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I Don't Want This Kind of System!!

Everly, a connoisseur of orphan-to-riches tropes, always assumed her origin story began with a dramatic abandonment at the orphanage gates. Turns out, her life was even more cliché than her favorite novels! She wasn't merely dumped; she was swapped—a long-lost heiress to a vast fortune. Just when she thought her life couldn't get any more tropey, a mysterious System materialized, offering her a chance at a "good ending." The catch? Its "abilities" ranged from the utterly bizarre to the downright mortifying, making Everly question if a happy ending was truly worth the existential cringe. *** System 006: [Host, please choose 1 of these 3 system abilities!] Everly: "They're all weird! Let me just pick random!" System 006: [Hehe... host, I forgot to say that each system will have consequences, so something will happen to you when you use it...] Everly: "!!!" Days later, having been reunited with her biological family and experimenting with the System's... unique function, the consequence were already glaringly apparent. Her beloved brother: "My little sister is precious, but I need therapy to keep up with her alien-like thinking." Handsome man 1: "She's a pervert! I'm scared she'll take my innocence..." Handsome man 2: "Every time she talks, I feel like killing her. Is that normal?" NOTE: Please disconnect all logical circuits before proceeding with this novel, as it's an absolute chaotic comedy where the MC, Everly, has several screws loose in her brain. Don't expect much normalcy here—sanity checked out long ago and never came back.
callciel_rin · 59.4k Views

Turn of Tides : A Family’s Fate Reversed

She lived quietly & obediently in her former life. Born into a stable, ordinary family, she watched everything collapse in front of her—not overnight, but over the years of her life, slow, deliberate & cruel. A trusted uncle who had watched her siblings grow up along with his own children, masked as kin, infiltrated the family business through verbal partnerships & the goodwill of everyone. With zero contracts, no records & no defenses, ambition turned into entitlement, and entitlement turned into dominance. Her aunt, the real owner of the business, had the power to overturn things and bring everything under her control—but she never did. Not after trust blinded her judgment, not after grief softened her resolve, & not after her adopted daughter was married into the very family that would later become their enemies. As time passed, their power became dominant in the business. They secretly gathered forces, creating relationships with powerful allies. They never allowed the aunt to grow her business, using excuses that there was less profit or no need for expansion. She believed them, or partially neglected their actions for the sake of her daughter. By the time she realized the gravity of the situation, cases were filed, relatives were bought with charity money & her uncle was cornered and humiliated. It was already too late. The family fractured. Sisters drifted apart. Her aunt died with regret, and her father did too. The family of eleven survived, but they grew distant, as people who had endured, not people who were protected. She died full of regret. Then she was reborn again during the mid-term exam of her 5th grade, right before the start of her mid-break vacation. She was 11 years old again, at the start of her middle school, & this time she was not alone. An omnipotent system awakened within her—far more advanced than anything she had ever read in system novels. It possessed records of past timelines, branching futures, investment probabilities, legal outcomes, and strategic knowledge. It offered a personal space she could enter with her soul or body, rare enhancement pills, and access to future-changing opportunities. But she knew nothing came free. Every resource required quests. Every shortcut demanded a cost. And every piece of knowledge could be refused. This was not a system meant to replace her choices. It was a system meant to test them. Regressed five years before the first betrayal, she knew what was coming—the verbal agreements, the erosion of authority, the marriage she couldn’t stop, and when trust became a weapon. She didn’t return for revenge. She believed that if things didn’t turn for the better, she would create her own path for the betterment of her family. For a whole year, she observed. She strategized. She studied every dynamic, every action of her family. She planned her own business empire and pushed her sisters & family members toward financial independence, so they would not trap themselves in regret-filled lives. When her uncle and siblings restarted their business, she did not appear beside them. She did not stand at the front. She did not sign documents. She built a business empire that never bore her name. Shell companies, silent investments, layered ownership, and market positioning became her only language. While others clashed openly, she shifted pricing, supply access, capital flow, and regulatory paths—always untraceable. The conflict that followed was not a feud. It was a cold market war. No accusations were made. No past was revisited. Those who once relied on manipulation simply found every path blocked. By the time they realized they were losing— There was no enemy left to face. Only outcomes.
Kainat_Siddiqui · 645 Views

THE SCENT OF MY BELOVED HUSBAND

The Scent of My Beloved Husband “I can’t see your face, but my heart knows your scent.” Hilary was a world-renowned chef— the queen of a billion-dollar culinary empire, and the wife of the most powerful man in the city. Her life was perfection. Until an earthquake shattered her kitchen… and her mind. When Hilary woke up in the hospital, the man she loved had become a stranger. The diagnosis was merciless: Progressive Prosopagnosia. A growing brain tumor was slowly stealing her ability to recognize faces. To the world, Hilary remained a genius. To herself, she was a woman living among nameless ghosts—unable to recognize the smile of her own husband. ⸻ The CEO’s Vow Every morning, Gerard stands beside her bed and introduces himself. “I am Gerard. Your husband. I love you.” He becomes her eyes in public, her shield in private, and her secret map through a world that no longer has faces. But in a city ruled by power and perfection, how long can a billionaire protect a wife who can’t even recognize him in a crowded room? ⸻ The Predator in the Kitchen Bianca—an ambitious assistant chef—discovers Hilary’s secret. She doesn’t see a sick woman. She sees an opening. By mimicking Gerard’s scent and quietly gaslighting Hilary’s senses, Bianca begins a calculated hunt—not just for Hilary’s position, but for her husband. After all, what is a wife who can’t even see the man she loves? ⸻ The Ultimate Sacrifice As an international culinary competition approaches and the board of directors moves to strip Gerard of his empire for standing beside an “incapacitated” wife, Gerard is forced to make a choice the world is watching. A multi-billion-dollar legacy… or the woman who can only recognize him by scent. In a world that demands perfection, can love survive when the person you adore is nothing more than a familiar scent in the dark? A heart-wrenching romance about devotion, sensory betrayal, and a love that proves seeing someone has nothing to do with sight.
ChoiSylvesterJung · 481 Views

Melon Eating Cannon Fodder, On Air!

An Ning opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated into a novel which she had just read. In the novel, the original An Ning nothing more than cannon fodder - a quiet girl whose silence was painted as arrogance. Every setup turned into a scandal, and misunderstandings tarnished her reputation, until by the finale she was buried under trending tags like #TwoFacedQueen and #MostHatedContestant. But now that former A-list actress An Ning had become her, she wasn’t about to let that happen. Armed with her superstar instincts and a melon-eating system that boosted her luck whenever she gossiped or reveled in drama, she was ready to flip the script. Low luck value meant traps and misunderstandings. But high luck value? It meant schemes collapsing, netizens cheering, and golden opportunities falling right into her lap. This time, An Ning would protect the original’s dignity, reclaim her reputation, and maybe-just maybe- find herself in an unscripted love story. Peeking from the door, An Ning thought she’d catch her boss in the act - after all, the grapevine said he was secretly in a relationship, and it wasn’t every day she could eat melon about her own boss. But the office was empty. Just as she turned to leave, an ominous voice from behind. “Enjoying yourself, Miss An?” She stiffened, caught red-handed.”…I was just passing by.” He stepped closer, his voice low, carrying a hint of amusement. “Passing by at midnight?” The system chimed: [Ding!Unexpected encounter detected - Heartbeat +50] (Side note:”melon-eating” is a Chinese slang for watching or consuming gossip/drama as an onlooker. A “melon” = a juicy piece of gossip)
PasserbyWrites · 290.4k Views