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Fang Qingyu has a special talent that he could see profession tags of others, which, in most cases, are Student, Deliveryman and Driver. However, one day when he steps into a martial arts hall, he notices a special tag above the couch's head. The red words read: Martial Artist.

As the arcane tide surges in reverse, conflict and death once again sweep across the land.Foreign races rise, dragons roar, and abyssal demons stir in the depths.The Transcendent wield divine might in mortal flesh, greedily coveting the gods’ forbidden domains—unaware that the deities, silent for tens of thousands of years, have already opened their eyes. In such a turbulent age, the protagonist Roland relies on his unique profession interface to break free from conventional class-change restrictions, gaining special effects. [Blacksmith Apprentice] → [Humble Apprentice][Recruit] → [Battle-Ready][Scholar] → [Focused Study] More than that, different professions can resonate with one another, granting additional bonuses: [Blacksmith Apprentice] + [Recruit] = [Tempered Through Trials][Blacksmith Apprentice] + [Scholar] = [Standardized Production][Recruit] + [Scholar] = [Theory and Practice] Every path leads to unknown power, and every breakthrough carries him one step farther from the shackles of mortality. Holding multiple professions—scraping by in a chaotic age?No.Omniscient. Omnipotent. Standing at the pinnacle of the world.

This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. In short, a genius. But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love. His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to. Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'? AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

Web novel writer Jin Han-sol, who had an unfortunate accident on a trip to England to clear his head, said, “This is… Big Ben?” When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the middle of the British Empire of the 19th century, where romance, literature, and racism breathed! You have to survive somehow, from the dockworker to the rich maid to the babysitter! The opportunity that came to him who had worked so hard that his feet were sweating, “Teacher! No, author! I’m glad to see you now!!” “…… You’re a writer?” “He’s the best writer of novels in London right now.” That chance, a fiction writer? At this time, the writing of the Great Moon, which will change the world with a single pen, begins to give cider to the bastards of the British Empire! _________ Release Schedule: 3 Chapters on Wednesday and 4 Chapters on Sunday

Lu Shi returned to the British Isles in 1900 and inadvertently swept through the literary world, simultaneously leaving behind the proverb: "In the aspect of treating others, Great Britain has always been inappropriate." In the generations to come, the British people often recall this with deep emotion, pondering what kind of international spirit could make a Chinese person so deeply troubled by Great Britain, leaving behind such a prophecy...

‘‘What in God’s name is happening’’ Martha asked as she properly wore Marcus’ jacket and rolled the sleeve till it was her arm’s length. ‘The thing I have been shielding everyone from’ I answered running a hand through my hair. ‘’And what is that?’’ she asked pulling off her shoes. ‘Nothing you need to know about Milky way’ I said to her. ‘’You did not just mean that! I almost just got hit right now Sir and you are still telling me I need not know?’’ she asked in a slightly elevated hushed tone. ‘I’ll explain it all to you but do you see that car over there’ I asked pointing towards my car and she nodded. ‘I am going to cover you and I want you to run as hard as you can. Do you hear me?’ I asked looking at her directly. ‘’You might not know this but I am a level four combatant now but my dad put a pause to my trainings because of my studies so the least I can do is run’’ she said with a shrug of her shoulders. ‘I know everything about you L4 combatant. On my count of three, you run’ I said as I pulled out an Akdal Ghost TR01 pistol from the back of my pants. ‘One Two…’ I started but she cut me off, ‘’don’t get hit Milky Way’’ she said and I chortled lightly, surprised that she was still worrying about me even though I put her in harm’s way only a couple of seconds ago and at the nickname she just reciprocated in calling me. ‘I’ll try. Three!’ I said and she started running while I side ran with her shooting at the direction the bullet came from the other time. Because I was running, the bullets fired back did not touch me at first but before I got to my car, I was shot in my arm. I opened the door of the car to get in and was expecting Martha to do same but that was when I turned back and saw it. Martha did not make it to the car, she was sprawled on the floor, in her red dress, with her blood flowing from her side.

"No" a daily worker lost his job as a delivery boy. An uncle suggested he should write books as he had a good knowledge of English. He searched through the internet to find the most secure way to get a writings career. A friend of his named Fa suggested him to write on webnovel that can provide him with a secured monthly income which was enough to support his current life. A new web novel writer who wanted to write a good story to get paid. He did not have had any job or any other method to earn money. Even he didn't have any money in his bank account only a broken down phone and an old desktop in his possession. Lastly, he didn't have any idea what he was going to write. He asked his friend what should he write he doesn't have much grammatical knowledge. His friend advises him to write anything that is readable and should have a good storyline. "No" buys a pen to write the draft of the story he was about to write on paper. But the thing was that he was not just writing in his paper but writing the fate of the great heroes and villains in other dimensions. The pen bound him to write and dictate the stories he had written to the great or else he can't go out of a domain that trapped him by that pen. Backing way means death what can he do. He writes and writes until he finishes a story to tell the great one. The stories are so chaotic that they never made sense. Whatever now he can get his freedom and lay on his chair to sip on some juice and forget about all the things that previously happened to him. Who is the great one? What does he want? But the pen wouldn't let him leave that easily. After all, it's bounded to him. When he was relaxing the pen was grinning at him from the sideline. " There's a lot left to come, just enjoy this moment "

The Unquiet Life of a Webnovel Writer Jennifer is 40, tired, and ready for a quiet life. But one Saturday afternoon, her landlady asks, “Do you believe we are all products of someone else’s stories?” Suddenly, every unfinished wish-fulfillment fantasy Jennifer ever published starts moving into her apartment building. An 18-year-old stud of an alpha werewolf? Nah, his Alpha Dad is definitely hotter. A golden-haired prince on a white horse? Wth, why was the horse in her lobby? And she distinctly remembers writing him a tsundere Duke of an Uncle. Now the world is bending to accommodate her webnovels. “Why are all of you here, and why are you so inconvenient?” And out of the blue, her childhood friend—older, wiser, and back from abroad—wants to pick up where they left off decades ago. “I’m very sure I didn’t write you.” Oh, and the alien invasion outside her building? Yeah, she shouldn't have started the sci-fi LitRPG. Now the world is about to end. Jennifer is very, very sorry. Author’s Notice Regarding Narrative Deviations This is a formal notice to inform all readers that the current story has deviated significantly from its originally stated premise. The initial scope of the work included, but was not limited to: • Alpha werewolves requiring pack management • Interpersonal dynamics within supernatural hierarchies • The occasional prince dropping out of college Said scope did not include: • Extraterrestrial involvement • Global-scale invasions • Alien roaches of any size or classification The author acknowledges that such developments may be unexpected. An apology is hereby issued for any confusion, emotional distress, or genre whiplash caused by these unforeseen circumstances. In response to anticipated inquiries: Q: “How were these events unforeseen? Aren’t you the author?” A: The author maintains that she is, to the best of her knowledge, the author. However, narrative control appears to be, at present, a collaborative and loosely regulated process. Characters have demonstrated a tendency to: • Act independently • Escalate situations without approval • Introduce plot elements of questionable necessity (see: alien roach invasion) Readers are therefore advised that: 1. The narrative may continue to evolve unpredictably. 2. Genre boundaries are to be considered flexible. 3. Any resemblance to a “cosy romcom” is purely coincidental at this stage. By continuing, readers agree to accept the story in its current form, including all action, sci-fi elements, romantic developments, dramatic turns, and general chaos. Thank you for your understanding. — katisnow (provisionally in control) Footnotes [1] For readers seeking narratives that are marginally more well-behaved, you may refer to the author’s other works. While no guarantees are made, some stories have thus far refrained from introducing alien species without prior notice. [2] “Well-behaved” is a relative term and may still include emotional damage, questionable life choices, and dramatic plot twists. [3] The author accepts no responsibility if said “better-behaved” stories also spiral unexpectedly. Historical precedent suggests this is a non-zero possibility.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!

Bai Su, who transmigrated into a book set in the interstellar Beast World, has only one interest: making delicious food at the orphanage, raising children, and enjoying her hard-won new life. Future's great villains? The cubs are all super well-behaved in front of her! The Federation Leader comes to freeload a meal, and his disability is cured! The business emperor comes to freeload a meal, and his infertility is solved! The obese little female gets thinner the more she eats, gradually growing into the number one beauty of the Beast World. She also attracts the number one genius doctor of the interstellar era and the interstellar great captain. The villainous cubs, driving warships and controlling ten thousand beasts: "If you want to get close to our Mom, you'll have to withstand our cannon fire first!" The Federation Leader laughs in anger: "You dare to bomb my armory? Courting death!" The gloomy and bloodthirsty emperor: "A bunch of little trash! You think I'm afraid of you?" The doctor's face turns ashen: "Either give back my research results, or die!" The interstellar great captain dangerously shoulders a Barrett: "I see you're all dying to get locked up." Bai Su smiles and peeks her head out, holding a gleaming kitchen knife: "Time to eat! What are you all doing?" The big shots and the little villains, harmoniously putting their arms around each other's shoulders in a picture of fatherly love and filial piety: "Coming~~"