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Airen Parreira is a boy who sleeps to run away from reality. People mocked him, calling him a ‘deadbeat’, but he had no wish to change. Until one day, he dreamt of a swordsman… It was a dream about a talentless man who had been training by swinging his sword for decades.

In a world where magic thrives and mythical beasts lurk in the shadows, Tohgi Akura is born into the unforgiving southern district of Vandekar—a lawless land ruled by bandits and plagued by poverty. Despite his humble beginnings, Tohgi harbours an audacious dream: to achieve recognition not for himself but for the overlooked and downtrodden people of his homeland. To realize this dream, he must become a Knight, a title synonymous with honour, power, and nobility. Tohgi’s raw talent rivals the elite, but his lack of noble heritage leaves him scorned by the privileged. Yet, his unwavering determination and resilience catch the attention of influential figures who see potential in the unrefined boy. With their guidance, Tohgi rises through the ranks, challenging a society built to keep people like him in the dirt. However, ambition has its price. As Tohgi carves his path toward greatness, his defiance of the status quo ignites conflicts that spiral into devastating wars. In his quest to protect those he loves and uphold his ideals, Tohgi must grapple with the weight of his choices and the sacrifices demanded by his legacy. The Journey of Tohgi Akura: 1. The Knight’s Path. 2. A Knight’s Dilemma. 3. Terrorist’s Mirror. 4. The Dark Truth. 5. National War. 6. Rise of the South. 7. The World Engulfed. Tohgi’s brilliance and strength make him a natural leader, but his journey is defined by contradiction. His moral ambiguity, reliance on intellect, and tendency to isolate himself complicate his path. Beneath his unyielding exterior lies a man burdened by the pain of his people and the weight of his choices. As he battles societal rejection and his inner demons, Tohgi’s story asks: Will he be remembered as a hero… a tyrant… or… just another man? Tohgi’s Odyssey is a tale of ambition, loyalty, and the unrelenting cost of dreams—a story of a boy’s rise from the shadows of poverty to the heights of power, and the tumultuous legacy he leaves behind. Do not hesitate to comment your thoughts at any point in the story, it would bring me great joy to be able to interact with readers of my work. I hope to see you on the other side. PS: Bold text indicates the use of magic, parenthesis () indicates thought. Thank you! Enjoy! :)

A SICILIAN MAFIA LOVE STORY!!! Andrea Heston, who's a skilled thief despite being born into a wealthy family, witnesses a murder and since the culprit is determined to silence her forever, her worried parents decide to do the last thing she would expect them to-betroth her to a man she has never met in her life- A cruel Mafia Lord whom they think will not only be able to protect her from the murderer but also reform her life, but all hell is let loose when Andrea tries to make her guardian's life miserable and in return, he shows her who's boss in order to make her succumb, for Dante Salvatore never accepts a NO for an answer and you dare not break his rules. But who is going to break who? * * * He pushed the table away from him, spun her around and she gasp in shock as she landed with her bum right on his thigh and he slipped an arm around her waist till she was leaning on him and their lips were almost meeting. He yanked off her baseball cap, tossed it away, sunk his fingers into her hair under the band that held her pony tail, loosened her hair out of the band and smoothened her long tresses out. "Now, I'll ask again...for the last time..." He said, his lips awfully close to hers that she could almost taste the scotch in his breath while his eyes held her shocked ones. "Are you hungry?"

Thirteen years ago, everyone in the world received their own systems. With their newfound abilities, the impossible was no more. However, Crow received a seemingly OP system, yet it was actually a dysfunctional one. He could copy and steal skills, but unfortunately, he couldn't use them with someone else owning it. Considered an Error, Crow decided to just become a villain and kill the skill owners. For years, he had been loathed by humanity, until finally, he managed to kill his rival. But this rival gave him an unexpected farewell gift after his demise. "Thou shall not curse, Thou shall not lie, Thou shall not kill, Or else thou shall die." [Hello, Villain No. 003! I am your Villain Reformation System! Nice to meet you!]

Irene Pareira is a boy who sleeps to run away from reality. People mocked him, calling him a ‘deadbeat’, but he had no wish to change. Until one day, he dreamt of a swordsman… It was a dream about a talentless man who had been training by swinging his sword for decades.

Everyone longs to be born and brought up in a family full of love care and nurturing. Fatefully there are those that just can't have a complete family . As it well known the world does not pour out graceful fragrance to all creatures. There are those that the world gifts all , others minimal and others are bond to struggles. This ranges from where one is born does your family really have a legendary name or is it just a grassroot. Unfortunately most of us are average and below. We got a lot that we need but due lack of this or that our lives don't always rhyme with our thoughts. The two aspects live in antagonism . This is resulted due to the fact that our thoughts drive in adventurous and excelling zones which doesn't rely portray in our day to day live

"Have you heard about the new regulations?" a slightly gruff voice spoke. "No, I haven't" a partially more sophisticated song rang. "Well - apparently we can no longer D.I.T. in high traffic zones. Too many casualties and complaints to the higher-ups it seems. no one wants to see "paint splatters" on the ground anymore." "Aiya~" his partner huffed. "It's going to be a real-literal pain to find a regulated area so easily in this city. Now that we need to hold our cargo tight, have they at least set up new D-zones?" Two pigeons sit atop Magick wire lines discussing bird-brained politics under the early sun in the busy city of Ellay. The courtyard was the usual place to meet and greet for any and every suave or slick back in the slums of the flock. The average friends or family would come here to start their daily routines or enjoy the bird equivalent of coffee and breakfast at a Cafe - if birds had Cafes. Sigh~ Early spring is a beautiful thing~ "The crickets and worms are plentiful my dear! eat up little ones!" The mother pigeon hummed to her little ones. " The early bird gets the worm~" her eyes were gentle and attentive to her chicklets. ' ~humm~ its good my little ones are good today... but' - a loud and high pitched voice rung out "FUCK WORMS!" 'First I die in a goddamn bird suit, then I'm reincarnated into a FUCKING BIRD!?' "ARRGGHHH!!" she tweeted as she slapped the worms away. 'I will make that bitch villain organization and those fucking dickless heroes BURN!' Then a notification chimed in her head [Bird Up System is now booting...] 'oh fuck you God!!' Alas, it seems the poor and unfortunate soul of our heroine or uh... villainess? has been reincarnated. What awaits? Heya~ I decided to enter the competition, but I thought it would be boring to do just a villainess system, so I am also doing the Kingdom Management low key too. shh, don't tell anyone. anywho - it's all for fun, so I appreciate feedback and support - uh and... forgive me for I will sin. I will try to keep up the chapter consistency but id like to review my chapters before I submit.

While on a mission plane, a mischievous system found a cute seedling. Ownerless, easy to tease, and a total pushover. Aria then decided--- coaxed him into selling himself! Have him help count the money as well! Then, that mob character slowly grows into a plum, fresh, and appetizing cabbage, Aria wanted to pluck with excitement but she could only poke, poke, and poke with red eyes. Just when he was big and tender enough to harvest, the precious cabbage she’s eying actually turned and dared to challenge the child of heaven! O◇O!!! In a snap, this canon fodder that painstakingly grew to be a decent side character, withered as a villain.  Panicking, the little system abandoned her cheap host, ran away from home, and scaled the next door department walls, onwards to the host department! Isn’t it just planting, watering, and sheltering? Her poor little cabbage, it’s better to raise him herself! But what is this? Why is her XianXian being dug by other pigs again?! QAQ

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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!