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When Shivay was born, he already knew who he was. His identity had not been erased by death or rebirth. Somewhere deep within his consciousness, his name, his past, and his purpose remained intact. Yet one truth continued to trouble him—he did not know where he was. Was this the afterlife? Or had he truly been born again? Trapped in the body of a newborn, Shivay could not understand the rules of this existence. The world felt solid, real, and bound by time—nothing like the realms beyond life he remembered. And yet, it was unfamiliar. Too fragile. Too limited. He could think clearly, but he could not act. He could remember, but he could not speak. That was when the question arose within him: Does reincarnation truly exist? Shivay did not believe reincarnation was a simple cycle where souls endlessly returned. If that were true, everyone would remember. Everyone would awaken. But they did not. Most lived and died without ever knowing what came before. So why had he returned? The answer slowly formed within him—not as words, but as certainty. He had been born again because his story was unfinished. This was not a reward. It was not punishment either. His rebirth was a necessity. Something beyond gods, beyond fate, had chosen continuity over ending. Shivay realized that reincarnation was real—but only when existence itself required it. Still, many questions remained unanswered. Why had he been born into this world? Who would help him in this fragile form? And whose help was he meant to give? Shivay sensed that someone, somewhere, was waiting—someone connected to the same imbalance that had pulled him back from death. Their paths would cross not by coincidence, but by purpose. Until then, others would guide him unknowingly, protecting him, raising him, preparing him for the moment when his awareness and strength would align. For now, Shivay could only wait. He would grow. He would observe. And he would endure the silence of childhood. Because one day, when the truth finally revealed itself, Shivay would understand not only why he was reborn—but who he was meant to help, and who would help him in return. Until that day, he remained a king in memory… and a child in the world.

Marcus is abducted and forced to act as a Champion of a forgotten god in a series of Olympic-like games. He is good at finding exploits in game systems and treats his new found existence the same.

Long-time loner and party girl Marty Pendleton has finally fallen in love. The problem: Marty lives in Seattle, and her new girlfriend Taylor lives in Boston. Her best friend Elaine and her brother Sean are worried that, as usual, Marty will blow it.<br><br>Taylor is everything Marty could want in a woman: sexy, confident, and successful. But how will Taylor handle Marty’s penchant for over-reacting and drinking a bit too much?<br><br>When Marty makes assumptions, she risks losing everything. Can she convince Taylor she’ll change for the better and make this work, even long-distance?

On the night he was abandoned by his wife, he took out the Centurion Card with 400 million in it. It opened the door for him to become the richest in the world...

dying general's final warning speaks of Namidaon, the First King of Monsters, stirring beneath the Abyssal Throne, but the message vanishes before the eyes of the Academy's elite. Only Saiko, a Rank G cleaner, can see the crimson script, revealing a prophecy of a world on the brink of unmaking. Stripped of their status for believing a myth, agents Sarah and Daniel find themselves imprisoned, while the Academy dismisses the impossible truth. Now, with a cosmic threat awakening and the world's protectors blind, Saiko's unique sight might be the only hope against an ancient evil. Can a boy with no rank convince a world of skeptics before the Crimson Moon turns and unleashes an infinite terror?

Thanks to the Beast Master System, Prometheus can bind any creature to his will and use their strength to fight and improve his cultivation base. His journey will take him from being the son of a simple commoner hunter, to the greatest Beast Master ever existed. Ah, did I told you that this isn't his first reincarnation? Yes, he has plenty of old enemies to take care of. Cover by Halycoon. ----- Content of The Novel ---- Cultivation, System, Vengeance, Wedding Contract, Slaves, Pet Army, Artifact Forging, Kingdom Building, Weak-To-Strong, Merchants, Magical Beasts, Academy Comments and reviews are appreciated, they keep us authors motivated. Also on rrl.

"I know where your little sister is. She's still alive." "What are you trying to get from me, to admit something unbelievable? Selena is dead! I witnessed her death with my own eyes!" ... Hoping to believe the man's words, even though they sounded like nonsense, something that tugged on his vulnerability, Sorn agreed to join the nameless independent survival group led by a strange man. Ralf, a mysterious man immune to the zombie virus, someone with unique abilities that sometimes made Sorn think he was not human. The more he interacted with the man, the more confusing things became for Sorn. He was reluctant to admit that being friends with him wasn't entirely unpleasant. Eventually, when Ralf revealed his past, Sorn became more convinced that meeting his sister was a goal worth pursuing. Even so, he couldn't truly believe that his sister was still alive, as Ralf claimed. The memory of watching her get eaten by a horde of zombies was still fresh in his mind. "I promise I'll bring your sister back. Before your birthday comes, you'll see her right in front of you. Will you trust me?" Sorn's chest felt warm and oddly fluttery, he simply nodded, trusting the man in silence—though it was very difficult to say so verbally. — (are you tired with red flag top? then read this if you like actions, slaying zombie, and green flag top!)

A mere mortal becomes the queen of immortals. My name is Anastasia and this is my story

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?"