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“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

Amara Cole just wants to be an ordinary person. So she stays quiet, keeps her head down, and pretends her magic is barely worth noticing. But the truth? She’s stronger than anyone in the kingdom. Now she’s stuck at the most elite magic academy, surrounded by powerful nobles, a future king who won’t leave her alone, a warrior who thinks she has potential but is just lazy, a rival who wants her gone, and secrets that could shake the entire world. All Amara has to do is keep pretending to be ordinary. Easy… right?

"You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

One day, billions of people across the world were forcibly dragged into a battlefield that spanned the celestial realms. Here, ferocious beasts roamed freely, and countless races fought for dominance. Only those who awakened their talents stood a chance at survival. From the very beginning, Lucas Reign awakened an SSS-level talent—[Endless Plunder]. It wasn’t just powerful—it was absurd. Not only could he plunder the attributes of ferocious beasts, but he could also steal the talents of other players. While others struggled to obtain even an F-rank ability, Lucas had already begun quietly stacking his strength. D-rank Strength Berserk, E-rank Speed Enhancement—his growth was silent, but terrifying. While top-ranked players formed squads to hunt mutated beasts, Lucas had already cleared them solo… and looted everything they left behind. He wanted to grow in peace. Low profile. No attention. Unfortunately, his power had other plans. The team he casually saved quickly realized something was wrong—every strike he made landed as a critical hit. Every chest he opened contained god-tier equipment. And somehow, the system leaderboard itself seemed broken—because despite his overwhelming strength, Lucas Reign was ranked as nothing more than a weakling. A ghost. While others fought for survival in the beginner zones, Lucas had already set his sights on golden-tier treasure chests. While elite players were just beginning to understand the horror of mutated beasts, he had already moved on to hunting far deadlier parasitic species. “Honestly… I was just trying to pick up scraps.” Lucas let out a quiet sigh as he glanced at the flood of team requests from the top ten players on the leaderboard. Behind him, the ground was littered with the corpses of mutated beasts. In his hand, a god-tier dagger dripped slowly with fresh blood. [Plunder everything. Ascend beyond all.] This is the age of the lone wolf. The era… of the Plunderer.

Asher, a character who has once experienced a traumatic incident, gets reincarnated in a fantasy world, living a new life. That, however, will never change the scars of his past... Here's a longer one: It's a fantasy and the mc was a 21 year old boy who had experienced a kidnapping incident (it became his trauma) and was the son of a scientist, he died on an escorting mission and was reincarnated in a fantasy world as an elf. Then he decides to focus on the vampire bloodline quest. The mc is an anti hero for now, however, he will still feel emotions like guilt and sadness, although only a bit. This will change in the future though (it's part of the plot so I don't wanna spoil). Sorry for the long introduction. But if you're interested, please check it out!

I knew every hidden plot, point balance, and psychological trick in Classroom of the Elite. It was my obsession. But memorizing a fictional school's rules doesn't save you from a speeding delivery truck on release day. I died clutching the latest volume. Then I woke up. Disclaimer: I don’t own Classroom of the Elite. All rights to the characters, the setting, and the original story belong to Sogo Kinugasa and Shunsaku Tomose. This is just a fan-made project written for fun. I’m only responsible for my own original characters and any changes I’ve made to the plot. #shadowmastermind #manipulation #psychological #strategy #tactic #battleofwits #pretendingtobeweak #hiddenabilities #calculation #highschool #schoollife #metaknowledge #chess #cote #cunning #ruthless #scheme #underdog #hierarchy #meritocracy #cold

Incentives: 50 Golden Tickets— 2 extra chapters A Castle— 3 Extra Chapters A Gachapon— 6 Extra Chapters Discord: https://discord.gg/dWW4RHNXwJ *** Let's not pretend like we haven't heard this story before. Mana descends upon an unprepared world. Dungeons rupture reality. Monsters pour out. Humanity awakens in response—some with sparks, some with power capable of leveling continents. Aris Ashborne was born into that world. His problem? He was too damn cute to be taken seriously! Media companies treat him like heaven's favourite mascot. Fellow awakened dote on him as if he isn't ranked among the strongest humans alive. Confessions pile up. Stalkers appear. The title "Cutest Awakened" follows him everywhere. No one seems interested in how he earned his S-rank. It's hard to command fear when people are asking what skincare routine you use. Oh well. Being underestimated has its own perks too. Truth is, Aris Ashborne is one of the few people that has transcended the ranking system entirely. He is among the few that could very well rule the world if he wanted to. But for now, he is contempt with being called a cutie. After all, monsters don't always look the part.

In a world where everyone strives to rewrite fate as they see fit, those who dare to challenge the very fabric of reality awaken. They know no fear, for fear is the fate of the weak. They know no pity, for pity is a sign of weakness. Ancient powers awaken in those willing to pay any price for power over the world. Each sees the truth in their own way, and each is ready to destroy everything that contradicts their vision. A fire burns in their hearts, capable of melting even the strongest bonds of the universe. Wars do not begin on battlefields—they begin in the minds of those who thirst for change. And when many paths converge, when impossible dreams and unwavering will collide, the world will change forever. But at what cost? There are no rules in this game—there are only the laws of force. There is no good and evil—there is only the desire for power. And when the last stone falls, when the last spark of energy fades, only one will remain—the one who will bring their vision of a "Better World" to life. But remember: in a world where everyone strives for perfection, there is no room for compromise. And whoever survives this battle for the future will write new laws of existence with the blood of their enemies. Author's Greetings Greetings to all readers! ForestRam is me, the author of this story, trying my hand at literary creation for the first time. I understand that as a novice writer, I may not always meet high standards, and the first chapters may seem less than ideal. Important message to readers: If you notice any errors, typos, or plot inconsistencies, please point them out. I will carefully review every comment. I would be grateful for any constructive advice and suggestions for improving the text. Your ideas for plot development are invaluable to me. Regarding the work on the text: despite multiple rereads, I understand that there is always room for improvement. That's why your feedback is so important—it will help make the story better. I hope your journey into the world of my story will be an unforgettable experience. Enjoy reading! Sincerely, ForestRam

After a day of hard work, Zhou Zaizhi, a surgeon in training, freshly graduated from university, died in his sleep. When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Zaizhi found himself in a dark cave smell of blood and decay. He looked at his body and was shocked to find that he was no longer human. After he came out and investigated for a while, he found out with hollow laughter was that he seemed to had been reborn and possessed a flood dragon. What made him despaired was that he seemed to be hated by all, shunned by all. "How am I supposed to survive like this!?" Fortunately he possessed a unique ability that enable him to lend his cultivation in exchange for Dao comprehension feedback in return. Turning to look at his youngest disciple that he took in a few decades back, Zhou Zaizhi felt a sense of relief. 'As long as I have this disciple, my survival is certain, Nascent Soul is in sight!' He thought happily with such optimistic world view, how innocent. It was a beautiful woman who seems to be in her early twenties. Instead of delicate flowing silk robe, this woman instead wore fur coat with light armor. Her name was Wan Zhaolu. Zhou Zaizhi sighed, "Lu'Er, why are you wearing your armor all the time? Isn't it uncomfortable? You should try wearing that silken skirt little Xiao gave you the other day." Wan Zhaolu who was wiping her sword looked up at him with a trace of anger and annoyance hidden inside her eyes: "Master, you know Xiaomiao?" Zhou Zaizhi tilted his head slight, he replied: "Of course? She's your friend after all." Wan Zhaolu sighed and was about to turn back to cleaning her sword when she heard him continued: "Or you could try this dress little Jinghua gave me. Sighs, why did she even give me such a thing? It’s not as if I can wear it." Wan Zhaolu snapped her head back at him, "Who is this Jinghua? Is she a woman?" "Huh? She is Yisong's junior, she visited us a few months ago remeber? She even introduced me to her master and aunt maste-" Zhou Zaizhi's words were cut off before he could finish, a sharp blade had already appeared beside his neck at some point in time. "You know other women?!" "???"

Mark did not survive the corporate world by being a genius. He survived by copying one. Whenever his logistics firm faced an impossible deficit, Mark asked himself one question: What would Reine Asakura do in this kind of situation? Reine was the cold, calculating, flawlessly logical protagonist of his favorite light novel, "Welcome to the High School of Meritocracy." Mark used her fictional strategies to climb the corporate ladder in the real world by simulating her cold, analytical thought process. Then, a twelve-ton truck suffered a brake failure, and Mark’s real world ended. He wakes up inside the biological vessel of Kenji, a painfully average, 160-centimeter-tall background character. He is sitting in a pristine white classroom. The girl sitting at the desk next to him has flat, dark reddish-brown hair, piercing amber eyes, and a perfectly neutral expression. It is Reine Asakura. He is trapped inside the novel. This academy does not operate on friendship or standard grades. It operates on a brutal "Seat Economy." Classes fight in psychological Special Exams to earn currency. That currency is used to buy the physical seats of students in rival classes. Once your seat is bought, you pay monthly rent to the enemy. If you default, you are expelled. It is a system of financial hostage-taking and mutual assured destruction. Kenji does not want to be her ally. In his previous life, he owed his entire corporate success to Reine's way of genius thinking. He was imitating her mind's cognitive process. Now, standing next to his idol, he feels the ultimate drive of a fanatic. Just as a basketball player dreams of playing a serious, limit-testing game against their ultimate idol, Kenji wants to step onto the court against Reine. He wants to prove he can dismantle the flawless genius mind that built his own success in his previous life. Kenji has one advantage: he knows the entire three-year timeline of the novel. But he also knows a mathematical truth. Meta-knowledge is not enough to defeat the super-genius, Reine Asakura, in a fair fight. If Reine detects that he can predict the future, her genius mind will adapt, and she will crush him. Kenji makes a calculated decision. He cannot fight her immediately because they are assigned to the same class. He knows her exact script: Reine will operate in the shadows for two years, secretly pulling the strings to elevate their defective Class D to the top-ranking Class A. Once she succeeds, she will transfer to an enemy class in Year Three simply to seek a real challenge. That is Kenji's strict deadline. He has exactly 24 months to gather the massive currency required to execute his own transfer to a third, opposing class. While Reine builds her empire, Kenji plays the perfect background character. He acts like an idiot. He complains about trivial things. He tricks Reine into categorizing him as harmless biological noise, even provoking her into a spontaneous, absurd bet: If he ever defeats her in a battle of wits, she has to go on a date with him. She agrees, calculating the probability of his victory at zero. She is wrong. While Reine manipulates the school from the shadows, Kenji uses his future knowledge to quietly exploit the economy's blind spots. He builds an untraceable dark pool of capital right under her nose. Then, the first day of Year Three arrives. Former Class D became Class A. Reine transfer to other class. Kenji cashes in his hidden funds, executes a hostile class transfer, and shatters his camouflage. The two-year observation phase is over. Reine’s data on foolish Kenji become suddenly obsolete. The war between a flawless super genius and a man holding the knowledge of the future has begun. #shadowmastermind #manipulation #psychological #strategy #tactic #battleofwits #pretendingtobeweak #hiddenabilities #calculation #highschool #schoollife #metaknowledge #chess #cote #cunning #ruthless #scheme #underdog #hierarchy #meritocracy #cold

Yang Chan transmigrated into a Martial Arts World on the verge of a chaotic era. With mediocre aptitude, he can only rely on the Tai Chi Health Cultivation Skill and the attribute-adding panel from his transmigration, continuously adding points to improve his Cultivation, enhance his aptitude, and increase his lifespan. He first set a small goal for himself: to live for a thousand years.

Whenever his vital energy declines and his physical functions start going downhill, Li Ji'an will undergo Rejuvenation, returning once again to the body of an eight-year-old... "So similar, it's really too similar, almost like he was carved from the same mold as my junior brother when he was a child." "Alike, so much alike, incredibly similar to the person in my great-grandmother's painting." "...Ancestor? Is that you?" "...Reincarnation of the Daoist Venerable?" "...Rebirth of the Immortal King?" ...

Zhao Rong boasts super medical and martial skills, yet he keeps a low profile as an ordinary college student. When he gets his first part-time job, which requires him to pursue a school beauty whose boyfriend is a killer, Zhao knows his peaceful life ends.

Ye Yun has transmigrated into a martial world filled with gods, demons, monsters, and ghosts, becoming the Dragon God Sect Master. After checking in for 100,000-years, he resurrects from an ancient tomb, brandishing Emperor Level, God Level, and even Super God Level divine weapons and cultivation techniques to the astonishment of his disciples. "Old Ancestor, this Divine Marrow Cleansing Pill is so precious! I really can't bear to consume it!" "Don't be reluctant to take it. This gourd contains ten thousand more Divine Marrow Cleansing Pills. You could eat them like candy, and it wouldn't be a problem..."

My wife is pretending to be a bad student again. ###### After raising a foolish wife for nineteen years, she left a divorce paper and ran away! Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked calm: "She doesn't know the way, she won't get far." The subordinate reminded: "Madam has run abroad to compete..." Young Master remained expressionless: "She is a bad student, always last in every competition." The subordinate wiped his sweat: "But, Madam is a judge this time..." Mr. Emperor furrowed his brows: "Heh, what does a country girl know besides planting?" The subordinate wanted to cry: "A global top academic competition... in the men's category... as a judge..." He, who has a leg condition, suddenly stood up from the wheelchair: "I'll go compete!" = = At the competition venue. Looking at his foolish wife dressed as a man, handsome and charming, dominating all the awards; then in a long dress, radiant and mesmerizing, becoming a goddess revered in the fields of global medicine, pharmacy, botany, and even astrophysics... His eyes deepened: "No matter how amazing, she's still my woman!" Who would have thought, she arrogantly tossed a divorce paper: "Here, sign it!" [1v1 sweet love story, both heart-wrenching and heart-warming]

"Welcome aboard the Dimensional Rift game exclusive train. This train will depart from the Level E Departure Station and head to Level D stations. Please ensure your safety while boarding in an orderly manner and abide by the train rules." "The train rules are as follows:" "1. Do not bring non-game items onto the train. (Underwear is the exception)" "2. Consumption is mandatory. (All train staff are unpaid volunteers)" "3. Do not turn on the lights after they are out. (Except for those who are exceptionally talented and courageous)" "Additionally, the train encourages various leisure activities such as sneak attacks, brawling, and predation. Players are free to choose." "We wish you a pleasant journey."

Everyone regards Su Changfeng as a worthless son-in-law. Enduring humiliation in a wealthy family, yet he always remains silent endures. But who could have imagined, beneath the seemingly worthless son-in-law, how powerful his existence truly is? Mastering strategies and stirring up the storm, everything I do is for one person.

At the age of eleven, the youth Ye Xuan's soul traveled through time to the distant Mythical Era, becoming an Undying monster emerging from the Emperor's Burial Ground, influencing one era after another. Yet behind Ye Xuan, an invisible force manipulated everything. Struggling to take control of his fate, Ye Xuan exhausted all means, but just as he was on the brink of success, he was betrayed by his disciple and wife, causing his soul to slumber for ninety thousand years. When Ye Xuan awoke, he found himself back in his own body and had become the son-in-law of the Emperor Immortal Sect, treated by others as a fool. The story begins from here. Eternal Emperor Soul, returned overnight. From then on, an emperor rose as a son-in-law, ushering in an invincible myth that dominated through the ages! Simplified version: The foolish son-in-law, soul returned, rose in one morning, invincible through all ages. Show-off version: "I am invincible; do as you please." — Ye Xuan. Meme version: That year, my hands in my pockets, I knew no rivals.

``` "Alas, this life is a failure; let's see what the next life holds." ... "The second life has ended, calculating results... Final rating: C+. Rewards based on rating: You may choose to inherit one item from Constitution, Skill, or Talent. Please select?" Hmm, I choose to inherit the Talent 'Dynamic Vision'." "Talent inherited... Congratulations on achieving the following lifetime achievements: Innate Grandmaster; Blessing of Many Offspring (10/10)" Achievement rewards: Two random rewards. You may draw from Constitution, Skill, or Talent, or choose to upgrade Talent level. Please select? ... A reborn individual, in possession of the treasure 'Hundred Lifetimes book', reincarnates within the Cultivation World, undergoing endless cycles of rebirth without the bloodline ending or the soul perishing! The family he established ten thousand years ago has now grown into a massive entity that spans the heavens. The disciple taken in casually eight thousand years ago ultimately became the founder of a Great Sect in the Immortal Realm. The pet raised three thousand years ago has evolved into an unparalleled Demon Saint of the Otherworld. ... I am Zhao Sheng, and I shall cultivate life after life until Ascension! ```

He is the great master of the Heavenly God Temple, under whom there are thirty-six Heavenly Stars and seventy-two Earthly Fiends, overseeing nearly half of the world's wealth. To uncover the secret of his origins, he holds a marriage certificate and hides away in the bustling city, becoming a live-in son-in-law that others see as living off his wife. His mother-in-law constantly mocks him and disapproves of the marriage, but little did she know that the world's richest man would visit personally just to leave a good impression on him. Ye Guichen felt helpless: Alright, I’ll come clean then...