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Green-eyed Shadow Looks At the King

In the ruins of a fractured world, defiance is a death sentence. Excelling in the fine arts of covert observation, she collects secrets and trades in betrayals. This data broker doesn’t believe in fairness or morality. After all, that’s the only way to survive – and thrive – in a limited human space, constantly besieged by strange fauna. She’s spent a lifetime running from the powers that be and slipping through the cracks. However, a fateful misstep pulls this furtive shadow into the sights of a man set to inherit the hopeless war. His ascent to the throne is paved with the bodies of those who stood against him – and those who didn’t. This capricious warlord intends to cut the trespasser’s insolence out with a blade. Slowly and carefully – because death would be far too kind. He wants her taught a lesson. Disfigured. Broken. Owned. Yet she vanishes into the overcrowded streets. A hounded prey becomes an umbrage with a vendetta and wages a one-woman war on his reputation. From the darkness, she turns the rising officer's name and affairs into rot. She never lets him forget she’s still out there. Watching. The nobleman handles it all without faltering. However, the manhunt gradually twists into a slow, burning obsession. The woman’s daring, her rage fascinate him. Consume him. All grudging sentiments warp into respect… and something stronger. When enemies close in on all sides, he calls upon his shadow with an alluring promise of truce. Trust is a knife. And he hands it to her – willingly. Story ahead can be found here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DRSX826G
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I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.
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