minimum wage

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.

**“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.

“Some journeys are meant to lead you home, even if you’ve never quite known where that is.” Tarini Singh, born in the heart of Haryana and raised amidst the buzzing streets of Los Angeles, returns to the land she once called home, seeking something she can't quite name. What she finds instead is a marriage to Devraj, a man whose heart remains mysteriously tethered to the deserts of Rajasthan.Together, they are caught in a delicate dance of longing and restraint, each waging a silent war within themselves to open up and let love in. Their chemistry is undeniable, yet their pasts and fears stand between them like invisible walls. As the battle between their hearts intensifies, they must decide whether to surrender to the love they’ve begun to feel or continue the fight that keeps them apart. A story of passion, vulnerability, and the tender journey of two hearts learning to trust and belong to one another.

Karuka is a....psycho. Absolutely crazy. He will do anything to get what he wants. God complex. Manipulative. And all the above. Hiroto definitely doesnt see whats coming until its a bit too late for him. (Art is not mine. All rights go the the creator)

Lagi jalan eh ketemu cowok ganteng tapi sayangnya.... iya sayangnya cowok itu udah ada yang gandeng alias punya pacar. Eh tapi… sepertinya ada yang salah. Sip… kesempatan ini akan Haku gnakan sebaik mungkin

karena sejatinya takdir tidak akan pernah tertukar, aku berharap miliku adalah takdirku.

All I wanted was to be someone's first choise. someone's everything but that wasn't written on my fate. so I let go of that futile wish and focused on myself. Building myself, my career, my life. I wanted to attain every wish I had to forget about " being loved" and I did. Until I met "him" . I don't know what this attraction & hatred i feel all at same time whenever I come near or see him. So from my intuition & experience in bad luck i promised myself to avoid him at any cost . But a clap can't sound with only one hand. why does he always come near me, try to talk with me when he doesn't give any other soul any attention. what is this unavoidable circumstances what always puts us together. I don't want to be near him , whenever I am I get the strong urge to cry & belittle myself. The more time we spent together the more this unknown flashbacks come to me. what is happening? who is he ? what are we to each other?

Damon un hombre boxeador arrogante y un poco malvado muere tras una lucha donde el oponente perdió el control pero se arrepiente de lo que hizo en toda su camino de boxeador y alguien le decide dar otra oportunidad tras su arrepentimiento dándole un sistemapara ayudarlo en el nuevo camino que ca a recorrer