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A new game called Warriors Online has been realised and Ichigo Kioto is the first one to buy it. When Ichigo started playing everything was normal but then he realised he can't log out! Watch how Ichigo surpasses his limits and look for a way to escape.

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"Hera, run away now!", My dad yells before the final bullet hits his chest and gushes out blood, all I can do is trip over myself, in a desperate plea to get away from the hunters.

adjective | sor·did | \ ˈsȯr-dəd \ •not moral or honest •very dirty and unpleasant [TAGALOG] MATURE CONTENT| R-13 | Mina Ann Ramos, labinwalong taong gulang na dalaga. Nagtataglay ng maamong mukha na nambibighani sa mga kalalakihan. Kaya naman kilala at habulin ito ng mga tao hindi lamang ng mga karatig-barangay kundi pati ang mga dayuhan na bumibisita sa kanilang lugar. Ngunit walang kaide-ideya ang mga nagpa-pantasya sa dalaga, na sa likod ng kanyang maskara ng kagandahan ay nagtatago sa anino nito ang isang sikreto. Matagal na ikinubling sikreto na hindi makakayanan ng sikmura ng iba at hindi katanggap-tanggap sa paningin ninuman. Alamin, ang kanyang natatagong lihim. Ang maruming lihim ni Mina. M alaswa. I nggit. N akadidiri. A siwa. ~ Book Cover by @eurybia- Status: On-going New Chapter every Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday!

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"Sold?" I repeat. “You are selling me? To whom?" Alpha’s eyes instantly darken. I have broken the rules of our society by questioning him. But how can I not? How can he expect me to stand there and say nothing? Did he really expect me to accept my fate without any push back? I brace myself for a blow for my subordinance. Instead, Alpha watches me with a sparkle of malice in his eye. I realize in an instance there is more to the story. He has more news for me. The matter of me being sold is just the tip of the iceberg. "They do not have a pack name,” he says finally. My heart starts to beat wildly. It hammers in my chest, threatening to break my ribs. This can only mean one thing. "A rogue?” I stammer, light-headed with breathlessness. “You have sold me to a rogue?"

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It happened so suddenly… I was walking with some friends on our way to get something to eat and in just a few moments I was gone. The moment flashes in my mind… my friend took one wrong step and began stumbling into the road, as I leapt forward to try to desperately pull her out of the way of the incoming truck… she… suddenly changed stances jumped back out of the road essentially breaking my ankles, leaving me thrown off by her sudden quick movements to stumble into the incoming traffic. As I tried to regain my footing to get out of the way, it all went black. I felt like facepalming myself out of embarrassment in the darkness… all of my plans for the future, all of my efforts until this point just to go out in such an embarrassing way… speaking of… “Where am I?” A tall, burly, man stands before me with a serious expression on his face and continues to say with a hearty voice “You are at the pearly gates, my friend. After your… er… unfortunate accident your time on Earth has come to an end.” When I finally landed, I felt myself enclosed in some kind of container. I tried to open my eyes but nothing happened, I could only feel a comfortable warmth that enveloped me entirely. “Did I somehow end up back up in some different area of Heaven or whatever that was?” “No this feels a little different, but—” I began to feel extremely drowsy. The combination of warmth and comfort was coddling me to sleep, everything was beginning to feel fuzzy… “What does it matter where I am? What does it matter who I am?” my consciousness began to drift… and my memories began to slip away… “No…wait!” Suddenly I felt my whole body being moved and felt a cool rush of air all around me, the warmth and comfort I had been in was gone and the sudden exposure to cool air caused me to cry out. I felt as if something was holding me and wrapped me in some kind of fabric, I tried to move but felt myself with little energy and no power and struggled to force my eyes open seeing a beautiful brunette woman with bright brown eyes looking down at me. I no longer felt the pull at my memories, I didn’t know who she was but for some reason in her embrace, I felt secure and quickly fell into a deep sleep. “Well, I’m a baby right now anyway, and this body is definitely influencing my mind, so this has got to be excusable… isn’t it?” At that moment, an interface appeared before my eyes: Soul Progression activated: [Name: XXXXXX] [Race: Human] [Status: Wet] [Attributes: Strength 0.15, Constitution: 5, Vitality: 3, Agility: 0.25, XXXXX: X] [Abilities: [Soul Progression], [Steady], [Quirky Stomach], [Cosmic Whiplash], [Structured Mind], [XXXX XXXXXXXX]].

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?