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Yoksulluk içinde büyüyen Sunny, hayattan hiçbir zaman iyi bir şey beklemiyordu. Ancak, Kabus Büyüsü tarafından seçilip doğaüstü güçlerle donatılmış seçkin bir grup insan olan Uyanmışlar'dan biri olacağını o bile tahmin etmemişti. Harap olmuş büyülü bir dünyaya nakledilen Sunny, kendini korkunç canavarlarla - ve diğer Uyanmışlar'la - ölümcül bir hayatta kalma savaşında buldu. Daha da kötüsü, aldığı ilahi güç küçük ama potansiyel olarak ölümcül bir yan etkiye sahipti...

The year is 2341. For four decades Humanity has fought a losing war against a ruthless and imperialistic alien coalition. In a last ditch attempt to turn the tides, they open a portal to the past and offer a deal to the governments of yesterday. "Technology in exchange for human lives." And thus Folgore is born. A military division for past humans, kidnapped and forced to fight in a war three centuries after their time. As the war rages, untold dangers lurk hidden in the shadows, biding their time and sharpening their fangs.

The sun is dead. A black wound festers in the sky where it once burned. But even in death, the Coffin Sun bleeds—shedding searing fragments that fall through the stratosphere like divine shrapnel. When they strike earth, they rewrite the laws of flesh, mind, and memory. Touch one, and you're no longer yourself. You’re possessed by the light. Sixteen-year-old Tharin Wraec touched one. It didn’t kill him. It unmade him, then forged something worse. Now, his shadow walks beside him—alive, radiant, wrathful. A spectral twin of golden fire that moves when he doesn’t, speaks when he won’t, kills when he can’t. Together, they are hunted by zealots, dissected in dreams by suns that scream, and worshipped by the broken as a messiah of ash. Every step they take peels away another layer of the world. Time warps. Cities melt into myth. The old sun whispers behind reality’s veil, and it wants him back. His body is failing. His mind frays at the seams. But Tharin doesn’t want a cure. He wants vengeance. Because when the light touched him, it made a mistake. It left him alive.

Being stolen as a child, Golgotha grows with power, and the thought of being an heir to the Asis organization, he has everyone subjected to him, he is emotionally deprived, he only hopes for more power, he is brutal, and a Savage. But does it all belong to him? has his life's mission been nothing but a waste of time? does the power and authority he wields belong to him? Read how our amazing Golgotha lives his life, his relationship with everyone, his ending

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As time passes, and Ages come and go, history holds firm as the reminder of humanity's story. Stories are passed down, immortalized, and never forgotten. One such story has stood the test of time, and is considered the very first, oldest story ever told... 'Though this history shall soon be forgotten, the Epic of Gilgamesh shall live on forever in my memory, as a sign of who I once was and the sacrifices I had to make.' 'I have learned many things, and have seen even more. I have lived fulfilling lives and accomplished great things. That story has long ended, but my story still remains unwritten!' 'So now, I write my own story! A story of the things unknown to all! The story of Gilgamesh, untold!' *Inspired by the Ancient Mesopotamian 'Epic of Gilgamesh,' and Based off of the work of iKissTurtles (Who I am working with to publish this fantastic take on the age-old character).*

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!

Shocking! The rough husband is the hidden master in the time-travel novel. She is the sacrificial victim for the male lead's pursuit of true love, the pitiful person who transforms grief and indignation into motivation, the obsessive person who constantly wants to slap the male lead's face with money, the lemon essence contrasting the female lead’s gentleness and generosity. Xu Qinghuan: Emma, is this talking about me? Xu Qinghuan transmigrated into a book, into a time-travel novel written by her best friend, where her father died early, her mother remarried, and she was raised in her second uncle's home since childhood. Her cousin and fiancé are entangled? "Break off the engagement, whoever wants the central air conditioner can take it!" Her biological mother manipulates her with work? Isn't it just going to the countryside? The Great Northeast's black land is fertile, where every year you can lie on the heated kang and eat for half the year. Which corporate slave wouldn’t love it? Most importantly, there is a big shot she wants to cling to. Jiang Xingye is someone that even the male lead admires, the future global richest man, the hidden master in the book. After going to the countryside, Xu Qinghuan goes straight to Jiang Xingye. Her original plan was to be a little follower for the big shot and never thought of developing an inappropriate relationship with him. When the man gruffly raises his eyebrows and coaxingly tells her to hold on a little longer, she only wants to ask: What about being wealthy and detached? What about having a strong career ambition and no time for romance? What about being a 007 workaholic who doesn’t even return home?