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YO THIS BOOK IS SO HILARIOUS !!!!!! After four years, He Yiming finally became a cute new sovereign, activated the sect system, and received sign-in rewards! The system actually summons Blue Mercury’s friends to wear collective souls, reshape their bodies, and become disciples of the sect! So the style of Zongmen's painting changed suddenly! Black soul boss: Although the monsters of Novice Village can kill us in seconds, as long as one block rolls, you can kill without injury! S2 player: I can't even know how to use armed color or seeing or hearing color, so make a squeaky fairy! Come to Lao Tzu's domineering crash course! Baojiaobaohui! Tower defense players: the tide of beasts is here, the guard He Yiming team opens, the arrow tower, the ice fort, and the flying sword are all ready to miss a monster, Lao Tzu's dung pool butterfly swim! Aboriginal monk: What? Can He Yiming's disciple build a foundation in three seconds? what? Has He Yiming's disciple hit the big demon without injury? what? Is He Yiming’s disciples per capita sky fire? Do you say it again?

When you think your life is over, there will always be something or someone there to give you a second chance. Honestly, I thought that was a load of bullshit. Turns out, it's not! And now I, Jung Haechan, will start getting paid as the comedic relief in some survival show. Just. Great.

Su Huanyi became the vicious adopted son with the same name in a novel about the struggle of the rich. He was adopted as a child into the Su family. He was beautiful but had a scorpion’s heart. He repeatedly persecuted his older brother and tried to take over the family business. Su Huanyi transmigrated at a time when the original owner was up to his usual schemes. He crawled out from under his elder brother’s bed and looked up to meet the latter face-to-face. Su Chi’s expression was sullen: "What are you doing here?" Su Huanyi shyly bowed his head: "… I wanted to give you a surprise." * As the eldest son of the Su family, Su Chi not only managed the family business but also had to take care of his younger brothers. He was planning to give that malicious adopted brother some trouble, to let him know that the sea of bitterness has no end and that he should turn a new leaf… Su Huanyi: "It all depends on the waves." Su Chi: "…" To protect himself, Su Huanyi acted coquettish to the point of no return, but he did not notice that the look in his elder brother’s eyes had gradually changed. *Sand sculpture; silly or stupid acts.

Gliding against the pathway of poetry and wondering what was the special recipe that kept me moving forward was the afterthought of sharing my work and story out... Writing was never something I have ever thought of doing cause always believe I might be one of those people who belong in the cooperative world of business but after sinking my pen into the justice of poetry it made me realize writing is so much important than just hiding or being the lonely girl of hopeless thoughts

In a car accident, I injured my head while protecting Gideon. Fearing I'd forget him and our memories together, I kept refusing surgery. But on nights when I lay awake in pain, He was carving statues to celebrate the awakening of his first love from a vegetative state. He even used his precious hands to cook meals for his first love. When I confronted him, he showed no remorse. "We're legally married, what are you worried about?" But he seemed to have forgotten that we never actually got our marriage certificate.

This book is to give people and authors cultivation systems which they can either use as is, change or take inspiration from. It can also show people that you do not need to follow the preexisting ones you can also just make your own. ------------------------------------------------------------------- The existing cultivation systems which have heavily influenced this book from the beginning are: The standard (body, qi, foundation, core, nascent) Journey of the FateDestroying Emperor Walker of worlds/Rise of the Worm Sovereign Nine Evolutions of True Spirit My Divine Diary Journey of the Immortal Grandmaster

This would be a collection of interconnected short stories focusing on a group of friends. Imagine:Line, who dreams of being a famous artist but can only draw straight lines.Curve, who's obsessed with adding unnecessary detail to everything, much to the annoyance of her friends.Angle, who's always trying to find the most efficient (and often ridiculous) way to do things.They face relatable problems but with a stick figure twist: trying to find a job in a world with limited career options, dealing with the existential dread of being two-dimensional, or navigating the awkwardness of stick figure dating. The humor would come from the simplicity of their design contrasting with complex emotions and situations.

Sa ikawalong buwan ng pagbubuntis, pumutok ang aking panubigan. Nagtiis ako sa matinding sakit at nagmakaawa sa aking asawang si Dashiell na dalhin ako sa ospital. Itinulak niya ako palayo: "Nasa pulong ako ng trabaho, wala akong oras para panoorin kang umarte!" Ngunit sa video ng kanyang computer, malinaw na mukha iyon ng kanyang white moonlight. Napakasama ng pakiramdam ko sa sakit na hindi ako makapagsalita, at desperadong nagmakaawa ako sa kanya. Sa gitna ng pagtatalo, biglang nabasag ang ice sculpture sa mesa at nahulog sa sahig. Pagkatapos ng katahimikan, hinawakan ni Dashiell ang aking buhok at itinapon ako sa lawa na puno ng yelo. "Hindi ba sinabi mo na manganganak ka? Manganak ka dito!" "Kung nasira ang ice sculpture, ikaw at ang bata ang magbabayad!" Nawalan ako ng malay sa napakalamig na tubig, at ang dugo ay nagkulay pula sa lawa. Nang ako ay natatakpan na ng frost at malapit nang maging isang ice sculpture, sa wakas ay hinango ako ni Dashiell gamit ang fishing net. Sinipa niya ako sa mukha: "Noong nagpakasal tayo, sinabi ko sa iyo na hindi ko gusto ang mga selosa!" Kalaunan ay nalaman ko na ang nabasag na ice sculpture ay regalo mula sa kanyang white moonlight. Ako at ang sanggol sa aking sinapupunan ay kanyang mga frozen na laruan para ilabas ang kanyang galit.

In a lavishly decorated bathroom a boy at the age of 18 is looking himself at the mirror. The boy stared long and hard at the mirror. Until he gave up and acknowledged it. He is in a novel and not just any novel. It's in a freaking dark,tragic and gory novel. What's more I am a character who physically can't display emotions. And to answer the previous question....... Yes it is hard being a comic relief.

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?"