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From a green young girl to a wealthy young wife, he loved her and doted on her to the point of making others go green with envy! Mr. Bo: Learning karate to protect you! Running marathons to accompany you shopping! Standing at attention for when I mess up in the future, no matter how you scold or hit me, I can only obediently stand! Undergoing physical training to provide all-round services! Training my abdominal muscles because I want to carry you for a lifetime, shielding you from the wind and rain! And learning more cooking skills to accompany you as you taste all the delicacies of the world... Li Qiyu, I love you. Make good use of your privileges! *Check out my other two books "Rejecting the Wealthy Marriage: The Young Madam's 99 Escapes" and "The Arrogant CEO: Hello!"*

Luo Xun had survived ten years of the zombie apocalypse—not by becoming a badass warrior, but by doing what any true otaku would: hoarding supplies, avoiding people, and absolutely refusing to eat canned peaches. Then he dies. But instead of staying dead, he respawns three months before the apocalypse begins. Armed with a decade’s worth of doomsday knowledge (and anime logic), Luo Xun sets out to prepare for the end of the world—otaku style. --------------- His plan: Buy all the instant noodles. Stockpile solar-powered gadgets. Build the ultimate apocalypse man cave. Avoid drama. But in reality: He ends up rescuing a gorgeous architect named Yan Fei, who looks like he should be sipping lattes in a Paris café, not laying bricks and hoisting steel beams like a tank in tight jeans. Luo Xun’s reaction? [“He’s too pretty. He must be useless. Definitely can’t cook.”] Spoiler: Yan Fei *can* cook. And flirt. And install solar panels. Together, the two build the chillest stronghold in the zombie world, complete with hydroponic gardens, renewable energy, and occasional relationship bickering that sounds like: [“You bought *another* solar oven? Where will we even put it?” “Next to the anime figures. Priorities, okay?”] Despite the horror setting, this novel delivers deadpan humor, wholesome survival strategies, and a romance so domestic it could be sponsored by IKEA. It's the apocalypse—but make it cozy. Alternative Title: The Reborn Otaku’s Code of Practice for the Apocalypse #NOT MINE

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Akazuchi is a depressed, isolated thirteen-year-old coder whose world is defined by cold, rigid logic—the only safe formula he can trust. He is an intentional outsider, his silence and bad outlook acting as a desperate shield against the world that rejected his dreams. His deepest conviction is that code is the key to true imagination, capable of freeing people from the "shells of everyday society" and bringing them genuine smiles. But the relentless bullying at school has branded him a "Logic Loser" and forced his parents into financial strain, leading Akazuchi to believe he is the "bug" that corrupts his family’s peace. His dream is fragile, held together only by his battered coding laptop. When his tormentors at Seiho High threaten to shatter that last connection, his self-control snaps. A storm forces Akazuchi into the quiet, pristine refuge of the Hukitaske Pharmacy, where he meets Akio Hukitaske. Akio, the blue-haired pharmacist, sees Akazuchi not as a victim,but as a friend. This quiet consistency is the first kindness Akazuchi can’t logically push away. But Akio’s calm, clinical dissection of Akazuchi’s trauma—only fuels the coder's immense, internalized rage. When the bullies breach the pharmacy's sanctuary, Akazuchi’s fury explodes. He unleashes the terrifying precision of his coder’s knowledge, weaponizing his surroundings and his weak body to brutally overpower his tormentors. Driven by a furious, primal will, Akazuchi crosses a terrifying line, forcing Akio to physically intervene to prevent a murder. In the ensuing, heartbroken confrontation, Akio confesses his guilt for letting Akazuchi fight, revealing his own burden of responsibility. Akazuchi, cornered and raw, screams his final defiance: that Akio has no right to fix him, no right to be the hero, because he doesn't understand true, illogical suffering. Akazuchi flees into the rainy Tokyo night, leaving behind a ruined pharmacy and an utterly defeated Akio, who is left to question his entire formula for friendship and destiny. As emotional moments spring into action. Can a teenager whose rage is rooted in despair ever truly code a path to hope? Or is his dream destined to be annihilated by the violence he just unleashed?

In the mystical depths of a dark jungle, "Zehar-e-Ishq: An Enigmatic Tale of a Naagin and a Werewolf" unfolds an extraordinary love story. Two souls, as different as night and day, are irresistibly drawn together. Jasmine, a bewitching naagin, and Aditya, a powerful werewolf, discover a forbidden love that defies the laws of their worlds. Surrounded by ancient secrets, they navigate a treacherous path where danger and desire become inseparable. Their love story is a thrilling odyssey, where each encounter with the unknown reveals new mysteries. As they face relentless challenges, they discover that, together, they possess a strength that knows no bounds. "Zehar-e-Ishq" is a gripping tale of love and struggles, where their hearts beat as one, and they are willing to defy everything, including destiny itself, for a love that transcends boundaries and brings light to the darkest corners of their world.

Short story

There was no pain. Pain is a biological concept, a warning signal for organisms that can be repaired. What happened to me wasn't an injury; it was a suppression. One moment, I was crossing a rain-slicked street in a city whose name no longer matters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and cheap coffee. The next, reality buckled. It wasn't a truck, or lightning. It was as if the universe had blinked and I were a speck of dust caught in God's eyelid. The blackness that followed wasn't the absence of light. It was a blackness with weight, with texture. A pressurized ocean of nothingness. I don't know how long I floated there, if "time" and "being" were still applicable verbs. Then, the Entity manifested. It had no form. To describe it would be to impose human limitations upon it. It was a consciousness so vast that its mere thought generated gravity. Its voice didn't resonate in my nonexistent ears; It vibrated directly into the core of what remained of my consciousness, like the tolling of a bell the size of a solar system. "A CORRECTION," the Entity said. Its tone wasn't apologetic, but rather a statement of fact. "YOUR THREAD WAS PREMATURELY CUT BY A FLUCTUATION IN MY PACE. A DECIMAL ERROR IN THE COSMIC MATRIX." I was incapable of responding. Fear was too small for this place. "THE LAW OF BALANCE DEMANDS RESTITUTION. YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BROKEN TIMELINE. THE OPTIONS ARE DISSOLUTION INTO THE ETHER OR REINSERTION INTO A NEW FABRIC." Reincarnation. The choice was instinctive, the last desperate cry of life clinging to existence. "SO BE IT. YOU WILL CHOOSE THE STAGE." BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT THE COST FOR THE MISTAKE. THE UNIVERSE YOU ARE GOING TO IS FRAGILE. YOU WILL NEED WEIGHT TO ANCHOR IT. The Entity didn't give me a list of options. It simply instilled the gifts into my essence. And they felt like molten lead was being poured into my soul. First, the Structure. I felt my ghost pattern thicken, becoming impossibly hard. A biology engineered under a dying red sun, meant to drink the radiation of younger stars and convert it into divine power. But with it came weakness: dependence on that light and vulnerability to the radiation of its lost home, a stone that doesn't exist in the universe I am going to... perhaps. Second, the Archive. It was the most painful. It wasn't a data download. It was the opening of a dam. The complete knowledge of a civilization that had transcended matter and energy. Level 10. Equations for creating baby universes, the music of the spheres, the language of creation itself. My human mind screamed under the pressure. It was like trying to contain an entire ocean in a teacup. I would have to learn to filter, to ignore 99.9% of that cosmic noise just so I could think about how to tie my shoes without accidentally triggering a quantum collapse. Third, the Seed. A genetic promise. The absolute certainty of propagation. The guarantee that any union would result in offspring not only viable, but superior. A forced improvement of the species. In the void, this felt cold, clinical. A tool of biological domination. "FATE IS SET," the Entity boomed, its presence beginning to fade, leaving me alone with my new and terrible burden. "YOU WILL BE INSERTED INTO A POINT OF FRICTION. A LINEAGE ALREADY OVERLOADED WITH DESTINY." NOW IT WILL CARRY TWICE THE WEIGHT. The darkness began to spin. I felt an attraction, a dizzying fall toward a distant, cold point of light.

From the ashes of the apocalypse, one group rules the planet. Superheroes fight for the top spot, until they're one day dethroned by one man... Parents Guide: This title is rated 14+ for... Frequent/Mild Violence Infrequent/Intense Violence Frequent/Light Profanity Infrequent/Heavy Profanity Infequent/Light Sexual Content

A young man who has poured his everything into a game gets a massive update and a reset. He must then meet all new friends and allies all while managing his night job. See the journey of Darian as he battles his anxiety along with mystical creatures in a brand new game!

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend