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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.

"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?!"

Sebelum Dia lahir, Namanya sudah di perbincangan, Hamba - hambaNya sudah memberitakan akan kehadirannya, 700 tahun sebelum Dia lahir, NamaNya di sebut penasehat yang ajaib, Bapa kekal Allah yang Perkasa Dia melebihi semua manusia yang pernah datang ke bumi, Dia mewakili BapaNya, yang mengatasi segala alam semesta. Di dalam NamaNya ada kekuatan yang luar isa,namun Dia lemah lembut penuh kasih, Dia datang untuk misi yang belum selesai, misi ini adalah misi tersebut yang pernah ada di dunia, penuh resiko, berbahaya, bahkan nyawany bisa adalah taruhan ya Belum ada satu orang pun yang dapat menyelesaikan misi ini, oleh karena itu Dia harus datang, agar misi ini selesai. Bagaimana kelanjutan misi ini, apa yang akan terjadi, seperti apa musuh - musuhnya menghadapinya. Dia hadir di tengah - tengah orang - orang yang ingin membunuhnya, Fia harus masuk dalam pelatihan agar, lolos dari pembantaian.

Zinvul Variance is a young legionnaire who is an A-list warrior in the proud kingdom of Chamenos. In a world mastered with cherub swords, he gained the title as the scorch master. His life went through a ridiculous training as a legionnaire for the sole purpose of destroying the villainy kingdom of Paradeiso. The day has come when he encounters the Paradeisian legionnaires in the middle of a lone dying desert. As he clashes with them in an expected bloodshed . . . an unexpected revelation of truth unveils.

The kingdoms of Seryad had destroyed their towns, burnt their homes, and cut down the people, leaving Dagon the last surviving Dragon Kin not under the Four Kingdoms’ iron fist of tyranny. For what? Out of fear. Dagon was one of the race called the Dragon Kin, which had the innate ability to commune with and control dragons. The Four Great Kingdoms feared the power of the dragons, and in turn, killed every Dragon Kin and enslaved every dragon they could. But some managed to flee, hiding away within caves, mountains, seas, forests and valleys. But Dagon could not simply stay on hiding. His guardian, a dragon once bonded with his father, would do all she could to keep him within their safe haven, but Dagon wanted to leave, he wanted to avenge his fallen family. But first, he’d have to find a dragon to bond with. But where, where could he ever find a dragon? And so, he would leave, setting his feet on a path laid out and woven in shadows and bloodshed. He would begin his journey to find the dragons, and to conquer all of Seryad. He would become the one true Dragon King. Join the Discord for questions and chats at: https://Discord.gg/KIN/Webnovel Art belongs to original artist. Check out my other book, YIN: Raised by Demons to Slay Gods Based on power stones I’ll be writing more or less. I will generally do 1-2 chapters a day. For every 30 ps, I will release an extra chapter on Mondays, Thursdays and Sundays. So, for example, 30 ps=+3chapters a week. 60=+6, 90=+9, 120=+12, so on and so forth. Every chapter will be an average of 1000-1500 words. Each volume will be an average of 100 chapters or more. Please leave comments or reviews if you guys like the content! I love hearing your feedback!

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!