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For him, this world is the very definition of cruelty and hell, an existence that should be utterly devastated and wiped out once and for all. If he couldn't have peace, then no one was allowed to have it, just as his whole life was an absolute nightmare, each and every life of these humans had to be eternal nightmare. Demon King, Zhang Long wei, spent his whole life holding onto this so-called the world's most reasonable logic of his. To the whole cultivational world, he was such a great calamity that was impossible and unimaginable to annihilate, the very fear of every single being. But then, the news of the great Demon King getting slain by a group of young cultivators made the three realms ended up in uproar. Everyone was gloating and celebrating for his decease when Zhang Long wei found himself waking up in a body of a fifteen-year-old boy named Li Zian, a disciple of the immortal Wang. And there, what intrigued him the most was that the person who was responsible for his downfall, the one who took his life and also the leader of that youths' group, had turned out to be that one and only genius son of the immortal Wang, the shizun of his current body. What would be the first thing that came out of his mind? Revenge? Nope. His life had been all about these kinds of malicious stuff, so he decided to enjoy this one with the life of a regular youth. Let give himself a try to be average and normal. Let give the world some time for peace. Nevertheless, after a couple of confrontations with that son of his present shizun, his iron- like heart was melted and fell for this unruly youth somehow. The demon king started to chase after him with the mask of his aged fifteen body. Even so, heaven was too vicious and parsimonious to let him adore these blessing moments for a longer while as the fate between him and the youth was reversed. He had become people's hero whom the youth once wished him to be, yet the youth was now converted into a demon who had gone crazy for a brutal fate his family and sect had encountered. Let's see how the once powerful demon King would handle and tame this little demon and how these two would work together to find out and exterminate the real culprit behind the scenes. ------------------- Hello there, my dear readers! This is my very first time writing a novel . So I had to admit I felt thrilled and nervous a bit. English is not my first language. Thus I can't guaranteed there won't be any writing problems though I would try my best to fix and make progress. Please support me with your precious votes and comments. Thank you. ------- The cover art does not belong to me. All credits go to the original owner.

“I’ll agree to this—but only if you stay out of my business.” “You have a deal,” the man chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender, his husky voice dripping with amusement. “But,” he added, stepping closer, his breath brushing against her ear, “you’ll have to agree to my conditions, too.” “I said I’d agree, didn’t I?” Sherry replied coolly. Her expression didn’t waver as she grabbed his collar and pulled him down to her eye level. “Mr. Smith,” she whispered, matching his tone with a quiet fierceness. Hah… This woman is going to drive me insane, Levian thought, already realizing this would be far from easy. ~~~ On her wedding day, Sherry is poisoned by her best friend. Her fiancé? At the hospital, he was celebrating the birth of his child with someone else. But fate rewinds the clock. Waking up a day before her death, Sherry has one goal: uncover the truth and take back control. However, as the secrets unravel, she realizes the betrayal runs deeper than she imagined. That's when the rumored Levian Smith makes her an offer: “Marry me, and I’ll stake my very soul for you.” Now, she must choose—revenge or redemption?

Ahn Jiang Seok, the enigmatic and workaholic CEO of EcoFusion Productions, has returned to his homeland after years of silence. Emotionally blackmailed by his overbearing mother, he's forced into an engagement with Han Ma Ri, a woman desperate to save her father's company from the brink of collapse. Though he initially resents marriage, he agrees as he begins to see something in Ma Ri that stirs feelings he can't explain. But as he tries to deepen the relationship, his misfortune comes upon him. One day, Jiang Seok's former classmate Ja Ra came to meet him. She immediately set off a series of misunderstandings. When Ma Ri finds him holding Ja Ra by the waist, her rage erupts. "How dare you, b*tch!" It's the first time in a while Jiang Seok sees Ma Ri's that fiery side. "Do you really think he likes you? Dream on! He only has eyes for me!" Ja Ra smirks. "No! He doesn't like you because..." Ma Ri's voice drops. "He's gay!" *Huh? What? Who? When? Where? And why didn't he know?* Jiang Seok struck dumb. Is this how people see him? Ja Ra bursts into tears, "This can't be! So, this was why he always ignored me back in the school?" she was convinced he ignored her in school because of his supposed sexuality, and Ma Ri insisted he only agreed to marry her to hide his true love-for his male assistant. *Huh? What now? With whom? Where was he? Who was he?* Jiang was thrown into chaos. Can Jiang Seok unravel the web of misunderstandings and reveal his true feelings before Ma Ri sets him up with every eligible bachelor in town? Or will his "real love" remain hidden, even to him?

Shen Tang woke up on the exile road and found this world very unscientific. Heavenly stones fell, triggering strife among nations. Words solidified into reality, thoughts became tangible. Martial prowess gathered, mountains split and seas parted. What she once perceived as a mere pretty face, with a mere utterance of "leaping over spears and horses," transformed into a fully-armored warrior, spear in hand, capable of standing alone against thousands! The consumptive wretches in her eyes, muttering "constellations scattered like chess pieces," reshaped the sky into a domed canopy and the land into a chessboard, effortlessly maneuvering troops into formation! This, by all means, couldn't be deemed unscientific anymore! It seemed like the scientific coffin lid had been nailed shut by theology! And she— "My lord, there's a severe drought in the Northern County. Would you shed a tear?" Shen Tang: "..." "My lord, the Southern Province is flooded. Would you share a smile?" Shen Tang: "..." ———————— Looking at the ten bowls of rice she devoured, the pockets cleaner than her face, and a group of villagers clamoring for attention, seemingly reincarnated food barrels, the real artist of souls, Village Chief Shen Tang, reluctantly abandoned her beloved paintbrush and was forced onto the road of vying for lordship.

[However, due to mysterious anomalies during host's initial awakening trial, the Aetherfall protocol has been permanently altered. Host will be subject to mandatory sequential trials even after other hosts have been offered options to trials— ALL TRIALS FOR HOST WILL BE MANDATORY. Until Paragon Ascension has been exceeded. Failure to complete any trial will result in the utter and irreversible termination of spirit and vessel. In summary: Host will either survive or be terminated.] --- The regular nobody, done in by Truck-kun after being... distracted, transmigrates into the body of a side character from his most hated novel—during the awakening trial. Somehow, he finds a way to survive... or so he thought. In a world where everything revolves around the MC, a side character destined to die can only bring bad omens. He's given a near-impossible task by the trial system of this world—along with no option to reject other than death. And in a novel where characters were once one-dimensional, they’re now being seen from every side and perspective— things are far more complicated than he ever imagined. A world where heroes are hidden psychopaths, villains are deeply misunderstood, teachers are unstable, and teenagers are... Let's just say hormonal. What could possibly go wrong?

“One accidental signature, and now the legendary Shadow Queen is living in my house... wearing my T-shirts and refusing to leave! She claims to be cursed with laziness, but why did I just witness her destroy a monster with one finger? And why does she keep looking at me like I’m her next target? Someone help—I’m not ready for this kind of responsibility!”

Everett Vale is a janitor… with a PhD. Not a doctor. Not a nurse. Not anyone you'd notice—unless your floor's on fire, your toilet's rebelling, or your soul’s quietly unraveling at 2 a.m. in the hallway. Told through the eyes of Noah, a nursing assistant just trying to make sense of the chaos, this story blends hospital absurdity with unexpected wisdom. Between scent-obsessed coworkers, haunting memories, and mop buckets full of metaphor, Dr. Janitor: PhD in Mop Philosophy explores what it really means to heal—not just bodies, but the quiet spaces people never talk about. It’s a story about messes. About grief, hope, and finding family in unlikely places. About saints in scrubs and unsung heroes with calloused hands and tired eyes. It’s about learning that sometimes the person cleaning up the mess understands the brokenness better than the one trying to fix it. If you’ve ever felt overlooked, if you’ve ever laughed in the middle of heartbreak, or if you’ve ever believed that the quietest voice in the room might just be the one that matters most—this book is for you.

They said dual cultivation was sacred. I said it was a great way to die happy. Jian Yu bedded the Scarlet Monarch’s daughter the day before her arranged marriage… To a warlord!! With anger issues. Jian Yu was a highly talented qi cultivator, but nothing ever seemed to entertain him—until he stumbled into the world of dual cultivation. Being the extremist he was, he quickly rose through the ranks. But of course, being the thrill-chaser he was, he eventually grew uninterested—only getting excited when he successfully took the partner of another. That was how the playboy was born. A man who would do anything just to get into the pants of any maiden he set his eyes on. But this path was bound to be his downfall. Going after Divine Maidens and leaving unscathed. Sleeping with the Dying Sword Monarch’s daughter. Even going as far as forcefully plucking the Evil Empress’ Yin essence. Finally—he had bitten off more than he could chew. Now there’s a bounty on his head. A playboy with no real skill outside the bed. He was caught. Surrounded by foes on Unhinged Cliff—his usual go-to place when things got too hot. “So this is how it ends, right?” he muttered, bloodied and battered. “You’ve all made me look like the villain, right!?” he said as he stared at the Evil Empress. “You… You castrated five hundred men just for the fun of it,” he said, hands trembling, pointing at her. “But that wouldn’t matter since you have your title protecting you!” Finally, something snapped inside him. “Are you all dumb? Don’t you ask yourselves why none of my victims ever placed a charge—even after how terrible my crimes looked?” “If I’m going to die here… I might as well go out with a blast,” he said, drawing intricate patterns in the air. But his luck—always unfair—betrayed him again. “Father! No!” a feminine voice screamed from behind. The Scarlet Monarch acted fast. And as Jian Yu turned to the face behind the scream, his eyes—once blazing with anger—mellowed into calm. And then, a smile. He was headed. But it seemed life still had other plans for him. After going through rebirth Jian Yu awakens with a new much more handsome body... His goal? To get back at the evil empress and make her sacred hole leak, while leaving a better enviable life

"Lose your cultivation? Fiancé gets stolen? A system appears? Revenge on the young master? Then the sect leader? Then the ancestors? Ascend to the upper realm? And then the same story starts all over again? Sorry, we don't do that here! ------------------- Thus begins Fang Yuan's journey. Rather than being the hero who suffers through the same old cultivation tropes, he becomes the source of them. He's the sect leader, the hidden schemer, the disaster waiting to happen. So how are the story's protagonists supposed to deal with a man who knows every trick they have and might already have stolen all their girls?

Dabby knew better than not to stay away from her stepbrother, not when he bullied, and was determined to make her life miserable. He was HOT! And HOT-tempered.    Not when she was the kind of girl he could never be seen around with. Not when he hated that they were now family, and that they attended the same school. But, she can't. Perhaps, a two week honeymoon vacation with they by themselves, was going to flip their lives forever.