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Star Wars: Emperor of All Kind

Star Wars: Empire of the Eternal Star Drifting through the endless void, Leo Astra awakens aboard a Homeworld-class mothership, its systems whispering forgotten secrets of war and conquest. The galaxy before him is one of endless conflict—Jedi and Sith locked in their eternal struggle, empires rising and crumbling like dust in the solar wind. At first, he is an outsider, a lone wanderer in a universe ruled by titanic forces. "This galaxy is a crucible of war… How can I possibly survive?" But then—the mothership’s database unlocks. Within its vast archives lie the blueprints of empires long thought impossible—fleets from Sins of a Solar Empire, warships from Halo, the dreadnoughts of EVE, the armadas of Starcraft, and the technological marvels of Stellaris. And in cryostasis? Jim Raynor, the Master Chief, Hierarch Artanis, Eve, 2B, Samus, Gamora, Amberley Vail, Lelith Hesperax, Starfire—warriors and tacticians beyond compare, awaiting his command. His despair turns to ambition. "The Sith crave dominion. The Jedi seek balance. The Republic clings to survival. But I? I will forge something greater. An empire that will burn like an eternal star!" The Jedi and Sith, the Republic and Empire, the Hutts, Mandalorians, and warlords—they will all kneel before the Empire of the Eternal Star. The galaxy will never be the same. Exploring beyond this splendid galaxy is a journey that leads far beyond this remote area; what lies in store for him and his empire there is whether the Empire of the Eternal Star will ever radiate beyond this distant galaxy to govern the infinite expanse beyond. ----- This is a translated work that has been extensively modified.
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When I Transmigrated, I Became Genarel’s Omen Bride

In a 1970s village where love is a literal death sentence, an "Omen Bride" must fake a life with a cold-blooded soldier—praying his lack of heart will keep them both alive. Lin Yue wakes up nauseous, her lungs burning with the dry, dusty air of a stranger’s 1970s body. By sunset, the man who just confessed his love to her is dead. It wasn’t heartbreak. It wasn’t a coincidence. It was an "accident" everyone saw coming—except for the victim. In this village, affection is a poison. Any man who falls for Lin Yue dies within thirty days. The deeper the feeling, the faster the blood stops pumping. The villagers call her the Omen Bride. Mothers lock their sons away when she passes, and the gossip in the dirt alleys has a sharper edge than any butcher’s knife. Lin Yue doesn't have time to cry over graves. She only has time to survive. Her only shield? Gu Chen. A cold, disciplined soldier with a soul made of iron and zero interest in romance. He doesn't linger. He doesn't stare. He doesn't look at her with that soft, doomed glow in his eyes. To Lin Yue, his emotional distance isn't a flaw—it’s her armor. She clings to him, not out of desire, but out of desperation. She starts a fake marriage rumor, weaponizing his coldness to keep the "accidents" at bay. Until the shield starts to crack. Gu Chen begins doing things that look dangerously like care. Standing too close in the rain. Blocking the village's venom with his own body. Saying her name like it actually matters. And then, the accidents start circling him. Lin Yue knows the pattern. She’s seen the countdown before. To save him, she has to be the villain. She must lie harder, act crueler, and push him into the frost. But Gu Chen isn’t stupid. He sees the pattern. He knows the lethal rule. And he stays anyway. Because this time, love isn’t a misunderstanding. It’s a tactical decision. A countdown they both can hear. And if loving her means dying? Gu Chen is a soldier—he’s already chosen his hill to die on.
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