kingsman logistics

He was looking for love while she.. she was looking for power.

The world may have ended, but the logistics center still operates—within my very own dimensional subspace.

When Tomoaki Arakawa loses his comfortable office job in Tokyo, he takes a night shift position at Hoshino Logistics, a quiet warehouse near the docks that promises steady pay and little stress. But from the very first night, he realizes something is off — the strange electrical hum that never stops, the flickering lights, the boxes that disappear from his logs. Every coworker seems to know something he doesn’t. They avoid certain aisles, whisper about “Section F,” and refuse to answer his questions. When Takeru witnesses something moving among the shelves — something that shouldn’t exist in this world — he begins to uncover the warehouse’s buried history. As nights pass, the boundary between his human world and something other begins to dissolve. The security cameras catch shadows that aren’t there, shipments arrive with no senders, and old employee logs mention names of workers who never officially existed. But quitting isn’t an option. Because once you start the night shift at Hoshino Logistics… you don’t clock out.

Sebelum Dia lahir, Namanya sudah di perbincangan, Hamba - hambaNya sudah memberitakan akan kehadirannya, 700 tahun sebelum Dia lahir, NamaNya di sebut penasehat yang ajaib, Bapa kekal Allah yang Perkasa Dia melebihi semua manusia yang pernah datang ke bumi, Dia mewakili BapaNya, yang mengatasi segala alam semesta. Di dalam NamaNya ada kekuatan yang luar isa,namun Dia lemah lembut penuh kasih, Dia datang untuk misi yang belum selesai, misi ini adalah misi tersebut yang pernah ada di dunia, penuh resiko, berbahaya, bahkan nyawany bisa adalah taruhan ya Belum ada satu orang pun yang dapat menyelesaikan misi ini, oleh karena itu Dia harus datang, agar misi ini selesai. Bagaimana kelanjutan misi ini, apa yang akan terjadi, seperti apa musuh - musuhnya menghadapinya. Dia hadir di tengah - tengah orang - orang yang ingin membunuhnya, Fia harus masuk dalam pelatihan agar, lolos dari pembantaian.

Zinvul Variance is a young legionnaire who is an A-list warrior in the proud kingdom of Chamenos. In a world mastered with cherub swords, he gained the title as the scorch master. His life went through a ridiculous training as a legionnaire for the sole purpose of destroying the villainy kingdom of Paradeiso. The day has come when he encounters the Paradeisian legionnaires in the middle of a lone dying desert. As he clashes with them in an expected bloodshed . . . an unexpected revelation of truth unveils.

The kingdoms of Seryad had destroyed their towns, burnt their homes, and cut down the people, leaving Dagon the last surviving Dragon Kin not under the Four Kingdoms’ iron fist of tyranny. For what? Out of fear. Dagon was one of the race called the Dragon Kin, which had the innate ability to commune with and control dragons. The Four Great Kingdoms feared the power of the dragons, and in turn, killed every Dragon Kin and enslaved every dragon they could. But some managed to flee, hiding away within caves, mountains, seas, forests and valleys. But Dagon could not simply stay on hiding. His guardian, a dragon once bonded with his father, would do all she could to keep him within their safe haven, but Dagon wanted to leave, he wanted to avenge his fallen family. But first, he’d have to find a dragon to bond with. But where, where could he ever find a dragon? And so, he would leave, setting his feet on a path laid out and woven in shadows and bloodshed. He would begin his journey to find the dragons, and to conquer all of Seryad. He would become the one true Dragon King. Join the Discord for questions and chats at: https://Discord.gg/KIN/Webnovel Art belongs to original artist. Check out my other book, YIN: Raised by Demons to Slay Gods Based on power stones I’ll be writing more or less. I will generally do 1-2 chapters a day. For every 30 ps, I will release an extra chapter on Mondays, Thursdays and Sundays. So, for example, 30 ps=+3chapters a week. 60=+6, 90=+9, 120=+12, so on and so forth. Every chapter will be an average of 1000-1500 words. Each volume will be an average of 100 chapters or more. Please leave comments or reviews if you guys like the content! I love hearing your feedback!

Amaya has a secret, but she has it under control. Almost. Everything is fine. Everyone is safe. As long as no one touches her skin.

An underground boxer named, Luke Weaver, also known as King is killed after winning his last fight. And just after his death he is brought back to life in a fantasy world as a young girl's familiar by necromancy. However, he and the necromancer are captured by a king of gold's right hand man, a master of Taekwondo to be apart of his tournament of death. Now, Luke must compete in endless fights against monsters and fighters to win his freedom and new life or die again.

Thousands of races coexist, where the sword and Magic shine together, the Human Race, Sea Race, Elves, Dwarfs, Orcs ... all rush to unfold the light of civilization, composing their epic tragedies! (A Lord's Farming Tale)

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!