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That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

Su Hanyan bertransmigrasi ke dalam novel yang berlatar pada masa industrialisasi. Dia menjadi karakter sampingan yang hanya sebagai korban - seseorang dengan kepribadian lemah, yang selalu ditindas oleh orang lain dan sering digunakan sebagai kambing hitam yang sial oleh karakter utama novel! Dalam novel tersebut, ibunya yang 'luar biasa' lebih menyukai anak laki-laki daripada perempuan. Dengan pola pikir 'mengorbankan kehidupan putrinya untuk kebahagiaan keluarga, dia dipaksa melepaskan pekerjaannya untuk tokoh utama wanita dan itu menandai awal kehidupan tragisnya. Keluarganya menguras habis kekayaannya, sama seperti yang dilakukan tokoh utama wanita. Dia mengejar pria yang sama dengan tokoh utama wanita meskipun disiksa oleh suaminya. Tidak bisa lebih buruk lagi. Setelah mengingat kembali seluruh cerita, Su Hanyan merobek naskah itu menjadi potongan-potongan kecil. Tidak mungkin dia akan menjadi korban! Dia tidak pernah menjadi pengecut! Untuk menghadapi orang-orang yang tidak berperasaan ini, dia hanya memiliki satu pikiran. Dia tidak bisa membiarkan mereka bertindak sesuka hati! Dalam dua kata, persetan mereka! Masuk Jin Chen, seorang ahli bedah muda dan berbakat. Penampilannya, kemampuannya, dan latar belakang keluarganya adalah kelas atas. Dia dingin dan bangga. Banyak wanita telah mencoba untuk mendekatinya tetapi tidak ada yang menarik perhatiannya. Ini berlanjut sampai suatu hari—Dr. Jin yang biasanya acuh tak acuh mengarahkan tatapan hangat dan memujanya kepada seorang wanita muda dan berkata, "Apapun yang Yanyan katakan berlaku!" Semua orang terkejut. Bagaimana bisa anak buangan dari Su family ini membuatmu jatuh ke tangannya? "Rayu dia!" Jin Chen tersenyum cerah. "Aku yang merayunya. Rahasianya adalah menjadi tidak tahu malu!"

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

[Dúo fuerte + Aplastar al canalla + Mimos dulces + Drama de persecución de esposa + Protagonista femenina con identidades ocultas] Después del divorcio, ella se transformó brillantemente, con identidades ocultas por todas partes, convirtiéndose en presidenta de la noche a la mañana, blandiendo un bisturí y asombrando al mundo con sus habilidades quirúrgicas. Para su sorpresa, su ex-marido estaba bastante entusiasmado en perseguirla. Cuando fue cuestionado por una loto blanca, el hombre se burló: "¡Ella no tratará tu tipo de neurosis!" Rodeado por medios de comunicación chismosos, el hombre amenazó con dominio: "Si no quieres ser incluida en la lista negra, mantente alejada". "El que debería irse eres tú", dijo ella, llena de desdén. La consecuencia de rechazar sus avances fue quedar atrapada en un rincón, incapaz de moverse. Él presionó contra su nariz, casi besándola: "Cariño, ¡volvamos a casarnos! ¡No me importa ser un padrastro!" Noelle: ... Ahora la pregunta es, ¿debería seguir permitiéndole ser un padrastro, o decirle que el bebé en su vientre es en realidad suyo?

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

This is a world with only the sea, countless islands scattered on the sea, and countless treasures scattered in the sea. Swords, gunpowder, and sailboats are the main themes of the sea. The power of the gods is hidden in these countless secret treasures. Eternal wealth, endless life, hidden knowledge, and fantastic power are all treasures. Get the treasure hunting system and find treasures in this magical sea.

En la Tierra de la era moderna, An Lin parece haber sido abandonado por Dios. Cuando su padre desaparece de repente, An Lin se queda con la inmensa deuda de su padre, lo que pone su vida en riesgo. Tras ser acorralado en una azotea por sus acreedores, An Lin es inesperadamente levantado por los aires y depositado en el suelo a salvo. Tras descubrir que fue salvado por un Inmortal, a An Lin le es obsequiado, aparentemente por pura generosidad, el «Sistema del Dios de la Guerra» y un pase a un nuevo reino. Acompaña a An Lin mientras experimenta un mundo completamente nuevo de leyendas, conoce a muchos nuevos amigos, adquiere armas y herramientas legendarias y emprende su camino para convertirse en un poderoso cultivador. ¡Nunca hay un momento aburrido en la nueva vida de An Lin con su "genial" nuevo Sistema!

Camilla Watson-Veston tidak punya pilihan selain meninggalkan kehidupan mewahnya dan membesarkan putranya sendirian sebagai karyawan biasa. Seorang wanita yang dipenuhi kemarahan dan dendam akibat pengkhianatan dari cinta sejatinya memang sangat berbahaya. Ketika yang dapat dipikirkannya hanyalah balas dendam, karma memiliki cara lucu untuk memberi penghargaan kepada mereka yang pantas mendapatkannya. Terkadang bukan hanya satu, tetapi dua atau lebih berkah sekaligus. Apa yang akan Cammy lakukan jika alam semesta memberinya bukan hanya dua pilihan untuk dipertimbangkan, tetapi tiga atau lebih? Akankah dia bisa memilih jalan mana yang harus diambil ketika tidak ada yang sepertinya benar? Ketika kebebasan terlalu mahal dan kebahagiaan sulit dicapai, akankah hidup mengubah Cammy menjadi pahit dari yang manis? Potongan Cerita: "Kamu sangat menakjubkan, Cammy, dan jangan biarkan siapa pun membuatmu berpikir sebaliknya. Suamimu bodoh telah melepaskanmu. Aku akan menunjukkan kepadamu apa yang selama ini kamu lewatkan. Meskipun hanya untuk malam ini, aku berjanji kamu tidak akan melupakanku. Setelah ini, aku akan menjadi satu-satunya pria dalam pikiranmu," kata Greg sebelum mencium bibirnya dengan penuh gairah. Apakah salah untuk menerimanya hanya karena dia sudah menikah, meskipun pria yang dia nikahi telah mengkhianatinya berulang kali? Pikirannya melepaskan logika; dia tidak peduli lagi apakah yang mereka lakukan terlarang. Dia telah memutuskan untuk menyerahkan dirinya sepenuhnya padanya, membiarkannya melakukan apa pun yang diinginkan dengannya malam ini. Jadi, dia berbisik, “Matikan lampunya…” Greg menyeringai, tahu bahwa saklarnya hanya dalam jangkauan, tetapi alih-alih mematikan lampu sepenuhnya, dia meredupkannya sehingga sinar paling kecil tanpa melepaskan pandangan darinya. “Maafkan aku, Cammy. Aku tidak bisa mematikannya sepenuhnya. Aku ingin melihat wajahmu saat aku membawamu ke surga berulang kali sambil kau teriak namaku.” Tangannya menelusuri dada lebar dan kuat miliknya, merasakan kekuatan dan kekokohannya. ‘Ya Tuhan, aku menyentuh tubuh pria lain!’ teriaknya dalam hati. Sebelum keberaniannya benar-benar hilang, dia merasakan Greg menggenggam pergelangan tangannya, saat dia melepaskan bibirnya, dan berbisik, “Belum, Nona cantik. Biarkan kita mengambilnya perlahan… Aku ingin kamu mengingat waktu kita bersama sebagai yang terbaik tanpa penyesalan. Aku ingin kamu mengingatku sebagai pria yang membuatmu merasa penting dan diinginkan. Malam ini kamu adalah satu-satunya wanita dalam hidupku. Satu-satunya wanita yang dipandang mataku dan dipikirkan pikiranku. Kamu milikku, dan milikku saja. Apakah kamu mengerti?!” Potongan lirik lagu yang mencerminkan emosi buku ini. ***Lagu ini bukan milikku.*** Aku ingat saat kita sedang jatuh cinta Dan kita mengikuti api di hati kita Kita memindahkan setiap gunung yang kita sentuh Dan kita menari dalam cahaya bintang-bintang Aku tahu tidak ada yang indah yang berlangsung Tapi saat aku sampai di surga aku akan bertanya Untuk kembali saat kita sedang jatuh cinta…

Un evento repentino y sin precedentes tuvo lugar en la Tierra. Una fisura apareció instantáneamente en el cielo azul y despejado, revelando un vacío desprovisto de toda luz más allá, cubriendo al instante todo el planeta, sin dejar Vida, ni Infierno, ni Paraíso atrás... Así comenzó un nuevo caos y el gran inicio de una vida carente de toda esperanza. En este apocalipsis y mundo sin ley, sin límites impuestos a sus seres, una silenciosa y oscura voluta tomó forma. Una voluta que estaba destinada a convertirse en el Horror de Todo nació... "Espera… ¡¿Me he convertido en un Fantasma?!" _______________________________

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!