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Synopsis Max Chen died the way he lived: surrounded by novels and empty energy drink cans. A heart attack at twenty-nine. Pathetic. But also—liberating? Because when he wakes up, he's not in a hospital. He's in a silk robe. On a golden throne. As the tyrannical emperor from the last novel he was reading, I Will Divorce My Tyrant Husband. Finally. A life of luxury, cuddly wives, and zero student loans. Then the system screams. Turns out, reading seven novels at the same time breaks reality. Those seven worlds have merged. The history has been rewritten. And Max now has: · Five wives from five different genres (one wants a divorce, one wants to conquer his empire, one thinks he'll kill her children, one has given up on life, and one just wants him dead). · Six children with overpowered protagonist tropes (patricide prince, regressed twin, lazy swordmaster, reincarnated elf, cursed seer, and a villainess daughter who's sharpening her knives). · Seven apocalypses happening simultaneously (gates, demons, droughts, political assassinations, regression paradoxes, dark prophecies, and one corrupted world fragment that even the system fears). His mission? Survive breakfast. Keep his family from killing him. Build an empire from the ashes of seven broken stories. And somehow convince everyone that he's not a tyrant—just a sleep-deprived novel addict who really, really wants a nap. The problem? Every time he tries to do something nice, his family assumes it's a trap. Every time he solves a crisis, his favorability drops before it rises. And every time he hides behind a rock during a boss fight, his S-rank hunter wife adds another entry to her "Reasons to Divorce" list. The world is ending. His family is chaotic. His system is sarcastic. And Max is absolutely, completely, catastrophically unqualified. Will he survive long enough to build a kingdom? Will his children ever stop planning his assassination? And most importantly—will anyone at the breakfast table pass him the damn salt? Find out in this hilarious, heartwarming, and utterly insane kingdom-building comedy where the real monster isn't the demon lord... It's family dinner. ---

William Foxtrot died on a car accident, and wakes up in a different world. The world he reincarnated in is a world dominated by guilds. A mysterious pouch of bag and a message asking him to save the world leads him to creating his own guild. Though no one wanted to join him. When anything seems bleak for his future, a door suddenly appeared on his guild. It only leads him to a wall but it have the mysterious capability to connect to other worlds, where only those from the other world can get in and out. The people that appears on this door are all those who he knew from his past life. They came from some popular games that he likes to play. Join him as he recruits all the girls from the different worlds, and become the strongest guild in this world. They might save the world and destroy conspiracies along the way. (This story is a copy of my fanfiction. I just turned this into an original one. The game characters that he will get are all made up, and are nonexistent on our media. They mostly referenced some other games, but they are not characters from a known game in our world. So don't bother to search for them. Any organization or person here are purely fictional. Any resemblance are coincidental or unintentional.)

"Do you know that (Kowtow to this daddy) gang members are immortal?" Huh? "What are you saying" "You don't know whenever their members die they again come back to life and start killing the enemies. The whole martial world is afraid of them. It is said that you can offend the emperor but you should definitely not offend the ( Kowtow to this daddy) gang Especially their Gang leader Their boss"

Aryadilah Maheswara, pria berusia 17 tahun dengan sifatnya yang sangat cuek kepada orang lain.

Hahahahahaha, courting death

See the tittle? yeah.. it's that kind of cringe, so yeah, continue scrolling, your welcome.

Sir, I am a son of a middle-class family, we are 7 members of the family, the family is running very hard, if you could help me, it would be great

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?"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"