penguin logistics

Jiang Wei was an exhausted New York product tech until a black-haired woman touched him in an alley and turned him into an emperor penguin. [Penguin Evolution System initialized.] Now he earns Evolution Points by surviving what his human body never could. Pressure Heart. Countercurrent Sense. Abyssal routes. Rookery bonds. Every upgrade makes him stronger, stranger, and less certain that becoming human again is the right goal. Aylin, a princess from a world being eaten by Yokai, needs Jiang to cross worlds and break their hidden soul cores. She also failed three candidates before him, and one may still be alive. To save two worlds, Jiang must dive through haunted oceans, build a colony, survive warped history, and evolve from one furious penguin into something even gods cannot classify. The system calls him incomplete. The rookery calls him stranger. Soon, entire worlds will call him Emperor.

The world may have ended, but the logistics center still operates—within my very own dimensional subspace.

Elena wakes up on a cold stone floor, coughing up black poison. That is bad enough. Learning she has taken over the body of a disgraced duchess set for execution is even worse. In her past life, Elena managed massive shipping operations and supply lines. She knows how to move freight, manage workers, and fix broken systems. To save her neck, she makes a deal with the imperial court. She gives up her claim to the rich southern estates and asks for exile to the Aster territory instead. It is a frozen northern wasteland filled with abandoned mines, deep snow, and starving miners. The corrupt southern nobles laugh and sign her exile order. They think the winter will finish the job the poison started. They are wrong. In the freezing mud of the north, Elena teams up with Arthur Pendelton, a quiet exiled general who hates noble politics. Together, they start building something this world has never seen before: a heavy iron railway powered by raw mana. Track by track, Elena sets out to break the southern trade guilds' tight grip on food and power. The guilds own the roads, the food stores, and the royal permits. But Elena is about to show them what happens when an unstoppable iron train runs straight through a corrupt system.

What if a penguin was born with a system? He would definitely be a penguin, right? Why wouldn't he be? First time writing just trying it out so I'll make a short story about a penguin. English native PAt/demonkingb

When Tomoaki Arakawa loses his comfortable office job in Tokyo, he takes a night shift position at Hoshino Logistics, a quiet warehouse near the docks that promises steady pay and little stress. But from the very first night, he realizes something is off — the strange electrical hum that never stops, the flickering lights, the boxes that disappear from his logs. Every coworker seems to know something he doesn’t. They avoid certain aisles, whisper about “Section F,” and refuse to answer his questions. When Takeru witnesses something moving among the shelves — something that shouldn’t exist in this world — he begins to uncover the warehouse’s buried history. As nights pass, the boundary between his human world and something other begins to dissolve. The security cameras catch shadows that aren’t there, shipments arrive with no senders, and old employee logs mention names of workers who never officially existed. But quitting isn’t an option. Because once you start the night shift at Hoshino Logistics… you don’t clock out.

"Li Wei is betrayed by his best friend, his soul is sent to a remote corner of the Immortal Planet, betrayed and transformed into a penguin. Li Wei embarks on a mission to become the strongest and kill Ye Chen." Author's note, it is important to read: "In this story, the characters who are part of the harem will only feel physical and emotional attraction towards the Protagonist, not towards anyone else, no other member of the harem."

Song Wen turned into an emperor penguin cub and almost died of freezing in the ice and snow. His mother penguin did not come back on time, and his father also went out to sea with the large group before his fluff grew. Song Wen was cold and hungry. He had no choice but to find a way to find food on his own. He found an egg that was as big as him, and before he could find a way to eat it, a fluffy... little yellow chicken emerged from the egg? Looking at the fluffy self, and then at the fluffy little yellow chicken, Song Wen could only find another way to eat, and then he regretted it, the weak chicken ate too much, and still stuck to him If he didn't let go, he finally became someone who wanted to talk to him!!!! It's not that he found food, its because he has an ancestor. In order not to starve to death, Song Wen can only find a way to save himself or create a tribe in this wretched place. The story of Song Wen and his little birdman struggling to survive in a wild and different world will probably have infrastructure content] [Traveling through the emperor penguin is attacked by x ruthless people, foodies, and violent birdmen] ---------------------------------------------> This is not my novel I just wanted to translate this real quick (~o~) Nobody wanted to pick this up! That's why.. whoo... [I post... Whenever I feel like it... Idk... I'm horrible with time] Author- Murong Libai [if wanted to be taken down, I will I don't know how to contact you to ask you sorry The translation goes to me, the story goes to murong ling

In a world where awakened "Hunters" battle interdimensional rifts for fame and fortune, Cedric Ashford is considered a failure. Born with a rare necromancy class, his power is deemed useless—corpses are too weak, too slow, and far too illegal to use in a modern society strictly governed by the Hunter Association's laws. Blacklisted from every major guild in London, he scrapes by on the meager earnings of D-rank missions, just enough to pay the rent on his dying apartment outside Manchester. Everything changes when an S-rank rift disaster opens in the heart of Berlin, unleashing an endless tide of abyssal creatures that devour the city within hours. As the world's strongest hunters from New York, Seoul, and Tokyo rush in to contain the catastrophe, they fail. The sheer logistics of transporting food, ammunition, weapons, and mana crystals through monster-infested blockades become impossible. The allied hunter forces, trapped and starving behind enemy lines, teeter on the brink of total annihilation. In desperation, Cedric makes a radical decision. He does not raise warriors—he raises a legion of dead animals, horses, and winged creatures. He builds an undead supply chain that never tires, never fears, and never dies. While the elite hunters fight, Cedric delivers. He hauls crates of rations into collapsed skyscrapers atop skeletal griffins. He smuggles medical supplies through ruined tunnels using reanimated moles the size of trucks. Quietly, he builds a logistics empire made entirely of the dead. But the world's governments and the Hunter Association do not see a savior. What they see is a threat—a man who commands an army that grows with every fallen monster, a man whose supply lines could strangle the global economy if he wished, and a man who is silently becoming the most powerful individual on the planet without throwing a single punch. Amidst the ruins of Berlin, behind the curtain of war, Cedric Ashford is no longer a failed hunter. He is now the man who owns the only working supply chain in hell. And when the world realizes it can no longer win without him, the question that remains is not whether he is a hero or a villain, but this: How much are they willing to pay for his service? The answer? Everything.

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?"