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The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person. Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up. Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come. No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession. "If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

Look, I didn’t ask to be reincarnated. And I definitely didn’t ask to be the early-game villain in some dumb otome game. But here I am—Leon Aster, the guy who’s supposed to get his a** kicked by the heroine before the story even really starts. Yeah, no. F*ck that. I bailed before the plot could kill me, planning to live a quiet, stress-free life. But now? ✔ A god is watching me for entertainment. ✔ A talking sword won’t shut up. ✔ The strongest villainess in the game is on a one-way trip to going insane. ✔ And my system keeps throwing me into life-or-death quests I never signed up for. I just wanted to relax. Instead, I’m over here saving the world, one bad decision at a time. Because if I have to suffer through this stupid otome game— I might as well make it fun. --- This novel is full of profanity so if you don't like cursing then ignore this one.

After pulling an all-nighter reading a 1-star novel online whose MC had the same name as him, Jamie finds himself being pushed into traffic and dying at the hands of Truck-kun. Who knew God would give him a second chance? It's too bad the new life he would be given was the same as the plot that he read from the night before? ~~~ Jamie: F**k, is it too late to die again and ask for a third chance? God: Yes. Jamie: Goddamit.. God: Okay. Time for you to screw the villain and save the plot. Jamie: Wait, what? God: I said, 'Screw the plot and save the villain.' Jamie: ... Oh, thank God God: You're welcome. Thank you for your support! I'll be updating frequently

My life was mediocre, but that's okay. I got run over and died, but that's okay. I revived, but... wait... that's not okay! This miserable world, full of magical creatures, dangerous people and daily threats of planetary destruction. I know it --- this is the planet of that damn game! A doomed paltry world, whose salvation lay at the hands of despicable brainless characters! And, as if that weren't enough, I'm reincarnated as one of the protagonist's many romantic partners?! ''Long live the great hero!'' ''Stop calling me a hero!'' Why is everything falling apart? Sh*t! This is not good at all! [Volume 1 - ''Way Up to be Stronger!'' (On Going)] [The cover's photo is not mine. If you're the author and wants me to take it down, just contact me~] = Collections Goal: 95/100 (Bonus Chapter as soon as we hit it) = PS Goal: 17/100 (Bonus chapter for each 50 PS)

A man walks through Berkal on his bare foot, filled with fantasy & technologic advances his life is the last thing this world could call an Immortal King... Or for us, an Homeless uncle farming aura & destruction for a living... don't mess with him or he'll blast through evrything at the very cost of his soul if need be.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Wright Charlotte, was not with me. His private jet had taken him and his assistant to a Michelin-starred restaurant instead. When he returned, he presented me with an exquisite blue diamond ring to make amends. "Rannie, darling. I'm just so buried in work." The next day, I saw a limited-edition vintage sports car, far more valuable, parked in his assistant's designated spot. Then, they made love in my house while I was sleeping. To keep me pacified, Wright drowned me in luxury. The haute couture gowns and exclusive handbags felt like a mockery. I glanced at the calendar. The countdown began: fourteen days. Before I left, I prepared a gift for my husband and give him a ... surprise.

"... This Eminent One already reached the status of Bathala... But... This position took this One's five lifetimes to be achieved... And now... This One is bored... ... ... Shall this One start living like a hermit then? Out of responsibilities and... For me to live my life, leisurely?..." ____________________________________________ All characters, plots here are fictions, for those people that have the same name... This is not you and mere coincidences. Will only release a chapter depends on real-life situation. Maybe, 2-6 per week? Dunno.

So.... i wanted to drink my coffy but i got murdered by the mugger, then i wake up and woke up as one of the worst side characters ever that only exists to be the main character punching bag. .... Well screw that all. I ain't letting anybody write my own story nor I will become character in somebody else story.

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!

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.