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So, I died. Face-planted on my keyboard after a 72-hour coding marathon. Very heroic. My one dying wish? To finally get some sleep. But the twist is : I got isekai'd. But I wasn't reborn as a legendary hero with a harem and a cheat skill. Nope. I'm a rock. A Dungeon Core, to be exact. My new job description is simple: create a terrifying labyrinth, murder heroes, and generally be a menace to society. Yeah, hard pass. That sounds like way too much paperwork. My new life goal is achieving a perfect 100-year nap. Luckily, I found a bug in the System—or maybe it's a feature? My unique "Slumber System" gives me way more XP (they call it Dungeon Points here) when adventurers take a nap than when I, you know, kill them. My assigned fairy guide, FaeLina, is having a non-stop panic attack about this. Apparently, "aggressive coziness" isn't covered in the Dungeon for Dummies handbook. So, I leaned into it. I started building the world's first 5-star dungeon resort, complete with fluffy moss beds that feel like clouds, a tea shop run by a friendly slime waiter, and pillows that hug you back. The place went viral. Knights come for the naps, mages for the therapeutic tea, and bards for the sweet, sweet content. The problem? My five-star reviews are tanking the property values of the 'Blood Pit' dungeon next door. I'm being forced into official Dungeon Tournaments where my ultimate weapon is a lavender-scented fog machine. And the stuffy bigwigs on the Fairy Council are starting to think my little "peaceful revolution" is a threat to their entire "kill-stuff-for-profit" business model. But the more I build, the more I realize this isn't just me being lazy. I'm uncovering an ancient, world-changing secret about why dungeons really exist, and it's a truth the gods themselves tried to bury. My name is Mochi, and my quest is to level up from a sleepy rock to the God of Dreams. My final boss isn't some dragon or demon lord. It's the original God of Combat himself. And I'm going to challenge him to a Nap Off for the fate of all reality. Who knew the path to ultimate power was this comfy? Here is the release schedule. Monday to Saturday: * 2 Chapters Daily! Sunday (Weekend): * WEEKEND BONUS! 3 Chapters Daily! * You'll get the two regular chapters plus one extra bonus chapter on Sunday! P.S: Read The Author Note For More Fun.

He reincarnated as a background villain. Now the world thinks he’s a legendary mastermind. Kael Vaelthorn just wants a quiet life. But every lazy sigh turns into prophecy, every accidental duel becomes a flawless victory, and every sarcastic comment is treated like divine strategy. Surrounded by swords, secrets, and misunderstandings, he’s the one thing no one expected—the undefeated Darklord who never asked for any of this.

Metavores. Savage creatures from outer space that devour life energy. They came without warning and brought the world to its knees in an instant. Humanity was cornered… until they discovered the Core—the source of the Metavores’ power—and turned it into their last hope. In response, the world formed the Aether Corps, elite military academies, and advanced war tech to fight back. Everyone rushed to become a hero. Everyone… except one guy. Deren. A genius young man who wants no fame, no battles, and definitely no hassle. All he wants is a peaceful life, afternoon naps, and to quietly make a fortune by selling his inventions through the underworld. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. One misunderstanding after another, failed weapons that are way too advanced, and a business that exploded behind his back… All of it pulls Deren right into the center of the world stage. And now, everyone believes he’s humanity’s last hope. The problem? Deren just wants to buy some bread and go back to sleep.

“What do you mean it’s year *****?! I just took a nap, how could fifty-thousand years pass!” Fifty-thousand years ago Earth was evacuated, having slept though everything Annabelle must catch up to the times, find her lost brothers, and take revenge for her planet.

These chapters introduce Alaric Veyne—a reincarnated botanist with plant-based powers—and kick off his reluctant journey in the kingdom of Eldrathia. They’re packed with vivid action, sharp humor, and a salty protagonist who’d rather nap than save the world—but might just do it anyway

In "Pat and Boss," Pat, aged 6, and Boss, aged 16, share a unique bond. Boss once held a romantic affection for Pat, despite the age difference. Pat, being fragile and cute, captured Boss's protective instincts. As Pat had to leave for studies in the USA at 14, he tearfully departed, leaving behind a caring Boss. Upon Pat's return at 18, his physical transformation into a muscular and handsome young man due to his genetics raises questions about whether Boss's feelings for him will change. The story explores how time and physical changes can impact relationships.

"Everyone says, 'goodness will come back to you.' But for Park Hyun, goodness returned in the form of a world-level curse. After dying while saving a stray dog from a truck—which, as it turns out, crashed into an ambulance carrying a critically ill patient—Park Hyun is resurrected by something calling itself the 'World Compassion System.' His task? To reverse all the bad luck and moral imbalance he accumulated during his life, before the world completely collapses because... too much good fortune has concentrated in one person. The problem is, the System is no wise angel—but a garrulous, sarcastic digital assistant who loves judging people's morals with pie charts. 'Congratulations, you are officially the cause of an existential disparity, Park Hyun! We need you to be the temporary Demon King—to balance the disaster.' Now, reluctantly, Park Hyun embarks on an absurd mission: to make people who are 'too happy' feel a little bit of misfortune, to teach heroes the limits of kindness, and to laugh at how fragile the concept of 'justice' is in a supposedly fair world. But the more he carries out his role, Rion begins to realize— maybe the world isn't punishing him. Perhaps this is the world's way of teaching him to love himself... before he can love the entire universe."

auther Chokingyomaru ちょきんぎょ。

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.

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!