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The Vermillion Throne is the epic tale of an empire at its height, yet poised on the brink of what could be a devastating descent into ruin. Told from the viewpoints of numerous characters, it is a sweeping saga of murder and magic (portrayed both as a powerful religion and a forbidden art), of deception and betrayal, of Machiavellian politics, star-crossed lovers, and a realm facing war on every front.

"Kill the prince before he destroys the world, you only have 18 years," the Goddess ordered. Cleon is a special reincarnation who is reborn with his memories and abilities in his previous life. He gets a task from the Goddess to kill the prince who will cause the destruction of the world. A magic from the demon lord turned the world into chaos, people disappeared without a trace and scattered in a very strange place. Cleon's adventure begins, with the provision of his ability to survive various obstacles on his journey. Create his own army to carry out his duties.

Western VRMMO【DEMONDAL】was known for its extremely harsh game system. To begin with, there were no levels. There were no skills. There were no guilds. There was no inventory. There were no convenient system messages or maps of any kind either. It was so needlessly realistic that it was already basically a VR life simulator. As for anything game-like, it was basically limited to weapon masteries; a proficiency level that you got from using your weapon, as well as physical strength that increased as well. That was it. It was a fantasy game so there was magic, but forming a contract with a spirit was extremely difficult, and only 1% of the playerbase were magicians. In this VR game【DEMONDAL】that was ridiculously close to reality, the protagonist Kei who was a well known mounted archery expert, was one day sent to another world with his Russian【DEMONDAL】friend. The game that was severe to begin with had turned into a reality, and the harshness increased again―― This novel is slow-burn.

C’est l’histoire d’Osric, un homme transmigré dans ce monde, mais en réalité réincarné en un jeune elfe masculin nommé Casirisse Nightingale, adopté par un étrange esprit qui veille sur lui. Plus Casirisse en apprend sur ce monde, plus il se rend compte des dangers qui l’attendent. Il a été transmigré avec un système de connexion.

“When the gutter’s sharpest blade dies, Heaven misplaces her soul… and the Underworld hands her a nightmare of a second life.” She was once just Alley-rat Ines—a shadow-blade who harvested lives faster than a Mario speed-run. Then a job exploded in her face—literally—all the resurrection jades in the world should’ve still left her scattered like incense ash in the wind but She drops straight through the void of nothingness, and crash-lands inside a delicate body belonging to no other but Ines Vermillion and Now she’s stuck in the Vast Heavenly Dominion, where: Ancient bloodlines trade secrets like spirit stones. Cultivators crack open Maera Gates to bully the heavens. A living ring fuses to her finger—granting her a pocket dimension and a mouthy spirit beast that calls her “thief-girl” every three breaths. Bad enough? Not even close. Rumor whispers of a Vanished Flame-Eye Clan—a lineage whose gaze could incinerate karma itself. Their crest? A purple blaze the gods once sealed in fear. And looming behind all those polite sect smiles is one shameless sovereign: The Crimson Demon King. Uninvited. Unkillable. Unreasonably pretty. And, for reasons only the lord knows, obsessed with her. What Ines knows: 1. Survival > face. If she must grovel to live, she’ll do it—then rob you blind for the trouble. 2. The ring chose her. Which means the mystic realm inside is hers to plunder—once she figures out the operating manual. 3. The Demon King keeps showing up. Like a debt collector with dimples. Why? She didn’t reincarnate for romance or righteous destiny. She came to stay very, very alive. So why won’t the Demon King get lost—and why does every step bring her closer to the secret of the Flame-Eye blood she never knew she carried? In a world that worships power, a dead assassin with too many secrets might just burn it all down—if the Demon King doesn’t claim her first.

Is society capable of chaining the truly strongest? Or law and order fold upon their slightest whims. Folds in the Vermillion Dusk follows Krodh a teenage boy studying in a prestigious institution designated for the noble society, his mishaps with said society as he feels chained down by the constrains set upon him by them. The story contains ideas of self reflection, classism, communalism and racism.

An interactive story in which YOU, the readers, decide on everything ! The novel follows the story of Angelus Sanguinus Vermillion. It starts from the northern part of Lunaris in the Reinhardt Empire. (same world as my other novel Void Rifters) Join the discord if you want to contribute to the story : https://discord.gg/JxytpnN5m2 (Right of the cover goes to the artist.)

Book 1 of 3 *Slow updates!* "If my memories of you really ended up disappearing; if I became an entirely different person, will you still have faith in me?"

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"