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Prison No. 9 is the largest and most secure prison in the Kingdom of Karls The prison, from the beginning of its construction to the present, has been more than 600 years, zero of jailbreak rate, coupled with very good benefits, makes this place become The coveted place of employment for the prison guards of the Karl Star Country. Lin Jie once had such an ideal, and fought for it And God did not fail his efforts, after from birth to Now, after twenty-three years of struggle, he has finally entered the ninth Prison has successfully become a prisoner.

Silas was riding inside Truck-Kun, flooring it to kill a demon who possessed a friend when it was stopped like hitting a wall. He shot through the windshield and was issekaied the hard way. If dying wasn’t bad enough, his ex-wife, the daughter of god, was put in charge of judging him and his family. She decided to reincarnate them into leeches and toss them into a magical world during a boss fight.

IT'S HELP FOR ME NOT MY NOVEL NOT MY BOOK JUST RECHERCHE!!!

The United Universe should have given up reclaiming Earth when Thomas Deliah was nearly killed, and The Halcyon badly damaged on Hill 3551. Five years later, with twenty two million dead and Humanity still living in the stars, the U. U. feels helpless. Thomas Deliah, the legend they've created, refuses to fight and holds the Halcyon hostage. So the United Universe does the unthinkable: Hires his daughter to take the machine back at all costs. Even if that means killing her father to do it.

Architech, một bộ tộc, một nhóm người, một cái danh đáng tự hào đã được nhiều cá nhân của thế giới này đặt cho họ để nhằm tôn vinh cũng như bày tỏ ngưỡng mộ trước sự thông minh và khả năng chế tạo, xây dựng nên những tạo phẩm đầy tuyệt diệu nhưng cũng không kém phần nguy hiểm của họ. Một cái danh đủ để cả thế giới biết đến họ, nhưng đồng thời cũng nhấn chìm cái nguồn gốc thật sự của chính họ, cái tên thật sự của chính họ trong lãng quên. Những kẻ dạo bước nơi sa mạc khát khô kia, họ thật sự là ai? Chúc Phúc, một cậu trai Architech trẻ đã rời khỏi khu hầm nơi bản thân đã sinh ra và lớn lên để hướng sâu hơn vào khu vực trung tâm lục địa với mục đích tìm kiếm và giải mã món bảo vật mang tên Trái Tim Giả Của Người Sáng Tạo - thứ tạo phẩm ngàn năm có một với sức mạnh đầy quyền năng và được đồn đoán là có khả năng hồi sinh người chết, hoặc thậm chí là xa hơn nữa… Chu du qua từng thành phố, vương quốc; gặp gỡ biết bao người hay cũng như đối diện với những mối hiểm nguy chực chờ. Một kẻ lãng du trong những câu chuyện cổ tích mà người khác viết lên, một con cừu đang bước ra khỏi cổng chuồng để tiến về phía màn đêm. Chúc Phúc, bản thân cậu trai trẻ ấy sẽ tìm thấy được gì nơi cuối cuộc hành trình của bản thân?

Here lies the deepest and darkest thoughts of a girl named Dulce Acosta

Synopsis? Who cares after reading the first chapter. It's horror, thriller, gore with a little pinch of comedy. Anything more will spoil the fun.

Alyx used to be a shining star, an Alpha with a bright future and a bright smile... until he fell in love with Ferr, another young Alpha. When their love was found, Ferr did what he had to in order to save his own skin; he put all of the blame on Alyx, and the werewolf was thrown out of his pack. Alone now, Alyx is a feral wolf killing anybody who comes near him to slake his thirst for blood. That is, until he is captured by Cean- a handsome human with a cloak the color of blood. Can Cean tame the wild beast Alyx has become? Who are the people who have taken a sudden interest in the rogue wolf? And why, exactly, was Cean out in the forest in the middle of the night with a trap meant for werewolves?

What if the laws of nature could bleed? In the silent deep beyond stars, the Architect weaves living worlds—each governed by flawless laws of time, gravity, and cause. No prayers shape his hand. No gods are born beneath his watch. He does not rule—he creates, then steps back. Civilizations flourish. Empires fall. Poets and tyrants dance on the edge of meaning. But something breaks. A ripple. A radiance. The Glimmer. Not a miracle. Not a curse. A flaw—beautiful, deadly—fracturing the laws that bind existence. Where it spreads, mountains float, time stutters, and those it touches wield terrifying power. Order unravels. Worlds collapse. The balance begins to fail. The Architect refuses to erase his creation. Instead, he sends an Echo—a mortal soul shaped from his essence. No powers. No divine knowledge. Just a flicker of instinct, a hunger to heal. He walks the shattered realms. He remembers what others forgot. The Glimmer is not a gift. It is a wound. As whispers turn to truth, and knowledge spreads like wildfire, the wound begins to close—not through violence, but through understanding. Over eons, more Echoes rise. Some spark revolutions. Others vanish. Some become legends: The Nullifier who broke a floating empire. The Time-Weaver who rewrote a dying age. The Shadow-Sage who outwitted entropy itself. And sometimes, it is not the Echoes at all—but ordinary souls—who rise to do the impossible. At rare moments, the Architect walks among them. Not to command. Not to save. But to witness. He eats their bread. He listens to their songs. He smiles when they don’t recognize him. For in their small defiance of decay… In their choice to mend what was broken… He sees the one thing he never designed— Hope.

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!