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From a green young girl to a wealthy young wife, he loved her and doted on her to the point of making others go green with envy! Mr. Bo: Learning karate to protect you! Running marathons to accompany you shopping! Standing at attention for when I mess up in the future, no matter how you scold or hit me, I can only obediently stand! Undergoing physical training to provide all-round services! Training my abdominal muscles because I want to carry you for a lifetime, shielding you from the wind and rain! And learning more cooking skills to accompany you as you taste all the delicacies of the world... Li Qiyu, I love you. Make good use of your privileges! *Check out my other two books "Rejecting the Wealthy Marriage: The Young Madam's 99 Escapes" and "The Arrogant CEO: Hello!"*

Luo Xun had survived ten years of the zombie apocalypse—not by becoming a badass warrior, but by doing what any true otaku would: hoarding supplies, avoiding people, and absolutely refusing to eat canned peaches. Then he dies. But instead of staying dead, he respawns three months before the apocalypse begins. Armed with a decade’s worth of doomsday knowledge (and anime logic), Luo Xun sets out to prepare for the end of the world—otaku style. --------------- His plan: Buy all the instant noodles. Stockpile solar-powered gadgets. Build the ultimate apocalypse man cave. Avoid drama. But in reality: He ends up rescuing a gorgeous architect named Yan Fei, who looks like he should be sipping lattes in a Paris café, not laying bricks and hoisting steel beams like a tank in tight jeans. Luo Xun’s reaction? [“He’s too pretty. He must be useless. Definitely can’t cook.”] Spoiler: Yan Fei *can* cook. And flirt. And install solar panels. Together, the two build the chillest stronghold in the zombie world, complete with hydroponic gardens, renewable energy, and occasional relationship bickering that sounds like: [“You bought *another* solar oven? Where will we even put it?” “Next to the anime figures. Priorities, okay?”] Despite the horror setting, this novel delivers deadpan humor, wholesome survival strategies, and a romance so domestic it could be sponsored by IKEA. It's the apocalypse—but make it cozy. Alternative Title: The Reborn Otaku’s Code of Practice for the Apocalypse #NOT MINE

Aris wakes in the Silent Cathedral, a liminal "Zone" of endless marble hallways and gray rain that tastes like mercury. He quickly realizes this world is not a fantasy playground; it is a Living Malice that seeks to "digest" anything that doesn't belong. To stay alive, Aris discovers he can weave "Silver Threads" from the world’s own hostility, using them to construct a body, tools, and eventually, a sanctuary.

Akazuchi is a depressed, isolated thirteen-year-old coder whose world is defined by cold, rigid logic—the only safe formula he can trust. He is an intentional outsider, his silence and bad outlook acting as a desperate shield against the world that rejected his dreams. His deepest conviction is that code is the key to true imagination, capable of freeing people from the "shells of everyday society" and bringing them genuine smiles. But the relentless bullying at school has branded him a "Logic Loser" and forced his parents into financial strain, leading Akazuchi to believe he is the "bug" that corrupts his family’s peace. His dream is fragile, held together only by his battered coding laptop. When his tormentors at Seiho High threaten to shatter that last connection, his self-control snaps. A storm forces Akazuchi into the quiet, pristine refuge of the Hukitaske Pharmacy, where he meets Akio Hukitaske. Akio, the blue-haired pharmacist, sees Akazuchi not as a victim,but as a friend. This quiet consistency is the first kindness Akazuchi can’t logically push away. But Akio’s calm, clinical dissection of Akazuchi’s trauma—only fuels the coder's immense, internalized rage. When the bullies breach the pharmacy's sanctuary, Akazuchi’s fury explodes. He unleashes the terrifying precision of his coder’s knowledge, weaponizing his surroundings and his weak body to brutally overpower his tormentors. Driven by a furious, primal will, Akazuchi crosses a terrifying line, forcing Akio to physically intervene to prevent a murder. In the ensuing, heartbroken confrontation, Akio confesses his guilt for letting Akazuchi fight, revealing his own burden of responsibility. Akazuchi, cornered and raw, screams his final defiance: that Akio has no right to fix him, no right to be the hero, because he doesn't understand true, illogical suffering. Akazuchi flees into the rainy Tokyo night, leaving behind a ruined pharmacy and an utterly defeated Akio, who is left to question his entire formula for friendship and destiny. As emotional moments spring into action. Can a teenager whose rage is rooted in despair ever truly code a path to hope? Or is his dream destined to be annihilated by the violence he just unleashed?

Random Cannon Fodder- "Oi, wanna die" Mc- "..." Random Cannon Fodder- *punch* Mc- "No." Random CF- *dies immediately* --------- One day a strange boy gets transferred into Cube, the most prominent high school in the country, during the middle of the school year. He has a very strange personality and seems somewhat strange. Intrigued by this boy, Yoo Yeonha follows him after class. She soon finds out that he has a dark secret.

Fate to some, Destiny to others, a being with various names, one and the same, the one who controls the path of the universe. When they first came into power, all they saw was chaos. Everything in disarray, so they sought order, and they found that very order through absolute control. A thread that trapped the chaos and seemed to mold the universe into order. Everything was predetermined, everything was fixed and because of all that everything was in balance. No one could go against their fate, those who have tried were cut from the tapestry of the universe, those who survived despite trying became an example of what it meant to tempt fate. Fate was vicious, fate was unkind and fate was absolute. Or so it was thought... ------------- He had played the game and was the last one left. Despite not being the strongest he was the one who survived the cataclysm. He finally finished this decrepit game but, at what cost. Fate stood in front of him. “Congratulations you have survived, unfortunately due to a lack of survivors your world will now be terminated”. Breathing in heavily, as the scent of blood filled the air, his armor shattered, his left arm limp, his body lacerated by thousands of slashes, he stood on a mountain of corpses. His friends, family, allies all but a distant memory. As he stood there barely clinging on to life he stared at fate and destiny into their eyes, hatred, pain, agony, lost, loneliness, every emotion flickered through his eyes till he displayed one final one ‘acceptance’. “NO!” “NO!” “I REFUSE TO DIE HERE, I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS FATE, THIS DESTINY. I WILL LIVE, I WILL SURVIVE, AND I WILL HUNT EVERY LAST ONE YOU DOWN! DO YOU HEAR ME!” A primal scream echoed through the wastelands that was once earth, as his vision faded to black. Not before a resounding SNAP echoed through the broken world.

A man who was cursed by the sun god has to live with his abnormalities will he persevere?

Years after Asher got banished from his own elven Homeland to earth, he knew he was screwed when he came home to find the last person he would ever expect half dead on his front door. SOFAE. A Warrior, thief, manipulator, an enemy with a lost purpose and the lady he'd vowed to never have anything to do with.

Dark Romance "P..please release my father, he's so..sick and dying",she begged earnestly. I felt myself grow excited beneath my mask. I gestured to the guards,to let her pass through the barricade of men surrounding me. She runs towards me, falling onto her knees,whilst holding my shoe clad leg. My guards brought out their guns but I waved them off. I felt a smirk crawl onto my lips. I got pleasure in the cries and pains of others although a part of me wondered why I didn't derive satisfaction or any joy from seeing this woman on her knees,tears streaking her face,face downcast. "P…please sir,let my father go, I'll do anything",she bawled out. The minute she looked up,her contacts rolled out, revealing ethereal sapphire colored eyes,eyes I'd recognize anywhere I see it,eyes that draw attention to themselves. The minute she looked up,I felt my breath catch in my lungs. Those ethereal eyes,the same colour of eyes as HER. The smirk on my lips trembled before completely crumbling. "Will you trade in yourself for your father", I asked in a blank voice. "Yes",she whimpered out in an instant. Just like that my game was starting. The prey has taken the bait. Lorenzo Demario, The Don of the Italian Mafia, The Devil's God, He's referred to as the Devil's God, Lorenzo is on a quest for vengeance, He's on a revengeful quest, looking for the murderers of his parents. He finds adulterated evidence against the Spanish mafia. He decides to use their heir against them,the heir they are all unaware of. He orchestrates an elaborate plan,a sure way to get his revenge but that all melts away when their eyes meet. Sapphire colored eyes clashing with forest green ones. But along the line,he realizes that the heir,his tool for revenge, is his childhood best friend and sweetheart. He has to decide between love and Duty. Adrianna White, She suffers from multiple personality Disorder, She has a facade of a shy and sweet girl, But at night, she's something e

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?"