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One day, Xiao Shen found out that several strange beings were watching his daily life. No, to put it precisely, he found out that his daily life was being livestreamed to these several strange beings! These existences watched the daily motions of his life, and showered him with gifts for the most insignificant thing. What's more, these gifts were capable of being manifested in the real world! Want to beat me up? Eat this heaven defying technique! Oh? Are you confused about how I can use this ancient lost technique? Well, let me tell you that it's creator is a viewer of my real life livestream! What? It took you ten years of training learn it? Ahaha, me, I got it as a gift after eating a plate of spicy noodles!

Indie VTuber Rippin’ Rippa (she played the wizard game) crawls through a portal in her wardrobe. She discovers a magic kingdom ruled by Buttons, a one-legged eleven-year-old Scottish girl. And so begins their bizarre friendship. Together with Goggles, the poop-teleporting omnipotent butler, Madam J.D., the nanny who happens to be a Jedi, and Miss Pendrake, the young bodyguard who’s also the once and future king, all Rippa and Buttons want is just some hot dogs. From a brawl at a taco truck to telling the U.S. Congress, “You are welcome to die,” from riding with the Golden Horde to melting the Wall Street, no matter where the kid goes and what she does, chaos ensues, and humanity loses its sanity over Buttons. In this new era, where the Federal Reserve has to Super Chat in Rippa's stream and beg her to stop Buttons from launching a crypto, Rippa realizes: when your little friend can bend reality, the world doesn’t leave either of you alone. So if you want to learn more, like, subscribe, and hit the notification bell! (exclusively available on Scribble Hub, Royal Road, Wеbnovеl, and my site)

In a world where finding a job is harder than surviving, Mac never thought employment would be his greatest nightmare. After months of rejection and desperation, he finally receives an offer from a company he’s never heard of—Crimson Cross. No interview. No requirements. Just one condition: once accepted, you cannot refuse. He got pulled into a road that shouldn’t exist. A night shift delivery job. A truck filled with something that breathes. And a set of rules that must be followed… or you won’t make it back. He survives. But survival comes with a cost. A mark burns into his skin. A key appears that opens nothing. And the world he returns to… isn’t quite the same anymore. Soon, Mac realizes he’s not alone. Others have been “hired” too—each forced into different horror jobs, each barely making it out alive. Some lose memories. Some lose themselves. Some don’t come back at all. Three pulls. That’s the rule. Survive the first three, and you earn the right to choose. Fail… and you become part of the system. But the deeper Mac goes, the more he begins to understand the truth: Crimson Cross isn’t just a company. It’s something that feeds on workers across worlds. And the jobs are only getting worse. “Welcome, employee.” “Your next assignment is waiting.”

"I need Healing" These are the words that Healers hear all too often depending on the tone and scenario they are said in. Could be seriously annoying and in some cases enrage a Healer just by hearing them alone. Users of White Magic meant to be used to heal those in need no matter if it is in body and/or mind. However, the Healers' Association combats the constant complaints they get on all sides both those doing the healing and getting healed. The desire for things to be improved for both good and pure intention and bad and tainted ones are being placed onto them. Thus they desired more power over healing itself to improve on it. Seeing that White Magic was not living up to what they thought it could become. Thus they go about inaction something that was originally meant so that White Magic would become something that lived up to their standards rather than those of their Goddess that governs over healing and thus all White Magic itself. Their goal to perfect healing for the good of all mortals however would work in the very short term however they were in reality their actions would resort to all users of White Magic being transformation into nothing more to automaton that only purpose is to the heal. They would become literal Heal Bots.

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A blinding glow originated from a supernova. A myriad of colors and gamma-ray waves swept across the observable universe devastating every planet and celestial body in existence. When the glare and destructive energy ceased and all heavenly bodies were decimated, in the center of the explosion a superior being was born, were we watching the birth of a God?.... Get ready to follow the creation of a universe with unimaginable possibilities... (Note: I'll apologize in advance, because English is not my mother tongue and I'm too poor to hire an editor, if you guys liked the story a lot and support me I can try to do something to solve the spelling problems.)

Have you ever wondered what would happen if your mother was a horse? Of course you have, don't try to deny it. Read this story to find out exactly how your mother was put in this situation. Are you still denying you have wondered about your mother being a horse before? Coward.

Makama "A boy. A broken past. A burning promise." When pirates destroy his village and leave his grandfather near death, 16-year-old Makama embarks on a dangerous journey to retrieve a stolen staff - and uncover the truth behind a mysterious compass, a forgotten bloodline, and a legendary crystal said to control the world. In a land ruled by power, greed, and secrets, one boy's promise might just ignite a revolution.

Mako, an unlikable girl that only loves to care about herself, sees herself as her own main character in this crappy city of Polarity. However, Mera drops expectedly into her life showing her that she's not the only main character in this world. Now Mako has to watch over Mera as she stumbles through her rowdy life which infuriates Mako who only wants to fulfill her dreams of being a writer. Not my cover. Please whoever owns this beautiful piece, message me about it. I'll take it down or commission you.

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?"