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(lowercase intended) "i still remember the look on your face," "when i told you," "i loved you." a short series in which Aera writes letters to the Oliver she once knew. C O M P L E T E D B I T T E R S W E E T E N D I N G

Humans have discovered that dimensional planes with alternate realities exist. More and more realities are being discovered everyday and multiple problems the human race has been faced with are being solved by the new resources and discoveries. Those who do go to new dimensions are called “divers”. Large cooperations have been built with the aim of finding more and more resources that benefit humans using what they see as expendable lives. Poor, disabled, and disadvantaged people are tricked into or even forced into being divers and earn barely enough to keep food on the table. After many explorations and developments of dimensions there are now even schools dedicated to becoming a diver and going there is practically a ticket to being famous and successful. The most successful divers make hundreds of millions a year from the companies benefiting from them and often discover miraculous things. The mc lost her parents to the greed of others and wants nothing more than to destroy this cruel system of exploitation.

The gods are eating us. Not metaphorically. Not spiritually. Literally. Every soul that dies passes through seven divine toll booths, and at each one, the Thrones take a piece—the part that remembers, the part that matters—before letting the rest continue to rebirth. They've been doing this for eight thousand years. The math doesn't lie. The ledgers don't balance. And Cael Morrow, gutter-raised pattern-seer with too many knives and not enough impulse control, just found the receipts. Now he's on the run. Died once already—came back because his wife Veraine pulled him through death when they were twelve and apparently that creates a permanent cosmic leash. The Ember, god of passion, tasted his soul and wants seconds. The other Thrones want him silenced. And somewhere in the crawlspaces between realities, a rebellion is forming out of smugglers and abandoned children and a three-hundred-year-old double agent who's been waiting for exactly this moment. Seven books. Seven thefts. One heretic who can't stay dead trying to figure out how to unmake heaven without breaking everything else in the process. The catch: the gods aren't evil. They're scared. They broke the wheel when they built their Thrones, and the wound at the bottom of existence—the Gnaw—has been spreading ever since. They keep feeding because they don't know how to stop. Because stopping might kill them. Because eight thousand years of consumption has made them need it the way fire needs fuel. Cael doesn't want to destroy them. He wants to give the universe a choice. Open the wheel. Remove the toll booths. Let souls decide for themselves: return, remain, dissolve, transcend. Death as a door instead of a funnel. But someone has to become that door. Someone has to stand in the threshold forever. He thinks it should be him. Veraine has other ideas.

Flynn is a Sensual Demon who feeds on the erotic desires of others. In Las Vegas, there’s a lot of naughtiness to be found. Yet, with his appetite easily fulfilled, Flynn finds himself hungering for the touch of his forbidden lover. After all, it’s Christmas, and it’s been far too long since he last crossed paths with Samuel.<br><br>What he doesn’t know is that the feeling is mutual. As an angel, Samuel’s existence is jeopardized with every trip he makes to Vegas. Angels aren’t allowed within the city limits. But he can’t stay away from Flynn any longer. He needs that little taste of darkness.<br><br>Little does Flynn know Samuel has a kinky scavenger hunt in store for him.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

Gu Shengsheng transmigrates into a parallel world and wakes up as the long-lost “real daughter” of the Gu family—brought back solely to bring good fortune to the powerful Lu family through a ceremonial marriage. Just when she thinks she’s been dealt the worst possible hand, she unexpectedly binds to an [Appraisal System] and unlocks an attribute panel. From that moment on, her life turns legendary. Day One. At a livestreamed stone-gambling event, she casually picks out a top-grade jadeite that even seasoned experts overlooked—earning three hundred thousand in a single day. Day Two. Digging through scrap metal at a junk market, she uncovers a rusted teapot artifact. After restoring it, she sells it for three million. Day Three. At a flea market, she buys an old Nokia phone on a whim. The memory card contains footage of a crime. She helps solve the case and receives a ten million reward. Day Four. Dragged into the lawless borderlands, she appraises treasures and rakes in three hundred million. Along the way, she uses the System to rescue hundreds of trafficked victims—and wipes out the criminal syndicate behind it all. Day Five. She travels across foreign lands, retrieving stolen cultural relics and sending them back home. Day Six. She establishes her own private museum. — Just as her life reaches new heights, she’s asked during an interview: “As a successful woman, what do you think makes a good husband?” Gu Shengsheng replies calmly, “Rich, never comes home, and dies young. Just like my late husband.” At that exact moment, her “late” billionaire husband, Lu Shijing, walks in. Lu Shijing pulls out a health report. “Dear, my body is perfectly healthy—and my physical fitness is excellent.”

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"