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In a world where competitive gaming is more than just a hobby, Elijah "Zero7" Kane starts his journey as an isolated teen chasing purpose through the game StrikeLine. Guided by a mysterious personal interface visible only to him, Eli embarks on a grind powered by quests, stat boosts, and gut-wrenching decisions—both in-game and in life. As he levels up from a bullied school kid to a professional esports champion, Eli battles fierce rivals, burning ambition, and the haunting pressure of performance. His obsession drives him to international stardom but slowly chips away at his identity. With trusted teammates, heartbreaking betrayals, and a quietly wise love interest who sees beyond his interface, Eli learns that victory means more than just winning. Spanning over 15 years of growth, this manhua-style gamelit saga explores mastery, friendship, emotional quests, and the fragile art of letting go. When the system starts to fade, Eli must decide: who is he without stats? And what kind of legacy will he leave behind? In the end, the true challenge isn’t the final match- it’s discovering the player behind the username.

A bullied and worse at academics girl is a famous secret gamer and real life parkour player. She enjoys jumping here and there and is also called "Parkour Goddess".  Soon she meets a guy who is also popular like our girl but he is not a parkour god but he is called, "Clutch God" also known as "Monkey God" as he is greatest at making stunts at jumping and now let's see, what will happen when they both will meet.

Astrid finds herself captive in the heart of the demon realm, held by the enigmatic Demon King, Regaleon. But her plight is intertwined with that of Leon, her trusted friend, who also finds himself imprisoned. Unknown to Leon, he is the reincarnation of Regaleon's long-dead younger brother, a connection that fuels a dangerous game of power and destiny. As Astrid fights for survival, she uncovers a web of ancient prophecies and hidden truths that bind her fate to Regaleon and Leon's shared past. Will she break free from the demon's clutch, or will destiny bind them all together in a tragic embrace? In a realm where trust is a luxury they cannot afford, Astrid and Leon must confront not only Regaleon's power but also the shocking truth about Leon's past before it destroys them all. Extract — “In the Demon’s Clutch” “Astrid: Leon, what’s wrong with you?” Her voice trembled as she took a cautious step forward. The man before her — the same one who used to smile at her with warmth — now stared blankly, head tilted slightly, as if her words were in a foreign tongue. Leon’s lips parted, confusion flickering across his features. “Who is Leon?” he asked slowly, eyes narrowing. “Why are you calling me that… and who are you?” Astrid froze. His voice — colder, detached — was nothing like his own. Then his gaze shifted, finding the figure standing a few feet away. “Brother,” he said, his tone sharp, almost accusing. “What is she talking about? Who is this… human?” He moved toward Regaleon, each step measured and deliberate, like a predator closing in. Astrid’s instinct kicked in — she reached out and grabbed his wrist. “Leon, please—” His expression twisted with something dark. With a violent jerk, he flung her hand off. “I said, who are you!” he snarled, his voice rising, something inhuman lacing his tone. “And how dare you touch me!” A pulse of energy rippled from him — raw, burning, unstable. His once-azure eyes bled into crimson, veins darkening beneath his skin. Astrid stumbled back as the air around them crackled, heat radiating from his body like fire straining to be unleashed. But before Leon — or whatever he had become — could lash out, a shadow flashed between them. Regaleon’s hand caught Leon’s shoulder, his voice low but firm. “Hey. Easy… easy. It’s okay. I’m here.” Then he turned his gaze toward Astrid, his expression unreadable. “If I were you,” he said coolly, “I’d be careful not to provoke him.” Astrid’s fear gave way to fury. “It’s you, isn’t it?” she spat. “What did you do to him? Why can’t he remember me? What have you done to my friend?!” Regaleon’s lips curved into a knowing smirk. “That’s not the right question, Astrid,” he murmured, his voice carrying a dangerous calm. “You should be asking…” He glanced at Leon, whose crimson eyes burned brighter in the dark. “…what was he — and what has he become?”

After a small section of humanity first freed themselves from the tyrannical rule of their former slave owners: the Tarx. They discovered they could use the corpses of the enemy to manipulate reality in ways human bodies were simply not built to accomplish. They created suits of armour to combat the enemy, named Tarksuns, which became the backbone of all conflict from then on. As more and more of the enemies biology fell into the hands of men, humanity boomed into a technological golden age, leading to rapid expansion and military action to retake the galaxy from the Tarx. They pushed further than ever before, creating vast safe spaces for humans to flourish. It's 2498 AR, and humanity shows no signs of slowing down. Their main force, the Vanguard, and its leader, the Empress of all Mankind, battle with fervour. They are trusted with the creation of new homes, to press on without hesitation. Yet, on a day much like any other, they are stopped dead in their tracks. The consequences of their ever higher sights have caught up. One, a ghost of humanity forgotten... The other, a saviour turned war criminal...

As technology soared beyond imagination, the world we once knew began to shift and crumble. What was once just an image trapped behind a glass screen is now a reality that the human body can touch, feel, and breathe. Yet with every breathtaking advance, there are always those who suffer in its shadow—left wounded by the very future they once wished for. This is the story of those who refused to be forgotten, who fought against the consequences of a world racing too far, too fast

Xiong Yang never thought that his once kindhearted friend would grow into the coldhearted tyrant that he was now.. but after being captured and forced to be a servant to the powerful Yin Xing, he faces a life full of tragedy and bloodshed. Will he ever be able to manipulate the heart of the cruel emperor and escape? Yin Xing is almost convinced until Xiong Yang demands a circus, 230 steamed buns, and a harem of beautiful men! Cover art is drawn by me.

Don't laugh on people but laugh with people

Cries and sobs echoed all around, and he sat alone in a corner, silently weeping. Today, he had lost his only support—his mother. From childhood till now, she had been his whole world. His father had passed away before he was even born. The relatives had long turned their backs, and now only the neighbors were there, offering him condolences. But some pains are too deep for words to heal. He wasn’t just carrying his mother’s coffin on his shoulders—he was burying his entire world.

What we can see is what you cannot, what you see as fiction is what we see as reality. Yet, are we right?

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!