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Reborn as Prince Heixinggen of the Hohenzollern family's Swabian branch, he saw the coming storm of European turmoil and decided that Europe was no longer worth staying in. In East Africa, he seized land, organized immigration and development, laid the foundation through agriculture, and step by step, leveraged crises to achieve industrialization. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

I never liked him. At least, that’s what I told myself in the beginning. He was just another classmate—someone I barely paid attention to, someone who didn’t matter. But somewhere between shared classrooms, quiet glances, and moments I didn’t think twice about… something changed. I started noticing him. Not all at once. Not in a way that made sense. Just little things. Little moments. Thirty-six of them, to be exact. What I thought was nothing slowly became something I couldn’t ignore. And yet, even as my feelings grew, so did my doubts. Mixed signals, unanswered questions, and the fear of being wrong kept me stuck between denial and realization. Only a few people knew. Or at least, they weren’t supposed to. Because some feelings are easier to hide… until they aren’t. And by the time I finally understood what I felt, I also realized something else— Not every story is meant to be returned. Not every almost becomes something real. This is the story of how I fell for someone I was never meant to have… …and how, even after thirty-six moments, I’m still not sure what any of it meant.

When zombies invade the country, a century of secrets is revealed through a group of students who are more than they seem. As darkness in the form of a gnawing, shambling horde closes in and overwhelms everything, they escape together with a few others. Each one is hiding something, but what will be revealed in the end?

Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

Adam El Khatib can see the future. At least... that's what he believes. Every vision shows the same thing-violence, chaos, people getting hurt. And every time he tries to stop it, things only get worse. People start whispering. Watching him. Fearing him. Because somehow... he's always there when everything goes wrong. But the truth is far more disturbing. These aren't visions of the future. They are memories. Fragments of lives he has already lived. Mistakes he has already made. Disasters he has already failed to stop. And in every single one of them- He was the villain. Now, the memories are coming back. Not just to him... but to others as well. And this time- They remember exactly who he is.

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!" --Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server! https://discord.gg/APB5KCU --Follow my Instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/mlduong https://twitter.com/MLDuong --Cover Art by Derek-Paul Carll (carlldpn) --The Mech Touch is an original webnovel written by ML "Exlor" Duong. --The Mech Touch is mainly published on Webnovel.com and a select few platforms affiliated with the parent company of this website. --Artificial Intelligence / AI clarification: Since I started to write and publish The Mech Touch on 2018, I have never used AI tools to write my webnovel. All of my chapters are written and proofread directly by me for many years. The only automated tool that I have used is the basic spellchecker that comes standard with the Google Docs application. I have not changed my approach towards writing chapters for The Mech Touch even as technology has advanced and introduced new tools. I will continue to maintain my current approach for this webnovel until it has come to an end.

All his life, Leonard Hofstadter was a doormat. The son of a narcissistic mother, a middle child with no warmth who later became the roommate of the egotistical scientist Sheldon Cooper. While he was dating Priya, he ingested something. A clear pill that let him break his shackles and soar to heights no one could have anticipated. Note: It is a crossover fanfiction between The Big Bang Theory and Limitless. It is more about personal growth than anything else. Note 2: Your support would be much appreciated. Support me on Patreon: patreon.com/SparksNFlames

In a world brutally split down the middle—men locked in steel and shadow on one side, women blooming in silk and sin on the other—no one has ever touched, kissed, or fucked the opposite sex. Desire is a dead myth. Sex doesn’t even have a name. Until Kael Voss, the deadliest male spy alive, slips across the poisoned crystal Divide on a suicide mission. Captured deep in the glowing female capital, he’s stripped naked and chained before Captain Lira—a breathtaking, untouched goddess with emerald eyes and a body built for sin—plus her two equally ravishing lieutenants, Syl and Mira. What was supposed to be cold interrogation becomes the filthiest awakening in history. One look at Kael’s thick, veiny cock—already rock-hard and leaking for them—shatters centuries of ignorance. These virgin warriors have never felt a real man stretch them open. Never tasted raw, throbbing heat. Never screamed while getting fucked senseless. Lira mounts him first, riding every brutal inch until she squirts all over his abs. Syl takes him reverse, ass bouncing as she creams down his shaft. Mira begs to be railed from behind like a bitch in heat while the others hold her down and lick where they join. Moans, wet slaps, and dripping orgasms echo through the crystal spire as three proud female warriors become cock-drunk sluts for the enemy. They suck, swallow, and beg for his thick, hot load—painting their faces, tits, and tongues in the first cum their world has ever seen. One forbidden night of savage, sweaty, no-limits sex doesn’t just break the rules. It ignites a war of pure, insatiable lust… and no wall on Earth will ever contain it again.

[Also known as: Starting as a Wage Slave at Arasaka, From Arasaka to the Interastral Peace Corporation, I Am the Company!] This is mainly a story about a corporate dog from a cyberpunk world who climbs the ladder by joining various mega-corporations across different worlds, using left-hand-to-right-hand reselling tactics to seek advancement. Years later— "Cyberware exclusive, flesh inclusive" Arasaka Corporation, Night City Arasaka Security Division. Director Vela's optimization and solution proposal regarding the issues of cyberware implant erosion, exclusivity, and safety threshold limitations—the discovery of the T-virus and the potential for human enhancement programs. "Flesh is weak, ascend through machinery" Umbrella Corporation, Manufacturing Department. Dr. Vela's rebuttal against the proposal submitted by the White Umbrella (the internal bio-research division of Umbrella)—on the economic prospects and promotion of the cybernetic prosthetics industry. "Quinques are weak—cyborgs are the future" Commission of Counter Ghoul, R&D Department. An analytical report on mechanized organic body technology by Vela et al. … "Artificial Aeons" Supreme Director Vela Adelheid now announces our company restructuring plan: Interastral Peace Corporation!

[Simulation shall commence.] On this fateful day, the world was stunned by the appearance of ancient animals that were supposed to have gone extinct for millions of years. Huge sinkholes appeared in every corner of the world, becoming a tunnel for the ancient animals to emerge to the surface. Humans have found an answer to one of the biggest mysteries in human history. Hollow Earth is real. Here, humans will wrest their lives to explore this new world that has existed for thousands, if not millions, of years underneath them. Before the start of his exploration, Clovis came across a place called ‘Another World Mall.’ Dwarven Sword, Magical Elven Clothes, or Giant Race Toy? Everything can be found in this ‘Another World Mall.’ As an aspiring Subterranean Explorer, how would he utilize this ‘Another World Mall’ to become the greatest explorer of all time and find the truth about the simulation?

Power is not a destination. It is a flowing current.   You do not arrive at it and stop , you are carried by it, and the carrying changes the shape of you, and by the time you notice the change you are already somewhere you did not plan to go. Take drop from the pond and you want the river. Take the river and you want the sea. The hunger insatiable. You lose yourself to it.  _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ A single human is weak. Readable. Easy to manipulate.   Four hands can stop two fists. Not by being stronger. By being more.   Humans are strongest in tens of thousands. Their will unbendable. Unreadable.  

DEAR GHOST FRIENDS, Help me to grow by letting me know what you think about my poems. THE POET is my first poem collection book and this is where I have been purging my emotions in tenses for a decade. Every title defines reality, every stanza traces back to spirituality, and every line bears my joy, my pains, and tribulations.

In the year 2093, a catastrophic rift tears open above a secret Polish research facility in Radom, flooding the world with ancient Qi and awakening long-dormant bloodlines. Amid the chaos of goblin invasions and military purges, Dobroslav—a tall, charismatic szabla instructor—undergoes a terrifying transformation: snow-white hair, glowing ice-blue eyes, and elegant pointed ears mark him as a Snow Elf of royal descent. To the world, he becomes a beacon of hope: a benevolent prince who unites the scattered awakened elves, builds a hidden sanctuary in Ostrowiec Świętokrzyski, and leads his people with wisdom and compassion. Soldiers kneel, families revere him, and an entire fledgling nation chants his name. But beneath the regal mask hides a ruthless demon. Guided in secret by the soul of his ancient ancestor Bhalzar the Great—a demonic lord sealed within a family amulet—Dobroslav walks the forbidden infernal path. With every life he drains using the devastating Infernal Battle Law, his power surges. He manipulates allies and enemies alike, weaving lies as effortlessly as he wields his blade, all while wearing the warmest, most trustworthy smile. As forces from the distant Holy Domain—both elven legions and demonic scouts—race toward the widening rift to reclaim their lost bloodlines, Dobroslav prepares to devour everything in his path. He will unite the Snow Elves under his banner. He will master the demonic arts in the shadows. And when the time comes, he will sit upon a throne built of ice and hellfire—still smiling. A dark cultivation epic of deception, brutal ascension, and the rise of a prince who is beloved by his people... and feared by the gods themselves.

A king had two beautiful queens. The elder queen was kind, honest, and cared deeply for the king and her little son. The younger queen was jealous and planned to harm the elder queen by secretly poisoning the king’s food. However, the king discovered the truth in time. He punished the younger queen and lived happily with the loyal elder queen and their son.

What will you do if you go back in time with an advance AI from 2031? Will you stay still or dominate the world? Follow along Xavier's path of world domination. Wealth, Industries, Tech, and Entertainment will all be conquered! #Rebirth #TechEmpire

Ethan Vale had it all ambition, drive, and trust in the people around him. Until betrayal struck, debts piled up, and death seemed inevitable. But fate wasn’t done with him yet. When he wakes up five years in the past, everything has changed. His body is younger, his memories intact, and a mysterious system hovers before him, offering a single, terrifying challenge: Build your fortune, survive, and dominate or fail and disappear forever. Armed with knowledge of the future, a calm, calculating mind, and an unwavering determination, Ethan sets out to reclaim what was stolen from him. But the path is dangerous. Rivals, betrayal, and other mysterious Hosts lurk around every corner, testing his intelligence, patience, and resolve. In a world where wealth is power, strategy is survival, and the slightest misstep could cost everything, can a humble strategist quietly rise to become the ultimate master of the Aurelia Economic Index? This is the story of rebirth, strategy, and the silent pursuit of greatness.

Leo had a problem. Don't be like Leo! It wasn't that he was poor. It wasn't that he was unlucky. It was that he had been cursed, or blessed by the Accidental Tycoon System. The rules were deceptively simple. Any money he lost on an investment would be returned to him, doubled. His life's new mission was crystal clear. He had to go bankrupt. In a high-tech world of S-Rank Heroes, magic, and newly-contacted alien civilizations, this should have been the easiest thing to achieve in the galaxy. He just had to become the biggest, most spectacular loser the universe had ever seen. So, he tried. Oh, how he tried... He threw billions at publishing a dungeon guide written by a 10-year-old. The maps were in crayon, and it listed the final boss as a Big Grumpy Badger. [Breaking: New S-Rank dungeon called 'The Whispering Labyrinth' appears! All high-tech mapping drones fail. A lost F-Rank porter used the crayon guide... and it's 100% accurate. The final boss is a 50-foot divine badger. The Galactic Union has declared the guide a 'holy text' for exploration!] He bought the galaxy's most useless moon, planning to build a 'Museum of Paint'. [Alert: Ancient magical ley-lines discovered under the moon's surface! It's the only place in the universe that can safely grow the 'Star-Lotus,' the key ingredient for immortality!] To the Intergalactic Hero's Guild, the Magic Academies, and the Alien Federations, Leo was the god of investment whose every move was like 5D chess that ordinary people couldn't understand. Heroes would soar with his sponsorship. Alien emperors offered him their daughters' hands in marriage for a single 'tip'. But Leo just stared at his bank account, which now displayed his wealth that he couldn't use on himself, with tears streaming down his face. "Please," he cried, "I'm trying to fail! Why won't you just let me be poor?!"

The black dragon that rose from the depths of the South Sea unleashed an apocalyptic tsunami... Flame demons destroyed city after city made of steel and concrete, calmly departing from the center of nuclear explosions... Alien gods attempted to rule the entire galaxy... This is a future world where human technology is highly advanced. It is also an era that sparked a frenzy of Life Evolution in the Martial Path. Li Yuan, a Martial Path student on the verge of taking his college entrance exams, struggled to advance in this world while harboring the peculiar Divine Palace capable of envisioning the galaxy. Years later. "My current flying speed is 122,682 meters per second, and my power burst is..." Li Yuan flew at extreme speeds through the atmosphere about 180 kilometers above the surface of Blue Star, his cold eyes fixed on the massive creature at the dark void's edge, resembling the mythological dragon: "You, must be the strongest among all the invading Demigod life forms." "It's just unfortunate that I can now be called... Martial God!"

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.