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 Serenia: City of adventurers.
 If there was one thing that children lacked, it was patience. And if one child started bawling and throwing a tantrum, others would soon be swept up in this tide of emotion and start crying as well.
 They had cleaned most of their mess, yet when I had wanted them to start cleaning the upstairs rooms as well, their collective howling had begun. During all of this, I had been curious as to the stats of the kids, yet I soon found out that I could not summon the stat windows for any NPCs. I had to go by the average stats that I remembered upon having created the game. Was there a way in which I could gain the ability to see such things?
 I could finally bear their moaning no more and told them to get out of my house as I unlocked the door. They grabbed their shoes, and once outside, put them on while staring at me with resenting gazes.
 “I’m going to tell everything to my mom,” the weaselly-looking boy said petulantly.
 “Oh, okay then,” was all I said as I watched them scurry away into a nearby alley. Their tattling would bear no fruit, for they were commoners while I was of noble lineage. I had the support of Kaseun Sabrak and knew that their parents would not be foolish enough to press the matter. I locked the door after myself with a sigh and went about cleaning the spots that they had missed. I then left the mop and rag to dry by the window as I flopped down on the living room sofa. I stared at the ceiling then, my body relaxing as if it was being hugged. My home had been filled with noise for the first time in two years, so I was once more reminded of how lonely it was. As I lay there, the house felt like a vast, empty cavern to me.
 “What a bitter thing,” I mused sadly. On Earth, I could at least talk to my parents if I felt lonely. In this world, I did not even have a single friend to share my life with.
 I had never tried to make any, as I still wished to escape this reality. Well, I might settle down here and live my life as a noble… but what of Earth, then? Even if I forgot about my previous life and lived to a ripe old age in Serenia, once I died, I would return to my last save. This rang true whether I died by blade, pestilence, or the simple passage of time.
 This ability to start over did have its advantages, yet I had no desire to repeat the process ad infinitum.
 I knew that the moment I was an adult would be the moment that I set out on my quest for the fragments and claim my place as Pernen’s heir.
 “It can’t be that hard to become the Fourth Lord’s successor,” I mused, cursing Xian’s meddling ways as I stood up. There was one very real problem which faced me: To become the heir to a Demonic Lord was to sacrifice one’s very humanity. These Lords stood in direct opposition to the Celestial Kings, who were the personification of all that was good in the world. The moment that other humans became aware of someone’s desire to become a successor, they would hunt you ceaselessly, fearing the malicious power inherent in one who would freely choose to become a Demonic Lord.
 “Unfortunately, it seems that this fate has been chosen for me, not by me,” I said aloud as I allowed shadow magic to bloom from my palm, the black tendrils reaching into the air.
 I decided that the problem of my ascension was still far off, so there was little to be gained from being worried and depressed. Now was the time for me to focus upon the honing of my swordsmanship, as well as the gaining of core survival skills that would aid me upon my quest.
 It might not be an easy task, yet I still had plenty of time.
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 After a few days of trying to practice, I realized that, within this reality, I would get nowhere without a trainer, a teacher. Even by using the game elements I had by then mastered, any training I did on my own became nothing more than repetitive labor, which did little to improve my skills or stats.
 I knew with a firm conviction that I was wasting my time. Basic skills, like cooking, were easy to learn. Survival skills and the art of the sword took practice and regimented training. I had gained much knowledge of such things in my perusal of the library, yet reading about the tying of a rope or the employment of a perfect riposte after parrying a strike was not the same as physically doing it. The only way that theory and practice could become intertwined was by, well, practicing.
 I decided that I had to go on a little hunting expedition. I failed at it, though, and quickly too. Unlike normal sandbox RPGs, one could not merely exit a city as it pleased one. The guards would not let me, a mere boy, go outside the walls of Serenia on my own.
 I needed a qualified escort. It seemed that I had hit a brick wall in all my efforts.
 Someone had to help me if I wished to advance. One name immediately came to mind.
 “Kaseun Sabrak.”
 It would be difficult to find a trainer better than he, for he held a platinum disk which he had earned when he had been a Mercenary King. I also considered going to Seron for training, yet I knew his manner would not be as leisurely and understanding as that of Kaseun. I made up my mind and went to visit the Sabrak household.
 It stood proudly near the inner wall, one of the larger and more opulent mansions in Serenia. It had an iron fence around it, which stretched as tall as its roof, and more than one building stood in its compound. Their style was one of subtle elegance that few architects would be able to emulate.
 After knocking on the door, I was greeted by a butler. I stated my purpose to him and entered the house, taking a seat in the foyer. The butler left to fetch his master, and I was greeted by Kaseun in short order.
 “Oh, Judah! You have finally visited my home, I see. How amazing,” Kaseun said, for I had only been here once when he had shown me where he lived. After exchanging a few pleasantries, I got straight to point as to the reason for my visit.
 “So, you want to be tutored in the art of the sword?”
 “Yeah, grandpa.”
 “And why have you come to me, then?”
 “Well, you are an honorary noble of Baekje and possess a platinum disk, which means you know how to use a sword and train others. They even say that you are the best trainer in Serenia. You once said that I must come to you if I ever needed anything. Right now I need a trainer, so here I am.”
 “I don’t remember telling you that I was an honorary noble of Baekje… Well, well, no matter. You are right, I am the most skilled man in this city,” Kaseun laughed, clearly pleased upon hearing my request.
 “I’ll train you.”
 “Okay, I think you’ll be an excellent sparring partner, grandpa. Before we begin, I just have to check my stamina.”
 “Check your… check your stamina?”
 “I mean, I just want to make sure I’m not too tired for intense training.”
 He nodded at this, stroking his beard thoughtfully. “If you are tired today, we can always start tomorrow,” he said as he started to noisily sip the tea his maid had placed before him.
 “No, we can start now.”
 “Yes? Excellent! Let’s head to the training grounds,” he said as he emptied his cup and stood up. I followed him outside. Within the courtyard of his compound, there was a small field covered with sand.
 “Now, I have decided to tutor you. I am telling you in advance: This will be proper, hard training, and you can’t chicken out, not even now. A true man does what he said he would do,” Kaseun told me with his hand upon my shoulder.
 “Yes grandpa, I won’t disappoint you.”
 “You have answered well, Judah. I know through rumors that you have jogged along the city walls every morning. So, let’s see what you have in you. Run laps over the training ground until I say stop,” Kaseun said as he settled himself under the shade of the pagoda which had been erected nearby. Upon hearing his command, I entered a jog, my steps and breathing coming at regular intervals. I gave no thought as to how many laps I did; I just ran. Sweat soon began to pour from me like a salty rain, yet my stats held me on my feet.
 After I had run for a goodly while, Kaseun said that I could stop. He then proceeded to test me through push-ups, sit-ups, and squats.
 “Excellent, very good!” he praised me.
 Well, I knew I could be better for this session of training had at last exhausted me. I had trained without rest for many hours by then.
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 [Your body has reached its limit. Determination has been activated, granting you a brief second wind]
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 When I saw this message and felt the brief boost in my Stamina, the exhaustion had finally become too much to bear. I looked toward Kaseun, who nodded in a satisfied manner.
 “Is this enough, grandpa?”
 “Uh huh, of course, it is! Your strength and stamina are superb, far better than I had expected. So, from now on, we will train for three hours each morning, starting at around nine on the clock.”
 “…Okay, yeah,” I managed to say as I lay in the sand, taking deep gulps of breath. Kaseun had approached me and started to massage my thighs and calves. I tried to get up, but his grip upon my shoulder prevented me from doing so.
 “Just stay down. You always have to release the tension and fatigue in your body after training, so just relax.”
 I hesitated, but then did as he had instructed, feeling his grip on my shoulder slacken.
 “Thank you,” I said as he finished his labors, his massaging technique having removed much of the pain from my body, which now felt cooler than before.
 “Yes, in this case, thanks is all I want from you, Judah, nothing else. So, why do you wish to wield a sword, then? I thought with all the days that you had spent in the library that you sought to become a scholar, a bureaucrat or a mage.”
 I pondered his question and my response for a while. When I looked into his eyes, though, I noticed the deep and anxious concern within them. I knew I could not tell him the entire truth, but at least sketch a rough idea for him.
 “I have no interest in becoming a boring old scholar or a bureaucrat. Being a mage is also not my goal. No, I’m leaving Serenia.”
 “When, Judah? And to where?”
 “On the day that I become an adult, I will set out and travel the world. The knowledge from books have taught me about other realms. Now, knowing how to wield a sword will protect me on my journey, and allow me to protect others, not stand around as if my hands had been cut off.”
 Kaseun groaned upon hearing my last sentence. Perhaps I had been too blunt, speaking more like an adult than a child. But I could see that Kaseun was rather thinking about the murder of my parents and that this event had led me to take up the sword.
 “You want to be strong to protect others? That is such a thought in one as young as you.”
 He had clearly misunderstood my intentions, which might have been for the best. My true goal was the collection of the fragments, and toward that goal, I had read all that there was to read in the library. I had to be prepared for the unknowns of the world I had created. Kaseun bumped my shoulder with his fist.
 “Don’t worry, I understand,” he said.
 “Yeah?” I asked, surprised at Kaseun’s reaction. He just gave me a thumbs up, his hand as thick as my head, and then laughed as he shoved his yellowed teeth.
 “I will teach you. Nine is a good age to start, not too late and not too early. I will drill the art of the sword into your heart, but one requires talent for that. No… Even if you lack the talent, I will train you until no one can harm you, trust me,” he said as he thumped his fist into his chest.
 I was sweating as I watched him.
 Something was wrong…
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 I made a game.
 When I woke up, I was in that game.
 When I was in confusion and embarrassment, the one who brought me into this world appeared and said:
 “Oh, Creator. This is a game only for you, but it is also a ‘duty’.”
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 Song Jinxi really likes the abstinence overlord villain in a novel about a sadomasochistic president.
 The villain is handsome and indifferent, smarter than a demon, coldhearted and less lustful, and his aura is so cool that it makes one’s legs soft!
 A system is bound between them. She was told that the villain has blackened and wants to kill the male and female lead and destroy the world?
 The two-dimensional world is facing the danger of collapse, and Song Jinxi turns into a righteous fighter and transmigrates into the novel.
 The first time she transmigrated, the villain was still a little beanie and in order to save him, she sacrificed her life honorably.
 The second time she transmigrated, the villain grew into a young boy and in order to save him, she sacrificed her life again.
 The third time she transmigrated…she died again. 
 The three worst things of the villain’s childhood were avoided by her, but he still blackened and wants to destroy the world again?
 Song Jinxi transmigrated for the fourth time, but she did not expect to be caught by the villain as soon as she landed. 
 The villain that had grown into a tyrannical CEO, pressed the petite girl against the wall and whispered in her ear with a very dangerous voice:
 “If you dare to die again, I will let everyone in this world be buried with you.”
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 Liu Yang, a grassroot cadre of Chinese bureaucracy, by sheer coincidence entered the bed of a beautiful boss and thus starts the colorful stellar journey of our hero. He accompanies charming police women, exquisite nurses, graceful flight hostess, ripe female colleagues, mature female bosses, ingenious female managers and singer sisters to karaoke house under the shocked eyes of people. 
 This story is full of handsome men, witty women, beautiful emotions, thrilling official situations and logical offense. To find out how Liu Yang has made this perfect feast possible, let’s go on this journey together.
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 In her last life, Yu Lingxi fell from a myriad of stars that surrounded the moon into the dust, and was forced to sacrifice herself to the regent, Ning Yin.
 The regent was born handsome and beautiful, but unfortunately he has a crippled leg. He was a twisted and cruel madman who killed his brothers and father.
 What Yu Lingxi was most afraid of was that while wiping the fresh blood on his hands, he smiled and said to her: “Lingxi, come here.”
 After only two years of marriage, Yu Lingxi passed away suddenly.
 After her death, Ning Yin did not set up a mourning hall, did not make funeral arrangements and buried her, and became even more insane, slaughtering the city with blood.
 Then she was reborn at fifteen years old, when she was still a high-ranking noble daughter of the general’s mansion, and Ning Yin was not yet the regent who covered the sky with one hand.
 Unable to swallow this anger, Yu Lingxi took the guards to find Ning Yin, who was living on the street, and intended to beat him anonymously to avenge the resentment in her previous life.
 Unexpectedly, when she rushed to the scene in anger, she saw the thin boy curled up and was being pressed to the ground, and his left leg was about to be broken. The muddy water was covered with blood and trickled down, soaking his dark and resentful eyes red…
 Only then did she realize what a pitiful past Ning Yin had.
 Yu Lingxi made a mistake due to a strange combination of circumstances, and instead of going to beat someone, she went to save him.
 She had no choice but to take in the little poor boy and try her best to teach him to be an upright young man with a healthy body and mind.
 To her surprise, as she taught and taught, the little poor boy looked at her with more gloomy and strange eyes.
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 Ping Mo has been transferred from the Special Forces to the Alliance University, and the whole university is in an uproar. The new instructor, Ping Mo, is said to be a top alpha, with a lean waist, long legs, a nice ass, and a great sense of humor.
 The little sweet omegas get weak at the sight of him.
 Pei Yutu disdains: What’s so good about this f*cking little white guy?
 Later, Pei Yutu discovers Ping Mo’s little secret; He is an omega, a rare Therian omega!
 Big Pei pressed the man into the toilet stall, his teeth gently crushed his glands, looked at the flushed drill sergeant, squeezed the tail behind him, and laughed, “Damn! You’re so good everywhere!”
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 Framed by her so-called best friend and half-sister, Su Qianxun stumbled upon a strange man when she was making her escape. A strange man so handsome it looked as if his face was carved by the Gods, but with a heart as cold as stone. A wild and fiery night ensued, and ever since then, they embarked on a journey filled with passion, lust, conspiracy and treachery.
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 Jiang Mian was involved in a car accident on the way home from a celebration banquet and ended up in a novel.
 When she opened her eyes, she became the stand-in for the paranoid male protagonist’s Bai Yueguang[White Moonlight]. After the White Moonlight came back, she was kicked away by the male protagonist.
 Knowing the tragic end of the substitute, Jiang Mian refused to be his White Moonlight substitute! ! I want to break up! At the mention of breaking up, she passed out in pain!
 Only then did she know that she also had a punishment mechanism that was designed to collapse if she broke up with the ML.
 Jiang Mian (smiling): I can’t mention breaking up, can’t I let the male lead dump me! In order to get rid of the paranoid male protagonist, all kinds of demon. J 
 Jiang Mian: I want that diamond ring. If you don’t buy it, you don’t love me! 
 Jiang Mian: You don’t love me anymore, I want to break up with you! 
 Jiang Mian: So I’m just her stand-in, it’s not me that you love at all! 
 Shen Shiyan: Don’t make trouble!
 After finally breaking up, Jiang Mian sent a circle of friends to say that he would never love again, while dressed up and flirting with his good sisters. As a result, as soon as he arrived at the bar, he ran into the paranoid male protagonist. Jiang Mian was petrified on the spot!
 Jiang Mian: What should I do if my substitute accidentally rolls over? Wait online, very urgent! Ah, the hero is here! ! ! 
 Shen Shiyan caught someone who was about to run, and smiled overcastly: Where to go?
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 A Mysterious continent, with many powerful sect and countless strong one. Juvenile Zhou Heng with a mysterious black broken sword, from the original stone town out into this world of war. Ascended the throne of the world with only a sword in hand.
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 “It’s okay to fall in love; however, growing up in a single-parent family, I have no interest in marriage.” 
 “Damn! I’ve already said that I’m not getting married, why are you still taking this so seriously?” 
 “I’m sorry, last night I was drunk.”
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 The daughter of a duke, the stuttering Maximilian, married a knight of lowly status at her father’s coercion.
 After their first night, her husband departed for an expedition without another word.
 He comes back three years later, this time as a famous knight in the whole continent.
 How would Maximilian face him on his return?
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 In order to take away her father’s shares, her husband colluded with her bestfriend to set her up. A divorce was thrown at her face and she was forced out of the house.
 Four years later, she returned with an adorable treasure. With his hands wrapped around her waist, her baby son said, “Mommy, I heard that it’s the trend now to have a godfather. You wait, I’ll find one to support you!”
 A few days later, her son brought back a super handsome guy who looked exactly like him.
 “Mommy, don’t worry, I’ve checked. Dad ranks first on the world’s richest list and is able to deal with all kinds of disapproval!” Her son said confidently.
 Cheng Liyue: “…”
 Looking at the startled woman, Gong Yexiao coldly threw out a paternity test, “Woman, when did you steal my seed?”
 Cheng Liyue was furious. Which bastard was it who slept with her four years ago but did not assume responsibility for it?
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 Qiaosheng, you are the one who saves me, yet you are also the one who gives me hell. If we cannot grow old together, I’d rather we’ve never met before.
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 Mo Li was a lunatic, and everyone was afraid of him, except Bai Cheng, and he was Mo Li’s light. They had been in love for five years, but just before they went abroad to get a marriage certificate, Bai Cheng was suddenly diagnosed with cancer.
 Mo Li asked Bai Cheng what he wanted, and the always cheerful Bai Cheng said in a low voice that day – he wanted to go to college.
 It didn’t take long for Bai Cheng’s healthy body to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye. He was in so much pain that he couldn’t sleep all night, but he was still able to comfort Mo Li with a smile.
 Mo Li didn’t even have a chance to fulfill Bai Cheng’s last wish before he has lost his light. Mo Li was like a corpse. He has family and friends, but no one else matters after Bai Cheng left.
 Then one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself back in his senior year of high school. This time it was his turn to become Bai Cheng’s light.
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 Bai Cheng fell in love with the new transfer student. He thought it was love at first sight. Little did he know that the transfer student had been plotting against him for a long time.
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