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Good news! The game is up and running! Bad news, while other players play the game, I get played by the game. Bai E had reserved "Galaxy Online" only to find himself turned into cannon fodder artificial human within the game world. High-dimensional demons, endless swarms of insects, the crisis of intelligent machinery... Universal pests running rampant, and Bai E even has to face a fourth catastrophe—players. Confronted with these things, even the soul won't find peace after death. Finding a place to bury oneself first seems like the most prudent way to die. Wait, what's this? 【Lucky Strike: Tenfold critical hit, maxed drop rate, a single strike for 999! Current charge: 100/100 (Note: Equipment depends entirely on drops, free trade for all.)】 Bai E: "Initially, I refused to struggle for survival in this crisis-filled Galaxy World, but then I gave it a try, wow! The drop rate is really high!" (PS: Players who have been cut by the leek can also have a process they are passionate about. Come play a game, protagonists, players, us...) ```

His life is really a wild run. Find out who he ends up with after his really messed up encounter.

"Ding, the 'Plot Lord' system is being installed. Please wait." "Hello. Who are you? What is this place, and why am I here? Can you..." "Ding, Mission: Identify and transfer the system to the target within a year." "Ding, Reward: Host soul will not be destroyed." "Go fuck yourself." "Ding, 3..2...1... The system is willing to reissue the mission. Is the host willing to accept?" "Again. Go fuck yourself." Long Chen screamed in discomfort. "Ding, Host, why are you unwilling to accept the mission?". "First, Go fuck yourself. Second, stop with the Ding sound. It's irritating. Third, what the hell is happening here?" "Host, the system is exhausted after a long journey. The system thought it had found the right host but didn't expect to meet you." ...................................................... Authors Note- Please comment and provide feedback for Improvements.

People always underestimate the things kids can go through. You're still young? Grow up and face some real problems. Yet aren’t the grown ups we grow up to be shaped by our childhood experiences. So, why do people continue to belittle traumatic experiences kids go through? As a kid you're left with no options. You have limited freedom? You burdened by expectations. The want you to be the best? By the best is sometimes impossible. Look at a schools. One of the most asked questions; what do you want to become when your older? They expect a uniform response. I want to be a engineer, fire fighter? If you said happy they would laugh. You see limited. Yet you expected to become a fully fledged functional member of society. The bottomline; no one gives a fuck about kids This novel dives into the life of Walter. A high school freshman in a wheel chair and his struggle to deal with life as a teenager.

Since he was told by special guests that he was eight - character, He Bixue has really started hitting ghosts! And it was a bloody female ghost who was scattered all over the body, smiling at him with a cracked mouth and holding him tight.

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Bad things happen to people EVEN GOOD PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY GOOD PEOPLE!!

why does it have to separate the gender thingy? who cares if males read female oriented stuff and vice-versa am ay right guys :) (this is just a test don't take it seriously)

Remember our beautiful naruto uzumaki... this is not anout him, watch ehat happens when a 12 year old girl took her own life and was given a second chance, all she had to pick was a time place and universe, luckoly shes an anime fan

Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,