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You are my painkiller.

At fourteen, Lan Chuwen lost everything. He fought valiantly, raising his younger brother alone. He lost an eye, but a silver one grew back, yet he never looked back. Until he met Jin Rusong—a man who, even with his scarred body, still praised his handsomeness. This isn't a story about being rescued, but a story about standing up when no one is there to support you. At fourteen, Lan Chuwen lost his last refuge. His older brother, Lan Ming, died of illness, leaving him and his younger brother, Lan Linhui, to live alone in a cold and impoverished world. Chuwen didn't cry, because he had no time to cry. He dropped out of school, lied about his age, and entered the underground boxing ring. Blood blurred his left eye. Ribs were broken. Knuckles cracked. He won, not because he was stronger, but because he couldn't afford to lose. Every punch he took was paying for Linhui's tuition. Every drop of blood he shed was a brick he built for his future. At seventeen, he lost his left eye forever—cut by a blade hidden in his opponent's glove. He had a silver prosthetic eye fitted, shining like a cold star. But this prosthetic eye didn't conceal his pain; instead, it wore it like armor. He struggled all the way to Harvard, then threw himself into entrepreneurship. He built a company from scratch. He was young, scarred, and taciturn. People whispered about his past—dirty jobs, bars, shame. These words couldn't explain everything about him, nor did they need to. Then, Jin Rusong appeared. Rusong was the heir to a wealthy family, gentle and steady in nature. He first met Chuwen in a small coffee shop where Chuwen worked the night shift. Chuwen was exhausted, covered in wounds, and barely spoke. Rusong ordered an Americano but didn't drink it, just silently watching him. Not out of pity, but out of curiosity. This kind of interaction didn't become the norm. First, he brought coffee beans, then strawberries, and finally, he simply and steadfastly stayed by his side. Rusong was the first person who didn't demand that Chuwen be strong. He simply stayed by his side silently. When Chuwen's old wounds flared up and his head throbbed with pain, Rusong would gently massage his temples. When nightmares woke him, Rusong would silently embrace him. Chuwen called him "my painkiller"—not because Rusong could eliminate his pain, but because he made the pain bearable. Even with Chuwen covered in scars, Rusong still praised his beauty. "You Are My Painkiller" is not a story about redemption. It tells the story of two people who choose each other every day, not because of their scars, but because they carry those scars. It tells the story of a brother becoming a father, a lover becoming a home, and the silent strength of never letting go.
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Void Dragon

For countless eras, the gods waged relentless wars, with each divine race seeking supremacy over the cosmos. These battles reshaped entire realms, turned galaxies into graveyards, and left nothing but destruction in their wake. To put an end to the bloodshed, Aeternal Academy was created — a sacred institution designed to unite the most powerful bloodlines and enforce a lasting peace. Here, all divine beings are required to take on more humble forms, such as the human form, as a representation of equality. Yet, even within this sanctuary, the Void Dragons, one of many divine races, remain considered an anomaly in creation. Born from the Primordial Void, they are feared, despised, and seen as a mistake in the grand design of existence. Kyrion, a Void Dragon of unknown origin, cares little for his race’s reputation. Prestige and power mean nothing to him, and sleeping is his only passion. On his first day, disregarding all rules, he falls asleep in his true form, hidden away in an isolated forest. There, he is discovered by Aurëalis, the princess of the Light Dragons, the most revered divine race in existence. From that moment on, an unthinkable bond begins to form. But the cosmos does not forgive what it cannot comprehend. The union of light and void is an affront to the order imposed by the gods, and when Aurëalis vanishes without a trace, Kyrion is thrust into a web of conspiracies and betrayals that extend far beyond the academy's walls. Hunted, betrayed, and forced into battles he never wished to fight, he must decide whether to remain the indifferent observer he has always been… or rise as the very being his enemies fear most. After all, the void is not merely darkness. And those who despise it… may soon learn to fear it. --Updated weekly--
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Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
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As A Mafia Boss, I Refuse To Be An Extra

In the year 2350, Earth changed forever. Portals tore open across the skies, unleashing monstrosities no human had ever faced. But with the monsters came awakening – humans gained power, ranks, and a status screen that defined their place in the new world. Two centuries later, power no longer belonged to politicians, but to the awakened. Damian Valcor, a bored 15-year-old, only cared about passing the entrance exam for an academy. But on the eve of the results, his life was overturned when he awakened the memories of his past life. A past life where he was not an ordinary man… But a ruthless mafia boss. To his shock, the world he now lived in was nearly identical to a novel he had once come across in his previous life. Although he remembered the world, he didn’t remember any of the characters of that novel. But he was sure of one thing. Damian Valcor was not one of the main characters. He was just a random Extra. With underworld cunning, ruthless ambition, and the knowledge of what lies in the future for this world, Damian must make sure to protect his loved ones, the loved ones he never had in his past life. He will make sure to snuff out the existence of any being who dared to endanger them. But for that… He needs to rise as the one pulling the strings. And to do that, he needed… Power. "Power isn’t granted, it’s taken – and I’ve had a lifetime of practice." ________________ Schedule:- 2 Chapter/Day for now. Make sure to add this novel to your collections and give reviews if you like it :) Discord:- https://discord.gg/5PxSMfSUhJ
Whispering_Sloth · 1m Views