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Transmigrating only to end up in the body of a notorious and blacklisted dated movie queen? Accused of bribery, plastic surgery, being a mistress and diva, and even having sex for favors? The number one spoiled and domineering queen returns with a vengeance! To kick out the movie kings and queens and to dominate the entertainment industry! Nothing will stand in the way of the empress to get rid of that bastard emperor—not even transmigration! But… F*ck! What the hell? That darn husband of hers is the spitting image of that bastard emperor…

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The War of Blood has lasted for centuries. On the night the Sage Kingdom fell, Queen Yusa put her four-day-old son in a wooden box and hid him with magic. Her brother Arthava took the crown. ​ Thieves stole the box. They thought it was gold. That baby is now twelve-year-old Luis Nimero. He lives in a border town with his adoptive parents — a retired mage and a blacksmith. He trains every morning with his uncle Jack, the kingdom's third-ranked swordsman, and his best friends Rio and Lily. ​ The town Appraise says Luis has normal human energy. So why did a queen die to hide him?

In an empire where prophecies are woven by the Bene Gesserit and the Noble Houses battle in an ancient power game, some are born marked not by destiny... but by the fear they inspire. Kael Atreides, firstborn of Leto and Jessica, was not conceived to be a mere cog in the Brotherhood's schemes. From birth, his abilities defied expectations, and the Reverend Mothers saw in him a threat that not even the Kwisatz Haderach could contain. The decision was stark: banishment. No trial. No explanation. Only an order sealed by silence. Aboard a rudderless pod, Kael was launched beyond the known routes, into the eternal void... until the void answered. In the farthest reaches of the universe, where neither CHOAM nor the Emperor could cast their gaze, a colossus of metal and mystery awaited him: a Ring forgotten by human history. There, an ancient intelligence—a Monitor of the Installation—saw not a lost child, but the worthy heir to an impossible legacy. Raised among titanic structures and the secrets of a technology that defied the laws of the Empire, Kael grew up far from Arrakis, from the intrigues of the Landsraad, and from the echo of the spice. But he did not forget his name. Nor his blood. Years later, when the Monitor declares his apprenticeship over, Kael returns to the known universe—not as the exiled son, but as the wielder of a power the Great Houses cannot understand or confront. As Paul Atreides faces his own destiny in the arena of Arrakis, Kael contemplates a broader horizon: He will not fight for a throne... He will fight to rewrite the rules of the game. But even in his unstoppable rise, questions haunt him: Is he master of his own will, or just another cog in a design even more ancient than the Bene Gesserit? Can a man molded by machines retain his humanity... or is Kael Atreides the first emperor of a new age where flesh no longer rules?

There was no pain. Pain is a biological concept, a warning signal for organisms that can be repaired. What happened to me wasn't an injury; it was a suppression. One moment, I was crossing a rain-slicked street in a city whose name no longer matters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and cheap coffee. The next, reality buckled. It wasn't a truck, or lightning. It was as if the universe had blinked and I were a speck of dust caught in God's eyelid. The blackness that followed wasn't the absence of light. It was a blackness with weight, with texture. A pressurized ocean of nothingness. I don't know how long I floated there, if "time" and "being" were still applicable verbs. Then, the Entity manifested. It had no form. To describe it would be to impose human limitations upon it. It was a consciousness so vast that its mere thought generated gravity. Its voice didn't resonate in my nonexistent ears; It vibrated directly into the core of what remained of my consciousness, like the tolling of a bell the size of a solar system. "A CORRECTION," the Entity said. Its tone wasn't apologetic, but rather a statement of fact. "YOUR THREAD WAS PREMATURELY CUT BY A FLUCTUATION IN MY PACE. A DECIMAL ERROR IN THE COSMIC MATRIX." I was incapable of responding. Fear was too small for this place. "THE LAW OF BALANCE DEMANDS RESTITUTION. YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BROKEN TIMELINE. THE OPTIONS ARE DISSOLUTION INTO THE ETHER OR REINSERTION INTO A NEW FABRIC." Reincarnation. The choice was instinctive, the last desperate cry of life clinging to existence. "SO BE IT. YOU WILL CHOOSE THE STAGE." BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT THE COST FOR THE MISTAKE. THE UNIVERSE YOU ARE GOING TO IS FRAGILE. YOU WILL NEED WEIGHT TO ANCHOR IT. The Entity didn't give me a list of options. It simply instilled the gifts into my essence. And they felt like molten lead was being poured into my soul. First, the Structure. I felt my ghost pattern thicken, becoming impossibly hard. A biology engineered under a dying red sun, meant to drink the radiation of younger stars and convert it into divine power. But with it came weakness: dependence on that light and vulnerability to the radiation of its lost home, a stone that doesn't exist in the universe I am going to... perhaps. Second, the Archive. It was the most painful. It wasn't a data download. It was the opening of a dam. The complete knowledge of a civilization that had transcended matter and energy. Level 10. Equations for creating baby universes, the music of the spheres, the language of creation itself. My human mind screamed under the pressure. It was like trying to contain an entire ocean in a teacup. I would have to learn to filter, to ignore 99.9% of that cosmic noise just so I could think about how to tie my shoes without accidentally triggering a quantum collapse. Third, the Seed. A genetic promise. The absolute certainty of propagation. The guarantee that any union would result in offspring not only viable, but superior. A forced improvement of the species. In the void, this felt cold, clinical. A tool of biological domination. "FATE IS SET," the Entity boomed, its presence beginning to fade, leaving me alone with my new and terrible burden. "YOU WILL BE INSERTED INTO A POINT OF FRICTION. A LINEAGE ALREADY OVERLOADED WITH DESTINY." NOW IT WILL CARRY TWICE THE WEIGHT. The darkness began to spin. I felt an attraction, a dizzying fall toward a distant, cold point of light.

When the System descended and turned Earth into a dungeon-crawling death game, most people got combat classes—Warrior, Mage, Rogue. Takeshi got something different: Corporate Drone. While others gained flashy skills and legendary weapons, he received a briefcase, a tie that never wrinkles, and abilities like [Overtime Exploitation] and [Meeting Scheduler]. His employer? The Black Company, a ruthless interdimensional corporation that treats dungeon diving like just another day at the office, complete with quotas, performance reviews, and mandatory unpaid overtime in monster-infested hellscapes. But Takeshi isn't complaining. In his old life, he survived Japan's most brutal work culture, mastering the art of endurance, efficiency, and turning corporate BS into actual results. Now, those same skills that made him a salaryman legend are his path to power. Every monster killed is a KPI met. Every dungeon cleared is a project completed ahead of schedule. The Black Company doesn't care if he lives or dies. His party members think his class is a joke. But Takeshi has spent years climbing corporate ladders built on backstabbing and impossible deadlines. And while other adventurers burn out chasing glory, he grinds forward with the relentless, soul-crushing determination only a black company veteran possesses. Because in a world where everyone else is playing hero, sometimes the key to reaching the top is knowing how to work the system—literally.

Depois de perder a mãe devido ao câncer, An Chu Xia é “adotada” pela família Han. Ela acaba frequentando o prestigiado Royal College of Stein, onde seu colega de casa, o famoso Mestre Diabo, Han Qi Lu, torna sua vida um inferno, mas a ajuda nos momentos difíceis. Nomes Associados 恶魔少爷别吻我 Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me Mestre Diabo, não me beije Master Devil Don't Kiss Me E Mo Shao Ye Bie Wen Wo Wu Mo Siu Ye Bit Man Ngo 恶魔少爷别吻我1 恶魔少爷别吻我 第一季 恶魔少爷别吻我第一季 惡魔少爺別吻我1 Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me Season 1 恶魔少爷别吻我 第二季 Master Devil Don't Kiss Me 2 , Master Devil Don't Kiss Me Season 2 E Mo Shao Ye Bie Wen Wo 2 E Mo Shao Ye Bie Wen Wo Di Er Ji Wu Mo Siu Ye Bit Man Ngo Dai Yi Gwai 惡魔少爺別吻我2 恶魔少爷别吻我第二季 我的恶魔少爷 Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me Season 3 Master Devil Do Not Kiss Me 3 E Mo Shao Ye Bie Wen Wo 3 Wo De E Mo Shao Ye 魔少爷别吻我 第三季 我的惡魔少爺 Notas Escapadas Literárias Tradução sem fins lucrativos, todos os devidos créditos ao autor: 锦夏末 Status: 916 Capítulos Autorização dada pelo grupo de tradução do chinês para o português por xbiquge. AVISO LEGAL: Estou simplesmente traduzindo. A única coisa que é minha é a tradução. Se o proprietário oficial do webnovel desejar que eu o remova, farei isso. PS: Por favor, considere apoiar o autor doando a ele por meios oficiais. Todos os direitos reservados Tipo: Novela da Web (CN) Gênero: Drama, Josei, Romance, Maduro Etiquetas: Personagens abusivos adaptados ao drama Personagens arrogantes Casal brigão Faculdade/Universidade Protagonista feminina Interesse amoroso Apaixona-se Primeiro abuso sexual Personagens ricos Linguagem: chinês Autor(es) Jin Xia Mo 锦夏末 Artista(s) N / D Ano: 2012 Status no COO: Volume 1 451 Capítulos Total 916 Capítulos Completos Licenciado: Não Completamente traduzido: Não Editora Original: xiang5

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Zang Ruìnà died at twenty-two, face-down on a spreadsheet, her heart finally surrendering to a decade of sleepless nights and bottomless coffee. No heroics. No prophecy. Just another white-collar worker ground to dust by a system that had no use for her beyond what she could produce. She did not expect to open her eyes again. Now she is Reina, a forest elf of the Veridian Weald—slender, silver-haired, and burdened with memories not her own. In human reckoning, she is twenty-two. In elven years, she is young enough to be foolish and old enough to know better. The body she wears carries fading scars from a life she never lived: a skirmish with poachers, a fever that nearly claimed her, a mother who sang her to sleep beneath trees that glow with primal magic. But the world she has entered is no dream. Aethelgard is a land where magic flows like blood through the earth—and where every spell demands its price. The Arcane Conclave polices power with iron formulas and colder judgment. The Rootweaver Circle watches the forests with ancient, suspicious eyes. And the Order of the Mortal Coil hunts those who seek to cheat death, unaware that death has already spat one soul back into the light. Reina remembers spreadsheets and subway commutes. She remembers burnout, loneliness, the quiet desperation of modern life. Those memories should be useless here. Instead, they become her edge. When a conflict erupts between the druids of the Weald and the encroaching expansion of a Suncinder Basin trade cartel, Reina finds herself caught between two worlds that despise each other—and neither trusts an elf who thinks like a human. To survive, she must navigate political intrigues, bargain with fey spirits who sense something wrong about her, and confront the terrifying truth: magic can be learned, but its cost is written in flesh and soul. She came from a world that worked her to death. Now she must decide whether this one is worth living 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?"