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In the year 2050, the Earth's magnetic field mysteriously vanishes, unleashing a cataclysmic wave of global mutations. Cities crumble, landscapes twist into nightmarish forms, and humanity teeters on the brink of extinction. Amid this apocalyptic backdrop, survivors huddle in makeshift bases, desperate to cling to life in a world that seems determined to end them. Enter An Zhe, a sentient mushroom with a growing consciousness and an unyielding drive to find his lost spores. An Zhe isn’t your typical hero; he’s a lone fungus who dares to explore the ruins of once-great cities, navigating shattered streets now overrun with grotesque creatures and relentless decay. An Zhe’s journey takes a dramatic turn when he infiltrates a human base and crosses paths with Lu Feng, a formidable "Judge" known for his unflinching gaze and steely resolve. As their unlikely friendship blooms, An Zhe’s unique perspective allows him to uncover the base’s hidden secrets and the dire threats brewing within. In a setting where trust is scarce and every shadow hides a potential enemy, An Zhe witnesses the struggles, betrayals, and fleeting glimmers of hope that define the human spirit. The base’s fragile society teeters on the edge, threatened by internal conflicts and an ever-looming external danger. Through An Zhe’s eyes, readers are invited into a world where every breath is a gamble, where survival demands both cunning and heart. **Judgment Day of the Solitary Fungus** is a masterfully woven tapestry of suspense and revelation. It transforms the mundane into the extraordinary, bringing to life a richly imagined post-apocalyptic world. The narrative, driven by An Zhe’s non-human perspective, delves deep into the essence of what it means to be human in an era of unparalleled crisis. As the environment collapses and societal structures shatter, can humanity find a sliver of hope in the most unlikely of allies—a sentient mushroom? This gripping tale of resilience and discovery promises to leave readers questioning the very nature of survival and the bonds we form in our darkest hours. Prepare to be captivated by a story where every chapter unfolds a new layer of mystery, and the quest for survival intertwines with the quest for identity. This is a journey not to be missed.

My husband’s mistress thought I was his secret lover. "I’ll send you and your bastard to hell!" she screamed as her fists flew. She left me bleeding on the floor, my face ruined, my baby gone. Through the pain, I heard my husband on the phone. He was soothing her. “My poor baby, are you hurt? Did you chip a nail?” But when he realized the “bitch” his mistress had destroyed was me. He shattered.

There are moments in life, chunks of time that become a haven for our exhausted minds. Like the moment of deep relief that comes over us when we wake up from a terrible nightmare, where the realization of safety and reality replaces the fear of our dreams. But what if reality was this terrible nightmare from which we temporarily escape in our dreams, and if we wanted to escape from it forever, there would be no other solution than death? This nightmare actually happened when the deadly fungus Candida Auris began to spread after it had a mutation that caused it to become a global epidemic.

Jack and Jill is the story of a boy and a girl who went up a hill together. They went to fetch a pail of water, but unfortunately, their plan is disrupted when Jack falls and hits his head, and rolls back down the hill.

Nathan Crosby has a gambling addiction that cost him almost everything he owns. When he tries to run out on newcomer Leroy in a backroom poker game, his troubles escalate. Leroy is not what he appears to be, nor does he have any intention of letting Nathan off the hook. On the contrary, he has an extremely interesting way of obtaining all he is owed.<br><br>Unfortunately for Nathan, the payment will be far larger than the initial debt. He will be marked by every lie he has ever told, and the punishment won’t end there -- he is forced to join a circus peopled with others who have crossed Leroy.<br><br>It isn’t all bad, though. He’s introduced to Karl, the circus strongman, whose caravan he shares, and the two develop strong feelings for one another. But is the love of a good man enough to soothe the agony Nathan must endure as part of his punishment? Is there an escape from his bizarre new life? And, if there is an end, will Karl be there with him to enjoy it?

The world had always been strange, but cryptids had taken it to a whole new level of bizarre. After a run-in with one of those creatures, I woke up to find out I had become an Esper. Of course, that meant the DPO wasted no time in recruiting me as one of their so-called "special agents." And my power? Oh, just the ability to turn any inanimate object into a cute, female humanoid construct with its own unique abilities. Because of course, in a world where the power scale was beyond broken, the government was rotten to the core, and reality itself had layers I never even knew existed, why not throw that into the mix? Now, as the new guy on the block, I had to figure out how to navigate this mess—before it got me killed. What to expect: *No harem (promise) *Strange powers *Cryptids (very strange cryptids) *World-building based on an altered reality *Lots of cute girls *An unexpectedly serious story

Synopsis: On Earth, gaming isn't just a hobby; it’s a way of life. Gamers are revered, their earnings rivaling those of CEOs and their influence shaping governments. At the very top stands Malachi Reed, the Immortal, a title reserved for the best of the best. For 20 years, he dominated the gaming world, leading his team, The Emperors, to countless victories. But fame comes with enemies. On the way to a championship event, Malachi and his team are ambushed by Team Blazers, their bitter rivals. What should’ve been a celebration turned into a bloodbath. When Malachi opened his eyes again, it wasn’t on Earth—it was in Tattooria, a fantasy world where the stakes are as high as in his games, but now his life is the currency. Reincarnated with his gaming instincts intact, Malachi finds himself in a world of swordplay, magic, and a mysterious system that feels eerily like the games he once ruled. But here, there are no respawns, no save points, and no teammates. With only his wits and his will to survive, Malachi must carve his path from the bottom once more. Will he rise to become the Immortal of Tattooria, or will this world be the ultimate boss that finally ends his streak? The game might have changed, but Malachi is still playing to win. Game on.

A young boy rewriting his love story against all odds. Changing the narrative and giving it what it really should be. He is going to be broken but he will certainly see the light.

“Aoi! Aoi!” Yunho says as he holds his son in his lap with excitement. The three old giggles as he claps his chubby hands together as he stands with his chubby legs on his father's lap looking at the huge flat-screen television. “You see momma!” Yunho says as he holds his son upon his lap as they are in the backroom of the stadium watching Jaejoong perform. Fumikomu ze akuseru Kake hiki wa nai sa sou da yo Yoru wo nukeru Nejikomu sa saigo ni Sashihiki zero sa, sou da yo Hibi wo kezuru Kokoro wo sotto hiraite Gyutto hiki yosetara Todoku yo kitto tsutau yo motto Saa Yunho grins at his son’s excitement and he then looks at the television and he closes his eyes for a bit as the grin never leaves his face. “Look at my pooch shine,” Yunho says under his breath as he removes Haru from his lap and sits the child next to him. Iki isoide shiboritotte Motsureru ashi dakedo mae yori Zutto sou, tooku e Ubaitotte tsukandatte Kimi ja nai nara Imi wa nai no sa Dakara motto... haruka kanata “Let’s go see momma backstage, Aoi,” Yunho says standing up and Aoi shakes his head with excitement and he jumps off the couch. Yunho puts on a pair of black sunglasses and he then grabs one of Aoi’s hands and leads him out of the backroom. They then start walking down an empty long hallway quietly as they make their way to the backstage area. Yunho walks with his eyes closed one hand holding Aoi’s and the other in his black fitted pants pocket. Yunho keeping his eyes closed hears another pair of steps other than his own and Aoi’s walking towards. Yunho slowly opens his eyes to see Changmin walking towards them with his lead guitar around his back and his hands stuffed into his pants pockets. Yunho smirks and he closes his eyes and continues to walk, and it was like time had stopped in slow motion as they passed each other. Changmin opened his eyes just a bit and he glanced at the child that Yunho is holding hands with.  A small frown graced itself upon Changmin’s face as he gazed at the child making Yunho smirk even further. Yunho then stops and Aoi looks at his father with confusion as to why they had stopped walking. Yunho then crouches down and he whispers something in Aoi’s ear and the child smiles as he runs ahead. Yunho then turned to fully look at Changmin and he slowly takes off his sunglasses to reveal his sharp hazel eyes. “Mhm, I see you recognized in knowing your place,” Yunho says under his breath making Changmin frown deep on his face. “You don’t love him- “Changmin starts but Yunho interrupts him. “And you do?” Yunho says with a light chuckle. “more like someone to please you the most,” Yunho says looking at Changmin with sharp eyes. “And like you didn’t do that as well. You don’t love Jaejoong you just want him around for your fucking ego…You only love yourself.” Changmin says with matching sharp eyes. Yunho shrugs his shoulders. “That’s funny because it sounds like you are describing yourself.” “You bastard,” Changmin says under his breath lowly. Yunho shrugs his shoulders again. “Call me what you want to cause in the end he came to me.” Says Yunho and with that he puts his sunglasses on and turns. “Ah, also you see whose's genes are the strongest,” Yunho says smirking as he knows he done hit a nerve in Changmin, and he starts walking away.

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!