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That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

Todo el planeta fue arrastrado a un espacio misterioso conocido como la "Prueba de Civilización", con varias pruebas apocalípticas sucediéndose una tras otra. La crisis comenzó con una amenaza parasitaria, monstruos parásitos reemplazando silenciosamente a los humanos, y nadie sabía si sus familiares, amigos o compañeros de armas habían estado disfrazados como monstruos. Mientras todos estaban sumidos en un profundo miedo, Shen Hao miró fijamente algo extra que apareció ante él. [Colección de Trampas para la Prueba de Civilización] Comienza con un sorteo obligatorio de un Talento Mítico Rojo, mapa de marcado de amigos o enemigos, ajuste de probabilidad de botín, adquisición de puntos multiplicada por cien... Monstruo: "¡Corre! ¡Esta civilización está haciendo trampa!"

Duncan Abnomar was transmigrated to a magical world. Most of the lands of the world had sunken, and the surviving humans could only live on islands. Due to an unknown reason, the world was also contaminated and strange phenomena and things would randomly appear. Humans had developed steam gear technology, and the islands were connected through boats. They survived by studying strange phenomena that happened all around the world. However, as the captain of a scary-looking ghost ship, Duncan was facing a huge challenge. "How the heck do I steer this ship?" Highly recommended by experienced editor: MC is transmigrated to a world mostly covered in water and far from civilization. He becomes the captain of the ghost ship, the 'Homeloss'. He steers through the fog and adventures through the broken world and the unknown deep sea. As he discovers the ruins of abandoned civilization, he would also stumble into the war between the strange phenomena and the devil gods. The story takes place in a combination of ocean and Chutly mythology world, a new and interesting background. It’s an attractive story to read due to the author’s sense of humor and mastery over the ambiance of the story. --------------- Another-style introduction: "On that day, a thick fog engulfed everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the dense fog and faced a completely overturned and shattered world – the former order was completely gone, and peculiar phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society. The island city-states and the fleets challenging the sea have become the only lights of civilization left, while the shadows of old days still lurk in the deep sea, waiting to devour this dying world again. But for the new captain, there's only one pressing question – Does anyone know how to sail this damn ship?!"

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

“Look, Michael! It’s a dolphin!” I couldn’t believe my eyes as the beautiful sea creature leapt from the water. Both of us laughed, but when I locked eyes with him, the only thing I could think about was how badly I wanted him to kiss me. If only he wasn’t my best friend’s dad…. Shelby goes on the vacation of a lifetime aboard her friend Lauren’s yacht, but when she gets there, she discovers Lauren is engaged—to her ex-boyfriend. He had been cheating on Shelby with Lauren for months. On top of that, Lauren’s snooty friends bully Shelby and make her feel bad for being poor. The only good thing about the trip is Michael. He’s so kind, considerate, and handsome. And Shelby thinks he might be interested in her, too. But… he just happens to be Lauren’s dad. Will Shelby and Michael let their true feelings be known, or will she always be longing for her billionaire beach daddy? Longing for the Beach Billionaire Daddy is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

"Huh?" "Save the world?" "Help those in need?" "Why in God's name would I care about that if I won't get anything that I want in return?" "Go bother someone else, I have better things to do." "Now let me grind in peace or I'll destroy everyone and everything you love, weakling!" A beautiful, kind and pure soul from the modern world got transmigrated to another world of fantasy and magic set in the medieval era. Trapped and stranded in a new world, the beautiful, kind and pure soul decides to climb the ranks with the power of friendship and hopes to one day become an outstanding citizen who is loved and respected by all. ******************************** I don't know why I can't add the exact tags I want for female-lead novels so I'm just going to write them here • #genderswap • #transmigration • #weaktostrong • #overpoweredprotagonist • #villain • #ruthlessprotagonist • #evilprotagonist • #action • #fantasy • #mature • #sliceoflife • #slowburn ******************************** Vivian's social media: Instagram: vivian_lightstorm Facebook: Vivian Vivian TikTok: vivian.lightstorm Author being shameless because he can't get a contract: https://www.patreon.com/Immortal_Shades I also plan to post this story at Royal Road under the name "Silver_Copper_Pen"

Xu Jinzhi vivió una vida saludable hasta los setenta y cinco años, falleciendo sin mucho sufrimiento, y aparentemente sin grandes arrepentimientos o insatisfacciones. Sin embargo, mirando a su hijo, hija, nietos y bisnietos junto a su cama, Xu Jinzhi no pudo evitar pensar en su difunto esposo que murió joven en un accidente, preguntándose si podría verlo nuevamente—si tan solo pudiera. Al abrir los ojos después, Xu Jinzhi se encuentra sorprendentemente transportada varias décadas atrás en el pasado, en un momento en que las familias Xu y Xie estaban negociando un matrimonio de negocios. Sin dudarlo, menciona el nombre 'Xie Yanchuan'. En su vida anterior, casarse con Xie Yanchuan fue una elección reluctante, pero en esta vida, ¡lo elige decisivamente! La familia Xie tiene una influencia significativa en Ciudad A, sin embargo, Xie Yanchuan es el miembro ignorado de la familia, eclipsado por su hermano mayor que lleva las responsabilidades familiares y un hermano menor, frágil. Esta situación no molesta mucho a Xie Yanchuan; él está contento viviendo tranquilamente. Un día, el acuerdo matrimonial con la familia Xu recae inesperadamente sobre sus hombros, ¡resultando en su matrimonio con la mujer llamada Xu Jinzhi! Xie Yanchuan inicialmente se prepara para un matrimonio de respeto mutuo o no interferencia. Sin embargo, ¿por qué Xu Jinzhi siempre lo sorprende con sus acciones inesperadas?

In a world where the strength of one's awakened spirit determines your starting point, the orphaned Li Yu awakens a low grade spirit: a blood-red Koi fish, deemed a Grade One, Inferior spirit fit only for a decorative pond. Mocked for his misfortune and with no future in his village. His "useless" Koi possesses a divine, heaven-defying ability: it can devour the spiritual energy and life essence of any aquatic lifeform. To cultivate this power, Li Yu forsakes the path of a glorious disciple and willingly enters the prestigious Green Mountain Sect as a menial laborer, securing the most despised job—a fish farmer in the sect's Aquatic Beast Pens. Surrounded by an endless ocean of cultivation resources that only he can access, he begins his journey on a path of silent cultivation. Armed with two heaven-sent techniques, the «Abyssal Leviathan Physique» and the «Myriad Rivers Returning to the Sea Art», Li Yu navigates the treacherous sect politics and hidden dangers from the lowest rung of the ladder. His cultivation art conceals his growing power, cloaking his presence with the aura of a simple fish, allowing him to grow stronger under the noses of elders and geniuses. While others see a quiet, hardworking orphan, he is an unseen predator in a tranquil pond, patiently absorbing the power to one day become a leviathan that can swallow the seas.

[Dúo fuerte + Aplastar al canalla + Mimos dulces + Drama de persecución de esposa + Protagonista femenina con identidades ocultas] Después del divorcio, ella se transformó brillantemente, con identidades ocultas por todas partes, convirtiéndose en presidenta de la noche a la mañana, blandiendo un bisturí y asombrando al mundo con sus habilidades quirúrgicas. Para su sorpresa, su ex-marido estaba bastante entusiasmado en perseguirla. Cuando fue cuestionado por una loto blanca, el hombre se burló: "¡Ella no tratará tu tipo de neurosis!" Rodeado por medios de comunicación chismosos, el hombre amenazó con dominio: "Si no quieres ser incluida en la lista negra, mantente alejada". "El que debería irse eres tú", dijo ella, llena de desdén. La consecuencia de rechazar sus avances fue quedar atrapada en un rincón, incapaz de moverse. Él presionó contra su nariz, casi besándola: "Cariño, ¡volvamos a casarnos! ¡No me importa ser un padrastro!" Noelle: ... Ahora la pregunta es, ¿debería seguir permitiéndole ser un padrastro, o decirle que el bebé en su vientre es en realidad suyo?