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In a silent hall, confused voices rose, expressing disbelief and recounting tragic deaths—stabbing, plane crash, shooting. Amidst them stood a man, contemplative. Memories surfaced, hinting at a shared fate. Recognizing a pattern, he scanned the room, finding an angelic figure named Aurelia. Ethan, one of the survivors, felt a surge of fear and hesitation. What fate awaits our hero?

In Sanctum, luck isn't random; it’s engineered. The elite pay for probability enhancers, while the poor rot in the "Zero District," slaves to statistical irrelevance. Joseph Vance is a "Null." A data-analyst who crunches numbers for the underworld but refuses to gamble. He believes in cold, hard math, not the rigged games of the House. But when his sister, Elara, is seized by the "Debt Collectors" for "organ collateral" on their father's unpaid loans, Joseph is forced into the glitzy, neon-soaked arenas he despises. Out of options, he challenges a Sector Boss to a game of high-stakes probability. He loses. Badly. Beaten and thrown into the city's disposal chutes, Joseph lands in a graveyard of discarded tech. Broken and dying, his blood mixes with a prototype military chip rumored to be a myth: The Chaos Engine. [System Booting... Neural Interface Linked.] [Protocol: Entropy Exchange Active.] Joseph doesn’t get magic. He gets a processor capable of hacking the probability of the physical world—but the fuel source is his own biological decay. He can force a lock to open, a bullet to miss, or a card to turn, but every manipulation accelerates his cellular aging. To save his sister, Joseph must bankrupt the House. But in a game where he trades his youth for luck, the question isn’t if he’ll win—it’s if he’ll die of old age before he can cash out.

Jack is eighteen, parentless, and invisible to the world. He sleeps under broken bridges, eats when he’s lucky, and survives by staying unnoticed. In a city obsessed with strength and success, Jack is nothing too weak to matter, too poor to be missed. That’s why he’s chosen. One night, Jack is kidnapped and sold into a secret experiment. When he wakes up, reality is gone replaced by a living video game world where stats decide worth, monsters hunt players, and death is permanent.

Devano Abraham, the man whose real name is Arya Wijaya, is now filled with a burning grudge. An accident, unexpectedly, instantly changes his gloomy life of revenge and betrayal. He got a new face now. The face of a ruler, the rich. He will repay all the pain in the past when his woman could insult and betray him because he was a poor man. Also, the family who had the heart to dump, "Wait for my vengeance! I will destroy the treasures and thrones that you are proud of!~ Arya Wijaya

He woke in a stranger’s bed with a system in his skull, a son-in-law title on his tongue, and a missing shard that can rewrite who you are. Arin Voss opens his eyes inside Voss Manor with no memory of how he died, and a cold voice in his head called the Protocol that gives him missions and penalties. To survive he must play the role he’s been handed, marry into power, and chase Tessera, a stolen memory shard that can erase or sell a person’s past. As he hunts, he slips between two dangerous alliances. Evelyn, the ice-smart heiress, offers politics and protection. Maris, a smoky broker from the docks, offers heat and truth. Both pull him toward very different futures. When brokers start dying and the Protocol’s orders threaten to cut away pieces of his life, Arin faces a choice. Obey the machine and trade his identity for safety, or tear the system down and risk being erased for good. Legacy, lust, and lies converge in a high-stakes game where memory is currency, and love might be the only leverage left.

I was born and lived inside a virtual game world, till I was tricked by the Great Administrator and got kicked out to the Real World for my bad mouth! I am Athanasios, a citizen of the virtual game world of Elysium. The world I'm living in, is a paradise or that's what everyone says. It's boring and all day I'm forced to play games like Tetris to mine virtual coins. That's the only way to buy new avatars or expand my dungeon tower, the only two things that actually matter to me. However, everything changed when I received a strange message saying I can try a new game experience. But there was a catch! Instead, I was tricked and transferred to the real world. Things aren't that much different from the virtual world: Goblins plague the villages, dragons tear down cities and adventurers try to loot dungeons. In fact, this world is better than expected! So realistic and not to mention that for the first time in my gaming life, I managed to multiclass from level-1. You see, I drank the blood of a Vampire Lord by mistake and became a vampire mage once I got here. The problem is that I wasn't meant to drink his blood and now he and his minions hunt me. At least, most of them identify as hot, so no reason to complain on that either. What troubles me however, is that there's no exit button from the Real World and the only way to get back to my world is by finishing the missions I was tasked. Warning: This novel contains harem elements, strong language and graphic violence.

Awakened machines steal souls from the comatose. A dying sun ticks down to oblivion. Alien seeds rain from the sky, birthing ravenous jungles that crave human flesh. In this pulse-pounding apocalypse, a crippled scientist and his sentient AI "daughter" unravel a cycle of cosmic betrayal where salvation demands merging with the enemy, love twists into horror, and one father's choice could doom or redeem a world on the brink of eternal green hell.

When faced with the impeding doom of Scria, First Prince Elrand Daewynd, possibly one of the the strongest 'hero' alive decides to. . .do nothing? In fact, his desire to help it along far outweighs and impulse to protect it. He hates Scria, and every 'hero' alive would second that. Therefore, Elrand decides to take a front seat and watch the destruction of Scria, all while relaxing himself and remaining neutral. He however, is faced with a harsh reality, there is no nuetral zones in between warring entities. . .

Humanity's world is advancing at a breakneck pace. All citizens are housed in a city named Gaia Union, which serves as a residential center. A machine malfunction occurred at the time, resulting in the emergence of various portals. The monsters sprang forth from the portal. They are going to annihilate humans. Humans have been looking for ways to survive ever since. The study's findings yielded a substance known as acid rank, which can cause humans to improve their abilities. Humans can advance to the next level by combining a level indicator bracelet. Humans have taken turns hunting monsters since then. The hunters banded together to form a guild. The dungeon is under the control of the government in order to maintain order. Transactions took place gradually, until the majority of the dungeons were controlled by private parties. The hunters were required to pay a fee to the dungeon owner as well as fees. Hunters' activities gradually came under the control of large corporations. The hunters were completely controlled by capital owners, who gradually gained control of nearly half of the government system. Decades have gone by. The world has been rearranged. Influential people are becoming wealthier, while the poor are becoming oppressed. Farn, alias Paran, is a member of the oppressed. His mother was detained by the employer for some reason. Farn had to pay the price for his mother. That's why he was forced to join the hunt. He wants to be a warrior class. He became a member of a small guild. Unfortunately, the acid ratings are uneven, thus the class is not perfect. He also appears to have entered the healer class. Can he save his mother? Or did he die first when he entered the dungeon? Or did he become the king of hunters?

In a world where mortals strive to defy the heavens, where mountains float and oceans roar with spiritual beasts, the cultivation world stands on the edge of chaos. The Radiant Court rules above all—seven Thrones, unshaken for ten thousand years. They decide who rises. They decide who falls. But there is a legend whispered in silence. A name spoken only in riddles. A figure who once stood above the heavens… and walked away. Chen Fi. No one knows where he came from. No one knows how strong he truly was. Only the oldest cultivators remember the tremble in the world when he last raised a hand. They say he once refused the title of Immortal Emperor. They say he gave up the Nine Dao Thrones. They say he saw something beyond power… and chose peace. Now, hidden in a quiet valley unknown to most maps, he lives as a humble hermit—drinking tea, fishing under cherry blossoms, and raising a single orphan boy. But peace never lasts. When the world begins to stir—when arrogant sects send disciples to claim his land, when the Thrones grow fearful of a man they could never control—old echoes awaken. Chen Fi does not seek conflict. But should conflict find him… He reminds the world why it once knelt.