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Jiang Hua finds himself transported to a parallel world, where he inadvertently offends a high-ranking executive at an entertainment company, resulting in a ten-year hiatus from the industry. Seeking to break free from his contract, he discovers the penalty for doing so is an astounding 50 million yuan. To make matters worse, his fiancée abandons him on the eve of their engagement, choosing to spend time with his secret crush at a karaoke bar. Fueled by anger and determination, Jiang Hua auditions for the Xiaobaihua Opera Art Troupe and secures a position within the establishment. In an era where the mainland cultural and entertainment industry is saturated with the Korean wave and mindless pop songs, Jiang Hua sets out to revolutionize the music scene with his unique blend of opera-inspired tunes and ancient melodies. Trusting in the wisdom of his ancestors, he embarks on a journey to usher in a new age of Guofeng (national style) music. Rising from the opera circle, Jiang Hua defies expectations and earns a plethora of accolades, including [Best Actor], [Song God], [Global Bestselling Author], [Musician], and [Founding Father]. As he prepares to celebrate the tenth anniversary of his contract with his global fanbase, Jiang Hua is caught off guard when fans request the local tourism bureau to issue a secondment letter to his work unit, compelling him to participate in the event despite having exhausted his annual leave. Bound by his obligations as a member of the establishment, Jiang Hua reluctantly agrees to the secondment, setting the stage for an unforgettable celebration of his decade-long journey in the entertainment industry.

After getting rejected from a hundred job applications, my only escape was an afternoon Indian soap opera called Winds from the West. I thought watching it was harmless. I was wrong. The next thing I knew, I woke up inside the story as an extra, a character with no important role, no memorable lines, and absolutely no plot armor. My plan was simple: - Stay out of the main story. - Avoid attracting attention. - Find a way back to my own world. But how am I supposed to do that when the male lead keeps noticing me? I'm just an extra. I'm not supposed to matter. He's supposed to be busy with his own storyline. So why does he remember my name? Help!!! Translation Note: This story was originally written in Indonesian. This English version is translated by the author with the assistance of translation tools and may be revised over time to improve readability and quality.

In a galaxy where space travel and genetic engineering have created a vast and diverse universe, a group of adventurers set out on an epic journey to discover the secrets of the universe and the true origins of their genetic modifications. Along the way, they must navigate a complex web of political intrigue and ancient civilizations that threaten to destroy them.

Join Scott as he travels on a thrilling journey through the spectacular wonders of the Milky Way in search of adventure, purpose, and the joy of living life to the fullest. Join him as he explores the universe, finding new worlds and adventures to feed your imagination. But always remember Freedom and Happiness always had a price

When Dante turns eighteen, he begins having dreams of a power-using fashion model from 500 years ago, Giorgio Valentine, and his journey to stop Nero Leonelli from opening the Apostles' Cabinet and becoming an immortal Thread: a person who lives between the land of the living and the dead. But the dreams are just the start for Dante. His legacy entails mortal fights against deadly power-users and joining the Midnight Spire Conspiracy, a group determined to protect the public from Yokai. Dangerous plots are all around, and the name Nero Leonelli has resurfaced, along with the location of the Apostles' Cabinet, which has the power to unleash chaos onto the world.

This is my own story about Lumine and Kody. It starts out when Lumine hears a sound resonating through the hallway. It actually turns out it was Kody playing the piano in his living room.

In the New York underworld, it was an open secret that I was Vincent Russo’s wife in name only. We had a marriage certificate, but none of the intimacy that was supposed to come with it. For three years, the women in his bed were a revolving door. The tabloids were filled with photos of him carousing in Las Vegas with a parade of different women. The next day, those photos would be the talk of every high-society luncheon. He never cared about my dignity, convinced I had stolen the place beside him from the woman he truly loved. The Russo family pitied me, whispering that I was just an unfortunate substitute, a pawn in a marriage alliance. I never defended myself, only smiling as I covered up his every scandal, playing the part of the perfect Mrs. Russo. They didn't know I had signed a secret contract with his father, Don Antonio. If I could just endure these three years, my massive debt would be wiped clean, and the man I loved would finally get the life-saving treatment he needed.

Dans le monde souterrain de New York, c'était un secret de polichinelle que j'étais l'épouse de Vincent Russo uniquement sur le papier. Nous avions un certificat de mariage, mais aucune de l'intimité qui était censée l'accompagner. Pendant trois ans, les femmes dans son lit se succédaient sans cesse. Les tabloïds regorgeaient de photos de lui faisant la fête à Las Vegas avec un défilé de différentes femmes. Le lendemain, ces photos faisaient les commérages de tous les déjeuners mondains. Il ne s'est jamais soucié de ma dignité, convaincu que j'avais volé la place à ses côtés à la femme qu'il aimait vraiment. La famille Russo me prenait en pitié, murmurant que j'étais juste une malheureuse remplaçante, un pion dans une alliance matrimoniale. Je ne me suis jamais défendue, me contentant de sourire tout en dissimulant chacun de ses scandales, jouant le rôle de la parfaite Madame Russo. Ils ne savaient pas que j'avais signé un contrat secret avec son père, Don Antonio. Si je pouvais simplement endurer ces trois années, mon énorme dette serait effacée, et l'homme que j'aimais obtiendrait enfin le traitement vital dont il avait besoin.

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!"