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A century ago monsters know as Sin manifested on Earth wreaking havoc throughout the human civilization. Slowly, like a stain that grew over time, the Sins began to take over the human continents. Humans threatened with extinction, evolved to gain supernatural powers, but the Sins were overwhelmingly strong and only seemed to get stronger over time. They badly needed a hero to save them all from imminent extinction. This was when Sicarius Venia, a man who had been revived through thousands of worlds is reborn on Earth. But this time not as a savior, his mission was the complete opposite; the extinction of every lifeform in the planet. Watch as Sicarius enters Earth in its time of need. Growing strong in the guidance of those that he will eventually massacre. Will he obey his God and destroy the world to achieve his goals, or will fate stray him away from his plans? DISCLAIMER: I do not own the image used as the cover of my story.

Synopsis I died. Again. Not in some dramatic battle or noble sacrifice—but by slipping in the bathroom of a dingy apartment back on Earth. Tragic, I know. But hey, at least the universe gave me a second chance. Now I’ve reincarnated into the body of a spoiled young master from one of the richest clans in the cultivation world. He was arrogant, lazy, and hated by everyone—including his own servants. Luckily, he died. Even luckier, I took over. With his absurd wealth, a powerful cultivation base (that he barely used), and a body sculpted like a playboy’s dream, I’ve got everything I need. Oh—and did I mention he was a dual cultivator with a “Heaven-Grade Yin Physique” that makes women... curious? But I’m not here to play the fool. I’m rewriting the script—starting with payback on everyone who ever looked down on me. And maybe “cultivating” a few beautiful companions along the way. Power, women, enemies, and a mouth that always gets me in trouble… This is going to be fun.

He was surrounded by people, but there was nobody he could connect with. Her path was full of fame, but everything was taken away from her. They were alone in their own worlds. Until they weren't anymore. [Excerpt] The whole universe flowed in his surroundings while he just stood there, not moving an inch so he wouldn't disrupt the requiem of his rebirth. At that moment, he was reborn as the musician he wanted to be. His very own soul was touched. All he wanted was to leave his imperfect body and join the sounds like a vital stream, ready to collapse in the universe and become one with it. He looked at her. Dreams come true. Dreams can also die.

John is a 27 year old office worker that live an ordinary life until he was summoned to another world along with the chosen heroes . after being identified as a peasant , he was banished from the castle with some gold as a compensation and became laughingstock of the King. Forced to live as a commoner , john decided to embark an adventure to find the mysteries of this world while climbing the ranks of most powerful entity of this world with his commoner skills, hoping comeback on his world and protect the innocent people.

Every dream has a ladder. Every step comes with a fall. In the city of Hollowbrook, Eli Vance lives a quiet life — small apartment, part-time job, big dream. His world revolves around Eternal Nexus, a massive online strategy game that has become both his escape and his calling. When the new season begins, Eli makes a promise to himself: this is the year he climbs. No more excuses, no more giving up after losses. He will rise through the ranks — no matter what it costs. But the climb is more than just a game. Behind every screen name lies a story, a rival, or a regret. And when Eli’s former teammate — the volatile prodigy Rook — suddenly reappears in his matches, old tensions flare, reigniting a friendship that once burned too bright. As Eli fights to prove himself, the line between the digital world and his real life begins to blur. He’ll need to balance exhaustion, loneliness, and the quiet weight of chasing a dream that might never pay off. The Climb is a slow-burn, character-driven journey through obsession, friendship, and ambition — a story for anyone who has ever stayed up too late chasing something that felt impossible.

“Is it not enough that I was born with nothing…? That I have nothing…? That… I am nothing…?” Deep down, I really believed that if I just tried hard enough, if I stood up, if I reached out, if I cared, then maybe the Tower would see me. Maybe if I did the right thing and did what’s right could still matter… even for someone like me. However, that was a stupid and a foolish mistake. Because the Tower doesn’t listen to people who don’t have power! I mean... I can cry and scream all my life, all my lungs, and all I wanted. But. Unless I have something the Tower wants, it will never hear me. So then... What if I, a NONE with NOTHING, climb the Tower built only for those with SOMETHING? None Shall Climb. —-------— Note: The author is a complete newbie and this is my first time writing a first-person POV. Thus if I dare request, don't expect this as such a grand story.

Six hearts. One band. Not everyone will stay in tune. When Elliot—heartbroken, guilt-ridden, and still strumming the chords of regret—tries to win back the girl he lost, he sets off a chain reaction that pulls the entire group into emotional disarray. Roxanne wants nothing to do with him. Sienna wants him—for all the wrong reasons. Adrian wants him to heal… but maybe not just as a friend. Mia believes in second chances—for love, and maybe for herself. And Dante? He just wants to keep the group from falling apart. In a band where every beat counts, one wrong note can change everything. Broken Chords is a messy, emotional, and heartfelt ride through friendship, betrayal, love, and the music that ties it all together.

A man who was once the strongest in the world… Unfairly betrayed and killed, when he opened his eyes, he was in a pink female body?! “Even with this body… I will never give up!!” Will she really be able to endure all kinds of humiliation and degradation and climb the tower?

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!