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The Synaptic Schism

"I am not one person. I am a bridge of broken glass." To the world, Lin Yan is a hollow vessel—the "Idiot" son of a fallen dynasty, sold in marriage to the ruthless CEO Lu Jingho. For twenty years, he hasn't uttered a word, his skin recoiling from every touch as if it were a brand of fire. But inside the silent tomb of his mind, a war is screaming. When a fatal accident at age six tore his soul in two, one half stayed to rot in a world of shadows, while the other was cast into a neon-hell of the future. There, he was "The Architect," a legendary hacker forged in the fires of 21st-century torture and digital isolation. Now, the two souls have been slammed back together.Lin Yan has returned with the power to rewrite reality, but his mind is a jagged landscape of psychological trauma, where the ghosts of his future agony haunt his every breath. He thinks he is suffering in secret. He believes he is a ghost protecting his family from the shadows. He is wrong. Unbeknownst to him, the "Origin Code" in his blood is broadcasting his every heartbeat, every traumatic flashback, and every silent plea for help directly into the minds of the Lu family. As Lin Yan wages a cynical, invisible war against the "Ravens" who stole his father, Lu Jingho is forced to listen to the soul-shattering symphony of his husband's pain. In a world where his only comfort is the "Refrigerator"—the cold, steady presence of a husband he thinks he’s fooling—Lin Yan must face the ultimate terror: What happens when the man who cannot be touched finds out his whole world can hear his heart breaking?
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Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts’ Contracts

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.
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