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[Period Articles, Food, Everyday Life] Food blogger Zhou Yan, reborn in 1984, takes over a bankrupt Sichuan restaurant. In this era of scarcity, he offers diners a taste of high-quality cuisine! Cross-legged beef, husband and wife lung slices, mapo tofu, dongpo pork knuckle, diving rabbit... Stir-fry, sauté, roast, steam, deep-fry, boil, braise, smoke... Each dish has its own unique style, each dish offers a unique flavor! From then on, a small town in southern Sichuan gained a renowned small restaurant. Diners gathered around small tables to feast on cross-legged beef, while young people loved the bobo chicken, and connoisseurs drooled over a bowl of Linjiang shredded eel... The silly little girl looked up from her bowl: "If you want noodles, get in line!" [A pure food article, warm and daily life + Sichuan and Chongqing Tyrannosaurus! ] *Author created to Qing Yu Jiang Hu *I'm sharing this book

In the northern frontier of the Song Dynasty, flames of war never ceased. General Yang Ye, defender of the Three Passes, married the fierce She Saihua, giving rise to a lineage of heroes known as the Yang Clan Generals. Among his sons, the steadfast Yang Liu-lang (Sixth Son) stood tall as the pillar of the family. At the bloody battle of Golden Sands Beach, seven sons marched to war—only six returned. Betrayed by the treacherous Chancellor Pan Renmei, the loyal Yang Ye was abandoned at Mount Lang, and died a martyr before the Li Ling Tablet. The court trembled. She Saihua donned mourning robes, and the Yang household bled both pride and kin. Burdened by the fate of his clan, Liu-lang married Princess Chai and fathered Yang Zongbao. With fierce warriors like Meng Liang and Jiao Zan, he swore to guard the realm. But the Heavenly Gate Formation, a deadly arcane array from Liao forces, loomed at the border. To break the formation, Zongbao ventured to Mount Wutai to find his long-lost uncle, the monk Yang Wulang, and descended into Mu Ke Fortress, where he met the unmatched warrior maiden, Mu Guiying. From foes to allies, from sword clashes to shared glories, their love was forged in fire. Mu Guiying shattered the Heavenly Gate. Zongbao and Guiying married, and their children Yang Wenguang and Yang Jinhua became the next torchbearers. Yet peace was fleeting. After Liu-lang’s death, only daughters remained. The banner of the Yang Clan passed to the widows. Led by the indomitable Dowager She Saihua, the Twelve Widow Generals marched west. Yang Paifeng, wielding only a fire poker, shook enemy lines. Mu Guiying returned to the frontlines. Yang Jinhua carried the legacy forward. Steel may break, but their spirit never would. In a world where blood buys peace, the women of Yang stood taller than kings.

I just want to be a human, is that so hard?" Aoki transmigrated to the world of Demon Slayer, obtained a system, and diligently grinded his "profession" level. Suddenly, Muzan came knocking on his door, forcing him to become a demon. From then on, he had two more goals. First, to eat the scumbag boss; second, to find a way to become human again while retaining his demon powers.

Standing before the sealed Nine-Tails, Naruto smiled calmly. “You call this monster evil?” The Mirror World awakened. And Konoha had no idea what it had created. Jutsu can be learned. Legends can be challenged. Gods can be negotiated with. And in a future no one expects, Naruto smiles at Orochimaru and asks: “Do you want these Rinnegan?” The system never promised salvation. Only growth.

In a pack built on power, Amethyst stands at the very bottom — an omega with forbidden fairy blood and a heart that has loved Evren Cael Sterling far longer than she should. He is the future Alpha, born of wolves and demons, destined for greatness… and destined to despise everything she is. A death — a tragedy tied to her parents — forged a hatred sharp enough to cut worlds apart. Yet when the pack torments her, Evren’s rage never touches her. He keeps his distance, keeps his mask, keeps pretending she means nothing. Until the night she collapses, silent and unmoving, and the truth he’s buried under years of anger claws its way to the surface. As Amethyst lies trapped between life and death, old rivalries awaken, ancient secrets unfurl, and the thin line between enemies and fated souls begins to blur. Their worlds were never meant to touch — claws and wings were destined to clash — but some stories ignite in the very place they’re forbidden to exist. Between Claws and Wings is a poetic tale of inherited wars, quiet devotion, and a love powerful enough to defy the past…if it doesn’t destroy them first. [The cover credit belongs to the original owner]

A reader wakes up inside the type of world he used to only read about. (Cover Image: @ninh.ha_7 on tiktok)

He was the God of War. The Emperor of Europe. The man who made the world tremble. Now, he wakes up in the body of a coward. The year is 1429. France is dying. The English armies are at the gates. The treasury is empty. The nobles are traitors. And the King, Charles VII, is a pathetic boy hiding in his castle, waiting to surrender. History says France needs a miracle. History says they need a Saint to save them. Too bad. They got a Monster instead. Napoleon Bonaparte has returned from the dead. And he has no patience for prayers, knights, or chivalry. No Money? He invents the "Victory Bond" and ruthlessly harvests the greedy merchants. No Army? He takes a peasant girl named Joan of Arc, hands her a flag, and turns her into a goddess of war. Invincible English Knights? Napoleon smiles. "Knights match courage. I match Calibers." Watch as the 19th Century crashes into the Middle Ages. Watch as Jean Bureau's cannons turn legendary fortresses into dust. Watch as the "Weakest King" stands on the walls of Orléans and issues an Eviction Notice to the entire English army: "You have 24 hours to leave my country. Or I will bury you in it." Make France Great Again.

When a normal day breaks in an impossible way, a quiet student realizes the world is hiding rules no one talks about. Secrets begin to surface. Time stops behaving normally. To survive, he must uncover the truth before the truth notices him

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

Drowned, betrayed, and humiliated—Brandon’s life ended in the most pathetic way possible. But when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer Brandon. Reborn as Noah Weaverheart—in a novel he had read—the spoiled yet talentless son of a duchess, he quickly realizes a cruel truth: he’s nothing more than a stepping stone, fated to die in the first 30 chapters of this world’s story. But fate isn’t set in stone. Because he now has the Sovereign Bond System, a power that allows him to share everything from the women he bonds with—but at 10,000 times the quality. — [Ding! You have bonded with Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have shared the affinity and talent of Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have obtained the affinity: Ice (SSS rank) and the talent: Sovereign of Ice (SSS rank).] Noah’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. If this world wanted him to be a stepping stone, then he’d crush the so-called protagonist, steal his harem, and rewrite destiny itself. discord link: https://discord.gg/Y7S3ZH5qPy

On that day, the sun suddenly disappeared, the moon and stars following suit, a thick blanket of darkness cast over the planet. Humanity came face to face with its apocalypse, until something appeared, a gigantic bird, on its head a young man, injured, broken, his hair whipping in the wind. But he was still standing, not as humanity's savior or something special like that, but just a human, looking for something to take out his anger on. In his hand was a broken katana. The Katana which started everything, giving him power and pain in equal amounts. Axel hadn't really asked for this, all he wanted was a simple anime prop, a katana, but due to that order, he became a wielder, getting involved in a world of anima wielders - people with supernatural abilities. Soon he finds himself facing off against twisted abominations, wielders who are after the katana, forced into a battle for survival, while struggling to comprehend the powers awakening within him. And finally, the worst happened, something terrible arrived from the vastness of space, and to top it off, they're here for him…

“Oh no… oh yes…. oh no…” When the times change from his usual routine Jayden is forced to do whatever it takes to keep his sanity But when the madness is the only way to survive what other option does he have?? Jayden Hawthorn has everything, from abundant wealth, a face worth dying for to being the heir only heir of his family. That would be great right? Wrong! What would happen when Jayden dies and he finds himself in a foreign yet familiar world where he was actually destined to be? What would happen if he bent a straight pipe?? ******************** Hi guys! Trust when I say it gets better, it’s not like I’ll actually say it does when it doesn’t. I’m open to suggestions and corrections! Chat me up on discord at mcay_precious Join our discord server https://discord.gg/Pzf52ATmQ

In a world scarred by the rise of biomechanical warfare and the shadow of an enigmatic syndicate known only as Ragnarök, one girl stands at the edge of revolution. April, a seemingly ordinary 20-year-old living in the fractured remnants of a future society, hides a past drenched in trauma and secrets. Blinded and deafened during a harrowing attempt to escape her abusive father—a man who destroyed her family—April is forced into a life of silence and darkness. But everything changes after an experimental surgery implants nanotech into her skull, technology far beyond anything humanity should possess. Now, April sees without eyes and hears through a new kind of sense. The nanotech has awakened a dormant potential in her—a  sigil etched behind her head shaped like Two-angelic wings. It’s not just a symbol. It’s her Gear, a powerful combat system linked to ancient animalistic and Zodiac powers—each wielder embodying a creature of legend. When she joins a covert organization aiming to dismantle Ragnarok, April discovers she’s not alone. Other Gear wielders now fight beside her. Read às April navigates brutal missions and highschool halls alike—where rivals like Tessa Lane threaten her sanity with cruel mind games—she must balance normalcy and the battlefield. Every encounter pushes her closer to the truth: about her powers, her family, and Ragnarök’s true purpose. The deeper April digs, the more the lines blur between ally and enemy. With Ragnarök’s agents—like the cold and calculating River Hoss—looming on the horizon, April must decide who she’s willing to trust, who she’s ready to fight, and how far she’ll go to protect what little she has left. The world doesn’t need a hero. It needs a weapon. And it just found one. Author’s Note: Hey everyone! I have a special announcement for all readers of Ultima’s Bite! My official artist, Sara, is currently running a limited-time art offer. Anyone who contacts her and mentions my name "The_Unique_Nine!" will receive 50% off on artwork commissions. As a bonus, every time someone reaches out to her using my name as a reference, she creates free artwork for me — which means more character art and visual content for all of you! If you're interested in getting your own art at half price, here are her contacts: Instagram: @sara_mark767 Discord: sara_mark1 Thank you for supporting the story! ________ (Publishing schedule): Monday+1, Wednesday+1, Friday+1= 3chapters in a week!

In the unforgiving wilderness of a desolate continent, a young wolf is born into a world where the weak are prey and the strong are still prey. This harsh, primal forest is a place where survival is a relentless struggle, and every creature fights to claim their place in the brutal hierarchy of the food chain. From the moment it opens its eyes, the little wolf, named Kai Syaoran, understands the ruthless laws of nature. The little wolf begins to question what it means to be perfect and whether true perfection can ever be achieved without immortality. Driven by an insatiable desire for perfection and the elusive promise of eternity, Kai Syaoran embarks on a perilous journey to rise above all things .

At the school gala, Athena made her grand entrance in the black net dress Rhydric had bought for her. The gown clung to her like a second skin, sheer black net layered over a fitted underdress that hugged every curve without apology. The neckline dipped dangerously… only half her boobs are hidden. The attention shifted the instant she entered. Head turned. Conversations died down immediately. Athena didn't care one bit, instead her eyes scanned the hall, searching for her four handsome men, and she found them already staring. No, not just staring. Devouring. Eryx let out a low breath. “Fuck you, Rhydric,” he muttered, eyes glued to her. “Why would you get her a dress like that?” Rhydric didn’t answer right away. He moved, setting his glass down on the table with an annoying calm. A slow, satisfied smile curved his lips. “That's because, I know what suits my girl best.” he said smoothly, clearly pleased with himself. "Corrections...our girl." Azrael corrected as he drank from his glass. Rhydric ignored his brothers and ignored the countless stares…some stunned, some jealous, some openly resentful. Rhydric closed the distance between them. His hand slid up, and his fingers curled possessively around her neck, without warning he crashed his lips onto hers. Athena gasped, the sound melting into the kiss, and then she smiled against his mouth. Rhydric’s kiss was dark and possessive. It wasn’t gentle at all. In fact, it's the opposite of that. His lips moved hungrily against hers, like a man starving for years. Azrael looked away. Then back again. He shouldn’t be jealous anymore. He knew that. Still…he couldn’t help it. Theodore, on the other hand, smiled, fully satisfied. Waiting patiently for his turn. Eryx rolled his eyes so hard they almost fell out of his head. When the kiss still hadn’t ended, he strode toward them, voice low, almost a growl. “Alright... you've had enough.” Rhydric kissed her a little longer, just to be cruel, before finally releasing her. Athena was all flushed and breathless. Her lips were swollen. Eryx didn’t give her a second to recover. He slammed his lips onto hers, one hand gripped her waist, the other grabbing her ass without hesitation. Athena moaned into his mouth, but the loud music swallowed the sound whole. Eryx pulled back slightly, just enough to smile against her lips, utterly satisfied. He knew she was going to make him pay for that later. And he was all in. Azrael watched, jealousy twisting sharp and unwanted in his chest, but the sight was so damn hot that he felt his little brother twitch. And that was it. His patience snapped. He stood, crossed the space in seconds, yanked Eryx away from Athena, fisted his hand in her hair, and kissed her hard. Athena thought she might actually die. Her knees nearly buckled. She was already dripping wet. Her panties literally soaked. Oh…Fuck them. Fuck them all. Around them, the students stared. Jealousy burning through them. Azrael kissed her until he was satisfied, then finally pulled back. Athena was red as a tomato. He smirked. “You look wrecked...Viper." She slapped his chest and glared up at him. “Shut up...That's all of you fault.” Rhydric and Eryx only smiled. She pushed Azrael back slightly and looked past him. Then she saw Theodore. He was sitting on the table, legs spread wide. One hand tapped lazily against the surface, the other resting on his lap. When their eyes met, he smiled. But beneath that smile, was barely restrained hunger. The three of them had already ruined her enough. He hadn’t wanted to add to it. But, Athena didn’t like that at all. She’d been waiting for his kiss too. So she walked toward him instead. Theo’s jaw clenched the moment she got close. She climbed onto him without hesitation, sitting directly on his little brother. He groaned, arms wrapping around her waist. Before his lips met hers, he murmured teasingly, “Fuck Athena..." without warning he slammed his lips on hers. discord: thaymi_1

When struggling actor Liam Cross is gunned down during a bar robbery, he expects the lights to fade for good. Instead, he opens his eyes in a throne room surrounded by demons – standing inside a summoning circle meant to call forth an ancient Demon God. Only, the god never came. Just him. With no magic, no divinity, and no clue how he got there, Liam is mistaken for Azrakul, the Primordial Demon: a being of infinite power the Demon Queen desperately sought to save her crumbling empire. But when a mysterious System awakens, Liam learns the truth: He’s not a god… yet. [Designation: “Infernal Sovereign” — Activated.] [Requirement: Subjugate the Realm of Demons.] [Power Source: Fear. Faith. Belief.] The System doesn’t just grant strength. Instead, it feeds on the belief of others – turning fear, faith, and lies into real, tangible power. And as an actor who’s spent his whole life pretending to be something greater, Liam finally finds the role he was born to play. Now trapped among ancient monsters and scheming demon nobles, he must perform the part of a god convincingly enough to survive. Because if the demons ever discover he’s a fraud… He’ll die as the man he’s always been— or ascend as the monster he pretended to be.

How would a wolf birth a witch and a witch wed the Devil’s Bone? Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel

Luke Chen died with a bullet through his heart—betrayed by his best friend, Ethan. Ten years later, he wakes up in a world he doesn't recognize. Manhattan is cleaner, more advanced, and running on the Genesis Protocol—the nano-skin technology his mother created and Ethan stole. Now calling himself "King," Ethan has built a empire on Luke's mother's invention, positioning himself as humanity's savior while secretly working toward total world domination. But Ethan made one mistake: he brought Luke back. Resurrected as the Administrator of the Genesis Protocol, Luke is the only person who can challenge Ethan's control. Starting as an E-rank hunter with barely enough power to survive, Luke must level up, uncover the truth about his mother's fate, and dismantle the perfect world his betrayer built—one dungeon at a time. Revenge is a dish best served cold. And Luke just woke up in a world frozen by his enemy's ambition.

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 In the untamed and brutal world of the Stone Age, 22-year-old Dexter William finds himself equipped with a twisted gift: the Pervert Debauchery System. This system thrives on his most primal urges, rewarding him with Pervert Points for every erotic act he commits. Dexter becomes excited thinking about whether this world even has a concept of cheating on a husband. He wonders if he can have sex with someone's wife in front of their husband and play innocently with them, showing them various sex techniques and even taking their assholes, teaching them that it can be used for things other than defecating. [ Pervert Debauchery System ] [ Transmigration Successful ] [ Found.... The Pervert Host ] [ Loading System..... Successful ] [ Pervert Debauchery System ] Name: Dexter Williams Age: 22 Skills: None Abilities: None Pervert Points: None System Storage: [Gift Pack X 5]  SUPER-MARKET STORE - Anything the host wishes to buy is available in the store, from food, clothing, skills, abilities, and anything else, by paying a corresponding Pervert Points. The system includes a Super-Market Store, where anything from food and clothing to skills and abilities can be purchased using Pervert Points. As Dexter navigates this harsh landscape, he uses his ability called "Pervert Eyes," which allows him to see exactly how many points he will earn by touching and teasing various parts of a woman's body. This ability reveals potential points floating above women like a perverse aura, guiding his actions and fueling his predatory instincts. The more intimate and explicit the act, the higher the reward, driving Dexter to push the boundaries of his erotic conquests. The Magical Tool, a reward from the Pervert Debauchery System, is a versatile and powerful tool that can transform into anything Dexter desires. Whether he needs clothes to blend in, weapons to assert dominance, or tools to create comforts that mesmerize the primitive people around him, the Magical Tool adapts to his every need, giving him an unparalleled advantage in this primitive world. Dexter becomes a master of seduction and manipulation, using his modern cunning to exploit the innocence of the cavewomen. He starts with seemingly innocent touches, his hands lingering on their skin, his fingers brushing against their most intimate areas. His perverted eyes guide him, showing him the most lucrative spots to touch and tease. He whispers promises of pleasure and excitement, gradually leading the women into his web of desire. Through his manipulation and dominance, Dexter ascends to become an immortal being, ruling over the world and indulging in his carnal desires with the tribal women, ensuring his legacy of lust and power endures. In this explicit and erotic tale, Dexter Williams' journey is one of survival, manipulation, and the abuse of power. With his Pervert Eyes, he sees the world through a lens of lust and desire, using his perverse abilities to ensure his dominance in the Stone Age. It is a story of unbridled lust, deception, and the lengths to which one might go to ensure their own survival and pleasure. Dexter's conquests become increasingly vulgar and explicit as he explores the depths of his debauchery and corruption. He corrupts innocent cavewomen, making them surrender to his debauchery and transforming them into willing participants in his twisted fantasies. Join Dexter's wild ride through the Stone Age, where he fucks his way through the hottest babes of the time. You Can Join Me on Discord https://discord.gg/cNazpAgZvt

Lu Lin had transmigrated to a cultivation world, yet the sad thing was that he had no spiritual root, unable to cultivate, and could only practice martial arts. But a martial arts practitioner was as lowly as an ant here, serving as no more than a cultivator’s tool and cannon fodder. Their Qi and Blood(vitality), tempered body, and combat skills seemed to cultivators’ spiritual energy, spells, and magical weapons a flimsy sheet of paper. Fortunately, he had awakened with the Martial Dao Furnace, which could transform spiritual energy into time spent training. Should a year’s time fail, then two years. Should two years fail, then a decade. Should a decade fail, then a century, or a millennium? Blazing Sun Technique---→Nine-Sun Divine Technique Grass Skimming---→ Sky Treading Footwork Steel Elephant Body---→Primordial Dragon-Elephant Art A crude martial arts technique to the scorn of immortals? Toss it into the Furnace, subject it to a millennium’s deduction. After tens of thousands of tweaks, it eventually became what rocked the cultivation world. Without a spiritual root? Then mold my blood, flesh, tendons, and bones into an undying golden body. Without magical weapons? Then smash magical weapons into pieces with my fists. Without spells? My self-created martial arts has developed a Behemoth Self-Projection, whose punch shatters mountains and rivers and whose stomp breaks space. In desperate, oppressed enslavement, as a mortal, Lu Lin forcibly hacked a path of martial arts longevity through an immortals-dominated world. With the wood fire ever burning, the Dao of martial arts would be everlasting; establish my Dao with martial arts, force a breakthrough into immorality!