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Under Singapore's glitzy facade, a centuries-old mystery is about to once again explode from beneath. Divyane, the Southeast Asian chapter of the Order of Magia, aims to unearth more about the legends surrounding a mysterious place named Pancur. Enter the students of Semangat Junior College. Amidst their supposedly monotonous lives, a conspiracy is unfolding within their very circles. A conspiracy that could change everything that has been known to them. Forever.

Breaking News: Tragic Death of 16-Year-Old Girl Leads to Lawsuit Against School Over Alleged Bullying! In a heartbreaking turn of events, a 16-year-old girl has tragically taken her own life, prompting her grieving parents to file a lawsuit against her school. They allege that persistent bullying within the school environment played a crucial role in their daughter's untimely death. The girl, whose identity is being withheld to protect the family's privacy, was found in her home earlier this week. Devastated by their loss, her parents claim that she endured relentless bullying from her peers, which they believe went unaddressed by the school's administration despite repeated reports and pleas for intervention. In their lawsuit, the parents accuse the school of negligence, arguing that it failed to provide a safe environment for their daughter. They assert that the lack of adequate anti-bullying measures and the school's inability to effectively respond to their concerns created a hostile and dangerous atmosphere that contributed to their daughter's tragic decision. The community is reeling from the news, with many expressing shock and sadness. The school has yet to release an official statement regarding the lawsuit but has expressed condolences to the family. The case has ignited a broader conversation about the responsibilities of educational institutions in preventing bullying and ensuring the well-being of students. As the investigation continues, the family seeks not only justice for their daughter but also systemic changes to prevent such tragedies from occurring in the future. This story highlights the urgent need for comprehensive anti-bullying policies and support systems within schools to protect vulnerable students and promote a culture of kindness and respect.

“Clear!” The word hit the air like thunder. The room snapped with light as the defibrillator pads slammed against my chest. My body jerked once—hard—then fell back against the cold hospital bed. A sharp beep spiked, then flattened again. Somewhere beyond the white glare and noise, I heard her. “Ethan!” Clara’s voice cut through the static, raw and terrified. The sound of it was enough to drag me halfway back to life. I tried to move, to reach for her hand, but my arm wouldn’t listen. “Mrs. Vale, you need to leave.” The doctor’s tone was steady but firm. “No—please, I can’t—” Then her voice broke. A nurse’s shoes squeaked against the floor as they pulled her away. I caught a glimpse of her through my half-closed eyes — her hair messy, her face streaked with tears, her hands reaching for me until the door swallowed her. The air smelled like antiseptic and burnt plastic. I could hear the machines shouting numbers, the doctors muttering commands I couldn’t process. And in the middle of it all, her last words echoed in my head. Words she had whispered only minutes before the world went white. “Ethan, I’m pregnant.” Pregnant. The syllables fell through me like stones. The kind of secret that should have been the start of everything — not the end. My chest burned. The room blurred. Somewhere in the haze, I tried to form the words, I love you. Maybe they came out. Maybe they didn’t. The heart monitor screamed again. Hands pressed against my ribs. The rhythm of life — forced, mechanical, desperate. And still, all I could think of was Clara’s face. The way she smiled when she was trying not to cry. The way she looked at me the day we stood in front of that register, signing our names into forever. If this was the finish line, I wasn’t ready to cross it. Not yet. Not when she had just told me there was more of us out there — growing, waiting. My breath stuttered once. The light dimmed around the edges. And as everything began to fade, I swore I heard her voice again, just outside the door. Soft. Breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Ethan Vale. The beeping flattened into one long, steady note. And then — nothing. I thought I had died. But, then I woke up... I wasn't me anymore...?

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It's a pure comedy. The comedic journey of three friends who are the Ruler of the Universes. They came to complete their last objective. Let's start their hilarious adventure. Even turning the most tragic in to comedy. [ Most of the characters are taken from different mythologies.] It will be quite fast paced. And a lots of grammar mistakes. Enjoy.

Der Rote Drache kam aus den weiten wilden Ödlanden und begehrte alle Kraft in der Welt. Einst trug er zahllose Titel: Zornvolle Flamme des Berges, Höllisches Unheil, Der Karminkaiser, Aschedrache...... Die Welt zitterte unter dem Schatten der riesigen Drachen. Er entfachte den Wahnsinn der magischen industriellen Revolution; im Reich, das er errichtete, brüllten Wywern, Artillerie feuerte im Einklang, und stählerne Bestien erschienen am Himmel und auf dem Land, während Katastrophen aus einer anderen Welt überall wüteten. "Unterwerft euch, oder sterbt." Cassius breitete seine Flügel aus, verdunkelte die Sonne und blickte auf die zitternden Menschen, Elfen und Zwerge unter ihm herab, während er dies sprach. ...... Es ist eine Geschichte über einen Roten Drachen mit einer Spielervorlage, der eine alternative Welt erobert, beherrscht und verändert. (Pseudo von DnD, Die Vierte Katastrophe, Roter Drache)

[A Resilient, Fiery Rebel's Daughter x A Righteous and Imposing Minister of the Court of Judicial Review] Jie Xiangsi has a secret. She is not the real Jie Xiangsi, but the reincarnated daughter of a traitor—Xiao Yan. To clear her clan's name, she deliberately approaches her mortal enemy from her past life, Zhou Yanzhi, the current Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, using Jie Xiangsi's identity as his distant cousin, carefully maneuvering and deliberately flirting. Despite their numerous clashes in her past life, she underestimated the extent to which this official was "unromantic." He mistakenly entered her boudoir, his apology gift being a copy of "The Coroner's Record of Corpse Dissection"; she was accidentally injured, and he took over applying medicine, but without blinking, he tore open her wound, saying to her solemnly, "Cousin, a short pain is better than a long one." Xie Xiangsi couldn't help but fall silent. Could she really win over this high-and-mighty beauty? Yet, on the very night she turned to leave, she was locked in Dali Temple prison by a pair of familiar handcuffs. Before the dark racks, the person who ordered her to be bound had reddened eyes, approaching her and whispering: "So everything you did... was just to overturn the case?" "Did you ever truly have me in your heart?" Xie Xiangsi stared at the walls full of torture instruments, remaining silent. Was this question a wrong answer, one from which she could never escape? But the answer she received wasn't punishment...

Evan Rios, a burned-out 42-year-old line cook, inherits his grandmother’s shuttered diner and a dog-eared ledger that reads more like scripture than recipes. When he serves one simple bowl of soup, something opens under his sternum—a Hearth that turns heat, aroma, taste, and texture into living meridians. Each dish he crafts can unlock a Palate Gate—Umami, Sweet, Bitter, Sour, Salty, Heat, Aroma, Texture—refining power only by feeding people who truly need it. But the city’s “White Aprons” regulate Savor like contraband, the Butcher’s Knot hoards ingredients, and a rival chef grows strong on empty hunger. Pop-up duels, market raids, and ethics-in-every-bite battles force Evan to choose: chase power, or serve it. In a world where flavor shapes fate, service starts when you breathe—and every bowl is a vow.

Fu Shinian, an extra character in the original book, awakens to find that her whole family are the vicious villains in the story. Her father, unable to establish relations with the Marquis Changping's residence, is demoted and exiled by the male lead. Her mother is beaten to death on the road to exile, and Aunt Cheng is humiliated to death protecting her chastity. Her elder brother opposes the male lead to win over the female lead and dies saving her. Her elder sister makes life difficult for the female lead, and after their father is exiled, she is divorced by the male lead and sent to a pleasure house. To protect her family and change their tragic fate, isn’t it fair for her to absorb all the male and female leads' fortunes? * [Ding! Male and female leads' fortune -1000, Fu Mansion's fortune +1000] Mr. Fu: "I attended the morning court session, why did His Majesty promote me again!" Madam Fu: "I went to the temple to offer incense, and the master said I was surrounded by a powerful purple aura!" Aunt Cheng: "How did the Cheng Family suddenly become the imperial merchants!" Elder Brother: "It seems like I suddenly have gained intelligence, I know all the exam questions!" Elder Sister: "How come right after I broke off the engagement, Little General Gu came to propose?" * The Marquis Changping can only live to 25, in two years the title will belong to the male lead? She frantically absorbs the fortunes of the male and female leads to boost the Marquis Changping's fortune! During the plague lockdown, Fu Shinian brings medicine and travels long distances into the city to safeguard his health. He understands the girl's intentions, but he only has two years left to live, how can he drag her down. However, why does his heart ache so much watching her with someone else? Finally, the Marquis Changping forces Fu Shinian into the corner of the study, lowering his head to seek her lips: "Niannian, I was wrong."