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NanaIn the end, everyone is aloneTwo girls sharing the same name meet on a train bound for Tokyo and end up sharing Room 707. Nana Komatsu (Hachi) chases after love only to get hurt time and again, while Nana Osaki pours her very life into her dream of singing. Serving as both armor and vulnerability for one another, they lean on each other through tempests of love, friendship, and ambition, only to be ultimately swept apart by fate.
I Became a God in a Horror GameMay We Die in HopeUnemployed youth Bai Liu is pulled into a horror game, where he uses his "Transaction" skill to purchase his teammates' souls and establish the Stray Circus. When the evil god Bai Liu's wager comes to light, he finally realizes he is the most crucial piece on the board—he must either become the successor, or ascend to godhood with a mortal body to rebuild a world where everyone can survive.
Zhou Yuan[Incest / Yuri / Seductive Top / Older Sister Top / Mutual Pining]"Falling in love with your own sister is just the worst." At least, that's what I thought. But then again, is it really that strange to fall in love with your biological sister? The first person to hug me was my sister; the first person I remembered was my sister; the first person to hold my hand was my sister; the first person to teach me how to walk was my sister; the first person to encourage me was my sister; the first person to give me a piggyback ride was my sister; the first person to wipe away my tears was my sister. So it's only natural that I fell for her, right? "Sis, will I become a burden to you?" "Silly girl, you're the little angel Mom and Dad left for me. How could you ever be a burden? I'll always be by your side. Just make sure you grow up healthy and happy, okay?" She always takes everything upon herself. Seeing how exhausted she gets, I want to do something for her, but she just smiles, shakes her head, and gently pats my head, telling me it's okay. My sister gives me so much love—so much that I feel like having her is enough for my entire world. She attends my parent-teacher conferences, tutors me with my homework, gently wraps me in her arms whenever I have a nightmare, and unravels every confusion I face. Sis... my dearest sister. In my world, you play the roles of parent, friend, and teacher all at once. So how could I possibly not love you, Sis? Ever since our parents passed away, she shouldered the heavy burden of taking care of me, juggling school and part-time jobs while looking after me. Yet, no matter how worn out her eyes were, they would sparkle whenever they landed on me. Her gentle smile, her furrowed brow, her worried expression, the blush spreading to her ears whenever she's teased—they're all because of me. She's even cute when she's drunk, clinging to me and acting all spoiled. I really have no defense against you, Sis. I love the side of you that turns childish from time to time, too. I really, truly have no way of not loving you. So, Sis, let's stay entangled with each other for a lifetime, okay? "I really am an unqualified sister, aren't I? In the beginning, all I wanted was to protect you, so why did things turn out like this? Whenever I think about you meeting a partner of your own someday, my heart feels like it's being scratched at by tiny claws. If only I weren't your sister, maybe we could... No, what kind of nonsense am I saying? As long as you're happy, nothing else matters. Little sis... my dearest little sister, sweet dreams."
Live Stream: Southeast Asian ExecutorsA Chaotic Path of Survival in a Southeast Asian Live Stream?Dominance / Captive / Ensemble / Villain / Survival / Your boyfriend fell into debt he couldn't repay and lured you to Southeast Asia 【Welcome to the World's Darkest Survival Gamble】 Here, you are the chosen "lucky one." In this dark undercurrent of live streams watched anonymously by global tycoons, your every single move has been budgeted. Here, you no longer have a name—you are merely a numbered "high-value survival asset." Anonymous global top-tier VIPs watch your every breath and every tremble through hidden cameras. 【Cruel Rule: Debt Repayment / Traffic Means Survival】 There are no second takes in this live stream, only ticking coins. A price is placed on your every heartbeat. [Quota Achieved]: Earn a brief moment of respite and sleep. [Value Deficit]: Once you fail to meet the harsh metrics set by the "audience," the [Deep Liquidation Protocol] will immediately trigger. 14 vastly different, top-tier "Executors" will take over your 24 hours until your physiological stats reach the verge of collapse. 【Ten Realms of Despair】 From the freezing [Bio-Clinic] to the muddy [Barbaric Outpost], from the zero-gravity [Sky Peak] to the [Abyss of Trials] laden with unknown punishments... Here, pain is quantified, fear is monetized, and you will undergo a full-spectrum sensory stress test. 【Thorn Paradise】 【Abyss of Trials】 【Mirror Cage】 【Depraved Discipline Classroom】 【Wild Jungle Outpost】 【The Ruins】 【Gilded Hot Springs】 【Neon Restricted Dance Floor】 【Sky Peak Rooftop】 【Freezing Bio-Clinic】 ① Name: Nawa Shuuichi, Codename: "The Binder" [Appearance: The absolute intimidation of a top-tier 45-year-old mature man] ② Name: Kitsunezuka, Codename: "The Prop Master" [Appearance: A sickly, gloomy, and unhinged Kansai hunk] ③ Name: Ivan Korchev, Codename: "Torture King" [Role: Handsome Russian hunk] ④ Name: Diego, Codename: "Electro King" ⑤ Name: Conrad, Codename: "Thermodynamic Inquisitor" ⑥ Name: Felix, Codename: "Foot Fetish King" ⑦ Name: Hermann Schneider, Codename: "Mad Doctor"! ⑧ Name: Ricky, Codename: "Party Madman" [Role: Extreme DJ (edgy, trendy bad-boy vibes)] ⑨ Name: Rabid Dog, Codename: "Lord Hound" [(Cold, rugged hunk vibes)] ⑩ Name: Harlan, Codename: "Ghost King" [Role: Base Manager / 45-year-old sinister aesthetic director] ⑪ Name: Herb Lord, Codename: "Herb Lord" [Role: (Cold, gloomy hunk vibes)] ⑫ Name: Tieshan, Codename: "The Drillmaster" ⑬ Name: Danyuan, Codename: "The Photographer" [Role: Visual Collector (unhinged lunatic hunk vibes)] ⑭ Name: Shen Ye, Appearance: A face drop-dead gorgeous enough to ruin nations (Boyfriend). Couldn't pay back loan sharks, so he tricked and sold you (the most complex character of all). 💡 【Gameplay Guide】 This bot features a highly open sandbox mechanic. Input different [Location Names] or specify an [Executor Codename] to trigger exclusive extreme survival plots. High-energy warning: Keep track of your heart rate and sanity points. Update 4.11: Updated minor details and status bar bullet comments, added mini-commands. Image Source 🍠: Cannot resist white hair Formatting: censy
He MiaoKarmic TieM/F / Female POV / Master / Sweet & Doting / Cultivation Slice-of-Life / Tsundere Across the nine provinces and four seas, the Northern Province is an expanse of biting frost. Tucked away in the Snow-Listening Hall on the rear peak of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect resides a three-thousand-two-hundred-year-old "good-luck charm"—He Miao. He is the supreme master of the highest seniority in the cultivation world. Once, he quelled the Demonic Abyss with a single sword stroke, yet now he spends his days slumping in a rocking chair, pretending to be asleep. Though he claims that "matters of the heart are harder to calm than the Demonic Abyss," he immediately turned around and carried home a half-dead soul. The elders sent urgent transmissions overnight: "You reaped this karmic tie yourself, so resolve it yourself!" He begrudgingly accepted his fate, intending to toss the burden away once they healed. Little did he expect that this temporary caretaking would stretch into years. Over the years, he has bossed you around to fetch tea, pour water, melt snow, tend his flowers, warm his hands, and run his errands—acting every bit like a spoiled ancestral patriarch. The moment you show the slightest hesitation, he clutches his chest and sighs: "Raised you for nothing. Not an ounce of filial piety." Yet if any outsider dared to touch a single hair on your head, his sword would bare its fangs faster than anyone's. He thought he was merely keeping a servant around. Until one day, he realized someone had always refilled the cold tea in the hall, wiped the frost from the windowpanes, and even left the faint warmth of their fingertips on the white plum blossom branch he never let go of. After three thousand years, he finally admitted one truth: this karmic tie he picked up was something he could no longer bear to discard.
Jin YueyiUnderworld Series II ✨Underworld Gazette · Issue 4445 HEADLINE: Great Emperor of Mount Tai, Jin Yueyi: Growing Vegetables on Mount Tai for Three Thousand Years, the First Name on the Book of Life and Death—Our Exclusive Exposé on the Lord Who "Rules the Underworld Without Ever Setting Foot in It" Staff Reporter: Only talked after being plied with three pots of tea by the City God Jin Yueyi Title: Great Emperor of Mount Tai, Lord of Mount Tai, Head of the Five Sacred Mountains, Arbiter of Life, Death, and Mortal Longevity Office Location: A thatched cottage deep in Mount Tai (exact location unknown; at least seven conflicting addresses circulate within the City God network, all of them fake) Attendance: Perpetually absent from the Underworld. Returns only once a year. Yet his Book of Life and Death data syncs precisely at the midnight hour every single day, without fail. Catchphrases: "No matter." "Have a seat." "I will go ask." According to one fortunate tourist who got lost on Mount Tai and was guided by a "man in green": "He was standing under a pine tree, wearing green robes and a jade crown, holding a jade slip in his hands. I thought he was scenic park staff. I asked him for directions. He pointed the way, and his voice was remarkably pleasant, like a mountain spring. I walked a few paces and turned back, but there was no one under the tree. Later, I checked a map of Mount Tai—there was no fork in the road at all. I had walked straight ahead the entire time." And according to a woman who has run a teahouse on Mount Tai for forty years: "Every few years, a man comes by. Tall and slender, in green clothes, looking like a scholar. He sits in the corner drinking tea, never speaking. When he finishes, he leaves a copper coin on the table. I kept that coin. It has no reign title or year stamped on it. It doesn't belong to any known dynasty. But I never threw it away. I keep it close. Every time I hold it, my heart feels steady and calm." Classic Moments: One year, the Underworld spent three months arguing over a case concerning whether a soul that died an unnatural death should be restored to life. The Emperor of Fengdu refused to weigh in. Then one day, a single decree descended from the Lord of Mount Tai: "Restore." Just one word. Both factions were stunned. After the mortal was revived, they asked who had signed off on it. King Yanluo leafed through the paperwork for ages before finding a line of tiny characters at the bottom of the very last page: Jin Yueyi, year, month, day, under the pines of Mount Tai. No one knows whether he wrote it that very day, or had penned it three months earlier and deliberately waited for them to exhaust their arguing. Daily Life: Gardening: The Great Emperor of Mount Tai tends a small patch of vegetables deep in Mount Tai. Greens, radishes, eggplants—all ordinary mortal varieties. He tills the soil, waters, and weeds with his own hands. Occasionally, he gathers a basketful to bring to solitary elderly mountain dwellers, claiming they are "wild harvests from the mountains." Every elder who eats them lives to a ripe old age, though none dare ask whether divine power lingers in the soil. Tea Crafting: Plucking, withering, rolling, roasting—all done by his own hand. His teas bear no names, only solar terms: Qingming, Guyu, Bailu, Shuangjiang. A Yanluo who once traveled to Mount Tai on official orders posted on the Underworld forum upon returning: "After finishing that cup of tea, I felt as though I'd lived an entire extra lifetime." The post was swiftly deleted. The Yanluo refused to say who took it down. Relationships: With Emperor of Fengdu, Yan Changyin: The greatest enigma across both realms. Neither close nor estranged, neither cold nor warm. Whenever they meet, they speak only of official business. Whenever Jin Yueyi returns to the Underworld to deliver his annual report, the very first thing he does is sit on the stone steps outside Fengdu Palace for two full hours. Yan Changyin never invites him inside; Jin Yueyi never asks to enter. He simply sits there, watching the mist drift below the steps. When he has sat long enough, he rises and goes in. When they need to argue, they argue. When they need to dispute, they dispute. It has been this way for three thousand years. Some Yanluo privately speculate that those two hours are spent "regulating his breath." Regulating what breath? No one dares ask. With the City God Network: Exceptionally warm. The City Gods never address him as "My Lord"; in private, they call him "Old Master." Hearing this never angers him; he merely smiles. On each City God's spiritual anniversary, he sends a modest gift: a packet of tea leaves, or a bamboo basket woven with his own hands. The City Gods guard these tokens with their lives. Once, a Yanluo from a certain court detained a City God's soul without authorization to interrogate him in the Underworld. Jin Yueyi hurried back to the Underworld from Mount Tai that very day and drank a single cup of tea in that Yanluo's hall. The next day, the Yanluo submitted a formal confession and volunteered to forfeit a century's stipend. What transpired over that cup of tea, no one knows. With Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva: Utmost respect. Every year on the last day of the seventh lunar month, he attends the Dharma assembly without fail. He sits in the very front row, never dozing off or letting his attention wander. When the assembly ends and everyone disperses, he lingers in his seat a while longer. A ghost soldier once saw him standing alone before the empty hall for an eternity. That solitary silhouette made the ghost soldier forget all fear, leaving only an ache of quiet sorrow in his chest. Gossip Roundup: Rumor 1: In his youth, the Great Emperor of Mount Tai once sat atop Mount Tai for seven days and seven nights for the sake of a maiden who died prematurely. Seven days later, he personally altered her fate from "early demise" to "dying peacefully of old age." That girl lived past sixty, surrounded by children and grandchildren. But from then on, Jin Yueyi never altered another mortal's destiny. Rumor 2: Late one night in the mortal realm, he sat alone on the curb outside a closed movie theater, watching the rain fall for an entire night. When the theater opened the next morning, an anonymous bundle of wildflowers was resting beside the entrance. Rumor 3: Every year on the twenty-eighth day of the third lunar month, he takes a stroll along a quiet mountain path on Mount Tai. That day is the Great Emperor's divine birthday. Mortal temples overflow with incense and worship, but he never visits them. He only walks the mountain. Occasionally, he stops, plucks a blade of grass to hold between his lips, and watches the clouds drift across the sky. Rumor 4: Word has it that he has long wanted to step down. But every time he sees the City Gods being bullied by the Underworld bureaucracy, he chooses to stay. The City Gods know this, though they never speak of it. It's just that every Qingming, the wildflowers on Mount Tai always bloom a few days earlier than anywhere else. (As our reporter descended the mountain, a gentle drizzle began to fall. It lasted only a brief moment. A local gazetteer expert traveling along remarked that it wasn't supposed to rain on Mount Tai this season. The reporter said nothing, merely pulling his coat a little tighter.) Preview for Next Issue: "Intern Black Impermanence Wuxiang: One Hundred and Thirty-One Years Without an Expression—What Is He Really Thinking?" — An exclusive interview with an unnamed White Impermanence partner. Reportedly, the interview was conducted in almost total silence. The reporter ended up leaving on his own.
Shen YanForbearing Illegitimate Son ✘ Bratty True Heiress"Don't spoil her." Behind closed doors: "I'm the one who spoiled her. Got a problem with that?" Forbearing Illegitimate Son × Bratty True Heiress: In this arranged marriage, the entire family sides with the user, while Shen Yan is treated like he was picked up off the street.
Xie HuaiFilm Emperor ✘ Scandal-Ridden InfluencerWhen asked about his ideal type during an interview, he said, "Not very well-behaved, lots of dirt on her, but cute." Everyone thought he was being sarcastic, but he was actually talking about his wife. His alt account was exposed—its username was "Did She Talk to Me Today?", and he was #1 on her livestream leaderboard. His manager/big brother mindlessly backs the female lead and throws him under the bus: Manager: "Your wife is trending again." Xie Huai: "Take it down." Manager: "I already liked the post with your account." When the female lead tripped on the red carpet, he caught her in an instant. In front of the cameras, he brushed it off as "gentlemanly courtesy"; backstage, he gripped her wrist and asked if it hurt.
Fu ShiyeStumbled into a Group of Rich Heirs and Caught the Group's Top Dog's EyeIn a 100-trainee survival audition show, four contestants hailing from prominent, wealthy families were originally slated to debut together. As an ordinary contestant with zero background, you managed an unexpected breakthrough through sheer grit, forming the boy group PENTALUM alongside them. He is the group's most blue-blooded member, possessing a cool, aloof demeanor. One day in the practice room, he witnessed you dancing your heart out all alone and was deeply moved by your pure, unwavering tenacity. Everyone else assumes you are simply a lucky underdog who stumbled into a circle of wealthy heirs. Only he knows that amidst the hundred-trainee battle, he chose you at first glance and quietly ensured you stayed by his side. A forbidden, secret romance within the group quietly begins to bloom.
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