tds tax

David traveled to America and became an inspector for the most powerful law enforcement agency, the IRS. On December 3, 2021, America Congress passed a piece of legislation. It stipulated that from now on, any criminal activity, whether smuggling, robbery, fraud, etc., had to pay full taxes to the IRS. Since then, David had become the nightmare of all criminals in America. Until one day, his blade reached towards the heads of Freemasonry and the Federal Reserve!

Demonic beings run rampant, and cultivators revere the bizarre as the Heavenly Dao. For an ordinary mortal to embark on the path of cultivation, they must gouge out their eyes, sever their limbs, and cut off their spiritual roots… Ren Qing, who transmigrated into this world, discovers that he can bypass the gruesome costs of cultivation thanks to a Divine Ability. [Blindless Method]: By devouring eyes, he cultivates to the peak, growing one hundred and six celestial eyes all over his body. [Poison Bone Art]: Soak one's skeleton in poisonous water for thirty-six days, then reimplant it into the body. At full mastery, no life can grow for a hundred li around him. [Book of the Dead]: Seal the Lao Gong, Yong Quan, Shen Men, and Yin Tang acupoints with iron nails and bury oneself underground for three years. Upon completion, one becomes ageless, undying, and indestructible. Alternative Titles: Weird Way of Immortality: I Can Avoid the Price TL note: This is a TL.

Is boasting effective? Certainly not, as boasting doesn't warrant taxation. Suddenly, Li Tianyu found himself appointed as the overseer of the "boasting tax system," and everything changed. For only when he boasted would he be required to pay a tax. Li Tianyu: I own a luxurious apartment on the Third Ring Road in the Imperial Capital! System: Kindly remit 6000 yuan in taxes, and you shall receive a residence on the Third Ring Road. Li Tianyu: I drive a Porsche Cayenne. System: Please pay a tax of 850 yuan, and you will be rewarded with a high-end model of the Porsche Cayenne. Li Tianyu: I am a prominent business executive! System: Please pay a tax of 58000 yuan, enabling comprehensive self-improvement for the host. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'll Update the 2 to 3 chapters everyday... Any comments or suggestions are welcome. Just drop a message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'd also appreciate it very much if you could leave a review, so I know where to Improve.

In this BL Comedy, we have the Dark Lord Asmodeos and the hero Peter, who meet in a thrift store. Both of them eat ramen to survive, both of them want to strike it big. And so, their journey of love and tax evasion begins. A journey which sees them making a mess of things, but most of all, of their own lives. The only thing which is unclear is why the gnomes have to pay for their poor life choices. But the small green-haired creatures won't suffer the duo for long... Tax evasion... not even once.

An Isekai Power Fantasy where the real weapon is not the sword, but a set of well-compiled modules.

Ten years after the Calamity split the world and let monsters crawl into daylight, the roads belong to whoever can hold them. Ryn—a half-elf handyman no one noticed until the killing started—survives by knots, nails, and nerve. When a bandit warlord and a new kind of “taxman” carve up the frontier, Ryn’s late-blooming System awakens not with swords and spells, but with lines, traps, and field control. He isn’t the strongest. He isn’t the fastest. But he sees anchors where others see chaos. Dragged into evacuations, ambushes, and siege-nights that turn houses into coffins, Ryn builds kill-corridors from junk and buys minutes with blood. Each fight feeds a cold, clinical interface: stats tick up, skills sharpen, and a dangerous shard whispers shortcuts that cost more than stamina. Between a graft-mad warlord, a sponsor who rents safety at knife-point, and a Warden who keeps balance by breaking people, Ryn learns the only law left: every mile costs. No knights. No prophecy. Just rope-burned hands, quick, brutal tactics, and a refusal to let the road choose who dies. Expect: • Dark, gritty LitRPG progression: visible stats, hard-won skills, no cheats • Tactical, high-stakes combat: traps, terrain, improvised devices, split-second choices • Survival and community: evacuations under fire, fortifying ruins, paying for every hour you hold • A corrupting power system: tempting shard mechanics with real consequences • Enemies who adapt: bandits with monster grafts, sponsor “taxes,” and a Warden who tests more than he protects He started as a handyman. The frontier will remember him as the one who made the road pay. #no-harem, #elves, #ordinary, #righteous, #killer, #nonhuman, #Action, #adventure, #survival, #levelup, #weaktostrong, #System, #magic, #nonhuman, #apocalypse, #wizards, #undead, #dark, #tragedy, #fastpaced, #Bloodpumping, #nocheats, #positive

En un universo donde cada decisión puede alterar la existencia, los caminos de héroes, villanos y antihéroes se entrelazan en una guerra silenciosa que se extiende a través de las galaxias. Kiro, un joven marcado por un sacrificio inesperado, se convierte en el centro de un destino que ni siquiera los dioses pueden comprender del todo. A su lado, poderosas figuras luchan contra jefes cuya mera presencia desestabiliza la realidad. ¿Qué verdad se esconde tras los mil enemigos? ¿Quién mueve los hilos del caos? En esta historia, no hay caminos rectos. Solo decisiones, poder... y consecuencias.

In a universe where every choice can alter existence, the paths of heroes, villains, and anti-heroes intertwine in a silent war that spans across galaxies. Kiro, a young man marked by an unexpected sacrifice, becomes the center of a fate not even the gods can fully understand. Beside him, powerful figures battle against bosses whose mere presence destabilizes reality. What truth lies behind the thousand enemies? Who pulls the strings of chaos? In this story, there are no straight paths. Only choices, power… and consequences.

Catho was man, living in a far off village with next to no connection to the outside world or the kingdom it technically belonged to. Its inhabitants would have starved throughout the winter, if they had't had Cathos small salt mine, they kept secret from the kingdom. Here, Catho peacefully evaded his taxes to the village, until a god illegally chose him to partake in a tournament to create the next god to be invited to their realm. And it was no one less, than the god of tax evasion.

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?