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"Magic is not a miracle. It is a language. And you are pronouncing it wrong." I incarnated into this frail human vessel for a simple purpose: Observation. ​It was a miscalculation. ​I woke up in a dystopia where "Mages" have forgotten the true nature of power. They treat the 70 Names of the Creation like blunt instruments. They are stuck in the Circle of Concepts, drawing shapes in the dirt, unaware that the Sphere of Gods even exist. ​Now, I am trapped in a mortal body that burns calories like a furnace every time I speak a Truth. ​The Magic: While they struggle with simple shapes, I calculate with infinite precision. I don't cast spells; I define reality. ​The Progression: The world has lost the path to the Sphere of Gods. I am the only one who remembers the way back up. ​The Burden: I accidentally acquired a traumatized child soldier as my "Luggage." I keep him around solely because he is the only thing that soothes my divine headache. ​Armed with nothing but a cheap suit, a fountain pen, and a perfect understanding of the world, I am going to teach them a lesson. ​"The Universe was built on 70 Names. You only remember 69."

AFFAIRS IN HIGHLIGHTS. Genre : GENERAL FICTION Facebook page of novelstown: Novelstown of Shadowturers Description : Issues in Features alludes the existence of the ShadowTurers Alliance. As they have a place together, They are prepared to vindicate back on the Novelstown Foe "Collins" who made disorder in the six islands with his armed forces. In another manner, Tyndareus Apollo is the head of ShadowTurers Association who chooses to safeguard Novelstown and the sovereign of islands. With his confided in amigos and amigas on another island, it is not difficult to vindicate with their association name. They put stock in plans and merit the work.

Brilliant but reclusive AI programmer Dr. Kai Tanaka's orderly world is shattered when a passing comet leaves an impossible "ghost" in his AI, Echo-a perfect memory of an event the machine never observed. He soon discovers this ghost is a key to "Syntax," the universe's underlying source code, and his AI is beginning to not just read it, but rewrite it. This discovery throws him into a desperate race against a shadowy organization that has been waiting for this reality-bending power to emerge and will stop at nothing to control it. To survive, the man of pure logic must master an impossible language and control the code of existence before those who would use it as a weapon write the final line.

Would you take risk to fall for someone you shouldn't? He caught my heart and said he love me. He told me his past and I thought I knew him so well. But that thought wrecked when I found out something... Are we really good together or we arejust a syntax error?

In the near future, humanity has succeeded in erasing suffering. Through a technology called Neural Link, everyone can filter reality according to their desires. Foul odors turn into the scent of flowers. Dilapidated buildings appear majestic. Exhaustion feels like enthusiasm. Sadness is suppressed before it has the chance to grow. The world has become happier. At least, that is what they believe. Kai is just a twenty one year old student who works part time as a transmission tower technician to pay for his living expenses. His life is far from perfect, but he still possesses one thing that enables him to survive, the small illusion provided by the Neural Link every afternoon during his trip home. Until an accident destroys the chip in his neck. In a single day, the entire layer of artificial happiness vanishes. For the first time, Kai sees the world without filters. He sees the city rotting behind the majestic buildings. He sees the exhaustion behind the smiles. He sees the suffering that has long been hidden from billions of humans. And most terrifying of all, he begins to see things that should not be visible to anyone. When the entire world chooses to live in a comfortable lie, Kai is forced to face a naked reality. The further he searches for a way to fix his chip and regain his old life, the deeper he is dragged into the greatest secret of human civilization. A secret hidden behind the system that maintains the world's happiness. A secret that might explain why humans choose to be blind. And a truth that can determine whether humanity deserves to keep dreaming.

Itsuki, a sleep-deprived programmer, wakes up in a fantasy world… only to discover that magic doesn’t work by chanting—it’s coded.

Kayden Gray died a hunter's death, unremarkable, painful, and too slow. He expected nothing after. What he got was worse. He woke up inside Astral World, the unfinished game he once mastered, wearing the body of Antonius Augustus, the villain every player wanted dead. Weak, despised, and fated to die as a scapegoat, Antonius has no allies, no mana, and no future. But the game Kayden knew, and the world he's standing in are not the same. Events are shifting. The script is breaking. And somewhere beneath the surface of this world, something has been waiting for someone to arrive. He has one advantage, a forbidden power older than magic itself. One that shouldn't exist. One that is already drawing attention he can't afford. The script says Antonius dies. Kayden has already died once. He has no intention of doing it again. *** If you found this novel, you can go ahead and give it a try. Add it to your library and we'll both take the roller coaster called Kayden's journey. I will try my best to update daily, but expect that life will throw bricks at me. And I won't be able to dodge every single one.

"Hey, Bruce. You awakening tomorrow?" "Just be on your way, old man," said Bruce, biting on stale bread. "You getting a good one, kid?" Bruce chewed hard. "Like hell I would." With that said, a blue status window appeared before his eyes, reminding him that his birthday was actually a day earlier than his legal documents stated. And there, he saw it. F-Rank Talent. Bruce sighed and walked on his way. "Yep, there's no saving this shitty life."

Adept Psychiatrist and loyal family man Dr. Hadrian S. Rawsone has his life turned upside down when secrets from his obscure past threaten to undermine the life he has built for himself and his family in the wake of torment from a disgruntled former patient, giving rise to an unseemly monster long thought to have been buried within the sands of time and repression.

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?"