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My name is Ronin. I'm a freelancer, and I love reading novels. However, I never thought I would die due to the extreme frustration I experienced after reading a novel called "Savior of Mankind." Yes, you heard me right. I died due to extreme frustration after reading that terrible "Savior of Mankind" novel. After I died, I woke up in the form of a sword and realized that I couldn't do anything in this state. Then, a light in the shape of a human appeared in front of me and said, "As for your last wishes, I am going to reincarnate you in a parallel world that is completely based on the novel that caused your death." "But wait, what are my last wishes? Why am I reincarnated as a sword? Why are you sending me to that terrible planet based on the awful novel that led to my death?" shouted the consciousness of Ronin, which resided inside the sword. What will the human-shaped light do before sending the sword to that parallel world? What will the sword do after it enters that parallel world?

It is 1941. Joaquim Dela Cruz is a Filipino pilot on an obsolete plane, a down-and-out fighter squadron, and is up against the might and the insurmountable force of Imperial Japan. When Joaquim is shot down and crashes in the jungles of Batangas, he transforms into something unexpected: a five-inch dwende. There is a hidden history in the Philippines, stories historians can't record, and it's called Folklores. And it's one Joaquim suddenly finds himself thrust into. He has no idea how and why someone played this trick on him. Joaquim finds out he isn't living in a bedtime fairy tale, this is as real as it gets—too real, in fact, that whoever caused this silly little metamorphosis, on whatever new mission he needs to do, can change the tides of war.

What do you do when no one around you can be trusted? When the world turns its back on you? Can you fight them all—and win? I tried. And now… here I am. With two names. Weird, right? Ironic, even. But that’s my reality. Don’t ask how I got my name. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, just know this: I’m Gensei Haruto. The only human without a core. In a world where power defines your worth, I have nothing. No family. No hope. Not that hope matters—hope is a disease. But there's one thing I will protect, no matter what it takes. Even if it kills me. Even if I lose everything. I will grow stronger. No matter the cost.

Daniel wasn't your everyday nobody. His life transitioned from that of a loser to that of a winner after being bitten by some bastard. "You're my perfect successor." "My ass..." It turns out it was a curse... from that moment on Daniel became a vampire, a loser that suddenly became a vampire, sounds sort of cliche if not for the beatings that he received in the streets, struggling to get some 'food' until he gained enough experience to control his powers. Apparently, after becoming a winner, getting a few girlfriends and transforming his own experience by a hundred and eighty degrees, life seemed to not be quite done with him yet. After a series of unfortunate occurrences, Daniel found himself in a mad new world with a new name, and certainly a new family of sorts. ** ** "You're..." "I'm your Demon Empress, my cute familiar, make me something to eat~" "w-wait where are you touching?! a-and you're..." "I'm the first familiar, a Kitsune..." "... a what? forget it... you?" "I'll introduce myself, I'm the second familiar, an Octopus~ my belly is rumbling!" "How many tentacles do you have?" "Don't pay attention to her! I'm the third familiar, an Oni! and I have two horns and I'm hungry!" "I can't see the other... hold up... what is that moving goo?!" "I'm a slime... please don't slip on me, also, I'm hungry." "Why are you all hungry!?" "My sweet familiar, here is your first task... cook me something delicious." "Like what?" "I wonder how vampires taste~" "..." ** ** #romance, #harem, #action, #system, #tournaments, #overpowered, #R18, #vampires, #demons, #magic, #strongToStronger, #slimegirl, #octopusgirl, #demongirl, #kitsunegirl, #evolution

Harry Solomon thought his wedding day would finally prove his worth to his family. Instead, he stood alone at the altar while his bride rushed to his brother's hospital bedside. "Where the hell are you?" Mona's voice cut through the phone like ice. "Frank is in the hospital and you're nowhere to be found!" "I'm at the church! It's our wedding day, Mona!" Harry's voice cracked with desperation. "It's just a wedding—delaying it doesn't matter, but Frank's condition can't wait!" For twenty-four years, Harry had been the forgotten son—the one who disappeared as a child, the one who returned to find his place taken by his "perfect" brother Frank. Every achievement stolen, every relationship destroyed, every moment of happiness crushed under the weight of a family that never wanted him back. But when Frank's "dying wish" becomes marrying Harry's fiancée, and the family demands Harry sacrifice his very heart to save his brother, Harry discovers the ultimate betrayal: it's all been a lie. "You want my heart?" Harry's voice turned cold. "Don't you realize that would kill me too?" "Frank needs that heart more than you do," his father replied without hesitation. Bleeding out in a warehouse, abandoned by everyone he'd tried to love, Harry makes a desperate wish on a shooting star. When he wakes up six years in the past, he has one chance to rewrite his story—and this time, he's done being the family sacrifice. Sometimes the only way to save yourself is to lose everything.

His status as a disciple of Helma Tilcott, the only healer in the Lanshire Kingdom possessing the rare healing zhenqi, had brought Marc Belmont no advantage at all. From the start, few believed he could ever become her heir; no matter how diligently he tried to absorb her teachings or practice her skills, everything seemed to vanish from his mind as if it had never been there. Years of effort appeared to have been in vain, and Marc began to question if he was truly meant for this life. One day, a group of messengers arrived from the city of Cammont, their mocking words cutting through the air as they demanded he follow them. “I’m not interested,” Marc replied flatly, his voice devoid of the hesitation it once carried. “Ungrateful! Is this how you treat someone who raised you?” The messengers clenched their fists, anger burning in their eyes as they rushed toward him. Marc's lips curled into a confident smirk. “Those days are long gone. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with.”

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

Felix was astonished when his parents sold him to the mafia when he was only ten years old. However, ten more years later, he accidentally found out that the people who sold him were not his biological parents! To his surprise, his real father and mother were not simple commoners. Just as the truth was starting to reveal itself, more danger awaited ahead.

Having helped his wife secure a contract worth millions of Dollars secretly without her knowledge due to his other identity while working hard as a constructor. Not figuring out any of these, she divorced him with a strong conviction that he can never amount to anything in life. She chose someone who was seemingly on the highest side of life. Her family was of course in consent with her decision, saying they were no longer on the same level as he was. Unknown to his now ex-wife and her family that he was the only heir to the Chase family, a family everyone worships, adores and dreads at the same time. They are the most powerful family in the world, because they were experts in almost everything for generations, be it martial arts or medicine, thus earning their title as a renowned family. How would she feel when she finally realizes that she was once married to the one man every woman wanted, but let him slip through her fingers due to her greed? Would he ever forgive her for the way she treated him or would he get his revenge instead?  Find out on the 'VEILED IDENTITY' by LADY E.

In a world filled with levels and mythical beasts, a prince thrives to reclaim the kingdom that was once his own and avenge the death of his father no matter what. The prince is faced with all kinds of enemies and monsters but through the help of a peasant maiden, he fights with zeal and the skills of a Japanese swordsman, he never lost his spirit and even after his kingdom was taken from him and he was left with nothing but his sword he still kept his royalty and held his head high in the face of danger and in the face of the evil king, his name is Prince Elliot Alexander the only son of Ivan Alexander the third.