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Inter Milan's star is dim, Florentina is high-spirited, no one in Serie A can forever maintain their reign. Who will unify the world? In 2014, Inter was at a historical low point, ranked 9th in the league, constantly refreshing the lower limit. The glory of the treble winner had disappeared! Fortunately, Tang Long traveled back, and his brain fused with an AI football system called the "Green Grass Wisdom Engine". This system, originating from 2084, combines advanced machine learning, big data analysis, and sports science. It can continuously upgrade through match feed and provide Tang Long with divine predictions! -Cross 5% chance to central area, 5% chance to out of bounds, 90% chance to the near post, move early to grab the spot! -Detected that opponent's center-back pair will have a hidden gap in three seconds, prepare a through pass! -The angle between the wall and goalkeeper is 0.62dc, big data shows shooting the upper right corner has a scoring rate of 88.76%! Tang Long frequently makes "Divine Hand" actions off the pitch, shocking everyone! C Luo: "It's simply divine! Every prediction by Tang is three seconds ahead, he seems to foresee the future!" Icardi: "My European Golden Boot, nine-tenths of the credit goes to Tang!" Guardiola: "He's simply the prophet of the football world in the 21st century!" Mancini: "After Ronaldo, Tang is the second alien. His understanding of football far surpasses this era!"

Huo Buyu was the young master of the most prestigious family in the Imperial Capital, but everyone knew that the person they really needed to avoid offending was his wife, Ye Yao. She was known for how her words could turn mentions of misfortune into reality, and whoever she cursed verbally would end up suffering. "Oh, dear. It's so hot. I hope it rains," Ye Yao said. "..." Huo Buyu remained silent while he watched raindrops falling from above. "Ehh? Isn't that my ex-boyfriend, the one who wouldn't stop hassling me for ages? Look at his long legs. They’ll probably trip him when he walks," Ye Yao said. The person walking in front suddenly tripped over a stone and fell flat on his face. "Well done!" Huo Buyu exclaimed. Usually, only the bad things verbalised by Ye Yao would happen, while the good things rarely did. One day, Ye Yao had news for Huo Buyu. "Huo Buyu, I think I'm pregnant!" As Huo Buyu calmly turned the page of the document he was reading, he remarked, "You should tell me why you can't get pregnant." Ye Yao pinched his ear. "I really am pregnant!" She showed him the two red lines on the pregnancy test kit. Huo Buyu dropped his document. Was she really pregnant? Was he finally going to be a father?

Worlds split. Realms bleed. And through it all flows Prāṇna — the breath of life—the last thread holding existence together. Only the rarest warriors can master it, soul-forging weapons with focus so absolute that a whisper of doubt shatters it. Each strike carves a piece of their life. Here rivers remember. storms listen. stone itself may rise to protect… or crush. A place where heroes are not born but forged in fire, in silence, in sacrifice. When the sky stops mid-breath and the wind chokes on silence… the next chapter is about to be written in blood. Because beyond the light stands Kali, the Devourer of Ages — his hunger so vast, even time gnaws its tail to escape him, and his blood-clan, the Corrupted Lords bound by fragments of his will, his shadow touches every corner of the realms. Face them all… —and the world itself may hold its breath.

Set 1000 years before the prophesied end of Kaliyuga, humanity teeters on the brink of collapse. In a futuristic era where advanced technology rules, society has become a chaotic mix of digital immortality, artificial intelligence, and decaying morals. The world is divided between those living in virtual utopias and the impoverished masses, suffering in the wastelands of reality. The ancient prophecies of Kalki—the tenth and final avatar of Vishnu—have been reduced to myth in this age of machines, dismissed as superstition in a time ruled by logic and code. However, dark forces have awakened, spreading unrest and corruption, subtly pulling the world towards its inevitable end. Amidst the chaos, a group of mysterious sages begins to emerge, keeping alive the ancient teachings, and warning of the impending return of Kalki. At the heart of this prophecy is **Dhruvansh**, a name that signifies both "steadfast" like the pole star (Dhruv) and the inherited "shadow" (ansh) of humanity's darker side. As Dhruvansh uncovers his true identity, he must navigate a world of cybernetic gods, forgotten demons, and a technologically altered humanity, preparing for the ultimate battle between light and darkness. With the clock ticking towards the apocalypse, can he rise to become the savior foretold, or will Kaliyuga spiral into eternal darkness? The end of the world is just the beginning.

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The age of darkness has choked the world. Truth is a commodity, virtue is a weakness, and the gods have long fallen silent. In this decaying era of Kali Yuga, where forgotten technology rusts alongside crumbling temples, all that remains is a prophecy—a whisper of a final savior. But prophecies don't mention the boy named Kalki, born in the forgotten sanctuary of Shambhala. They don't speak of his doubt, his fear of the divine power churning inside him, or the impossible weight of a destiny he never wanted. He is meant to be the tenth avatar of Vishnu, a warrior of light. He feels like a fraud. To become the legend, Kalki must survive the teachings of a brutal immortal, unite the seven prophesied Chiranjeevis, and awaken divine weapons dormant for eons. He must face Kali, the personification of the age itself—an ancient, weary entity who doesn't seek destruction, but offers a complete "Reset" of reality as an act of mercy. As armies of corrupted men and celestial demons rise, Kalki must choose. Will he embrace his godly power and risk becoming the very destroyer he is meant to fight? Or will his humanity be the one thing that either saves the world... or guarantees its annihilation? Kalki: The Rise is the beginning of an epic war not just for the soul of humanity, but for the soul of a god trapped in the body of a boy.

What will you do when you get a book that can predict a random future event? I don't know as I don't have such a book. But James should know, as he has the exact book. "James will get entangled in a strange love triangle" "stupid book! Why didn't you mention the ghost?" James cursed. "you will donate blood" "vampire! Run!" "you will find your grandfather's hidden inheritance" James became numb when he found a portal to another world. Watch how he navigate and conquer with the book in hand.

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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!

# 1V1 # NOBLELADY The female general has transmigrated to the future. When she opened her eyes, she saw someone snatching a child. She reached out without much thought, but who would have thought the little girl would hug her and say, “Mom, don’t throw me and Brother away!” Since the female general couldn’t go back, she raised her children and educated them. She beat up scumbags and saved men, and achieved another brilliant life. In the face of outrageous people, she was an ice queen. Grandma, sister-in-law, do any of you deserve my time? Faced with her children, it was like a spring breeze in summer. “Little Xing, you’re so smart! Shi Tou, you’re also a good baby!” In the face of men, she was indifferent. “Leave if you want to. You have legs, right? Go on then, I won’t walk you out.” She was a woman with thousands of faces. Even in another world, she was still the most dazzling one.