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[Undead Synthesis | Entry Fusion | Ruthless | Witch Transformation | Slight Yuri Undertone] This world is insane. Gods who’ve lost themselves. Witches who’ve stolen divinity. A Church that publicly worships gods — yet secretly covets their power. Nobles who appear honorable — yet devour people whole behind closed doors. If one were to summarize the entire continent’s history in a single phrase, it would be: “The weak are prey, and profit rules all.” Earthling Hemu reincarnated into such a rotten world — as a minor lord despised by all nobles. Assassinations, ambushes, poisonings, false accusations, rebellions — there’s no “most devious,” only “more devious.” Fortunately, the Transmigrator Administration Bureau hadn’t forgotten to hand out cheats: the ability to plunder others’ entries, fuse entries into stronger ones, and raise an invincible army of the undead. Since the ruling class refused to play fair, she decided to flip the entire board instead. “Assassinate me? Fine — I’ll slaughter your whole family.” “Frame me? Then don’t blame me for framing you back.” “Rebel against me? Too bad — I already control your soldiers.” Manipulating souls, rewriting minds, constructing a Soul Network and building an Underworld in another realm, using alchemy to forge titanic giants, modifying bloodlines to create the ultimate race — and when technology wasn’t enough, she’d simply fuse entries to break all limits. Step by step, she ascended the path to godhood. Yet, who could have foreseen — that the world’s calamity, the ruler of death, the “Little Western Lord” of Heim, the eternally youthful Loli Reaper, the legendary Death Witch, Hel Heim — would one day come to regret most of all the moment she placed upon herself that damned [Witch] entry.

Abidemi had always felt like an outsider the moment her mother died. Sure, she had a best friend and little brother but it never erased the feeling that she didn't belong to the Kingdom Of Valtis. So she decided to leave Valtis for Elov. What awaits her?

Clara Bennett's previous life was shattered when she discovered her husband cheating with her best friend, leading to a tragic fate of one body and two lives. Upon waking again, she finds herself reborn on the night before her engagement, determined not to become the foolish victim of love as she was in her past life. Thus, she takes the initiative to seduce the rumored ailing tycoon of the Beijing social circle, William Foster, intent on finding a more stable source of support. Unexpectedly, William Foster proposes marriage himself. Thinking about the wealthy widowhood that awaits her, William doesn’t hesitate to agree. Having turned the tables to become the aunt of her unfaithful ex, Clara watches as he greets her politely, feeling her choices were worth it. However, her expectations of a deceased husband post-marriage were never met, instead— William Foster: "Darling, I never said I had an ailment." —— William Foster, rumored to be the ailing tycoon of the Beijing social circle, is known for being cold and abstinent. Yet the rumor of his aversion to women was dispelled by his nephew’s fiancée, as one night with her left him addicted. In order to keep her by his side, he decides on a fake marriage but genuine love. He insists on winning the beauty over completely.

"One wild night, one mystery man, and one very legally binding marriage certificate later..." Jasmine Heart did not sign up for this. Okay, maybe she did—technically. But in her defense, she was drunk! Now, she’s stuck being Mrs. Frost. Her new husband? Aiden Stark Frost. Billionaire. CEO. Certified menace in a three-piece suit. And he has a plan: one year of marriage or one heir—then he’ll let her go. But Jasmine has her own plan too: Make Aiden’s life a living hell until he begs for a divorce. - Rearranging his million-dollar mansion? Done. - Making his life hell by flirting with his business rivals? Check. - Playing the perfect doting wife… but only in public while pretending to be the worst wife imaginable? Absolutely. - Definitely not falling for his infuriatingly smug face? Working on it. But Aiden? He’s enjoying the challenge. And worse? There’s something in his dark, knowing gaze that sends shivers down her spine. Something dangerous. Something that whispers… she might not be entirely human either. Let the games begin!

...You turn and see a man like no other, his black hair falls perfectly in place and his piercing blue eyes meet yours. Every muscle in his body sings in perfect harmony as he moves. ...He gives you a cocky smile and slowly removes his shirt. You knew that the man before you was well built but this is a ridiculously, breath-stealing, indefinable masterpiece sitting in front of you. You're trying to regain some sort of respectability around him but you can't control the flush shifting inside the very foundation of your being. You swallow visibly. He sees your blush shining like a beacon for all to see. His cocky smile returns on his face and he knows what he's doing to you... ....You open the door and the smell of the ocean fills your senses. You feel the wind through your hair and the unmistakable stickiness that comes with the sea air. You walk on the deck to the side of the ship. The moonlight is playing on the dark ocean in front of you. It's a warm summer night. You hear the waves crashing against the ship. You take a deep breath of the fresh ocean air. You stare at the ocean and an unfamiliar calmness comes over you. You feel for the first time that you have to be here, that this is where you belong. You've always wondered if you made the right choice and this feeling right here confirms what you've been thinking all this time. This is your home now....

Lyra moves away from her home for a change. A place where the memories doesn't hunt her , or a place that finally gives her hope. She is excited for her college but what happens when she meets her childhood crush after six years apart and falls in love with him this time.

When Jiang Feng’s family mansion was forced to get demolished by the government for development, he was compensated with ten million. The moment he received the money, a system appeared. [Ding! Congratulations on activating the Divine-grade Choice System] Choice 1: Show off your ten million. Allow your relatives to mooch off you and send expensive wedding gifts to your girlfriend. Reward: Title – Good Person. Choice 2: Invest everything in Bitcoin for huge profits in the future. Reward: One hundred million. (One-time deal) Jiang Feng didn’t even hesitate to choose the second choice. He invested everything in Bitcoin and made a hundred million. However, he posted a different story online. “I lost everything in cryptocurrency. I’ll have to start all over again.” The moment the post went online, all sorts of demons and devils appeared. From that day onwards, Jiang Feng finally saw the true nature of humans.

"...is that the end for me?" His eyes closed, accepting his fate. He thought it was the end. However, it was not. When Liam awoke from the endless darkness, he found himself in a world much different from his own―and in a body that was unfamiliar. "...[ The Golden Hero ] This is..." It seemed that he was given another chance at life. No longer as Liam, but as Rowen, a character from a novel. But, there was a slight problem. Rowen was a villain. A secondary villain at that. His fate was to be manipulated by the antagonist and killed by the hero. It was a tragedy. What could he possibly do? Of course, not wanting to let fate decide for him again, he took up his arms, stopping at nothing to prevent his tragic death. He had to survive in a cruel world where fate was not in his favour. If it meant killing the protagonist, the crown prince or even the main villain; he would do so. All so that he could live the life he wants.

On the most popular interstellar forum, there is a hot topic: What is the most unbelievable thing that has happened around you? Chun Mian: Thanks for the invite. I was sitting at home, and a door fell from the sky. Life is like a tightly closed door, before opening it, you never know, what you will face: a living person or a forty-meter-long blade! (Quick Transmigration, No CP)