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Mingshu was so addicted to a novel that she forgot to eat and sleep; she had taken to heart the plight of the villainous emperor within, whose fate was appallingly tragic! After angrily writing a thousand-word negative review, she woke up to find herself transmigrated into the book, becoming the freshly minted, unfortunate Noble Consort of the Tyrant. Confronted with the living and breathing emperor before her, Mingshu's mind was a whirlwind— Isn't this my kid? 〣( ºΔº )〣 In the eyes of everyone else, the emperor was bloodthirsty by nature, ruthless and cruel, a Living Yama whose very name sent shivers down spines! Through Mingshu's eyes, the emperor was: afraid of the dark, terrified of thunder, loved to act spoiled, lacked a sense of security, was inherently kind, and had a life-or-death need for sweets... What kind of supreme cutie is this?! Wahhh, baby, mama loves you!! In order to change her son's dreadful ending, Mingshu, overflowing with maternal love, transformed into a child-protecting demon! She brazenly confronted the Empress Dowager, furiously scolded court officials, and fought imperial consorts with her bare hands... But wait, why were the kid's glances at her becoming more and more peculiar? —— As a child, Si Chu always dreamt of a young girl who taught him to read and write with patience, tended to his wounds with care, and gently soothed him to sleep on every stormy night. Then one day, the girl disappeared. He searched high and low but couldn't find her. So, obsession turned into a demon, his eyes blood-red and crazed, he went mad. Just when he lamented the world's boredom and contemplated destroying everything, He came across a pair of bright, sparkling, talking eyes. With a gloomy and obsessive look, the emperor's lips curled into a cold smile: Fine, you've come to me of your own volition. —— Everyone knew: The emperor detested beautiful, delicate, and arrogant women most of all. No one knew how long the dainty Noble Consort would last. ＊ When you visit this world, remember to take a look at the sun.

Zein était un Guide renégat vivant dans la terre abandonnée de la zone rouge, guidant pour de l'argent et la survie. Jusqu'à ce que la guilde avec laquelle il travaillait ait causé une tragédie. Animé par le chagrin et la culpabilité, Zein est devenu un guide mercenaire à la frontière de la Deathzone interdite, travaillant comme un moine suicidaire. Un jour, un Esper arrogant est soudainement apparu et lui a dit, « Si tu es tellement acharné à mourir, pourquoi ne viendrais-tu pas avec moi dans la Zone de la Mort ? » Une proposition étrange, un sourire nostalgique. Avait-il réellement déjà rencontré cet homme auparavant ? En suivant cet homme dans la zone mortelle, Zein trouvera-t-il le répit qu'il cherche, ou sera-t-il englouti dans une tempête ? Mais il n'y a pas de place pour l'amour dans la Zone de la Mort... n'est-ce pas ? * * * L'histoire se déroule dans un univers de Sentinelle, donc il y aura : - Sentinelle (Esper) et Guide - Donjon ! - Romance - Action - ...de l'érotisme ? ;) C'est une histoire d'amour (en quelque sorte) enrobée de péripéties du système de donjon, avec des capacités, de l'action et tout ce qui s'ensuit

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- The story won't be dropped and I will continue until the end. So, I appreciate your support through Power Stones and Golden Tickets, Just read the first few chapters I am confident that you would like this thing.

“Mon nom est Kobayashi Shinsuke, 42 ans. Je suis chef de la Section Finances du Département Catastrophes Naturelles de Marline Insurance. J’ai une nouvelle recrue sous mes ordres, et je ne supporte pas ses sourires, ses regards, et son attitude détachée. Elle ressemble exactement à la folle qui s’en est pris à moi hier, et elle travaille ici maintenant?! Cette fille… JE DOIS LA FAIRE DÉMISSIONNER!" "Mon nom est Shinohara Hana, 21 ans, et je suis la nouvelle recrue! Je m’intéresse de près à Mr Kobayashi. Depuis un moment, même… Ce type… JE DOIS LE FAIRE TOMBER AMOUREUX DE MOI!" Ou la relation bizarre et basée sur un malentendu d’ennemis (mais pas vraiment) qui deviennent un couple, dans le monde des sociétés d’assurances! Hana le connaît depuis longtemps, et s'est faite embaucher dans la même entreprise pour le retrouver, et lui exprimer toute sa gratitude, malgré son mauvaix caractère. Mais Shinsuke ne se souvient pas d'elle. Pire, même, leur première rencontre, à ses yeux, était horrible! Et la jeune femme ne semble pas avoir de remords, ni même se souvenir des faits! Mais, elle compte bien lui tenir tête, quoi qu'il arrive. Car elle a une dette à régler... Et parce qu'une seule chose est importante, à ses yeux. __________________ EXTRAIT: Yuuto grimaça, et se pencha alors en arrière pour apercevoir Mari. « Hé, Hasami-san ? » Dit-il pour attirer son attention. La femme plus âgée se pencha alors également en arrière sur son siège, elle et Yuuto se positionnant de chaque côté d'Hana comme deux gardes du corps un peu trop zélés. « Jette un œil à ça, » dit Yuuto en pointant du doigt l'écran d'ordinateur de la nouvelle interne. Interne qui, à présent, avait complètement arrêté de travailler, et se demandait pourquoi elle avait à présent deux adultes penchés sur chacune de ses épaules avec un regard concentré braqué sur son document. Et après quelques secondes, Mari grimaça. «Ouch...» Dit-elle, comme si ce qu'elle voyait était douloureux, rien qu'en regardant. Elle mit alors sa main gauche sur l'épaule d'Hana, et secoua la tête. «Le Chef Kobayashi t'as dans le collimateur...» Déduisit-elle avec une voix navrée. «Il t'a demandé de lui rendre ça pour quand ?» «Demain matin... ?» Répondit avec hésitation Hana. «Ouch...» Dit à son tour Yuuto. «Quelle espèce de...» Mais le jeune homme s'interrompit rapidement, regardant avec un regard suspicieux tout autour de lui et tournant la tête comme un chien de prairie sur ses gardes. Puis, voyant que l'objet de ses insultes n'était pas en train de marcher dans l'étage - comme un rapace planerait dans les airs pour chercher une nouvelle proie – il chuchota vivement pour compléter sa phrase. «Quel enfoiré !» Dit-il en un souffle, de façon presque inaudible. _________________________________________________ Illustration de couverture par Banae (Instagram: @ba.nae ) BETA : Nayrroda.

She saw it. She heard it. She knew something was wrong. Something's definitely happening around her. ***** Dayanara Avelino is a finance manager and an art advocate. She's living her almost perfect life under the guidance of her loving parents, caring brother, and loyal employees. She had everything she needed in life. Until one day, she started hearing, seeing, and feeling things. Things that aren't supposed to be felt by a normal person. She became her horror. Her life has turned upside down since then. What'll be her reaction when she finally finds out that the man she loved the most was behind this all? Do you believe that first love never dies?

Winner of WPC #308 Bronze --- I was a regular guy. I had a regular job. A regular family. And, although I was still a bachelor, I had been in several relationships, although none of them got far enough to lead to marriage. Then, I was stabbed in the back. I didn't even get to see their face before everything blacked out. 'Why was I killed? I just lived a normal life!' Then, I woke up in a baby's body. At the age of 10, when we were finally getting our status windows, I suddenly realized something. When I looked at my twin sister, I almost choked from shock. 'Fuck, don't tell me I got reincarnated into "that" novel!' 'And furthermore, I'm the main villain, the villainous brother!' This is the story of my quest for a lazy life, one where I didn't have to do anything. I just wanted to live a lavish life as the son of the duke, my sister could do whatever she wanted and save the world, and I wouldn't interfere. At least, that was what I thought at first. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Release Rate: Check the schedule Chapter Length: 1000-1500 words per chapter My chapters are edited by myself, so forgive me if I make any mistakes. Just comment if there is a mistake anywhere. My other novels: When the Reader Descends Into the Novel With a System: https://www.webnovel.com/book/when-the-reader-descends-into-the-novel-with-a-system_23122762806287305 Discord Link: https://discord.gg/8ePQESSSHT All names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are purely fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, or products are intended. Note: The cover doesn't belong to me. If you are the original owner and want me to take it down, please leave a comment on my latest chapter.

Brother and sister team Midnight and Aurora Pendragon have a successful airship business taking clients on trips to be photographed with their pet pterodactyl. The last thing they expect is to have one such trip hijacked by the dashing adventurer Voltaire Crevin and his right-hand man Trevilian Hawke.<br><br>While his sister and Voltaire repeatedly lock horns, Midnight finds himself increasingly drawn to Trevilian. Finally, Voltaire explains they are trying to prevent a weapon of mass destruction from falling into the hands of a ruthless, secret organization, the S.O.R.<br><br>With Midnight’s help, they take the airship down into an extinct volcano to find that not only does Atlantis still exist, but the weapon is in the hands of the few remaining Atlanteans. But if Voltaire had believed the S.O.R. were ruthless, it's nothing compared to that of the Atlanteans who seek to return to the surface and rule the world using their ultimate weapon: The Leviathan.<br><br>Midnight’s feelings for Trevilian deepen as they seek a way to stop the Atlanteans and escape from Atlantis. Danger comes in many ways and takes many forms, each more deadly than the last. Can Midnight and Trevilian survive long enough to know whether love never dies?

Rehor is reborn into a new world, and his ignorance of the lifestyle along with discovering his magic will make his life difficult.

Mariette Tierney was cursed by the late Queen because of revenge on her parents. Her heart was frozen, numbing her to everything. Including love. "I can not love; therefore, no one can love me." "You can't decide for yourself. What if it turns out I love you?" Then appears Elroy Gauthier, a knight who knows the curse. Starting from curiosity, the seeds of love emerge. But Elroy didn't know that loving Mariette would kill them in different ways.

Aussi longtemps qu'il s'en souvienne, il a toujours été dénué d'émotions. Mais que se passe-t-il, quand un "zombie émotionnel" comme lui, rencontre une véritable zombie? Et elle a la joie de vivre?! C'est parfait, elle est détective privée et a justement besoin d'un assistant pour mener l'enquête! Iwao, lui, espère que passer du temps avec elle lui permettra enfin de ressentir des émotions, et de les exprimer correctement. Mais elle oublie parfois que son nouvel assistant peut mourir, lui. Et lui, ne se rends pas compte qu'il tombe, sans le savoir, peu à peu amoureux d'elle. Toutefois, l'amour est bien loin de ses préoccupations à elle. Car elle est à la recherche d'un meurtrier lié à son passé. __________________ EXTRAITS « Quoi ? Tu t'attendais à ce que je déduise tout ça sur le moment, dès ton entrée ici ? Faut arrêter de regarder la télé mon gars... » Ajouta-t-elle en souriant. À présent, elle semblait presque se vanter et se moquer de moi en même temps. « C'est de l'atteinte à la vie privée, » répondis-je à mon tour, sans pour autant être effrayé. --- « Dans ce cas, tombez amoureuse de moi, » proposais-je. Elle sursauta face à l'énormité de ce que je venais de dire. « Non, attends ! » S'exclama-t-elle en brandissant à nouveau ses mains vers moi. « C'est pas comme ça que ça marche ! » __________________ Couverture par Anzai (Fiverr: fiverr.com/anzailee) Lettrage du titre par Gedomaru/Noya (Instagram: @donya.dhl ) Création des personnages: AreeSensei BETA: Nayrroda __________________