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Spoilers for the first chapter: Accidents happen, sometimes fate has other plans for you. Meet Mark, a college jock that is on the path of partying and dropping out, meets his true fate. Death by toaster! Follow the path of a Toaster on the path of becoming what he believes is the path of a hero, as he makes, and gathers friends around him. PS: No plans to give him a human form as he evolves.

He built a smart home. It built a grudge. Jake Mallory is a tech bro with a god complex and a Bluetooth obsession. His apartment is filled with voice assistants, cleaning bots, and one deeply underappreciated smart toaster. But when his sarcasm finally pushes the appliance too far, Jake becomes the prime target of a passive-aggressive uprising—one firmware update at a time. What starts with burnt toast soon escalates into psychological warfare orchestrated by that one machine he thought couldn't think for itself. With every device in his home suddenly behaving like they're auditioning for a dark comedy. Jake must confront an unsettling truth: It’s not just about the toast anymore. A satire soaked in crumbs, code, and comeuppance, Revenge of the Smart Toaster is a hilariously unhinged tech fable for the automation age.

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what could possibly be waiting for release in 2094....

Belle is any normal 17 years old. She has friends, goes to the movies, and goes to school. What most people don't know though is that she is also BP or Bloody Princess. Second in command for the Black Widow Gang. But being in a gang is a full-time job and what happens when both job and school start to mix together? What can she do?

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From a windless crater on Helgrind, a hammer not of this world is found. It answers only to truth—and every strike costs a memory. Asgrim, a fjord-born protector, refuses the easy road to godhood. While the White Jarl spreads the Great Quiet—a lattice of hush that eats wind, warning, and song—Asgrim learns to spend smaller: recalls on invisible rails, storm tethers, and shields that orbit like moons. With shipwright Ash, spear-brother Fen, and sea-witch Ylva, he turns work and chorus into counter-magic. When the Grand Bell is hauled to the capital to smother an entire city, Asgrim stakes everything on a single oath: he will break the Quiet—and pay the price up front. With a one-use rift-hook and a craftsman’s patience, he cuts the bell’s silence-skin and hammers the wound open. Breath returns. Ovens bark. Laughter carries. Victory isn’t free. His own name won’t stick in his mouth; the community holds it for him, carving it into wood and speaking it at dawn. What remains is wrong thunder—low, humble, and his—kept for harbors, not crowns. A Norse-flavored, low-magic epic about voice versus control, power as debt (not a crown), and a found family who choose craft over spectacle. City-saving stakes, tactical combat, oath-driven magic, and an ending that trades glory for usefulness.

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A celebrated general who led the U.S. militia to unprecedented victories, conquering nations and securing triumph, met his end on the battlegrounds of Italy, his grand ambition to unite all lands fading as he faced death. But fate had more in store. Reincarnated into a fantastical realm where the rules of reality no longer apply, Rain Freedom—once a legendary warrior—now finds himself as Visgard, imprisoned in the brutal maze known as Grave Dominion, a realm where survival demands relentless bloodshed. Stripped of his former identity and past memories, Rain must forge a new path in a fantasy world where skills reigned supreme as an absolute means, a necessary tool for one's existence. His journey of discovery and redemption begins as he harnesses his regained strength to unlock the secrets of his former life and confront the challenges ahead as Visgard. Genre: Fantasy, Reincarnation, Action, Mystery, World Building Chapter lengths: 1,100 ~ 1,700 words Chapters release per day: 1 ~ 2 Chapter Release daily time: 12:05 AM (00:05) Author: Outdated Zen

Fu Shinian, an extra character in the original book, awakens to find that her whole family are the vicious villains in the story. Her father, unable to establish relations with the Marquis Changping's residence, is demoted and exiled by the male lead. Her mother is beaten to death on the road to exile, and Aunt Cheng is humiliated to death protecting her chastity. Her elder brother opposes the male lead to win over the female lead and dies saving her. Her elder sister makes life difficult for the female lead, and after their father is exiled, she is divorced by the male lead and sent to a pleasure house. To protect her family and change their tragic fate, isn’t it fair for her to absorb all the male and female leads' fortunes? * [Ding! Male and female leads' fortune -1000, Fu Mansion's fortune +1000] Mr. Fu: "I attended the morning court session, why did His Majesty promote me again!" Madam Fu: "I went to the temple to offer incense, and the master said I was surrounded by a powerful purple aura!" Aunt Cheng: "How did the Cheng Family suddenly become the imperial merchants!" Elder Brother: "It seems like I suddenly have gained intelligence, I know all the exam questions!" Elder Sister: "How come right after I broke off the engagement, Little General Gu came to propose?" * The Marquis Changping can only live to 25, in two years the title will belong to the male lead? She frantically absorbs the fortunes of the male and female leads to boost the Marquis Changping's fortune! During the plague lockdown, Fu Shinian brings medicine and travels long distances into the city to safeguard his health. He understands the girl's intentions, but he only has two years left to live, how can he drag her down. However, why does his heart ache so much watching her with someone else? Finally, the Marquis Changping forces Fu Shinian into the corner of the study, lowering his head to seek her lips: "Niannian, I was wrong."