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I died on Earth while working overtime at some job that never really cared whether I lived or dropped dead at my desk. The last thing I remember is staring at my monitor, thinking how ridiculous it was that my whole life had been… this. No wife. No kids. No real rest. Just deadlines, emails, and pretending I still had energy I clearly didn’t. So when I finally blacked out, I didn’t even panic. I just thought—if there’s a next life, I’m done trying so hard. I want to be a salted fish. The kind that just lies there, eats when it wants, sleeps when it wants, and nobody expects anything from. Somehow, that wish actually got answered. I woke up in a forest. No hospital. No machines. Just trees, wind, and way too much silence. At first I thought I’d been dumped somewhere random, but then I noticed my hands. My body. I was young again—like seventeen or so. No back pain. No exhaustion. No corporate damage. Just… clean. And I was wearing clothes that definitely didn’t come from Earth. Fancy stuff too. The kind of outfit that screams “rich family” or “important background character.” That’s when it hit me. I think I got reincarnated. Honestly? Pretty good deal. I checked my body carefully, expecting the usual “trash talent” situation. You know, the kind where the MC has to grind from zero, get humiliated, suffer a bit, all that. But… something felt off. My body didn’t feel weak. It felt *too* good. Like everything was already tuned up to max, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. Weird. Anyway, I wasn’t going to question it too much. I already decided my new life plan. No hard work. No suffering. No “courting death” situations. Just chill. So I walked until I found a nice forest clearing and thought, yeah, this place looks good enough. I built a house there. Well… “built” is a strong word. I just kind of stacked wood and stone together. I wasn’t trying to win architecture awards. I just wanted a roof. The funny thing is, everything I used felt weirdly easy to work with. The wood didn’t splinter, the stone cut like tofu. I figured this world just had better materials or something. Lucky me. After that, I started farming. Because farming is easy. Plant seeds, wait, eat. Perfect life cycle. Except the seeds grew way too fast. Like, suspiciously fast. But I just assumed I was good at farming or the soil here was nice. I didn’t overthink it. Then I found this injured woman one day near my place. She looked like trouble, honestly. The kind of trouble you avoid in life if you’re smart. But she was unconscious, and I already built a house with spare room space I wasn’t using, so I brought her back. She woke up later with no memory, so I just… let her stay. She helped with chores. I farmed. We ate. Life got comfortable in a way I didn’t really expect, but wasn’t going to complain about. Somehow she never left. Then somehow she became my wife. Then somehow we had kids. At this point I stopped asking questions. Meanwhile, people outside my little forest keep acting weird. Strangers show up, look at my place, and immediately start shaking like they saw a ghost. Some run away. Some just faint. I don’t know what their problem is. The crops I sell somehow make people stronger. The water from my place apparently does something too. I thought I was just running a slightly successful farm. Apparently not. Now there are rumors outside. About my place. About me. But I’m still just here farming, eating, taking care of my family, and wondering why everyone outside keeps freaking out over literally everything I do.

In a futuristic world . a group of wealthy elites becomes obsessed with transcending humanity. Believing ordinary humans to be weak and fragile, they pour their fortunes into a secret project to create the perfect superhuman,one with immense power and the potential for immortality. To bring their vision to life, they recruit the world's brightest geneticists, biologists, and medical scientists. But such an experiment requires human test subjects. Disguising the project as a high-paying employment opportunity, they advertise across the globe, luring desperate people with promises of wealth and a better future. Among those who answer the call is Xia Zhao, a young woman born and raised in the United States. Working tirelessly as a waitress to support her gravely ill father, Xia sees the offer as her only chance to save him. Blinded by hope and driven by desperation, she signs up without knowing the horrifying truth. The last thing Xia remembers is arriving at a mysterious research facility, where she is told that everything within its walls is strictly confidential. Then... darkness. When Xia awakens, she finds herself emerging from a glass pod inside a ruined laboratory. The once-bustling facility is now silent, its halls littered with destruction and devoid of the scientists who once occupied it. Stepping outside, she is met with an even greater nightmare. The city has become a lifeless wasteland. Buildings stand abandoned, the streets are eerily quiet, and grotesque humanoid creatures wander aimlessly through the ruins. Confused and alone, Xia has no idea how much time has passed, what caused humanity's downfall, or what has become of the world she once knew. Now, she must embark on a terrifying journey to uncover the truth. What destroyed civilization? How long was she trapped inside that pod? Are there any survivors left? And above all... What happened to her father?

When their parents are taken by an evil villain, four teenagers have to fight to save the world and their parents from the hands of evil.

Your normal college boy got played by fate and got virgin system if he loses virginity he dies but system prepare every scenario for him to lose his virginity

In the wake of Gol D. Roger's execution, the world holds its breath. Pirates flood the seas. Marines tighten their grip. And in the forgotten South Blue, on an island so small it barely earns a dot on most maps, a sixteen-year-old boy with no devil fruit, no family name, and no special destiny decides to leave. His name is Kuroishi Ran. He wants one thing — absolute freedom. Not a throne. Not a title. Not the world's recognition. Just open water and no one above him. He boards a merchant ship heading east with a single bag, calloused hands, and four years of self-taught training behind him. No mentor. No crew. No plan beyond the direction. What he does have is something he can feel but cannot yet name — a heat in his chest that surfaces only when everything else runs out, when his body is past its limit and something deeper opens. The sea will teach him what it is. This is the story of a man who becomes a pirate not for treasure or glory but because the sea is the only place in the world where no one can tell him what he is. It is a story told in ports and storms and training sessions before dawn. In the people he meets and parts from and meets again years later when the sea has changed them both. In the slow, honest, brutal development of a power earned rather than granted. Ran will cross the South Blue. He will reach the Grand Line. He will build something from nothing, by will alone, and the world will eventually learn his name. But that is later. For now — he is sixteen, the ship is heading east, and the horizon keeps retreating the way horizons do. He follows it anyway.

HIDUP SEBAGAI ORANG YANG ANEH

On the return of his hometown, Valentino discovers that his hometown has changed along with the turbulent decade of the 1960's. His family stuck in the violent past of World War 2 as well as the contemporary fear of the Vietnam War loom over him and his two brothers. However, fear comes in many forms.

The day everything changed – and nothing made sense anymore

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!"

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?"