beyond physical prowess. Remote Control Reincarnation is a tale that seamlessly weaves humor, adventure, and heartfelt introspection. Through Ethan's journey, readers are invited to ponder the nature of ambition, the allure of comfort, and the transformative power of taking action—even from a distance. Join Ethan as he navigates a world where laziness meets legend, and where the remote control becomes a tool not just of convenience, but of destiny.

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?"