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[{WPC MAY 2025 ENTRY}] (C) 2025 D_Phantom1 Production Kai was just your average broke, depressed high school dropout—until the Mafia chased him down and he got shot. Tough luck, right? Well, not exactly. Next thing he knows, he's waking up in a penthouse bed as Tony Bellingham—the insanely rich, ridiculously handsome heir to Bellingham Industries. Now Kai (er, Tony?) is stuck living a life of luxury, with private chefs, shady butlers, secret pasts, and girls who may or may not want to ruin him. With each day, the mystery deepens—who really was Tony? Why do people around him act so weird? And what’s up with Clara, the gorgeous "friend" who seems a little too curious? On this road, he makes new friends, allies and enemies, maybe even gets his own system! And superpower!!!! All Kai wants is to survive this wild second chance, not fall in love, not get exposed, and definitely not get murdered again. But hey—being rich is kinda cool.

When Tony Watkins discovers a dead man in the elevator of his apartment building, he has no idea there will be more murders. When the second body is found, he and his friends at the club he goes to put their heads together to try to figure out what's happening and who the killer might be.<br><br>Kirk Logan is a man with problems. At twenty-nine, he still isn't out to his parents. On top of that, Tony thinks he's easy -- which is true -- and will have nothing to do with him, even though he wants to help Tony solve the murders. That is until he finally opens up to Tony about why he's the way he is.<br><br>What Tony learns about Kirk, in addition to a third murder, changes everything. Can Tony deal with his feelings for Kirk while trying, if possible, not to become the next murder victim?

Xu Hang was transmigrated into a world where owning a castle was the trend. The lords would have a castle of their own and would use their farmers to harvest resources. They would then use these resources to create armies and wage wars or even upgrade their technologies to build cannon towers. As a lord himself, Xu Hang realized that he could upgrade his farmers. Just as the other lords were wondering how to increase their own resources, Xu Hang’s level 10 farmers could cut down a tree with a single swing and were able to clear a forest in one day. Just as the other lords were trying to add more types of soldiers into their armies so that they could stop the monster waves, Xu Hang’s level 50 farmers were already mining rare ores in the cave of otherworldly monsters. These farmers could even kill any boss-level monster in one shot. Just as the other lords were struggling to expand their castles with bricks, Xu Hang’s level 100 farmers were already upgrading his castle with reinforced concrete. When the other lords were finally ready to start their conquest, Xu Hang had already built planes and trains. “Wars? Is it even necessary? We can just farm and harvest the resources!” Xu Hang laughed.

“ DO NOT LOOK BACK. “ A story where a group of friends decided to mess around by playing the infamous elevator game: a door to the otherworld. Inspired by the Elevator Game. PLEASE DO NOT PLAY IT IN REAL LIFE FOR IT IS A DANGEROUS GAME. I HAVE NEVER PLAYED THIS GAME IN REAL LIFE AND JUST DEPENDED ON THE STORIES ABOUT THIS. ‼️ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ‼️

In the year 20XX, black monoliths rose in every major city — gateways to the Dungeon, a vast underworld of monsters, relics, and the ruins of forgotten gods. Those who entered were chosen by the Dungeon itself, given classes to explore, fight, and survive. When John Ross registered, he expected a combat class. Instead, a glitch threw him into the deepest abyss — alone, forgotten, and branded with the weakest role imaginable: Dungeon Farmer. Surrounded by beasts that devour light and gods who bend reality, John must turn the soil of the abyss into life itself. Every seed he plants changes the Dungeon. Every harvest rewrites its laws. And somewhere in that endless dark, something divine begins to stir — both within him and in the heart of the woman he swore to protect. To live, they must cultivate more than strength. They must grow a world strong enough to fight back. Written by: Wooden_pupper

I love you and you.....! What are you doing? It seems you only love my money. I am here with good news. I was so happy since morning and you...! here, you are stealing money from my bag, Shen said while sobbing. Shen was not angry with him because he was taking money from her bag but because she has seen something worse about him...on her best day. * Shen this is not true, Sen grabbed her from her arms and said. * Sen....! I saw you by myself, Shen told while sobbing and with a shattering voice. She added, It's been two years of our wedding but...! After two years of wedding, they (Shen and Sen) got divorced. But after five years they met again in a business deal. Shen when saw Sen she got shocked. *How is he here? she thought. * How...! What will happen when they met again through a business? Will they fall for each other again? and if, then how? what did Shen see that they get divorced?

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.

Erica: Get out of here now! I screamed, I could feel my throat burning. My voice rose from the depths of my lungs and as a Tingling spread all over my body. The power of my phrase being so great that it became what all of me anxiously yelled. The monster to disappear, to leave now, to no longer exist. He took a step backwards Inadvertently, as if he received a push from my hand, a kick from my leg, as I accepted from him.

Bjorn Ritter only wants one thing -- to live his life away from nosey, demanding bears. That's easier said than done when you're the son of the female running the Bayside Bear Community.<br><br>Cecil Baxter might be a bat, but he grew up away from shifter communities and he's doing his best to continue to keep his distance. Shifters aren't an accepting bunch and Cecil has never fit the norm.<br><br>Already facing a dreaded meeting with his mother, the last thing Bjorn needs is a stranger using his elevator to escape a pack of werewolves. And Cecil, whose day just seems to be getting worse and worse, could really do without the added stress of finding himself trapped in an elevator with a huge bear shifter.<br><br>Still, what could go wrong in three minutes?

When 98 demons slaughter the knight who protected his coop, Clucksworth — a humble chicken — awakens a power stitched from grief. Armed with a plush lance, cotton armor, and a toy horse, he sets out to avenge his fallen master. Cute? Yes. Deadly? Absolutely.