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#NoCP #PlayingPig (This novel is one of my favorites. I’ve gone back and reread it about 5–6 times now.) Jing Shu has seen the end of the world, and it’s literally a storm of epic proportions, and she’s been given the ultimate do-over: a ten-year rewind. Thrown back in time to just two months before everything goes to hell, she has one mission: to make her apocalypse as comfortable as possible. Forget just surviving. While others are scrambling for canned beans, Jing Shu is building a fortified sanctuary, raising soon-to-be-extinct poultry for gourmet meals, and cultivating a garden of forgotten veggies. Armed with a mysterious evolving cube that grants her a private pocket dimension and a magical spirit spring water, she’s set to ride out the disaster in style. But what’s the point of living like a queen if you can’t enjoy a little revenge? The apocalypse is about to get a serious upgrade in style, and Jing Shu can’t wait for her enemies to see what they’re missing. Let them hear the sizzle of her steak and smell the aroma of her barbecue. Their despair is just the seasoning she needs. In a world where humanity itself is changing, mutating into powerful "New Humans" fused with the chaos, Jing Shu is ready to evolve right along with them. She’s got her cube, her spring, and a plan. The storm is coming, and she has a front-row seat. === English Original Title:《I'm planting a field in the end times》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) Status: Completed --- If you enjoy this translation and want to support me, you can do so by donating or subscribing here: https://patreon.com/rikhi https://ko-fi.com/rikhi -- You can visit my Patreon and subscribe there if you want to see my newest projects. I will still continue uploading the free versions on AO3. As for my other projects that are currently on hiatus, I might return to them someday when I feel motivated again, or if there is a donation and request for a specific project. Since my main Webnovel account has already reached the project limit, I will not be uploading any new stories there. For now, the only places to access my new projects are my Patreon and AO3. Thank you for your support!

“Goblin or not, we all deserve to live in this world” The world is full of wonders, terrors, monsters, and demons, and Blake Heathens must find a way to survive. The slightest mistake will kill him and everything he loves. But having to learn the mysterious Tear of Life, his goal went astray. “I shall revive my family,” He said and at once set off a quest to find this immortal treasure. However, what lies beyond was something he had never expected. The Twelve Kingdoms of Demancian shares the same goal; and what happens next is for you to find out... -The book cover belongs to FJFT-Art https://www.deviantart.com/fjft-art/art/Goblin-archer-551201383

In a world divided between light and darkness, a hero’s fate had twisted into a tale of insatiable desire and forbidden ecstasy. Azariel, the legendary warrior who had slain the Demon King after decades of brutal war, had finally met his end—or so he thought. But instead of the peaceful afterlife he had expected, he awakened in the radiant domain of Sol, the Goddess of the Sun. She had offered him paradise, the chance to ascend as an angel, a reward for his valor. Yet Azariel had known the truth: Sol was no benevolent deity, but a parasite who had orchestrated the endless war to gorge herself on human suffering. Refusing to be her pawn, he had turned to forbidden magic—binding her in an act of defiance and... Well, he used her to graduate from his virginity before truly dying. Yet, death was not the end for Azariel. He awakens again, this time transformed into a Nephalem—a being of both light and darkness, forever altered by the forces he once fought against. Stranded in the fiery depths of Hell, Azariel must navigate his new reality as a succubus, a creature of lust and temptation. With his core shattered and time running out, he embarks on a desperate quest to heal himself through acts of unbridled lust. Will he survive? Can a former hero and a man, now trapped in the body of a succubus, spread his legs and allow others to penetrate the depths of his newfound femininity to the damned? To feed on their life essence and heal his damaged core, because if he can't, his existence will come to a true and final end. ... [Warning: This story contains heavy R-18 sexual content, including heavy gore, BDSM, Fetish , Beastiality; futanari, Incest, kink, breeding, and more. Read at your own risk.] Support: patreon.com/Midnight_Paradox Discord: https://discord.gg/NBqGDtmxnp

Eve didn't ask for any of it. A tragic childhood, the scorn of the villagers, a mother whose body was never found and a stepmother who constantly tried to get rid of her. They said it was her sins weighing down on her. She was an outcast- the filth that no one wanted around them, yet the beauty everyone wished to possess. When the dark creatures attacked their village, Eve was sacrificed. She was after all, her father's murderer. They were only too happy to push her towards the dark abyss. Her life was burning down in front of her. But that was until she met him. Theodore de la Nuit was tired of living under the shadow of his uncle. He wanted the regency to end. He wanted to clean out the court off of the traitors. He wanted his revenge against the vampires- against those leeches that stole his childhood from him. The monsters took everything from him- his parents, the joy of his first shift and the power that should have been his from birth. When his uncle took an interest in a country bumpkin, he knew that the time had come. He had never seen Luke so caught in the web of any woman. For the first time, the man had dared to lower his guards. He wanted to kill her in front of him and initiate the start of his revenge. But that was until he met her. Will the two kill each other before they give themselves a chance, or will the mate bond bind them against all odds?

The fierce and furious werewolf roared in anger, but Dr. Situ showed no fear: "Drag him to the operating table." The dignified and resolute mage, facing death, remained unbowed, and Dr. Situ, expressionless, ordered: "Drag him to the operating table." The elegant and alluring vampire queen, seductively biting her lip, found herself pressed against the operating table by Dr. Situ, who gently smirked, "Trying to escape again, my... wife?" Many years ago, a beautiful red-eyed bat had escaped from his laboratory, causing him to yearn and obsess over her for many years. However, it was the kind of yearning to... keep her all to himself.

The Earth, as once we knew it, has perished. The Final Judgment descended. The moon was reduced to dust. Nations crumbled, swallowed whole by despair. Humanity followed soon after. Most fell, their bodies left rotting. Unlucky ones became twisted into mindless husk, shadows of what they once were. Amidst the ruin stands a young boy who has known nothing but pain, chosen by a being of unfathomable power. Between chaos and madness, Victor must carve his path through a broken world while clinging to the last fragments of his sanity. * Pay attention to my words, you fools ! Bear witness to the rise of Famine ! Behold the power of the Scion of Decay ! Fear the awakening of the Incarnation of Pestilence ! Sing praises to the Apostle of Gluttony ! And pray. Pray for the mercy of the Lord of the Flies.

Chen Ran was reborn, back in 2003. “Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the football manager system.” “Ding, the system has acquired the British Championship team Crystal Palace Football Club as a novice gift package.” Chen Ran, who got a football club at the beginning, was not satisfied. His goals are bigger, It’s not just about running a club, That way the layout is too small. He has already begun to imagine, In the future, children with football talents will be selected from China, and then brought to the football league with the highest level in the world for training, training and competition. Fight for the rise of Chinese football! And the Crystal Palace Club can just do this springboard.

[The Feast vs. The Starvation] Outside the window, the temperature is -70°C. The city is a graveyard of ice. Neighbors who once mocked Alex are now clawing at his steel door, their stomachs digesting their own lining from hunger. Inside the shelter, the fireplace is roaring. Alex sits in his bathrobe, dipping a slice of Fresh A5 Wagyu Beef into a boiling spicy hotpot. He takes a sip of 1982 Château Lafite, burps loudly, and types into the building's Group Chat: "Does anyone have any digestive pills? I ate too much lobster today, my stomach hurts." The Group Chat explodes with the rage of starving people. [Ding! Neighbor's Envy detected. Reward: 1000 Crates of Coke!] [The Hoard - Trillions of Supplies] Reborn three days before the Eternal Freeze, Alex rejected his "Good Guy" persona. With a Trillion-Dollar Credit Line and a [Dimensional Storage], he emptied the world's warehouses. Walmart's entire inventory? Bought. The city's largest grain reserve? Emptied. A frantic arms dealer's entire stock? Stolen. While others fought for a single moldy bread, Alex built a fortress filled with enough supplies to last ten lifetimes. [The Conflict - Ruthless Rejection] "Alex! I'm your fiancée! Open the door, I'm freezing!" Linda screams outside, her eyelashes turning to ice. Alex looks at the surveillance monitor, holding a steaming bucket of KFC. He turns on the intercom and chews loudly: "Sorry, honey. I'd love to let you in, but my dog gets anxious around strangers. Enjoy the snow." In this frozen hell, kindness is death. I have the supplies. I have the power. And I will watch you freeze.

Here lies the story of Mike. Mike was always very stubborn and competitive, he always wanted to be one of the best, especially in his favourite sport, swimming. But luck and talent weren't on his side, he trained and trained all day with all he had, until he could barely even get out of bed, he barely had time to study let alone have a social life. But in the end nothing he did could even compare to people who were naturally gifted. Follow him on his path full of desperation and frustration, and maybe success in the end.

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?"