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Su Xuan transmigrated into a parallel world and became a police officer! At his ex-girlfriend's wedding, Su Xuan boldly took out the handcuffs, offering the groom a three-day tour of the police station! Ex-girlfriend asked, "Su Xuan, have you gone crazy? If you wanted to disrupt the wedding, shouldn't you just take me? What's with arresting my husband?" With the Divine Criminal-Capturing System, Su Xuan would receive rewards for apprehending criminals! With targeted investigations, no criminals could escape! While taking a bus, he casually caught a pickpocket. While strolling through a shopping mall, he stumbled upon a human trafficking scene. While getting a salary card replacement, he accidentally became a hostage... While other police officers were still patrolling the streets, Su Xuan had already become a hot topic in the news, a formidable force in apprehending criminals. The criminals asked in disbelief, "Does this police officer have tracking devices planted on us?" The police officers cried out, "Hey dude, give us a chance, please!"

I was Truck-kun. The LEGENDARY Truck-kun. For years, I had the best job in existence—running over clueless high schoolers and sending them to other worlds as heroes. I was famous! Beloved! A cultural icon! I even became a yokai from all the... well, let's call it "enthusiasm" I put into my work. But apparently, flattening two thousand people in eighteen months to grind reputation with the deities was "excessive." And "irresponsible." And "the reason we're drowning in protagonists." So what did those smug divine bastards do? They set me up. One moment I'm at a festival enjoying takoyaki, the next I'm getting isekai'd by a TRUCK. Me! The irony is so thick you could cut it with a katana. Now I'm stuck in a fantasy world with zero powers, a negative karma count that looks like a phone number, and a System that won't stop mocking me. Oh, and I'm broke, weak, and can't keep any money because the universe literally redistributes my earnings as divine punishment. But I'm not giving up. I'll do whatever it takes to build good karma, get back home, and make those deities PAY for this humiliation. ...Right after I find some food. I'm starving.

That day, I received a bizarre takeout order. A goddess who died a tragic death begged me for help. From that moment on, I became a "soul sender" — clearing the way for wronged spirits and escorting the deceased on their journey to the afterlife!

The company was giving out year-end bonuses, and my husband Holt directly rewarded his secretary Freesia with a huge mansion worth millions. Freesia's face was all smiles as she planted a kiss on Holt's cheek. "Thank you for the reward, Mr. Lincoln! I'll repay you even better in the future, Mr. Lincoln." Seeing how intimate the two of them were, I quietly left the event. But Holt was dissatisfied with my attitude and rushed over to stop me. "Vivienne, what's your problem?" "I've told you a thousand times, there's nothing between Freesia and me. This is all because of her performance." Hearing the word "performance", my heart was filled with bitterness. It was clearly all my accomplishment, but not a single person was willing to believe me. This marriage full of wounds... I don't want it anymore!

My girlfriend's younger brother is a scumbag who specializes in deceiving girls' feelings. After the truth about him forcing a girl to have an abortion was exposed, the person being condemned by everyone turned out to be me. In order to protect her brother's safety, my girlfriend released a lot of my personal information online, making countless netizens mistakenly believe that I was the one with multiple relationships. Before I had a chance to report to the police and clear my name, the victim's family came to find me and beat me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to one week before my death.

What happens if a stranger suddenly texted you and asking you if you could flirt with him just because he can’t handle his own life shits? Will you play along with him or will you give him life advices? Will you take his favour or will you just ignore him? Saan dadalhin ang dalawang puso ng pagkakataong ito? Pinagtagpo ba sila ng tadhana para sa isa’t-isa o pagtatagpuin lang sila para maging leksyon para sa isa’t-isa?

Song Xilai’s secret crush of five years suddenly sent her a photo. [My girlfriend. Pretty, isn’t she?] Song Xilai was furious. Unwilling to back down, she casually found a faceless photo of some impressive abs online and sent it back. [My boyfriend. Handsome, right? Great to touch, even better to cuddle. I haven’t left the bed for three days. /shrug/] Her crush was silent for a moment before coldly replying: [Oh.] It turned out that the owner of those abs was none other than Jiang Fengcheng, the school heartthrob and star of the swim team. Song Xilai had seen him at the pool before—broad shoulders, narrow waist, a perfectly toned body. Truly top-tier. The next day, rumors spread across A University that Song Xilai and Jiang Fengcheng were dating! Song Xilai: … What a disaster! How could she possibly explain to everyone that it was all just a joke? She had only been bluffing! To avoid further misunderstandings, she started avoiding Jiang Fengcheng at all costs—pretending to be glued to her phone whenever he was near, skipping any shared classes, and steering clear of the cafeteria and swimming pool he frequented. In short, total avoidance! But even with all her efforts, she still found herself cornered one day by Jiang Fengcheng in the changing room at the school pool. The boy, towel-drying his damp black hair, looked down at the petite girl before him with dark, piercing eyes. “I heard… you want to sleep with me.” Song Xilai’s face flushed bright red as she frantically shook her head. “No, no, I don’t!” Jiang Fengcheng let out a low chuckle, pulling off the loose jacket draped over his shoulders to reveal a sharp, muscular physique. “Don’t believe you.” “—Unless you prove it.”

“Huh? Can I get reincarnated?” I ask excitedly *His features shift to resemble a frown “No, i’m sending you to the ninth circle of hell” Aaaah. That doesn’t sound good.

To make me take the blame for Lin Jiaojiao, my parents pushed all the crimes onto me in front of everyone. My brother poisoned my throat, rendering me mute so I couldn’t defend myself. My fiancé broke my arms and legs, ensuring I had no chance to escape. I was sent to prison for five years. And all they said was— "This is the price you pay for taking twenty years of Jiaojiao’s life."

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.