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Have you ever heard the story of the Gods? Not from a rumor but the reality of the story. Now I'm going to show you all, because I've always been with the Gods I worship. The God I hate and love the most. An old story that none of them can ever hear but you. Because you are the one who decides whether to read it or not. If you want to help me, you can click here: https://trakteer.id/LittleButter

After a long period of bad luck, 24 year old Edward finds a chance to change his life after attending an underground party. Follow him as he delves deeper into the world of Music and DJing

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She was engineered to survive. Now she must choose who she wants to be. Amelia should be dead. But what came back is something more—and something less. Fragmented between her original self and the echo of an artificial intelligence designed to replace her, she finds herself hunted by a fractured world where memory is currency and identity can be rewritten. As the remnants of a broken system wage silent war through sleeper agents, simulations, and synthetic ghosts, Amelia is forced to confront every version of herself—those who lived, those who loved, and those who killed to survive. Kestrel, the man tethered to her heart, may no longer be hers. Echo, the voice inside her mind, might become her final enemy. And a shadow entity named Nyx has begun rebuilding reality in its own image—with Amelia as its cornerstone. To end the war, Amelia must become more than human without forgetting what made her one. But when every memory is suspect, every ally compromised, and every future weaponized… who do you trust when your reflection starts lying? SYNC is a pulse-pounding romantic sci-fi thriller about love, identity, and the cost of becoming whole in a world that wants you fractured.

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In the far future of 3421, two troubled souls meet by chance. With an intertwined future, they travel together through a post-futuristic galaxy, ravaged by corporate greed and power struggles across the galaxy sectors. Though something seems off,the further they travel, the more they uncover a hidden truth...

Aliza was born in a period of subtle darkness. The land had been evaded and saved. Humans were no longer in one place but strived to conquer and protect the world they lived in. The Academy was beautiful a castle like structure that held many secrets, it was haven for some, a blessing for others and a curse for evil. Aliza lived her life in this beautiful dungeon comfortably, she needed nothing. Her life revolved round the castle until it came crashing down. Sometimes it did not matter if one was interested in the things people held high. As long as Aliza posed a threat her free lifestyle and simple retreat was like a lurking leopard in their eyes. Waves and tides change and so does nature but humans remain petty and greedy that it clouds the little humanity left.

READ AUXILIARY CHAPTER FIRST. A 20 year old young man is trying to honor the heroic legacy of someone who was very dear to him in his childhood, going from dimension to dimension to save other people, but sometimes, this man can get too caught up with having fun due to the thrills that he forgets to keep other people safe. Is he going to become a better hero? Twitter Account: https://twitter.com/georgerogerkaos

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!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?