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Chen Mo liked calling himself a video game designer, despite being a mere video game producer. After dying one day from work-related stress, he transmigrated into a parallel world as himself, right after he graduated. He was now in the body of his younger self, who also aspired to be a video game designer. Will he be able to fulfill his dream after being reborn in this oddly different new world, and become the best video game designer in that world? Follow Chen Mo on his romp through video game classics as he brings the great games of the past to a whole new world in pursuit of his dreams! Note: This Novel has been continued as a passion project by its translator. The continuation of this novel will not affect the result of Trial Reading or Voting Pool.

Duncan Abnomar was transmigrated to a magical world. Most of the lands of the world had sunken, and the surviving humans could only live on islands. Due to an unknown reason, the world was also contaminated and strange phenomena and things would randomly appear. Humans had developed steam gear technology, and the islands were connected through boats. They survived by studying strange phenomena that happened all around the world. However, as the captain of a scary-looking ghost ship, Duncan was facing a huge challenge. "How the heck do I steer this ship?" Highly recommended by experienced editor: MC is transmigrated to a world mostly covered in water and far from civilization. He becomes the captain of the ghost ship, the 'Homeloss'. He steers through the fog and adventures through the broken world and the unknown deep sea. As he discovers the ruins of abandoned civilization, he would also stumble into the war between the strange phenomena and the devil gods. The story takes place in a combination of ocean and Chutly mythology world, a new and interesting background. It’s an attractive story to read due to the author’s sense of humor and mastery over the ambiance of the story. --------------- Another-style introduction: "On that day, a thick fog engulfed everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the dense fog and faced a completely overturned and shattered world – the former order was completely gone, and peculiar phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society. The island city-states and the fleets challenging the sea have become the only lights of civilization left, while the shadows of old days still lurk in the deep sea, waiting to devour this dying world again. But for the new captain, there's only one pressing question – Does anyone know how to sail this damn ship?!"

"Doctor, the game I designed seems to have become reality!" "Isn't that great? People are under such great pressure at work, but you've managed to escape from it all, immersed in the game world, living the life of your dreams." "But I'm a horror game designer, I've conceived one hundred and twenty-six murder cases, created dozens of murderers with different personalities, and in search of material, I've watched ninety-five thriller movies, read over four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand urban mysterious legends. Now, it seems like they've all become real!" "So... do you think I look familiar?"

Temoshí, a boy with no memory of how he ended up in the middle of the ocean, is pulled into a journey alongside his old friends. Together, they become pirates and set sail on an eternal voyage across the Vast Expanse. On this perilous journey, Temoshí searches for answers to his mysterious past, encountering divine beings, forging new alliances, and battling powerful foes. As struggles and adventures unfold, his voyage becomes a story of discovery, resilience, and destiny.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

A girl beautiful and lovely by nature is born with a curse of early death as she keeps surviving by hiding her identity as a girl till she reaches the age of 25. But her parents already decide the fate of the girl by tying her in marriage with the son of their best friend who happens to know this secret of her being a girl when the world sees her as a boy. "Y-You are not a b-boy? How could you hide the fact that you are a girl?!!" "I am s-sorry... but I couldn't... if I had told you I would have... died. " The boy grows up to be a cold, arrogant person since his mother dies in a car accident who was the one desperately waiting to see his son get married to her best friend's daughter. But the accident remains a mystery haunting the boy who seeks revenge despite the loss of the memory. "I will revenge them for you mom!!" Where will their fate lead them to be? Will they overcome their problems and lead a peaceful life together? Will he solve the mystery behind the death of his mother? Will the girl surpass the death line roaming around her? look forward to this novel! Thank you! Contact me in discord Asin13#1961

“If only heaven was a little closer, she would have been an angel.” - ONE OF LU XINYI’S BELOVED. Reading the note Lu Xinyi slightly bows her head down, being shy. --------------------------------- “It's only because of people like her, I want to believe there is a hell out there.” -ONE OF LEI XINYI’S VICTIMS. Reading the note Lei Xinyi scoffs and rolls her eyes muttering a very obvious ‘Whatever’. ----------------- Twin sisters, mysteriously separated since birth, Lu Xinyi and Lei Xinyi didn’t know of each other existence until one eventful day, they land in each other’s life. Let’s find out what happens in the exchange of characters of a devil and an angel. When the fiery and mischievous, Lei Xinyi coming from a shady background, has to cope up with the fancy and formal life of the heiress of one of the most powerful families of the country and when the docile and meek, Lu Xinyi has to almost face the thrill of society as a commoner, the drama is bond to follow! Especially, when both of them were betrothed and were living loveless lives in their old worlds. Will they find love in each other’s life? Or will this fateful shift suck? Will they be able to see the blessing in disguise? The runaway bride, Lei Xinyi, and with the tame, Lu Xinyi, having devils on their tails are seeking all the thrill life can offer!! SNEAK PEAK!! ----------------------- At her reflection, Lei Xinyi raised her brow. She looked like a thoroughly satiated slut that was available to him anytime at his disposal! The thought suddenly had her stomach-churning. She bent men to her will since when did she become this desperate. And Damn! That stupid blush on her cheek! She glared at her reflection. Why the hell the blush?! She was no high school nerd making out with her crush for the first time! Lei Xinyi looked at her reflection and gave a tight slap on her left cheek. "Ow!" At once she cried out at the sting. She caressed for comfort, instantly regretting harming her beautiful blemish-free, vibrant face. No matter what, this will not happen again, she will make sure of it! And this time she will abide by this promise! She acted cordially in front of him for the sake of pretense but of course, the 'service' she was giving him was her selfish needs kicking in from time to time WHICH WILL HAVE TO SYOP!!! Taking out the makeup remover she wiped the excess makeup and reapplied it. Picking his brush from the vanity table she remade the braid on her hairs. Rearranging her dress as much as she could. Lei Xinyi gave herself a once-over and nodded in approval at her appearance. "Yes, I look like a Queen and I should act like one!" She said to herself with an encouraging smile. "Sweetheart, you look like my wet dream and you should act like one." Lei Xinyi heard the lazy sexy voice of Li Yuan leaning sluggishly on the doorframe of the bathroom, cleaned up. Instantly glaring Lei Xinyi muttered, "Shameless bastard!" Li Yuan shrugged with a sexy bedroom smirk, "What is shameless about confessing to your fiancé?" Lei Xinyi bit her lower lips and turned around to leave the room, inaudibly muttering to herself, 'Wouldn't have been shameless IF it was your fiancé…'

Mature content[R-18+] NO RAPE~ ~What happens when a psychopath falls in love?~ The infamous wallflower and sole heiress of the Falcone empire, Abigail Falcone, was a loner, shy, and reserved. She did not know how to socialize or even how to love until she met him. Desperate to escape her scheming relatives, Abby sought a favor from her late best friend’s fiancé—a marriage of convenience. No one would have ever paired the shy, stammering wallflower with the sinfully handsome mafia leader. However, it quickly becomes clear that Abby is a woman of hidden strength—and Remo Quinn finds his dead heart beating once again. Wary but tempted, she struggles to get through the arrangement without stripping herself of her morals and losing her heart to her husband—a man so beautiful and broken, he will hurt her as much as he will love her. While seeking revenge and amidst the sultry heat of their forbidden desires and secret fears, will Abigail find the love that will change her life forever? Or will she face the punishment of falling for her deceased best friend's fiancé? What happens when Remo finds out his little shy wallflower wife is a little sly fox? ——————————— ——————————— Excerpt ~ "Beg me to use you, Abby," he growled, his voice husky with desire. Abby's breath caught in her throat as she struggled to comply with his demand. With a mixture of arousal and trepidation, she managed to whisper, "Please ...Remo..." But Remo wasn't satisfied with just her words. He wanted to see her beg, to hear the desperation in her voice. With a wicked grin, he applied a bit more pressure to her thighs, a hint of pain mingling with pleasure. "Words, little sweet doll. Beg me," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. The sensation sent a jolt of arousal coursing through Abby's veins, her resolve crumbling under Remo's intoxicating dominance. With a whimper of surrender, she found herself uttering the words he desired, her voice trembling with need. "Please...use me," she pleaded, her heart racing as she surrendered herself to the delicious torment of Remo's touch. Trigger warnings; Self-harm, mental illness, rough sexual acts etc.

"Shit! He died again." A boy threw his sword the moment he landed on the ground. He used his levitating magic to pick up a dead body and carry it in his arms. "My tan skin is now even darker than yours." he commented as he compared his dark complexion to the pale, lifeless body on his arms. He looked at a corpse as if it was not new for him to see that person lifeless, but it doesn’t mean it’s not painful to see his brother like this. "It’s not a good time to die, Kuya." The boy softly talked to the lifeless body as he looked up at the blue sky. His long silver-blond hair swayed with the wind as he flew through the sky, ascending slowly without end. "The weather is too good for us to die." It was a bright and sunny morning. White, fluffy clouds drifted across the sky, and so did his mind. The boy’s purple eyes have turned darker the more he stares at his dead brother’s pink hair, stained with blood. He had been trying to make his brother’s life better in his every regression, but the more he tried, the earlier his brother died. Originally, his brother died at fifty, but now in his ninetieth try, his brother died too early, at fifteen years old. It made him wonder if his power to return in time would really help his brother to experience a good and peaceful life, which his brother had never experienced. Or if it was just a power to mess everything up and make his brother’s life miserable. “What did I miss this time? What more should I do?” The boy grumbled while he gripped tighter on his brother’s body. It’s tiring, especially because he keeps returning back in time nineteen times in less than a century. He fought a lot of higher beings that humans could never surpass, but he somewhat did. For his brother, he could face dragons, gods, beasts, and any kind of dangerous being. He becomes stronger and greater than any human. But why does he keep failing? The boy just let out a sigh before he sped up, ascending to the sky, only focusing on his direction toward the sun. “Let’s die again and try for the twentieth time. I will never give up.” ....... The eyes and interest of the higher gods are focused on the fragile-looking child whom the firstborn son of the Marquis wished to divert. Ernesto Oliva is doing his best to save his friend from the bored and conceited gods that have made their lives very twisted. He returned back to the past multiple times with one goal: to make his friend's life more fulfilling. He does, however, end up dealing with a variety of beings, including Deities , Dragons, Demons, Giants, and other mysterious beings ..... Cover illustrated by: Aerinmaers What to see here: Fight against gods and other races Powers used: Magic, Divine, Aura