clean anchor

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool). TW: Trauma, survival’s guilt, and violence

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In the 15th year of Lolan’s independence, Luo En transmigrated to this world. But because his system needed six months to load, he had to make use of his own know-how to open a bar in the city and use the bar to familiarize himself with this new universe he was in. But the location of the bar was poor, so the only customer he had was a man named Charles. This man was a very strange one who enjoyed asking Luo En about the country. He would ask about matters concerning the military, the people, and any other topic that would have seemed potentially treasonous. “What sort of person do you think the current king of Lolan is?” “Which side do you think is more likely to win the war between Lolan and Waoh?” “Which of the king’s sons do you think is most suitable to be the next king?” Charles’ questions were always so bold. Luo En was always on the verge of rolling his eyes. As a top student of the 21st century who was well versed in military matters and history, these brainless questions were an insult to his intelligence. But since Charles always spent so much money here, he decided to just answer some of Charles’ questions. “The current king of Lolan is a good king who’s hard to come by. His legacy will definitely go down in history!” “Before him, Lolan was a divided nation where the aristocrats took control of everything, oppressing the people and making their lives difficult. White Horse City and Sunset City were filled with poor and hungry people, even selling their children to make ends meet and eating absolutely anything they could find. It was such a tragedy.” “Thankfully, the current king united the country and gave the people a peaceful and stable environment to live in. At the same time, he set new laws to help the people come out of their post-war poverty…” “So, I think the current king is a truly wise man, a good king who comes once every millennium!” After hearing these words, the king in disguise at the bar felt his heart palpitate. “You know me the best!”

Cultivation world Tianji door to the evening when the ascension by the thunderbolt was split to the modern world, possessed in a small eighteen line paste curry to the evening body.Paste curry to the night to mix with the entertainment industry for many years has always been a small transparent, in the female N number ranks in the soy sauce, the brokerage company to see its lack of economic value let her go to accompany the wine, resistance to the company after the whole network blocked.The money saved over the years has also been mum to her brother to buy a large set of three houses in A City, allowing the original owner to suffer, and eventually broke down and swallowed sleeping pills to commit suicide.When the palm to the night to take over the body of the paste curry to the night, doomed to this world because she boiled.A fortune-telling and divining account called Zhuang Zhou Meng Die quickly became popular on the raccoon live broadcasting platform, and the anchor dresses in an ancient style to cover her face with a veil, but the fortune-telling is accurate!

All credit goes to the author and the editors , i am merely a fan and just want to share this awesome story . Introduction: Su Yang was bound to a ‘Slag Shou Redemption System’. Every world he entered as a Slag Shou who has been spurned by the Gong. In order to return home as soon as possible, he began the cautious journey of strategizing to take down the gongs who no longer love him. Later, he discovered that these mission targets who were supposed to have normal attributes were all freaking abnormal! In the face of this rabid bunch of bigshots, Su Yang was forced down the road of ‘You abuse my body, I abuse your heart, after all the abusing is done, I make a run for it’. ╮(╯▽╰)╭ This story is also known as: “I say I’m not a slag shou, do you believe me?” “The days of being a scapegoat in different worlds.” “One word out of line will trigger Hell mode.” Tentative Worlds: The President’s Unfaithful Lover The Wángye’s Runaway Fiancée The Crime Lord’s Undercover Boyfriend The Ghost King’s Cold Scholar The Emperor’s Trusted Eunuch The Marshal’s Adopted Omega Son The Lord of the Apocalypse’s Zombie Lover Only available till Arc 3 ............. NOT MY STORY!! JUST UPLOADED FOR FUN !! SUPPORT ORIGINAL TRANSLATORS AND AUTHOR !! TRANSLATOR - https://deepdreamtranlations.home.blog/the-strategy-of-washing-clean-a-slag-shou/#:~:text=Introduction%EF%BC%9A,who%20no%20longer%20love%20him.

Miyu Arashira transmigrates into the Murim world as a sleepy 9-year-old with a system that activates whenever she gets annoyed. One problem: She absolutely hates dirt. Her cleaning skill purifies forbidden zones. Her sleepwalking destroys sects. Her creation skill turns manga techniques into god-tier arts. Her upgrade skill converts trash into divine weapons. After accidentally falling into the weakest sect, they immediately worship her as their Supreme Ancestor. Miyu just wants a clean bed. But the Murim world thinks she’s a celestial being who can erase heavens when irritated. Thus begins the rise of a tiny, lazy, OP loli who terrifies immortals… without even knowing why.

Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage or announce itself. It simply waits at the edge of everything, patient and absolute, whispering one promise to every crack in reality it finds. Entropy. Silence. Nothingness. For centuries the Temporal Lattice has kept it locked away. But the Lattice is fracturing. And every Rift pulse Kronos Maw unleashes loosens another thread. Every world he destroys opens another crack. He believes he is using the Void as a weapon. He doesn't understand that the Void is using him. Across the multiverse others are stirring. A wind-singer on a floating citadel of crystal spires whose songs travel through cracks in reality. A stone-skinned guardian on a desert world where sand itself is frozen in time. Ancient Weavers watching from a pocket dimension outside of time entirely. Warriors from rift-scarred worlds carrying powers forged from broken timelines. All of them feeling the same fractures. All of them sending the same desperate signal. Hold the line. On Earth Alex's only allies are a sharp-eyed tech genius with fourteen pages of notes, a former bully with a blade forged from broken time, and a four hundred year old guardian who has been waiting specifically for him. Together they are the first defense between New Lagos and oblivion. Between Earth and the unraveling of everything. Two threats. One is coming for him. The other is coming for everything. Some legacies skip generations. Some wait four hundred years. Alex's just arrived. And the question isn't whether he's ready. The question is whether ready even matters anymore. The lattice is fracturing. The tyrant is coming. The Void is whispering. And a boy from New Lagos is all that stands between existence and the hungry silence at the edge of time. The war for time itself begins here. Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage

24 year old Jossy has spent the last two years trapped in a marriage that is slowly breaking her spirit. To the world, her husband Damien is charming, successful, and deeply devoted, but behind closed doors, he’s a monster. He is controlling, violent, and unpredictable. One night, he goes too far. Terrified and desperate, Jossy reaches out to the only person she trusts: Noah, Damien’s former best friend, and the man who has secretly loved and supported her. What follows is a harrowing journey through hospitals, police investigations, and painful steps toward freedom. As the truth of her marriage unravels in public, Jossy needs courage to; face the powerful man who has been abusing her, rebuild her life, and open her heart to loving again.

After becoming the Lord of Green Shade Territory, more and more uninvited guests came to Lian's territory. The cold and stunningly beautiful Ice Witch, the profoundly fragile Terminal Illness Girl, the charming and amorous widow, the Tsundere and aloof 'flower on a high peak', the daughter of a Duke whose wealth could rival a nation, the Stunning Beauty who is a Princess of the Fallen Kingdom, the yandere and black-bellied Pirate Queen… They actually went behind his back and secretly formed an "Entry Mutual Aid Association"! And Lian, who possesses the [Cleaning Entry] ability, is the only employee! Seeing their increasingly fanatical gazes, Lian felt a chill in his heart and decided to take the twin Maids and flee overnight……

Sebagai seseorang yang terbiasa hidup sendiri, aku tidak pernah berharap ada yang memahamiku. Di duniaku yang abu-abu, hanya ada aku dan sebuah buku yang menyimpan semua rahasia yang tak pernah kuucapkan. Namun ketika buku itu jatuh ke tangan seseorang, duniaku perlahan berubah. Ia adalah seseorang yang tidak banyak bicara, namun entah bagaimana selalu tahu apa yang tidak pernah ingin kukatakan. Dan untuk pertama kalinya, aku mulai takut—bukan akan kesepian, tapi akan kehilangan seseorang yang mungkin… benar-benar melihatku. “Jika aku mengungkapkan isi hatiku… apa kau tetap akan bersamaku?” — Aira “Menangislah kalau kau ingin. Aku akan tetap di sini.” — Rei