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Being a contract killer is easy, if your good at it. Well that's what I would have said, if I was still an active one. Now I'm just some wandering gunslinger tryin to rid the world of evil and finding a purpose.

Xin MeiYin is a 21 year old flight attendant looking for the missing piece in her life...Love! Almost giving up in her search, she finds good feelings in her boss Li Han who has just recently acquired her airline in a weird yet still justifiable way. As MeiYin goes on a search to find the cause of those good feelings, Li Han is also trying to woo the future Mrs. Li. On Hiatus: currently creating a stock pile of chapters to be able to release updates more often and constantly. I hope to end hiatus and resume updates in February. Please be kind to me.

Computer systems have pervaded business and private life in virtually every area and their paramount economic and social impact define our daily routine. But what if we go 79 years into the future? Atari Ping, an ordinary university student of F-Town is going to find out. His boring life is soon to be disturbed by the arrival of a system that is urging him to establish a connection to the future. He is going to control robotic avatars, build a network of machines and invade the future city for a yet unknown reason - all while he will learn about the gamification features and cultivation capabilities of his system.

"Jiang Jianzhong, you dog, you know how to squat in the toilet every day. Are you eating shit in it?" "Get out quickly, or I'll kick the door!" Hu Huimei's cold voice pulled Jiang Jianzhong's thoughts back. Looking at that handsome face in the mirror, he was sure that he was reborn. Back in 1998, when I was still the director of the Social Affairs Office in Qinghe Town. When Jiang Jianzhong stood in the wrong team, his career plummeted, and he didn't climb to the position of deputy county magistrate until he was fifty years old, and he died of depression. Now that he has regained his life, Jiang Jianzhong wants to make great achievements and realize his political ambitions. Bang! Suddenly, the bathroom door was kicked open, and Hu Huimei rested her hands on her hips and glared at Jiang Jianzhong angrily: "Dog, you are such a coward, and you have the face to look in the mirror and get out quickly. I want to go to the bathroom!" Jiang Jianzhong turned to look at Hu Huimei, who wore leopard-print tight-fitting short sleeves and wore a black leather skirt, and outlined her figure to be extremely hot and charming. At that time, she looked a little crazy. In particular, the huge white twin peaks on Hu Hui's beautiful chest, supported by the leopard print, are particularly eye-catching, and people can't help but want to plunge in. Hu Huimei roared out: "Dog, where are your eyes looking?" Look at the old lady digging your eyes out. " "Oh!" Jiang Jianzhong sneered: "Don't you just show it to others in such a coquettish dress?"

When the world abandoned alternating current for the clean precision of DC, it rewired more than grids; it rewired power, mercy, and truth. High above the clouds, Skyterra hums on forty‑eight volts of order, while the ground below coughs dust, rust, and memory. Kael, a systems engineer the tower should have erased, and Naeva, the lab‑grown companion designed to love him and no one else, are forced out of their regulated heaven the moment the grid blinks and the alarms stay silent. Something has breached the vaults beneath the Aeon Spire, something with chitin and acid for answers, and an orbital “cleanse” is counting down in hours. Their descent is not a metaphor, it is metal screaming on ruined rails, plasma fire in steam‑choked corridors, bodies packed into ore sleds that shear and fall. It is blood misting in red light, children shoved through maintenance vents, nobles clawing for seats beside grounders who have learned to measure shade like currency. Every level down strips another illusion: water was never free, efficiency was never neutral, love was never unprogrammed. On the surface, the air tastes like salt and old heat. Shards of the sky city still burn as they fall. Survival is depth, clay, and luck. Kael, Naeva, and a mismatched handful of soldiers, medics, technicians, scavengers, and Companions crawl into basalt throats and culverts roofed by twenty meters of mud, praying the missiles overshoot and the clay holds. They argue about who gets lifted first, who gets left, and whether anyone deserves saving when everyone is already guilty. Below the direct current, secrets pulse in the dark. Project Solstice whispering through sealed sectors, memory edits that never quite took, a second grid no one was meant to see. Kael promised one person, not the world, yet he keeps pulling strangers through blood and acid because the alternative is becoming the machine he built. Naeva shakes in filth she cannot clean, then reaches out anyway, because perfection without choice is just another cage. This is a story of voltage and flesh, of water turned into service and love turned into software, of cities that rise to escape gravity only to be dragged down by what they refused to carry. Sparks will fade, clay will crack, and the sky will rain steel, but a hand can still find another in the dark. What is done is done. There is no turning back now. Begin here, and fall.

Yuki is an ordinary highschool girl with extreme skills in playing rpg games. Not until she met an annoying game that she can't finish. After buying manga books at the shop, a stranger approach her and asks for her valuables. Trying to fight back she got pushed and was hit by a car. When she woke up, she found herself in a completely different world and different body.

"His very first film won the Silver Bear Award. After that, his rise was unstoppable—three major European festivals swept, an Oscar snagged like it was nothing." "You thought he was just an artsy director? Only good for critical acclaim? Then you’ve made a massive mistake." "He alone has five films in the top ten domestic box office of all time. Every studio wants him. Even top producers are going crazy." "To the general audience, he's a once-in-a-generation legendary director." "To his peers? He's a nightmare." "To other directors? A walking disaster." "If someone like him exists, what chance do the rest of us have? Who the hell thought it was a good idea to let him direct?!"

“Hot! Hot! HOT!” Li Yanjun’s voice echoed through the steel chamber, but no one heard him – not over the roar of the furnace that had just devoured him alive. The last thing he saw was a flash of red, and then...n Nothing. When he woke up again, he was lying face-down in dirt. Not just dirt. It was warm. Alive. Breathing. “What the hell?” He sat up, spitting soil out of his mouth. “Am I dead or just buried?!” But as his eyes adjusted, he realized something stranger than death had happened. There was no sky. No sun. Only an endless ceiling of glowing crystals and hanging stalactites, stretching across a cavern so vast it looked like another world. Then it hit him. He’d been reincarnated. Not into a kingdom. Not into some fairyland with dragons and princesses. Nope. His second life came with pickaxes, darkness, and dirt for days. “...So you’re telling me I died as a miner and reincarnated... as a miner?” Li Yanjun groaned, rubbing his face. “What happened to rich young masters and cheat codes?” Just as he was about to curse the heavens (which didn’t even exist here), a crimson brand lit up on his chest. A warmth pulsed deep in his soul, familiar, terrifying. That furnace. The damn thing followed him. A screen flickered into existence before his eyes: [Primordial Forge Bound. Soul Link Established.] Li Yanjun blinked. Then smiled. “Okay... Maybe this life won’t be so bad.” And so began the legend of Xing Yan, the man who mined his way to godhood.

In a world where Ether determines one’s fate, Alf was deemed talentless—an outcast in his own clan. Yet, beneath his supposed weakness lies a secret even he doesn’t understand. His journey begins in struggle, but fate has far greater plans for him. Through relentless training and sheer will, he carves a path no one has ever walked before. From a nameless boy to a warrior, a leader, and beyond—his story is one of growth, challenge, and an unshakable spirit. Read more to know. Note: My first time ever attempting to write. If you are intending to read this, please feel free to give me pointers on where I can improves and where the sentence structure feels awkward. I am willing to hear constructive criticism..

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!