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The Sage Rat and Its Unique Journeys with Encyclopedia Ball.

What does an internet troll do when the world turns into the most unplayable horror game in history? Astrad, a professional “rat kid,” finds out when the apocalypse cuts his internet connection and forces him out of his room. To his surprise, all those “wasted” hours on monster forums and wikis are now the only guide to not ending up as lunch for an abomination with way too many teeth. Forced out of his cave, Astrad isn’t looking to save humanity—only himself and his dog. However, fate and his own twisted pragmatism push him into leading a group of survivors as dysfunctional as he is. Armed with a pellet rifle, lethal sarcasm, and a journal full of monster weaknesses, he’ll have to navigate an apocalypse where the greatest threat doesn’t always come with claws and fangs—sometimes it hides in human stupidity. To survive, they won’t need a hero. They’ll need a bastard with a plan.

Aaron Smith encounters a weeping lady by the bridge and tries to help her, thinking she might be attempting suicide. Instead, she turns out to be a ghost that kills him with a heart attack. Now his soul has been transferred into a rat within a dungeon. Can this man survive the ordeal, or will he become mere nourishment for novice adventurers? [Note: Unfortunately, I won't be able to complete this story. Please feel free to drop it.]

Rat lives a life of violence and crime, his only companions are the other street urchins that share his misfortune. After being betrayed by those closest to him, his new life begins after waking up on his funeral Thumal.

Pour toi, coeur de poète avec une âme de pirate et un esprit vagabond. Je t'invite a voyager avec moi, contempler l'univers, l'inconscient et leurs secrets.(fic) Suis sur facebook en open source, Dav Bin, vu que le compte est passé en creation digitale, viendez. pas.

The weight of guilt left him drowning. But sometimes you have to reach the bottom before you can come up for air. Castin is a man hollowed by loss, sleepwalking through the wreckage of his life. When grief finally drags him under, he doesn’t expect to make it back up. And yet, he does. But not to where he began. Surrounded by strangers who speak in half-truths and wear their trauma like armor, Castin is thrust into a world where survival depends on silence, and trust is in short supply. The deeper he’s pulled into this place, the more he realizes his pain didn’t bring him here by accident. It brought him here for a reason. Now, Castin must walk a reality that mirrors his own fractured soul, where the only way out may be to navigate through the very guilt The thought would destroy him. This is a prequel novel to my book "The Acer Chronicles: Liberation's End"

Oliver was born unwanted thought of as a nuisance by his gambler parents. They treated him like trash saying he's a waste of space and his skill [rat-master] is useless. However Oliver will do everything in his power to prove them wrong and show he can become a strong hunter just like everyone else

In the slums of the Ashen Moors, Roen is a "thread-blind" nobody just trying to survive the next debt collector. But when a dying soldier thrusts a legendary artifact into his hands, Roen is catapulted from the gutters into a pan-continental conspiracy. He isn't just another street rat; he is the "Child of War," the only being capable of wielding the primordial Gray Weave. Hunted by the Valdorian Empire's elite Weavers and a fanatical cult seeking to rewrite reality, Roen must flee across a magic-warped wasteland. With a hammer-wielding survivor by his side and an ancient power awakening in his veins, he must master the threads of fate before the Architect completes the Great Binding-a ritual that will strip the world of its free will. In a game played by gods and sovereigns, the most dangerous variable is the one they never saw coming.

from a powerful warlock a man on the path to become a patron. now rat bleeding out in a cave. my soul may be Werk now but with my memories of my past with my old patron and Ark I will grow one again .... what my Ark {system) is broken, and I can't make a pack with my old patron...... ok new patron new start and new body wait ...... I'm female and rat uncomfortable but I can adapt..

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?"