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Song Qingyuan is a piano genius who was born in a rich family. He thought he had the fortune to follow his own path in life. However, when his mother died under questionable circumstances and his father immediately remarried not even two months after his death it was a huge blow to him. But little did he know that it was just the beginning of his misery. Zhao Shing the lone uncrowned emperor of the business world. A man who was as gentle as the spring breeze but had always been as distant as the sky. His thoughts; as deep as the ocean and his eyes as dark as the abyss. He had been brought up in a family you'd use as an example of the perfect family. Two lonely souls that couldn't be any more different and yet the most compatible pair. Zhao Shing, who had always been sensible, had never had to wish for anything because everything had always been handed to him, had given Song Qingyuan everything like it was his right and demanded nothing in return. Suddenly, that man demanded his attention, his heart and his entire existence. A damaged free spirit without a home and A gentle soul with an apathetic heart; A fateful encounter that should have just been limited to clandestine marriage contract, they had never imagined that the two souls would meet at a turbulent time and become the only thing they each desired. But since heaven gave them the chance they will take it at any cost. "While looking for an amenity, we found our eternity."

At the dawn of time, a celestial war erupts in the sacred lands of Eden. The Fruit of Life—an artefact of divine power—holds the key to immortality, but its existence has drawn the attention of the abyss. Malphas, a being born of darkness, leads an assault against heaven’s chosen warriors, seeking to claim the fruit for himself. In the heart of this battle stands Lucian, a warrior of untold potential, reborn time and time again to protect the divine order. But as the war escalates and betrayal seeps into the ranks of Eden’s defenders, the line between salvation and destruction begins to blur. When one of their own succumbs to corruption, the balance shifts. Cities fall, allies waver, and the forces of heaven are pushed to their limits. But Malphas has yet to reveal his true form. Is this the beginning of the end? Will Lucian rise, or will Eden burn?

A genius fighter with a nasty attitude had fought every day, even though he’d lose some fights he had never once fallen. Even when knocked-out he’d be unconscious standing, and that was how he got the nickname ‘Unfallen’ Suddenly he woke up in a strange bed in a fancy-looking room. His ‘family’ was worried sick for him. The only problem was, he had no clue who these people were.

As ᴀᴅᴠᴇʀsɪᴛʏ ᴡᴀsʜᴇs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴜs, ᴡᴇ ʀɪsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs. Eᴀᴄʜ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ᴡᴇ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ɪᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. Tʜɪs sɪɢɴ ʙʀɪɴɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʀɪɴɢ sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss. DIVE INTO THE WORLD OF EDENFELL

You're safe so long as you don't invite a stranger in your house. But what if they're the ones to invite you? Possessing natural charm and exceptional looks, Xaius believed he could lure any woman. He's the predator prowling for favored prey, the one to send sensual invitations, and women were his willing guests. But then everything was about to change when he met this enticing woman---beastly in nature, and dangerously out of his league. She was everything that life was not. An embodiment of both grace and hell. But Xaius was instantly drawn to this woman who lived long enough to tell the darkest tales of the undead. He knew it's insanity to be drawn to death, yet he did not care. Little did he know; one hellish invitation would change the typical setup. And no, he wouldn't be the predator this time.

You're safe so long as you don't invite a stranger in your house. But what if they're the ones to invite you? Possessing natural charm and exceptional looks, Xaius believed he could lure any woman. He's the predator prowling for favored prey, the one to send sensual invitations, and women were his willing guests. But then everything was about to change when he met this enticing woman---beastly in nature, and dangerously out of his league. She was everything that life was not. An embodiment of both grace and hell. But Xaius was instantly drawn to this woman who lived long enough to tell the darkest tales of the undead. He knew it's insanity to be drawn to death, yet he did not care. Little did he know; one hellish invitation would change the typical setup. And no, he wouldn't be the predator this time.

"The world was fine until it wasn’t. And by the time I realized it was too late, everything I thought I knew was gone." Ariadne Cross lived a life like anyone else—routine, predictable, until the day everything changed. Signs of something wrong were there, small and subtle, but who would have ever guessed they were more than just coincidence? One moment, the world was normal. The next, it wasn’t. As chaos descends and society crumbles, Ariadne must navigate a world that has suddenly turned into a fight for survival. With everything she’s ever known slipping away, she’ll have to face the truth of what’s happening—and decide who to trust in a time when everything feels like it’s falling apart. What if the world didn’t end all at once? What if it ended piece by piece, and no one saw it coming?

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.