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Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

Olivia's life turned dark in the blink of an eye. The tragic death of her parents in a car accident was just the beginning. She was betrayed by her lover and her best friend, and even her family's inheritance was seized by greedy relatives. For years, Olivia lived in solitude, accompanied only by her favorite fantasy novel, My Beloved Ophlia. However, her heart was shattered when her favorite character—Javien, the loyal second male lead—was tragically killed off by the novel's author just for the happiness of the main character. In tears and frustration, Olivia left one final comment: "I would be any character, as long as I could save Javien." When Olivia opened her eyes the next day, she was no longer in her cramped rental room. She woke up in a strange world, in the body of a character she never expected. Is Olivia capable of changing the already written fate of Javien's death? Or will she herself become entangled in a plot more cruel than her original world?

The Creator has become the Creature. Thirty-three-year-old Carrie Smith was a master of misery. A jaded author who lived for tragedy, she spent her nights crafting cold, god-like Alphas and the women they were destined to break. But after a glitch in reality, Carrie wakes up in a nightmare of her own making. She has transmigrated into Li Lian—the twenty-year-old cannon fodder she designed to suffer. The Script is live. And she’s the target. Now trapped in a world governed by her own cruel rules: The Law of the War-Path: The Luna must prove her worth by serving the Alpha and his scouts. The Alpha’s Decree: Commander Yan—the man she gave a heart of stone—is determined to destroy her to protect another. The Body’s Betrayal: Despite her resistance, Li Lian’s body is programmed to crave the very monster she’s trying to escape. As Carrie tries to break free by defying the plot, something goes terribly wrong. Her indifference makes the cold Alpha interested. Her defiance confuses the Script. And her rebellion begins to rewrite the tragedy itself. General Wei may be more than just a character—he might be her only ally. But the Script is evolving. And it is determined to make her a victim. Can a cynical author survive her own story without becoming the tragedy she wrote? Or will the villain she created prove that some monsters… are impossible to escape? . . “I wrote you to be a monster, Commander Yan Liang. I didn’t realize I’d be the one you devoured.” . . -This book contains historical elements; 100% of the ancient Chinese facts used are gotten from research. Please do not come for the author if there's a misunderstanding. Ty. -Book cover is mine. But just in case, reach out to me on IG and I'll take it down.

Felix, a business elite, died in a car accident under a heavy truck, but his soul accidentally traveled to New York in 1860 and became a 19-year-old Irish youth with nothing. With only 100 dollars in his pocket, he built a canning factory from scratch using modern business thinking, expanding it to become a company. During the turbulent years of the Civil War, his assets soared thanks to precise planning. With the advent of the Gilded Age, he expanded into oil, steel, military industry, railroads, and even ventured into media, real estate, electrical technology, and the hotel industry. From a contemporary elite to a 19th-century pauper, how did he create a multi-faceted, top-tier family tycoon in America a century ago? This is a translation America 1860: Building a Financial Tycoon from Scratch 美利坚1860：从零开始当财阀

Trent Sullivan wakes as a seventeen-year-old Ezio Auditore in 1476 Florence, finding his soul fused with a hybrid Isu-fragment consciousness interface. This living ledger tracks his achievements to unlock muscle memory and latent Isu technology while he works to rewrite the Auditore tragedy. Racing against a ticking quest timer, he must use modern strategic thinking to evacuate his family and survive a city filled with Templar informants.

"Before the crosshairs, all men are equal." In 1939, a modern youth named Walter is transmigrated to the Finnish front lines, beginning his journey in the "Hell Mode" of the Winter War. To survive beneath the crushing steel torrent of the Red Army, he transforms into the "Butcher of the Snowy Night," fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with the legendary sniper Simo Häyhä. From the frozen forests of Karelia to the vengeful counter-offensives launched with German support, and eventually deep into the purgatory of the Eastern Front within the Soviet heartland, his journey is one of blood and iron. On the long trek from Ladoga to Stalingrad, his former conscience is forged by the fires of war into cold, ruthless instinct. This is the story of how an ordinary man evolves step-by-step into a pinnacle predator, carving his legend into the most brutal permafrost of World War II.

He died once — pushed to death by the one person who had spent years making his life hell. || He woke up in someone else's body. Someone else's wedding. Someone else's empire. The rules of his new life were simple: smile at the banquets, pour the tea, be the perfect house-husband. Survive. Gerffron Wadee was very good at surviving. He had already done it once, in a different body, in a different world, under the hands of someone who hated him for simply existing. || He had not planned on Styrmir. He had not planned on the boy locked in the dungeon beneath the estate — eighteen years old, body wasted to half that, eyes like winter that had forgotten it was allowed to melt. He had not planned on the way that boy flinched at raised voices but never at his. Had not planned on the nights spent teaching him to read, the mornings teaching him to fight, the quiet dangerous in-between hours that felt like something Gerffron had never once been allowed to have. || He told himself it was pity. Then responsibility. He ran out of lies around the time Styrmir started looking at him like he was the only fixed point in a spinning world. The Duke has her own secrets. The Crown Prince has his own designs. And the past Gerffron thought he'd left behind in another life has followed him across worlds, wearing a brand new face. Gerffron Wadee has survived one lifetime of being destroyed by someone he trusted. He knows exactly how dangerous it is to let someone matter. || He lets Styrmir matter anyway. || Because some loves don't ask permission. They just arrive — quiet, inevitable, and absolutely impossible to undo. BL isekai | slow burn | dark secrets | he came back to life just to lose his heart all over again

In a city defined by its glittering boulevards and hushed galleries, two souls find themselves caught between the comfort of tradition and the fire of authentic creation. Parisian Canvas: A Painter's Love is a vibrant journey through 1880s Paris, where the scent of turpentine and the scratch of a pen weave a tale of artistic rebellion and profound connection. The Painter: Elise Fontaine, a solitary artist of the people, retreats to her Montmartre attic to capture the unvarnished truth of everyday life—from the stooped shoulders of a laundress to the weathered hands of a craftsman. The Writer: Henri, a quiet observer of the human condition, fills leather-bound notebooks with the whispered stories of the city, seeking the universal in the smallest intimate moments. The Conflict: As their intertwined destinies unfurl in bohemian cafés and sun-drenched studios, they must navigate the crushing weight of family expectations and a rigid art establishment that demands pretty illusions over raw truth. Faced with seductive offers that would compromise their souls for the sake of fame, Elise and Henri must decide if they have the courage to burn as brightly as they were meant to—together. Parisian Canvas: A Painter's Love is an evocative exploration of resilience, the beauty found in struggle, and the enduring power of love to shape the narrative of a city.

Xie Lian, once revered as a god, experiences a series of falls from grace, ultimately becoming known as the "Misfortune God". He is eventually reunited with Hua Cheng, a powerful ghost king, and together they navigate the celestial realms and the world below.

I don’t remember the years. I remember the snow. The bread. The cigarettes. The bridge. The scar. The stone. The windmill. I remember Old Li’s face when he smoked. The way he squinted, like he was thinking about something good. I remember Anna’s laugh. Her eyes curved, like a moon. I remember the photo Muhammed showed me. His white shirt. The bridge behind him. “I made that,” he said. “Three years. Hundreds of drawings.” I remember the cold. The cracks on my hands. The dishwater turning pink. I remember the taste of spring rolls made from cabbage scraps. The doubanjiang my mother packed in my bag. The taste was not my mother’s. It was Warsaw’s. The taste behind the bread stand. I remember the women and men who came and went. Most of them I don’t remember their names. Their faces are blurry. Their voices are fading. But some of them stayed. They stayed because they were pushed. By wars. By borders closing and opening. By countries that no longer exist. By history. They were pushed to the same places I was pushed. To Warsaw. To Berlin. To Paris. To Naples. To Amsterdam. We were all pushed. We found each other in the cracks. We shared bread. We shared cigarettes. We shared vodka. We shared the stories we carried. The stories were heavy. But we carried them anyway. I was the one who listened. Because I could understand. Not everything. But enough. Enough to remember. Enough to write down. This book is not about the years. It is about them. About the snow in Warsaw. The light in Paris. The sun in Naples. About the bread Anna gave me. The cigarettes Old Li smoked. The bridge Muhammed built. The scar on Emma’s shoulder. The stone Zahra kept in her bag. About the people who came and went. The ones who stayed. The ones who disappeared. I write them down. So they don’t disappear.

Ronx gets taken out of his normal life and is forced to join the dangerous organization called "Undead Crow", Which is an organization that eliminates criminals with powerful abilities. The story is taken place in the Victorian era but still has modern stuff like guns or coffee shops.

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

Born as the Crown Princess of the Yu Empire, Yu Shayue dedicated her youth to the strength and survival of her nation. She endured relentless discipline, mastered martial and strategic arts, and sacrificed every fragment of her innocence in service of her family. Yet, in return, she was met not with gratitude, but with betrayal, scorn, and abandonment by those she trusted most. Wronged by her own blood, Shayue casts aside her former loyalty and rises with unyielding determination, to reclaim what was always hers. Her path to power leads her to a perilous alliance: a political marriage to Lin Yechen, the ruthless Crown Prince of the Lin Empire, an empire long bound to hers by generations of hostility and war. Feared for his cold intellect and merciless rule, Lin Yechen is a man whose trust is as dangerous as his enmity. Their union is not one of affection, but of calculated intent,two formidable minds bound by ambition, secrets, and quiet vengeance. Within the treacherous court of the Lin Empire, where every smile conceals a scheme and every step may lead to ruin, Shayue must fight not only for survival, but for control over her fate. Yet, as time unfolds and truths begin to surface, the distance between hostility and understanding begins to blur. In the silence between battles and beneath layers of guarded hearts, something unexpected takes root. What begins as a union of necessity slowly transforms, where suspicion softens into trust, and rivalry gives way to a love neither of them ever sought… nor ever believed they deserved. Will Yu Shayue succeed in reclaiming her destiny without losing herself in the process? And when vengeance and love stand at odds, which path will she choose?

When Yun woke up her illness had disappeared and instead she'd become a plant in a fantasy world with only fragmented memories of her past. With fate pushing her to the path of growing stronger, Yun is certain something is wrong. A system that had been the root of her illness in her past life awakens within her. An ominous god that keeps forcing her to murder haunts her existence. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

What held two people together? well, the answer is simple it is memories. The time we spend with others which will give you a meaning to your life are the memories that can never be erased . They'll cling to you like an anchor, keeping you grounded when you might drift away, or pulling you under when you try to rise. Like a coin with both hell and heaven. It is up to our's to choose this one are we thinking them as. Some might see them as the meaning of their lives while others see them merely as burdens. But what if someone clings so desperately that they refuse to let go, gripping tighter and tighter, even when it means holding on past death itself? Well, like they say, not even death can tear them apart. They'll follow you to the very edge of hell and beyond, just to stay by your side. For you, they would watch the world burn… no, they would set it ablaze with their own hands. There's nothing they wouldn't sacrifice, nothing they wouldn't destroy. Dare I call this love? well I just did... My first written story on webnovel so, Show me some support by commenting.. "the story is just frictional and have no relation with the real history..!" HOW TO READ : (season 1) (.) indicates, someone's internal voice...(mostly MC's) *(.)* indicates ,that person internal voice.... Ex : shaan * hi ( they are staring)* , it is shaan internal voice. {.} a conversation without MC knowing (new) Not brackets, it is just the narration without anyone thinking it...

Before heaven, there was no heaven. Before earth, there was no earth. Before all things, there was Wuji - 無極. This is not a story. This is a record. A record of what existed before form, before name, before distinction. A record of how stillness became movement, how movement became division, and how division became the ten thousand things. Gods. Demons. Judges of hell. Kings of heaven. Creatures of mountain and sea. All are recorded here. Not as legend. Not as interpretation. But as they were written. This text gathers the oldest surviving accounts of ancient Chinese cosmology, mythology, and underworld law - and retells them in the form they were meant to be remembered: Flat. Direct. Unexplained. The way records are meant to be kept. Read it carefully. Because what is recorded here is not separate from you. All things come from Wuji. All things return to Wuji. You are included. This record continues alongside the narrative of Hell Difficulty : The Reincarnation of Yanluo Wang i posted this novel to royalroad too with the same username

Eden got struck by lightening while leaving hate-comments on an ongoing Webnovel he hates. And as karma would have it, he woke up as the villain of the novel. In the novel, The emperor had announced that anyone who brings him the head of the Villainous Wizard of EL, will be rewarded handsomely. And So Everyone, Especially the Powerful Male leads of this novel, are bent on killing this Villain - The same villain Eden woke up as! Eden knew he had to do everything to escape death, even if that meant seducing and snatching the male leads of the original female lead to use them as powerful shields! ******* 1st Lead: "I will have your head with this sword if you ever get that close to me again" The Crown Prince threatened. "Well not after I'm done undressing you, Your Royal Highness" Eden shamelessly replied. 2nd Lead: "Why don't you have a drink with me?" The Grand Marquis had poured him a poisoned drink. "Well it'd be sweeter if I drink directly from your mouth My Lord" Eden offered him the drink. 3rd Lead: "Why don't you go bring me my book? Eden" The Grand Duke requested, an ambush set and waiting to kill Eden in the library. "Don't worry My Dear Duke, I have a better book here about two boys making out!" Eden offered. 4th Lead: "I've heard about your Impeccable magical skills Mr Wizard, can you perhaps teach me some?" The Mage requested, aiming to drain Eden's powers and life! "Don't worry sir, tonight I'll teach you a better skill I excel at - in Bed!" Eden tugged his collar. 5th Lead: "Can you help me find a partner to the Royal ball" The naive 'Little' prince was the worst at making evil plots. "Don't worry, I'll be your partner to the Royal Ball" But he was Eden's favourite because he was the least threat! ***** Mr Guide: "Hey Eden, I think something is wrong with the Original Story Plot, Thus You're going to be Mysteriously assassinated at the Upcoming event by someone other than the male leads!!" Eden Cried "What?! Someone Please Get me out of this Novel Right now!"

**Mature Content** Eilika Wolanski is the eldest daughter of one of Varos’ most respected merchants, but respect has never brought her kindness. A childhood accident left a scar across her cheek, and with it, a cruel label she can never escape. The “Unwanted Woman” of Varos. Mocked in public, pitied in private, and treated like a blemish to be hidden, Eilika grows up learning one painful truth, beauty matters more than character in high society. So when an unexpected marriage proposal arrives from the powerful House of Kingsley, no one believes it is real. The groom is Damian Van Kingsley, the widowed duke of Varos, feared for his cold temperament and admired for his unmatched looks and wealth. Rumors follow him like shadows. He has a secret mistress, a broken heart drowned in alcohol, and worst of all… A son he barely acknowledges. For Eilika, marrying Damian isn’t a dream. It’s the only option left for survival. Damian, once the kingdom’s most desirable nobleman, has been nothing but a hollow man since the death of his first wife. He has abandoned his responsibilities, pushed away his child, and lived with one vow burning in his chest. He will never replace his first wife. To force him back into duty, his mother arranges a second marriage, one he never asked for, and one he refuses to accept. Damian swears he will never touch her , will never look at her and will never treat her as his wife. But Eilika isn’t the greedy noblewoman he expected. She doesn’t ask for his affection. She doesn’t crave his title. She doesn’t even want his love. What Eilika wants… is something far more dangerous. A family. And perhaps that is the very thing Damian has been starving for all along. ~~~~ “This bed will remain cold until your last breath.” Damian’s voice boomed through the dark chamber. Eilika didn’t flinch at his words. Instead she replied gracefully, “I don’t seek love, Duke. You can visit your secret mistress every night… Just don’t come near me.” This marriage was never meant to become real, until the Duke's heart begins to betray its own rules.

This story follows Lucian Thornvale, a thirty-two-year-old man belonging to a third-tier royal family. Most luxuries are at his fingertips. His wife is considered the most beautiful woman among the third-tier royals, yet there is no love in their married life—he simply cannot fall in love. Marriages between royals are nothing more than political acts. However, a forced marriage is not the reason he cannot love her. In fact, the relationship between Lucian and his wife is quite good for a forced marriage. There are no arguments, no doubts, and no cheating. They share their bed almost every night. There are giggles, laughter, and moments of joy—but none of it feels genuine. Lucian hates his life not because of his wife, but because of her grandmother. A manipulative old hag who seems determined to control every part of his fate. Yet even she is not the only reason for the emptiness in his heart. Lucian Thornvale carries a secret confusion within himself. For as long as he can remember, he has felt a quiet, buried desire—the wish that he had been born a woman. A desire he tried to suppress before it could grow into something undeniable. But fate can be strangely cruel… and strangely generous. When Lucian’s life finally collapses, he is given another chance. He awakens once again in the past—but this time reborn as a woman, the very thing he had once secretly longed to be. In a world filled with royal politics, twisted relationships, and repeating tomorrows, the newly reborn Lucian must face a question far more terrifying than death: Will this new life finally grant her freedom… or trap her forever as the cursed bride of endless tomorrows? *I really want this story to get contracted, so please give my story a try. And if you enjoy it, add it to your collection. Thanks for all the support.*

"2000, I Smuggled My Way from Vietnam to China" is based on the personal experience of Nguyen Ah Cuong, written in the first-person memoir style, realistically and realistically portraying a life full of twists and turns and struggles. In 2000, Nguyen Ah Cuong, living in rural Vietnam, faced dire straits due to his family's gambling debts and his mother's serious illness. Desperate, he illegally crossed the border into China's Guangxi province. Upon arriving in China, unable to speak the language, he was cheated by shady brokers and forced to work as a laborer at the bottom of society, living in a basement and enduring immense hardship. However, Ah Cuong seized many opportunities presented by China's development between 2000 and 2025, such as the trade opportunities brought by WTO accession, the business opportunities created by the rise of e-commerce, and various opportunities arising from the infrastructure boom, gradually transforming himself from a lowly laborer into a shrewd businessman. Throughout the book, the characters vividly depict the customs and culture of China in the 2000s: from the aroma of street food to unique local traditions; from the transformation of cities from mud-brick houses to skyscrapers; to the technological revolution from pagers to smartphones. At the same time, the book portrays the complexities of human relationships, including the exploitation by Chinese bosses, the scheming of fellow villagers, and the help from kind coworkers and benevolent landlords. Through Ruan Aqiang's perspective, the book vividly presents the story of an ordinary person's struggle and transformation amidst the tides of Chinese history, filled with positive energy, allowing readers to feel the unique charm of that era and the resilience of its fighters.