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Custom Made Demon King

Roy's life was nothing special. The only thing commendable was the last few moments when he saved a mother and her child from a drunk driver. ... It's really an egg! Damn it, what kind of monster have I become? Did I fall into Hell instead of making it to Heaven?? Join Roy as he ventures through various worlds with the Custom Made Demon King System—a system that allows Roy to draw anything he can imagine and create it through exchanging souls!

My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

"At first, I thought I was running a regular restaurant, until I realized my customers were not quite normal..." … Chen Ze just kindly helped up a fallen old man, but received a reward for inheriting a Dream Restaurant! On the first day, he met an Otherworldly Girl with a pink avatar and an elf like appearance. But she called him Inferior Race, and even waved her hand to summon spider silk to bind Chen Ze. It turns out that this restaurant belongs to Necromancer, and Chen Ze was also misunderstood as a subordinate of Necromancer. Then, more magical creatures followed one after another… Chen Ze finally realized that his guests... all don't seem to be human?!

The Princess of Northern Land

Lin Ziyin, modern day mechanical professor especially hired by the school, had the potential for great achievement in her field. However, due to family reasons, she could only treat her mechanical research and teaching as a secondary job, pouring all her energy into the farm and the food business before. Despite her low-key approach, she was unable to suppress her sister's rage, and a furious car crash sent her straight to ancient times. Indeed, she had excellent character, so why did the heavens send her to the sparsely populated Northern Land. Known as the death zone, those who were banished to this borderland would spend their lives and perish there. However, Lin Ziyin was quite satisfied with her own identity. Even if she had lost the protection of her parents, she still had the protection of her siblings and grandfather. Of course, she also had her younger brother and nephew at home who needed her protection. This abundance of familial love was enough to compensate for the hardships caused by poverty at home. Poverty, she wasn't afraid of, as she had experience in farming. With large swathes of uncultivated land, the Northern Land was practically custom-made for her. The heavy workload didn't matter either, she was proficient in designing all kinds of small tools. Whether it was the emperor's absurdity, not providing aid to the border king, or the shameless Tatars that would rob them frequently, none of these posed a problem for her. She could think of solutions for everything. It wasn't uncommon for the border king to tell everyone how lucky he was to have married such a wonderful queen!

I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

As the owner of an ordinary bookstore, Ling PingAn’s biggest wish was to muddle through life and do absolutely nothing.   However, customers that were right in the middle of their pubescent crisis kept visiting his store in the dead of night.   For the sake of his business, Ling PingAn had to mimic their childish tones, sparing no effort to promote the books in his store.   When he finally managed to sell his books after going through a great verbal tug-o-war, each and every one of them said that they don’t have money, and that they wish to use various tools that were seemingly divine artifacts as pledge.   Looking at these customers, Ling PingAn could only agree to them resignedly.   But little did he know that every single book that these customers purchased from him had altered in appearance.   “Secrets of Cosplay” became “Lower Abyss Research Report”   “Stellaris: Settings for Synth Ascension” was in fact “Gospel for Synthetic Beings”   What’s more, in the eyes of these customers, he was actually a horrifying ruler of Diablos, an indefinable entity that held the reins of all realms.   In this regard, Ling PingAn said, “I’m not, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense.  

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