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Andine mengira, menyetujui perjodohan dengan Andra adalah keputusan yang membahagiakan. Namun, kenyataannya tidak demikian. Pada malam pertama, Andine sudah menjadi sosok istri yang terbuang. Andra bukan hanya tak menyentuhnya, ia juga mengatakan kalimat menyakitkan yang sama sekali tidak pernah Andine duga. Bagaimana bisa Andine hidup dalam rumah tangga penuh luka tersebut? Menghadapi sikap dingin dan ketus sang suami setiap hari, istri mana yang tidak tersakiti? Andra tidak mau dicap sebagai suami yang buruk di mata orang lain, ketika ia bersama Andine di luar sana, sifatnya akan berubah drastis menjadi sosok suami yang baik. Penyayang dan penuh cinta, jauh berbeda ketika mereka berdua ada di rumah.

On the day of his spiritual root test, he was found to possess a fifth-grade root. In this lifetime, it would be nearly impossible to break through the Mid Qi Refining stage. The immortal sects refused to accept him. The path to eternal life seemed forever closed. Coincidentally, the Demonic Sect was collecting s*aves from across the lands, those with poor aptitude, branding them as “Spirit s*aves”. They used a forbidden cultivation art that burned lifespan as fuel, raising numerous batches of expendable materials. These s*aves would sacrifice their own cultivation to produce spiritual sand, a resource consumed by the Demonic Sect. Wang Yu, captured from Stone Lake City, was taken to the demonic lands. As a spirit s*ave, he entered the demonic path. Fortunately, he possessed the mysterious [Idle Slot] , which could solve many of his problems! —— [Idle Slot 1: Bloodburn Art] Bloodburn Art (0/100): Train 48 sessions per day; achieve mastery in one year.

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Trigger warnings: Gore, graphic descriptions of violence, self-harm, suicide, mild language “With every strike of lighting comes thunder. But after comes a wonderful awe for the majesty of the power it holds. One can't help but feel a sense of disquietude for the fiery destruction that follows.” It was once a beautiful world. A world inhabited by all kinds life. But what can only be described as divine intervention occurred, spiraling the world into an uninhabitable wasteland filled to the brim with deadly monsters sent to slaughter all life on the planet. Only one man remains. A traumatized young man who has been lost for years gains the blessing of immortality in a cruel twist of fate. He is cursed to wander the wasteland in search for his wife forever. One day he comes across a gas station that mysteriously gains power. A radio carrying the message of someone from “Unit twenty-one” tells him of “world restoration.” With a new sense of meaning, he sets out to find his wife, starting with finding “Unit twenty-one.” (Graphic description of self harm) “He threw himself off a six story building, landing facedown on the ground. His entire body splattered across the concrete. Every bone in his body had snapped. His entire face and upper half of his head had been pulverized, and his brain was turned into soup upon impact. It painted the curb red, and any remaining chunks of his frontal lobe rolled into the road. He pain was immeasurable, but bearable if it meant he'd finally die. He went unconscious and he thought he finally succeeded, but he woke up a moment later. The guardian Angel loomed over him.”

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Redrick Goldberg was an adopted child in a highly regarded family. He lived together with 15 other orphans and enjoyed his childhood. but death and war caused the family to fall apart. now the young man is struggling with his memories and the relationship with his siblings, but an encounter with a fallen noble might change him. Will he reach the peak of his potential or will he stay wasting away his live?

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You think you know how this story goes. Some pathetic loser from Earth gets hit by a truck and reborn as a glorious hero in a fantasy world. Blessed with an all-powerful system, a harem of beautiful, adoring women, and a future paved with easy victories and triumphant battles. That’s what I was promised. A cosmic redo, a chance to shed my pathetic skin as a cynical, basement-dwelling hater and finally live a life of consequence. Only… the script was flipped. The so-called "goddesses" were laughing, and the "destiny" they handed me was a sick joke. The power I received wasn't for fighting dragons; it was for something far more interesting. My path wasn't paved with gold—it was littered with the shattered remains of my own foolish optimism. The people I was meant to save became my betrayers. My allies were my first enemies. And the world I thought I could conquer became a relentless, mind-breaking grind set to hell mode. It’s funny, isn't it? When you're a professional hater, you think you've seen the worst of humanity. This world showed me I was just an amateur. My greatest weapon isn't a legendary sword or a fire-spitting spell. It's a collection. A Pokédex of souls I've captured. I don't catch monsters; I capture people. Not their bodies, but their very will. There's a moment in everyone's life—a moment of ultimate despair, a crushing betrayal, a total loss of purpose—when their spirit shatters. I learned to recognize that moment. I learned to harvest it. These aren’t mindless servants. They are broken, remade, and eternally loyal to me. They possess all their skills and memories, but their core motivation is now just to serve my will. They are my ultimate pawns, and their loyalty is not a gift; it's a consequence of their suffering. Some call me a monster. I just call it a different kind of grind. I'm not the only one playing this game. I've found others—fellow misanthropes, each with their own unique brand of villainy. We meet in lavish, hidden dens, surrounded by wealth we've stolen from the foolish and the weak. We scheme, we lie, and we laugh at the stupidity of this world. We are a gathering of villains, but we don't even trust each other. Everyone here has a secret. But there is one person in this world who stands out. A paragon of justice. The handsome, charismatic hero with a tragic backstory and unwavering resolve. He’s everything I was promised. He’s the chosen one with the absurdly powerful "Friendship" ability, and he's my nemesis. He’s a flawless archetype. Too perfect, if you ask me. This isn’t a battle between good and evil. It’s a fight for the narrative. The hero believes he is the protagonist, destined to save this world. He's so sure of it. But I'm the one writing the story. The only way to win a rigged game is to become the game master. This is my second life, and I'm not playing by their rules. I'm making my own. You think you know how this ends? You don't. And I'm inviting you to find out Group https://www.reddit.com/r/chaosandcanon/s/F9XXA5C61F-reddit https://t.me/+7YlPJOIsHOU3MDI8 -telegram

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I took the day off to stay home and prepare a special dinner, only to receive this message from my husband, Ethan Lyle: "Something urgent came up at Lyle Technologies tonight. I have to work late. You should get some rest early." The moment I read that message, all the excitement and anticipation I had built up came crashing down. I couldn’t help myself and texted back, "Can you come home early? Have you forgotten what day it is today?"