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Meet Orihara Satoru, a 33 y.o. Game Designer who was about to confess his feelings to an overly cute co-worker. Yes, he ‘was’, because his life unexpectedly came to an end. He woke up in a new world. In the world, where 99.9% of the population are reincarnated people like he is, and technology co-exists with magic. In the world, where every few days Beasts are summoned by a Wave to bring chaos and disaster. "How will I fare in a world, where everyone is an Isekai protagonist? Also, my build is a random mess and why am I a girl now? Oh, well. Creative Thinking is Everything I Have." Who might enjoy this story: - readers who love references to popculture/games/anime (also after the first chapter they are not that abundant) - fans of an isekai/transported to another world genre - those who dislike OP protagonists and prefer MC to grow stronger bit by bit and rely heavily on his friends. - people who enjoy black-and-white-and-grey stories, where life is not always bad, but not always good, too. Warning: you may find a bit of profanity and nudity (or minor depiction of sex-related content) here. Also, a lot of anime/game/popculture references. I'm trying to make this story a little more adult and mature than usually advised in this genre. A bit more of 'reality' and details, usually omitted.

Suddenly transported to a world where the gender ratio is heavily skewed, an ordinary high school boy is granted special privileges—including admission to the country’s most prestigious academy. Everything should be easy now... right?

NOTICE: Feeling Motivated to continue Mistake Marriage again!, thank you for al your love and support and well wishes even when I took a break, looking forward to more support and encouragement Love, Marthar. ____________ ____________ Ariel Ocean’s life was turned upside down when her greedy relatives stole her inheritance and forced her to marry Rhysand Lee Golden, the cold, emotionless family bodyguard. What no one knew was that Rhysand was secretly the wealthiest man in Peak City, the most influential city nearby. He had come to Rain City undercover, pretending to be a bodyguard while searching for his kidnapped sister. Their marriage started as a cage for both of them, but the tension between them quickly turned intense. Rhysand, who had long shut off his emotions, found himself irresistibly drawn to Ariel’s innocence, while Ariel couldn’t deny the raw, magnetic pull between them. As their nights together grew more passionate, their connection deepened, breaking down the barriers Rhysand had built around his heart. But external forces conspired to tear them apart. Envious enemies and manipulative relatives sought to destroy what Ariel and Rhysand had built, threatening their bond at every turn. As the pressure mounted, so did the passion between them, the endless challenges threatens to tear them apart forever.

The more you think, the more you learn

* In a house in the middle of the high-rise commercial buildings of the downtown square. This old house belonged to a family that has lived for many generations. Although the town hall tries to negotiate the purchase of a house to build a commercial building at a high price, the owner refuses to sell, even if they use tricks to destroy the house or force the owner's family to move out has never been a success. It seems the house is full of secrets and weird things that not everyone dares to approach and that they rarely see the family come out. The sound of boiling water with a mechanical spoon stirring the coffee in the cup after the water in the train-shaped cup has been poured into the cup and the rubber train has carried the coffee cup through the hole in the kitchen wall maintains at the desk of the owner, father of three children, Mr. Simon. He take off his glasses without glasses on the table with a newspaper reading upside down, holding a cup of coffee to drink and shouting to his wife that today she forgot to put milk in the engine of the second batches. Then he drank more coffee and put it back on the table, put up his glasses and continued reading the newspaper upside down again. ..

Hey friends. Welcome to this collection of what I think are funny thoughts and random scenarios. Also vines. Also go read “Be Careful of What You Wish For” if you want to know kinda what I write. I lost that account so is ded.

"Everything will work out for me?" I laughed at myself "What was I thinking? A tale of a 16 years old boy, who just got transferred into a random Highschool in Japan, where he finds new friends and experiences. What could possibly go wrong?

Big crush. Bigger fear. Can Bay finally risk her heart to get what she’s always wanted? She’s spent years imagining what it would feel like to be truly seen, to be chosen, to be loved. But all of it feels like a fantasy, locked inside her head with the one person she’s too afraid to speak to. Now, she stands at a crossroads: will she take the risk and open her heart to that special someone, or keep hiding behind fear and what-ifs?

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Lucifer: What a beautiful and peaceful world.  System 4858: Miserable.  Lucifer: People here are nice too.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable.  Lucifer paused, raising an eyebrow at the system’s unrelenting negativity.  Lucifer: Hmm?  System 4858: Yes! Yes, it’s beautiful and peaceful here. ‘But now... now that the great villain is here... who knows how long this peace will last? Miserable, too miserable.’  Lucifer smirked, his pale blue eyes glinting with amusement. His presence was overpowering, his aura so dense that the very air seemed to tremble under its weight. The world around him was serene, a gentle breeze stirred the trees, and the soft glow of the evening sun cast a golden hue over the landscape. It was a world that had yet to know chaos. A world yet to be touched by his unpredictable hand.  He stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the quiet town below. The people looked so small, so fragile. Innocent, even. His gaze softened, but only for a moment, before that playful smirk returned. Lucifer did things as he pleased. He was neither bound by rules nor constrained by morality. Good? Evil? Such distinctions were laughable to him. his actions were dictated by whim and mood. He could be their saviour or their destroyer. It all depended on how the next moment struck him.  But who was he? And why did his very presence distort reality? How had he come to possess such unimaginable power?  System 4858, however, was not in the mood for philosophical musings. System 4858: Wait, what? It blinked, a metallic chime of confusion ringing through the air. Why did the modern world just turn into a fantasy setting? The tyrant hasn’t even started anything yet!  The system frantically checked the world’s data, only to find its structure bending and shifting in ways it couldn’t comprehend.  The once-modern cityscape was slowly morphing into something out of a fantasy, mythical beasts stirring in the shadows. It turned to look at its host.  Lucifer stood there, watching the transformation with an eerie smile. That smile alone sent a cold chill down the system’s core. It immediately spun around, its circuits sparking with panic, and sprinted away as fast as its non-corporeal form could manage.  System 4858: Lord God! Save me from this villain! But unknown to the terrified system, even the Lord God himself would be powerless to intervene in this matter. System 4858 could only shed metaphorical tears as it watched its host, the unstoppable force of chaos, begin to twist the world in ways that no one could have predicted.  The world’s Lucky sons who were meant to rise and fight back found themselves bowing to Lucifer’s will. He ordered the world’s protagonists around like mere pawns, and wherever he walked, destruction followed in his wake.  System 4858: Miserable, too miserable But even the unreasonable Lucifer had someone by his side who always smiled whenever Lucifer did something unpredictable.  One day, System 4858 accidentally saw the man playing with the darkness and was terrified. Soon, it was lying powerless in the man’s hands, staring at his smile System 4858 : Huh?! I knew it! Only a demon can accompany another demon.  The man with the red eyes : Hmm? System 4858: sob, sob. Miserable, too miserable