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Earth, 22nd Century The incurable cancer that served as a nightmare for people one century ago is now just a rare but curable disease. With the world’s development, there are now cures for all types of cancer. The Earth is now a planet with no more people suffering from cancer. Except for Zen. Diagnosed with a mutated cancer that was the only one of its kind at an early age, he sank in despair. That was until an opportunity which turned his curse into a blessing presented itself. What power would Zen gain from the disease that plagued him since his childhood? *** The art is not mine, all credits to the original artist.

​"In the heart of Tokyo, a hidden truth is spreading like a malignant 'Cancer' through the veins of the city. Naea is a brilliant surgeon dedicated to saving lives at any cost. Akira is a fearless prosecutor or a secret and desperate agent determined to bring justice to the courtrooms, no matter the risk. ​When their paths cross in a web of medical malpractice and legal conspiracies, they discover a secret that threatens to consume them both. In a world where every smile hides a secret and every truth is a lie, can they stop the disease within before it's too late? ​LOVE. LIES. AND THE DISEASE WITHIN."

Seren Vale has been writing the filthiest and dirtiest poems about a woman she's too chickenshit to name, whenever she's done, she shoves them in a notebook she swore nobody would ever read. The kinda shit you scribble at 3 AM when your brain's fried and your hand's already between your thighs, you know, like that. Then she accidentally submits that notebook to the biggest literary prize in the country instead of her actual manuscript, and by the time she notices, the deadline's gone and her professor has already read every filthy word. Not just any professor though, it's THE Dr. Elise Chen. Who once looked Seren dead in the eye and said "close the door" in a voice so low her whole body just... went somewhere it shouldn't have, and her pulse still throbs thinking about it. So now she's sitting in this woman's seminar twice a week pretending she didn't write three pages about how her lips would feel dragging down her stomach, while she's supposed to be winning a prize that could literally change her life, but Dr. Chen keeps watching her with this "I read what you wrote and we're not discussing it" look, except those dark eyes keep dropping to her mouth and THAT is why Seren can't sleep anymore without her fingers between her legs. Then Julian shows up, you know the type, campus golden boy, stupid grin, he walks into her café holding Seren's favorite poet and says "this seat taken?" like it's nothing, which is weird, but she kinda likes it, because he's warm, easy and he wants her without making her work for it, which is honestly kinda addictive to say the least when the other person in your head won't even say your first name. Julian's got secrets though, the bad ones that could blow up everything she's building, and he knows it, but he's choosing to stand in the shitstorm anyway, which is sorta sexy, maybe? The real problem is Seren's spent twenty-one years convincing herself she doesn't get to want like this. Definitely not women, which is a lie. And now she's got two people who aren't backing off, and she's just... running out of excuses.

After the gods leave the center island, they arrive upon Cancer Island: a cold, broken land of cracked shores, silent forests, drowned hearths, and ancestral stones buried beneath frost. The island does not need conquest. It needs restoration. Ten Norse gods divide the wounded island between them, each shaping a sacred domain from what the old world left behind. Odin raises the high places of memory, where ravens circle above rune-stones and the people learn to keep names from vanishing. Frigg lights the first hearths, teaching families that shelter is a sacred duty. Loki brings movement to the stiff places, filling his domain with riddles, firelight, masks, and useful mischief. Freyja plants beauty into the cold, creating a golden valley of love, longing, art, and desire. Tyr sets law-stones in open fields, where every promise must stand beneath the sky. Thor builds a storm-hardened land of strong roofs, heavy beams, full tables, and thunder-blessed homes. Baldr opens a peaceful domain of clean light, white flowers, calm water, and gentle order. Heimdall raises gates, bridges, and watchtowers, teaching the people the sacred difference between welcome and boundary. Njord restores the harbors, filling the coasts with boats, nets, tide songs, and safe returns. Last, Hel opens the quiet under-halls, where death is not feared, but remembered with dignity. Across one hundred years, Cancer Island becomes a living world of clans, hearths, sea-roads, vows, gardens, halls, ancestors, and sacred daily life. The people do not build armies. They build homes. They do not seek war. They seek belonging. But as each domain reaches fullness, the gods begin to notice a silence beneath the island’s beauty. The houses are warm. The fields are fed. The harbors return their boats. The dead are honored. The children already born are loved. Yet no new life has entered the wombs of the island for five years. At first, each god sees the silence only within their own domain. But as the pattern spreads across memory halls, hearth rooms, love gardens, storm houses, sea docks, and burial stones, Cancer Island begins to feel less like a restored home and more like a cradle waiting for something it cannot summon. And beneath the completed island, something ancient begins to stir.

Five years after marrying my dream girl, her first love came back into the picture. The good news? I won five million dollars. The bad news? I was diagnosed with cancer and didn't have long to live. No chance to enjoy my newfound wealth. In the less than three months I had left, I played the role of the perfect husband and father every single day. But I still lost to her first love, Not only did he steal my wife's heart, but even my daughter wanted to call him 'Dad'. Right up until I left this world. My dream

I used to devote everything to Natalie—working three jobs to put her through school, ignoring my own dreams, enduring a wrecked stomach from skipped meals. But she chose Brandon, driven by ambition and his family’s influence, leaving me heartbroken. I returned to my small hometown, where I met Lucy after saving her from a heart episode on a mountain. She stuck by me when I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, supporting me through surgery and recovery, showing me quiet, steady care I’d never had. When she confessed her love, I realized this was the love I deserved. I asked her to be my mate.

I used to devote everything to Natalie—working three jobs to put her through school, ignoring my own dreams, enduring a wrecked stomach from skipped meals. But she chose Brandon, driven by ambition and his family’s influence, leaving me heartbroken. I returned to my small hometown, where I met Lucy after saving her from a heart episode on a mountain. She stuck by me when I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, supporting me through surgery and recovery, showing me quiet, steady care I’d never had. When she confessed her love, I realized this was the love I deserved. I asked her to be my mate.

For three years, Emerie had been married to Allan, the son of an Alpha. Allan had always believed it was Emerie who drugged him, forcing him into the marriage. Determined to divorce her, he chose to be with her sister Jolene instead. But what he didn’t know was that Emerie was already terminally ill when she left him. When Allan finally uncovered the truth and desperately searched for her—could he still win her back?

I’d chased after my girlfriend for three years before I finally got to lie in the same bed with her. But just as we were about to take that last step, her childhood sweetheart called. Without the slightest hesitation or reluctance, she got up and left. I couldn’t even remember how many times she had thrown me aside for that man. All I knew was that this time, the system declared my strategy a failure. Wracked with the agony of cancer, I reached the end of my life wishing I were dead already. When my illness was finally discovered, Yvonne Sterling completely lost it. She broke down in tears, begging me to take her. I let out a cold laugh. “Sorry,” I said. “I was never actually into you.”

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?"