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The year is 2077, and life revolves around the massive Full Immersion VRMMORPG, Aethelgard. For Ethan Bellwether, this new reality has only magnified the crushing burden of his life: a staggering $1.5 Million debt. Bankrupt and blacklisted, the disgraced former photographer has one last, desperate hope: to find a fortune in Aethelgard. But when he enters the game, Ethan is assigned a ludicrous, non-combat role and a camera, gaining the unique [EX-Tier] System's Witness class. His progression is unprecedented: he gains levels, power, and wealth not by fighting, but by capturing virally popular images (Public Visibility) of the game’s deepest secrets and deadliest creatures. Armed only with extreme Perception and the forbidden Temporal Shutter skill, Ethan must turn the most lethal fantasy world into his exclusive, high-stakes photography portfolio. He is the weakest player on the field, yet his camera is the ultimate weapon. When his EX-Tier Lens captures the impossible breaking ten years of established lore about Mythical entities.Ethan becomes a target of powerful guilds and System Administrators alike. To clear his massive debt, survive the players hunting his secrets, and expose the truth behind Aethelgard, Ethan must make his photos the most disruptive force in the world.

is the story of Arlan, a man searching for the traces of his father's lost love. Through faded photos and inherited stories, Arlan uncovers the tragic love story between his father, Basri, a sailor, and Salsabila, a woman from a remote village. Although their love never came true because fate separated them, Arlan finds meaning in their memories. In his search, Arlan also finds himself, and through the publication of a book, he brings an unforgettable love story back to life, bringing peace to his family and the surrounding community. A story about eternal love, sacrifice, and acceptance of destiny.

Maya Chen has spent seven years shape herself into fiting in, trying to delete every photograph that might reveal who she truly is. When a lost print falls into the hands of four men; a restless photographer, a protective athlete, a sharp psychologist, and a synesthetic musician; They each refuse the airbrushed version. Through art, intimacy, and the courage to be seen, she is reborn. She is allowed to be the original, not the edit. A photographer, just as important as the photo itself...

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I wanted my husband, who is a photographer, to take a set of boudoir photos for me. He refused, claiming he only knew how to photograph babies. That evening, I helped my drunk husband back to his own room. A portrait photo album fell to the floor. It was full of boudoir photos of his childhood sweetheart. When I confronted him, my husband accused me of making a big deal out of nothing, and our daughter didn't understand my reaction either. Late that night, I saw a photo of the three of them together on his childhood sweetheart's social media. The caption read: "Taking a break, getting ready to start the next chapter of life." On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband took our child out to be with another woman. I finally realized he had been deceiving me for ten years.

My bestie used my photos for an online relationship. Later, after she started a campus romance, she pushed it onto me without hesitation. "A puppy born in '05, 6'1", and he really likes you." Me: "?" And just like that, I was in a relationship?

Just three days before our silver wedding anniversary. I discovered his secret, a tiny underground room. From wall to ceiling, it was plastered with countless photos of another woman. Apparently, from his thirties to his sixties, someone else had occupied his heart. Those crucial business trips, those exotic decorative pieces. Everything now made sense, as I gazed at their beaming faces in the photos. I looked down at my own hands, marked with wrinkles and age spots. Suddenly, I felt utterly exhausted.

The elite circles all whisper that David Ashcroft is the ideal fiancé—cold, untouchable, repulsed by even a woman's fingertips. Yet when my most intimate photos, *leaked by his own hands*, flood the internet, I'm left curled on the bathroom floor retching in agony—while my so-called "gynophobic" fiancé toasts with his white moonlight, Celia Davis, at their private club. My phone lights up with his icy message: *["Remember—never dare to touch me again."]* Then Celia's text stabs through: *["Thanks for the 'portfolio,' dear fiancée. My boyfriend's skills are *far* more impressive than you imagined~"]* The attached screenshot freezes my blood—David's chat logs, where my photos are auctioned with the caption: *["Just a plaything. Highest bidder wins."]* So this is the truth behind his "disgust for women"—a carefully crafted mask for *this* long-planned humiliation.

" Taking photos can become a source of income" Fang Xiu confidently said while clenching his fist. Well, the question is.... If the photos can be taken easily? A certain man: Of course. =.= Fang Xiu: Why do you say so? > . > A certain man: Because... I am yours to take. Fang Xiu: • ^ • Whut? ---------- A story of a young man that wanted to help his dear father in making money but meets a man who made the task "easy". This story is BL. People who likes to read it are all welcome.

Kio has been liking Xian since nursery eversince then they both play and grow together but once they turned junior highschool Xian seems to start hating Kio what do you think happened? Will they reuinite again as friends? Or more than friends?

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?"