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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."

Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

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)

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the world entered an apocalypse and 100,000 people are dragged into a 'game' where they will have to build a shelter capable of withstanding all kinds of natural disasters and radioactive monsters while they themselves increase their strength. [the conditions to be returned to their world are to survive for two years while increasing their strength and reinforcing their shelter or die on the way].

Kit is torn between two lovers and some dangerous people are after her.

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!