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All he wanted was to drive home and speedrun the game before the DLC dropped. Then came the crash, a warm light, and nothing—until he woke up as Wolfgang, a poor knight from a minor noble family in the Holy Roman Empire. He thought he knew this world. However, once a butterfly flaps its wings, no one can predict where the storm will go; this world doesn't follow the game's script. Nobles plot in the dark, and being the smartest person in the room means nothing when steel decides the argument. To survive the filth and chaos of medieval life, he has no choice but to lean on a mysterious system that hands him quests, money, and access to a shop packed with skills, manuals, and items he could never have gotten otherwise. He refuses to just stand by and watch history be written without him. With modern knowledge, he will use every resource, building a loyal army, amassing wealth, and carving out the strongest empire ever with his own hands.

Tudo o que ele queria era dirigir para casa e fazer um speedrun do jogo antes que a DLC fosse lançada. Então veio a batida, uma luz quente e nada—até ele acordar como Wolfgang, um cavaleiro pobre de uma família nobre menor no Sacro Império Romano. Ele achava que conhecia este mundo. No entanto, uma vez que uma borboleta bate as asas, ninguém pode prever para onde a tempestade irá; este mundo não segue o roteiro do jogo. Nobres conspiram nas sombras, e ser a pessoa mais inteligente da sala não significa nada quando o aço decide a discussão. Para sobreviver à imundície e ao caos da vida medieval, ele não tem escolha a não ser confiar em um Sistema misterioso que lhe entrega missões, dinheiro e acesso a uma loja repleta de habilidades, manuais e itens que ele nunca poderia ter conseguido de outra forma. Ele se recusa a apenas ficar parado e assistir à história ser escrita sem ele. Com conhecimento moderno, ele usará todos os recursos, construindo um exército leal, acumulando riqueza, e construindo o império mais forte de todos os tempos com suas próprias mãos.

Todo lo que él quería era volver a casa y pasarse el juego a toda prisa antes de que saliera el DLC. Luego vino el choque, una luz cálida y la nada..., hasta que despertó como Wolfgang, un caballero pobre de una familia noble menor del Sacro Imperio Romano. Él pensaba que conocía este mundo. Sin embargo, una vez que una mariposa bate sus alas, nadie puede predecir hacia dónde se dirigirá la tormenta; este mundo no sigue el guion del juego. Los nobles conspiran en la oscuridad, y ser la persona más inteligente de la sala no significa nada cuando el acero zanja la discusión. Para sobrevivir a la inmundicia y el caos de la vida medieval, no tiene más remedio que apoyarse en un misterioso sistema que le da misiones, dinero y acceso a una tienda repleta de habilidades, manuales y objetos que de otro modo nunca podría haber conseguido. Se niega a quedarse de brazos cruzados y ver cómo se escribe la historia sin él. Con sus conocimientos modernos, usará todos los recursos, construirá un ejército leal, acumulará riquezas y forjará el imperio más fuerte de la historia con sus propias manos.

Halfdan Magnusson, the man who raised the flag of the greatest viking nation in history. He was their greatest king to ever live and he was their idol.

A thousand years of history. One infinite library. No way home. When a modern-day engineer wakes up in the damp, freezing solar of a 12th-century manor, he finds himself trapped in the body of Thomas, a minor noble with a failing reputation and a wife who despises him. He has no magic system, no leveling up, and no celestial guide. All he has is the smartphone in his pocket—invisible to everyone else, perpetually charged, and still connected to the internet of 2026. In a world where a simple infection is a death sentence and the Church’s word is law, Thomas must use the sum of human knowledge to survive. From implementing basic germ theory to discovering hidden silver veins and forging high-carbon steel, he begins a quiet revolution from the mud up.

"A place of superstitions. A place of curses. A girl who was forced to sacrifice her life for the welfare of the village, and became a widow against her will. Widowed? Or Married? Ella Rosemane was satisfied with what little she and her family had. But one incongruous incident shatters everything she had and kills the spirit in her. Stuck between being widowed and married, Ella found the curse around her was embraced by a stranger who was anything but a stranger to her."

A place of superstitions A place of curses A girl who was forced to sacrifice her life for the welfare of the village and was widowed against her will. Widowed? Or Married? Ella Rosemane was satisfied with what little she and her family had. But one incongruous incident shatters everything she had and kills the spirit in her. Stuck between being a widow and married, Ella finds the curse around her is embraced by a stranger who is anything but a stranger to her. "My Corpse Husband" is a gothic love story with heartfelt love and a lovely romance. Publisher：i&i Publisher

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)

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?"