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In a city where magic runs on emotional labor, Leo Finch is done giving more than he gets. When the burned-out barista inherits his grandfather’s failing café, he expects dust, debt, and old regrets—not a sentient magical System built into the walls. The Bootstrap Protocol converts compassion and craft into mana, the city’s most precious energy source. Every act of kindness, every well-brewed cup, literally lights up the room. But the brighter Leo’s café burns, the more dangerous it becomes. The Metropolitan Mana Authority—a guild of corporate wizards—won’t tolerate a shop that proves empathy is stronger than profit. As inspectors close in and his small miracle threatens to collapse, Leo must decide what he’s really building: a business… or a revolution. With the help of a chaos-witch who refuses to follow recipes, a union rep who speaks in contracts and curses, and a community that refuses to quit, Leo rediscovers what his grandfather always believed—magic isn’t meant to be owned. It’s meant to be shared.

Relatable AF. Maybe you won't laugh. Maybe you won't cry. But you surely can relate to this stupid life of mine.

You’ve given me winds to help me fly away from all of my troubles. From the world I wish wasn’t reality. Therefore you have blessed me with what I’ve always wanted...freedom.

Mark Vance had $12.50 in his bank account, an eviction notice on his door, and a resume full of rejections. In a world where Hunters and Guilds dominate the economy, Mark was invisible—just another broke laborer trying to survive in the cracks of the city. But on the day he hit rock bottom, the world flickered, and a blue screen appeared before his eyes. [System Booting...] [Welcome to the Wealth Labor System.] [Core Philosophy: The humbler the task, the greater the yield.] Mark thought he was hallucinating until he saw the first mission: Mission: Recycle 100 Plastic Bottles. Reward: $10,000. While other "Players" risk their lives fighting dragons for pocket change, Mark is making millions by cleaning grease traps, hauling scrap, and taking out the trash. Suddenly, the man who couldn't afford a sandwich is buying luxury hotels, outbidding Guild Leaders at secret auctions, and turning the city's economy upside down. But immense wealth attracts immense danger. When the most powerful Guilds in the world realize someone is buying up their dungeons and poaching their loot, they come hunting. They think Mark is just a janitor. They don't realize that he can buy their lives, sell their secrets, and demolish their empires—all before his lunch break. Money isn't just power. It's the ultimate weapon.

"Mr. Winters, are you certain you want to donate your heart to Miss Seraphina Stone?" The doctor looked up in surprise, attempting to dissuade me. "Although you have late-stage stomach cancer, there have been successful treatment cases domestically. You might want to consider trying treatment..." "That won't be necessary," I interrupted her with a smile. "Dying is fine, especially since donating my organs can save lives. It's my only wish." Just as I walked out of the hospital, Seraphina called. "Where the hell have you been? Get back here now!" I was actually planning to return and ask Seraphina for some money to buy myself a burial shroud and a grave plot. But when I got home, I discovered her childhood sweetheart Liam holding her as she straddled his lap, their posture intimate and inseparable. Seeing me push open the door, they both froze. Liam's face flushed red as he chided her for calling me back at this moment. "We're out of condoms," Seraphina explained, hugging him reassuringly. The next second, her cold gaze fell on me as she smirked and said: "Dashiell, go downstairs and buy us a box."

**“why cultivate when you can delegate?”** Lin Ming has always lived by a certain rule; never work harder than necessary. Then before you know it, His ancient, probably haunted espresso machine decided to self-destruct, blasting him into some crazy cultivation world where flying swords, secret energy centers (which Li Ming calls 'belly buttons'), and people taking spiritual breathing way too seriously. That absurd rule later becomes a survival skill. He at first thought it was the afterlife but he was wrong. He wakes up in a body of a noble who no one took seriously. Now he has to face his sister who treats discipline like a religion, political peacock and flying swords. The problem? Lin Ming doesn’t know a thing about cultivation. He doesn’t even know how to meditate. His spiritual energy reservoir? Probably still on backorder. But he surely does know how to bluff, lie his way through things and most importantly he knows how to avoid work. When his sister (yuya) told him “you must restore the family’s honor” he didn’t grab a sword instead he grabbed a ledger and started a company called ‘LME (Lin Ming’s Express).’ It was the world’s first, and probably only, delivery service run on pure loopholes, aggressively-handed-out loyalty cards, and what amounted to unpaid internships. His teams? They’re quite special 1. A Drunken Poet (Lai Bai) whose terrible poems accidentally cause minor earthquakes. 2. A War God (Guan Yun) who was bribed into joining with a free coffee coupon. 3. That Peacock who still thinks Li Ming is engaged to him. (Awkward!) The empire calls him a "Genius Cultivator" because his "lazy shortcuts" somehow work. His sister just sighs and calls him a "Walking Embarrassment of the family." Lin Ming? He just calls it "Tuesday." Now, this reluctant, nap-loving tycoon has to dodge divine paperwork, fight off demon customers who skip the line, and survive spiritual tax audits…all to protect his ultimate goal: The Dao of Minimum Effort. Because, let’s be for real, achieving enlightenment sounds boring. But an eternal nap? That's a legacy worth fighting for.

Jaokhun is a broke university student in Bangkok whose biggest problems are paying rent and protecting his sneaker collection. Then he sees two mythical creatures bickering over the Chao Phraya River. He calls the police. Big mistake. Now a secret, comically underfunded organization called LMFAO wants to recruit him. They handle myths and monsters with paperwork, duct-taped equipment, and a soul-crushing bureaucracy. They make him an offer no broke schemer could refuse: sign a contract, and his crippling student debt disappears. Jaokhun signs on the dotted line, only to discover he's now trapped in a seven-year, metaphysically-binding contract. The termination fee? 847,000 baht. Now he's an intern on a 5,000-baht stipend, learning that saving the world isn't about fighting monsters—it's about filing their paperwork in triplicate. His supervisors are exhausted, his new "ocular implants" were installed by an IT guy, and he's stuck in the worst job in Bangkok... ...maybe the world.

The story of a minimum wage worker named Sasha. Love, murder, and graveyard shifts ahead.

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?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?