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In a world filled with monsters, Qi, and myriad factions, a rhyme resounds across the land and the sea as Jack is roaming around, searching for a clue of an oil reserve. “I’m looking for some oil.” “I’m looking for some oil.” Jack has been transmigrated to this world with a strange robot. Their mission is to find ten billion barrels of oil. “Hmm? There is a bandit stronghold living above my oil reserve? I shall help the world while achieving my goal, two birds with one stone.” -------- Other Works: 1. I Can Read People's Comments 2. God of Tricksters (Completed) 3. Gacha Sovereign (Completed) 4. The Magician of Sound (Completed) 5. Reincarnated to Bonk in Another World (Completed)

There will be a point in one's life when an individual reaches rock bottom; where every path leads to nowhere, every dim light fades into nothingness; an overwhelming loneliness. It may arrive early; it may come late. The line of fate reaches all physical and non-physical beings. Everything is affected. There will come a time when one's too far deep into the mantle. The pressure crushing; shattering. Hot; the magma burning, seething. Then there's the core. The singular point of utter failure. A white magma of negativity; degradation; mental strain. A swirling heat of pain, loss. Self-destruction, end. It's pointless. Lost. At that point, that individual has nothing to lose. It will now solely depend on the individual and how they will respond to the situation they reside in. Will they attain glory from the fall, or die from the fall? It's an imminent doom every being created must face. An inevitable event that must take place.

"Ketika hati tiba-tiba menginginkannya, apakah itu salah? Saat hati tak ada yang tahu bahkan orangnya sekalipun! Maaf jika menyukaimu membuat dirimu tak nyaman dan memilih untuk menjauh. Tapi aku tak bisa menahannya lagi" "Aku yang tak berani untuk mengambil keputusan. Aku begitu takut dengan pengakuanku yang akan membuat tembok penghalang antara kita" "Kamu akan bahagia bersama orang yang mencintaimu dengan sepenuh hati. Maaf, tapi bukan aku leya"

There are souls who mortally hate their existence. There are souls whose short life seems unbearable and meaningless. One is their choice: to erase once and for all every trace of their existence. Woe to those who seek them. This is the tale of twelve-year-old Castor. A boy who never existed ....

Dear Max, if you are reading this then I am probably dead, but I will try to explain what you see before you. As you know we moved to Norway because my job required us to be here and it is because of my job that I must leave you. This world is dangerous, but my past is more dangerous. But I can't just leave you to die alone so I spent some time trying to find a safe haven for both of us. It was during this search that I discovered that the American Government has set up a base on top of an old oil rig. I plan to go here and once I confirm it is safe return to pick you back up. But if you are reading this then my plan most likely failed and for that I am sorry. Remember that I will always love you, please survive. -Love Your Father It was this simple letter, that started Max’s journey as they braved the post nuclear wastes, determined to not only survive but recover their past.

join Alex on his journey as he navigates through a life he is forced to live

Gentillesse he had always hated his last name even before he had turned 18 after his parents and friend were killed. He hated it more and more

Young welder from Texas heads to New York, he soon finds out that people are not who they pretend to be and gets drug into the dark side of his work.

Copyright: ©Chika Anene, 2025 A well-known oil tycoon’s son, 23-year-old Philipé Weston, whose punishment for bad behaviour is teaching English Literature to final year College students at Grimwald College in London, finds himself in murky waters after a one-night stand with one of his college students, Jade, that results in a pregnancy.

After reading the upteenth Chinese cultivation novel, tired of the repetitive cliches, I thought to create a fan-fic of a cultivation world I would prefer. I then realized that would be a great disservice to both you and me because a.) I don't nearly have enough imagination juice to put forth a decent cohesive story. b.) It would be a waste of both your and my time aka life. So apologies to both @KingofEveryone and @whydoineedanamerly, no story from me. Also an apology about the title, it was literally the first thing I saw when I was thinking of a title. You may be thinking, "So.. if this isn't a fan-fic, what is it?" I dunno.