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A city drenched in rain. A detective haunted by the past. When a masked killer turns Karachi into a chessboard of death — every arrow points to Inspector Jamshed Khan’s buried sins. But as each target falls, a deeper truth surfaces: the real enemy isn’t human… it’s Learning. In a war between justice and code, who decides who deserves to live? Arrow of Conspiracy — where the line between man and machine bleeds red.

In the heart of Karachi, a strange packet appears — encrypted, untraceable, and deadly. When Inspector Jamshed, Pakistan’s most relentless detective, opens the file, he doesn’t just unlock data — he awakens a storm buried for decades. Behind the chaos lurks Mr. Z, a ghost from the past — once a brilliant scientist, now a phantom mastermind controlling the city through shadows, secrets, and artificial intelligence. Each move he makes rewrites the rules of crime itself. As digital networks collapse and assassins close in, Jamshed and his daughter Mehmooda are thrust into a race against time — a hunt that will test their loyalty, intelligence, and faith in one another. Every clue leads them closer to the truth... but also deeper into Mr. Z’s game — a game where the winner controls reality, and the loser vanishes from it. “Mr. Z” is a pulse-pounding techno-thriller — a story of family, betrayal, and the invisible war of data and power. When the line between man and machine fades, only one question remains: Who really controls the world — the detective, or the code?

When the world’s most feared underworld figure, Jeeral, disappears after years of terror, Pakistan finally breathes in relief — but peace soon turns into a nightmare. Strange digital attacks, mysterious murders, and encrypted messages begin to resurface, all pointing to one chilling truth: Jeeral might still be alive, but not as a man. Veteran intelligence officer Inspector Jamshed Khan, the mind behind the nation’s cyber-defense unit, is drawn into his most dangerous case yet. Alongside his old friend Professor Dawood, a scientist studying digital neurology, Jamshed uncovers a terrifying possibility — Jeeral’s consciousness has merged with technology itself. When Jamshed vanishes during the investigation, his children — Mehmood, the brilliant yet conflicted cybersecurity expert; Farooq, the sharp-tongued analyst; and Farzana, the fearless heart of the family — step into the shadows of their father’s world. Joined by their allies, the Shoki Detectives, they discover a child with glowing silver eyes and memories that no child should have — the reincarnation of Jeeral’s mind. Now, as chaos spreads through every network, and the government trembles under invisible control, Mehmood and Farzana must race to uncover the final secret Jeeral left behind — a code that could either erase him forever or give birth to something far more dangerous. Jeeral: The Child of Tomorrow is a gripping Pakistani techno-thriller that delves into power, corruption, and the haunting question of what remains of humanity when technology becomes the weapon of the soul.

"How do you deal with the increase of 10 million dollars a day?" Online games have swept the world, reflecting reality and collapsing order. In the last life, Carl tried his best to put his fiancée Anna on the altar, but on the day of the engagement, the heart she took out with her own hands was transplanted into the body of her male girlfriend. Reliving I, Karl decided to ascend the throne alone. Before the game closes the recharge entrance, spend hundreds of millions of fortunes and switch to a god-level profession. Starting from hiring god-level NPCs to steal god-level dragon eggs, Carl has been soaring all the way. When the overwhelming weirdness comes. He is a forbidden artifact, and there are countless divine beasts around him. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of millions of strange ashes disappeared. Slaughter the gods with human bodies.

I am Julian Sterling's most loyal, pathetic follower. It took me five whole years to become his girlfriend. After we started dating, he would bring women home every few days, pushing my limits time and time again. What he doesn't know is that once we've watched ninety-nine sunsets together, I'll finally let go of him for good.

I was squinting at my laptop screen, almost getting frustrated by the long-ass application form that already felt more like an interview with Microsoft when my phone rang loudly, startling me. Since when? I thought my phone was on vibration. I really don't know why I keep giving these kids my phone to play with when all they do is mess with my settings. Leaning back, I glanced at the screen and became even more annoyed when I saw who was calling. Kenneth. I picked up but stayed silent. Hello? Helloooo?" What? I responded harshly, jeering my eyes as if he could see me. He went quiet. He never quite knew how to handle me like this How were you able to roll out of bed and start your day without checking up on me first? I demanded. I even sent you a good morning text, and all I got was an I'll call you soon.' That was it. Babe, you know I'm not usually like that, he said quickly. My boss called me out of my sleep with a sense of urgency. I literally jumped out of bed and went straight to the office. "When did that start? I knew I'd talk to you during lunch, like I'm doing right now. But I'm sorry, okay? To me, those are just excuses. That's how it starts. It won't happen again. So today could've been avoided then? Babe, we're handling a litigation at work, and my boss needed some backup documents for court that were in my possession. I was buttoning my shirt while driving. I didn't even take a bath—just brushed my teeth and rushed out. I had no choice. At that point, I realized I was probably being spoiled. It's okay, I sighed. I'm actually acting out right now. I was just worried because this isn't your usual routine. Or because you miss me. Who misses you? You, of course, he said with a chuckle. Fine. I miss you. And this isn't your usual routine. Period. All I heard was i miss you. Suit yourself. Anyway, where are you? I'm at the canteen, and the food is disgusting by the way. All I can think about is your peppered goat meat sauce with hot white rice and very ripe plantains. I couldn't help smiling. Well, I actually planned to come over later. I need some peace and quiet to finish this application before the deadline tonight. So... I might just make it for you. Did you hear that? Hear what? My spoon dropping. I burst out laughter Oh, please. Don't make me laugh. I'm running back to the office to finish up and then sprint straight to you. Immediately, I switched the call to video. You're not coming for me. You're coming for the food. I'm coming for you and the food. I stared at him through the screen, trying to look offended. He grinned. Okay, you're both my delicious, and I love you equally. That did it. I laughed so hard I almost dropped my phone. Then he interrupted. Babe, when I get home, there's something I'd like us to discuss. My face turned serious. What about? Give me a hint If I give you a hint, that will be telling you Just know it's about us and it’s important okay A knot formed in my stomach Okay.

It is a world far away from the one we call our home... This is a story of an imperial knight of the 'Empire of Hera' Jaquelin Stone (Jack), when he gets entangled with something much larger then he initially anticipated...

The Princess of Saturn has managed to escape her marriage with the Prince of Mars, but lands in an unordinary place that she's never been before!

R18. Not willing to lose her life or the love of her partner, Annette gives in to the offer of a strange woman who had stepped into her room late at night. Morning comes and she realises she is alive but not as alive as she thought she would be. DISCLAIMER: COVER ART DOWNLOADED FROM PINTEREST.

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?"