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Chart traveled to the world of sword and magic. At the opening ceremony of the campaign for the bright emperor, the holy son of the bright sect was defeated. The cardinal wanted to kill me? What the fuck was he thinking. Just because I didn't make any contribution? Fortunately, I had awakened the system of the game life, and the opening rewards were the purification tree and the purification fruit. A fruit of purification could cure all small diseases. A tree of purification could produce countless purifying fruits. People in Alvin City were crazy, and the divine continent was crazy. Since then, everyone in the world knew that this was a Pope named Chart in the bright sect. They could only believe Pope Chart in the future. With the reward of a system of the game life. One was the major treatment, and the other was the trial of holy light. One was a bright dragon riding, and the other was a holy light sword. With the appearance of countless holy light skills, the bright sect went crazy. How could our new Pope know all these secret skills destroyed by the dark sect? The other two men knelt immediately. How to compare with him? He had already taken out his secret skills. The patriarch in red, the king of the Grand, and all the people in different worlds were crazy. He had to make the statues of Pope Chart spread everywhere, and from now on, they would only trust him.

*** My health has been very poor this year alongside loosing my mother-in-law and cat so I'm sorry but this will be rewritten and finished when I'm well, I'm doing it all offline in my rare creative moments, hopefully with a more mature touch *** [WARNING: Mature Themes (smut, violence, murder, suicide, domestic violence, etc.)] --------- Waking up naked and alone with a murderer, without a single memory, she relies on System to understand her existence in another person's body. --------- Still don't know if you should read me? Here's a quick breakdown to help you make up your mind if this novel is right for you: This is my own twist on the QuickTransmigration System genre, giving it a more 'spiritual' twist. It explores sensitive themes throughout each arc and I will do my best to give trigger warnings at the start of chapters containing them. It is written in the first person and revolves around a female lead (FL). This is a weak-to-strong novel, she will have heavy flaws and make repeated mistakes and seem generally weak at the start, bear with her as she grows. Romance is a heavy theme within the story that contains a lot of smut, with more than one character. However, there is only one male lead in the end. The story is less about fluffy romance, instead, it's a journey of growth and self-discovery, revolving around the main storyline. Although, each Arc will have its own separate storyline that will have an impact on the main storyline with both new and reoccurring characters (so skipping arcs is not advised). I have currently written the rough drafts for four arcs at the point of writing this: 1. Ghosts & Guns 2. How do you keep a child alive in the Zombie Apocalypse? 3. Abducted by Aliens 4. Freed by the Fae Folk 5. .... --------- --------- Cover Art made by myself, using nightcafe AI Art, check out my page, I'm attempting to make novel art and character art for each arc: https://creator.nightcafe.studio/u/Raychbunni

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live. “Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?” “I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.” Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips. The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband. She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife. “Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.” “A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.” But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.” Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.” Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago. But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”

A world of mist, lies, and sleeping gods. --- In Sven, borders don't exist. Cultures mingle, eras overlap—Victorian carriages stand alongside glass skyscrapers. A magnificent world. A world that lies. For beneath this facade of harmony, creatures lurk. Hereditary powers, the Chernobyls, are passed down from generation to generation. But these powers are divine prisons—limits imposed by a god who doesn't want humans to believe themselves superior. And above it all, 88 constellations sleep in the sky. One day, they will awaken. And on that day, humanity may well descend into madness. --- Welcome to Sven. Praise be to the Creator.

"In this life, I will find the meaning of my existence!" - Dawn Dawn was bedridden since young, unable to move his body. Because of his disability, everyone treated him with disdain. However, he wasn't much affected, but when his parents also forgot about him, he was filled with anger. He wanted to question God about why he was given such a miserable fate. Finally, his life came to an abrupt end. Strangely, however, that wasn't the end for him—he awakened in a strange new world that might allow him to find the answers that he desperately sought. To his surprise, the new world was no different than the old. On the very first day, he was sent to a strange dimension known as the Eternal battlefield. But thankfully, he was fortunate enough to awaken the 'Superhero Class.' This class changed everything. With the help of these skills, he grew stronger at an insane speed and became powerful enough to find god and ask them the reason for his existence. Why does he exist? Why does this world exist? Why did he live such a miserable life? Nothing could stop him from finding the answers to these questions—no young master, no super villainess, not even reality itself. ....... discords -https://discord.gg/egZYREvZbD

This is the story of a kid who was born weak, and who endured many hardships. Despite everything, after all the pain and struggle, the world eventually came to recognize his existence. But this isn't just the story of a kid who became powerful enough to face the world—it’s the story of a soul who always questioned his place in it. He questioned life, death, and meaning itself. And in his search, he discovered something that others couldn’t. He was someone who challenged even his own thoughts. A forgotten life, a questioning soul—that’s what brought this world salvation.

This is the first time I write a novel in English. I’m just a historical nerd wanting to create a beautiful story. It’ll be great if you guys can tell me about my grammatical mistakes ******** This is the story of a modern man reincarnated into a medieval, fictional, and fantasy world. Although he is a cripple, he has some special power that can help him to develop his land and hammer his legend into history. I’m inspired by the legendary tale of Ivar the Boneless. =.= Enjoy! My discord server: https://discord.gg/wqVVfeDr

Michael Clintock knew his father was something else, but nothing prepared him for what he walked into when he was called to his father's office for what he thought was a typical business meeting. And what he found made him furious. A shy, half-Chinese, woman by the name of Eden Li, who had put herself up on a mail order bride website when she had no other options and no where else to turn. She thinks Michael is just like all the other men she has come across who have stereotyped her. But little does she know, he is actually nothing like them and he might be her ticket to freedom. Warnings: sexual content, sensitive, mentions of racial stereotypes, mentions of rape and sexual abuse. Age Suggestion: 18+ Take My Wings: A Mail Order Bride Novel with a Deeper Meaning is created by Minette Enfers, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Matías Castleboard was the last shield of a doomed humanity. Born in an era where death was law, he learned too soon that innocence never survives war. He was a soldier, a hero… and a murderer. He died seeking peace, yet his soul found no rest. Reborn as Kael Lanpar, heir to one of the most powerful clans in the continent of Mayora, he now lives in a world of ancient magic, forgotten races, mythical creatures, and gods who play with the threads of fate. But the past never truly dies. The scars of his former life bleed into this one, and with every memory that awakens, Kael is dragged deeper into a question few could bear to face: Can a second life offer redemption… or only more damnation? Because some truths should never be known. And as Kael uncovers the mysteries of this world —and of himself— he will learn that knowledge does not always set you free. Sometimes, it destroys you. At the end of his path, no enemy awaits him… Only something far more terrifying: a consciousness that sees everything— and a truth that can never be unlearned. A dark, introspective fantasy about second chances, wounds that transcend lifetimes, and the price of understanding too much. Perfect for readers who seek not just battles… but meaning.

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?"