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 Glancing down, he noticed bandages wrapped around the boy's fingers, not only that--he could see a hint of bandages covering his arms from under his sleeves. Meinhard quickly pulled his sleeves down as he noticed his glance, looking away meekly.
 "What are those from?" Ren asked him, looking at his bandaged hands.
 The boy tried to distract himself by throwing some vegetables into the pot with a plob as they dropped against the boiling water.
 "You know--just some cuts while dicing up vegetables is all. I can't say I'm a master with the knife, he-he," Meinhard stuck his tongue out jokingly.
 Ren didn't believe it for a second, but he didn't feel like prodding into the life of someone he just met.
 "Alright...you should be more careful," Ren furrowed his eyebrows before turning back to dice the rest of the carrot he had started on, "Say...what kind of guy is Althaus anyways?"
 --Ren already had his own impression of him that he already told himself wouldn't change, but maybe hearing something good about the man might make his time here easier. However--more than that, he almost hoped to hear negative aspects of Althaus to justify his hatred for him further.
 He could feel Meinhard freeze in place at his question. The energetic boy seemed to dim down at the topic of the nobleman. The boy ran his fingers over his other hand, touching the bandages that wrapped around his injured fingers. Although it was hard to see, Ren could faintly make out red stains of blood that had seeped into the white bandages.
 "The lord...gave me a reason to live when I was at the end of my road," Meinhard smiled, his eyes shrouded by reminiscing memories told a different story to Ren.
 Ren let out a short sigh from his parted lips, dicing apart another carrot with more speed--but not efficiency. He let his frustration manifest as he sliced apart the orange vegetable as if he was some sort of celebrity chef, eventually--
 "Gow--!" Ren yelped out.
 Ren held his hand close to his body, blowing on his finger as if to ease the pain he caused to himself in his own shoddy knifemanship. A trail of blood ran down the parted skin on his lightly mutilated finger, staining his finger in crimson.
 "Ah...I thought I heard you picking up speed over there!" Meinhard teased him while still somehow holding a worried expression.
 Meinhard acted in haste, grabbing the boy's hand and holding it.
 "Hey--this isn't the time for whatever this is!" Ren complained with a flustered expression.
 "Oh, shut up!" Meinhard huffed, closing his eyes, "Heilen Manor."
 As those words imbued with mystical energy left the boy's mouth, an odd sensation ran through Ren--causing his hand to pulsate with an unknown warmth. A faint green light radiated from the pair's hands before the pain faded entirely.
 "What...is this?" Ren asked slowly, left in awe at the sight.
 "Just a simple healing spell. Your finger should be fine now--just wash the blood off!" Meinhard smiled, letting go of his hand.
 Raising his finger in front of his eyes, he confirmed for himself that his cut was healed, even the pain had been erased completely, however--a scar was left on his finger.
 "What kind of magic can't even prevent scars from a simple cut?" Ren complained.
 "Hey, be thankful you even got treated! I'm not that proficient with healing magic, so that's the best you've got," Meinhard snapped back.
 "Whatever, whatever--thank you," Ren muttered that last part under his breath.
 "What was that?" Meinhard teased.
 "Don't push it!" Ren huffed and doused his blood-stained finger in water, sticking his tongue out.
 He stopped for a moment and looked at Meinhard intently, focusing his gaze as if inspecting a crucial aspect about the boy.
 "Do I have something on my face? Why're you looking at me like that?" Meinhard scratched his cheek bashfully with a chuckle.
 "If you have the talent to use healing magic, then why're you still wearing those bandages?" Ren asked quietly, not trying to risk any outside ears prying into his conversation.
 The boy's eyes widened for a moment before settling into a distant gloom as he ran his hand across his bandaged fingers once again.
 "It makes me happy that you think I'm talented, but I'm not, Ren," Meinhard wore a weak smile,"sometimes, you must sacrifice something in order to obtain usage of magic. I sacrificed the ability to heal myself in order to learn healing magic--when you think about it, not a bad deal, right? I mean, I wouldn't be able to use it at all without that restriction. I suppose that's why it's weak, but I'm still glad I have it so I can heal those I want to protect."
 "I'd say that's a fair deal...although it must be sort of cruel. Having the ability to help others--but not yourself. I'd guess that is the true price of that deal," Ren commented.
 Meinhard nodded his head before running his fingers through his fluffy hair and smiling brightly once more. Bringing such a topic to the surface definitely wasn't Ren's best idea, as he could tell the boy was quickly trying to sway the conversation somewhere else.
 "Come one--the lord is going to be furious if I don't have supper done in time!" Meinhard clapped his hands together and hastily began tossing ingredients into a pot.
 "You know--maybe having me help out wasn't such a bad idea. Might earn me some points in this household if the meal comes out good," Ren said, instantly questioning himself as to why he would want any sort of approval from a man like Althaus.
 As the various ingredients consisting of spices, vegetables, and some sort of meat were added to the pot, an intoxicating aroma filled the kitchen. He stopped for a moment to take in the scent--causing his stomach to rumble in response to the tease of food.
 "Ah, that's embarrassing," Ren covered his stomach as if that would somehow muffle the sound.
 A loaf of bread was tossed directly into his hands as he looked at it with a puzzled gaze before turning towards Meinhard, not hiding his action at all with a cheerful smile.
 "Dinner won't be served until the lord is home, so try and hold off with that, alright?" Meinhard pinched his index finger and thumb together.
 "Thanks," Ren nodded his head in gratitude, nearly salivating at the idea of filling his stomach with the loaf of yummy, carb goodness.
 Waiting for Meinhard to turn back around, he quickly scarfed the bread down without taking a second breath. It was revitalizing, sure, but it only seemed to replace his hunger with drowsiness. After letting out a loud, extensive yawn against his own will, he felt what remaining energy he had left quickly dissipate as his body pleaded with him to rest.
 "He-he, you should go get some rest, you have enough time before the lord gets back, I imagine," Meinhard insisted.
 "You sure? I didn't really help out much, if anything--I was like, negative help. I made you use up mana," Ren argued, even though he desperately wanted to experience the sweet embrace of sleep in that moment.
 "Don't worry about it! It was helpful enough to have some entertainment around here for a bit, now come on. Everything is set in the pot anyway, so I've got some time to show you to your room," Meinhard began to walk towards the door out of the kitchen.
 Ren wanted to retort again if only to save face, but his tired body evolved into a tired body and mind as he lost the will to argue further.
 "I appre~ciate it," Ren thanked the boy with a yawn.
 It was a terrible situation, being abducted and sold to a, in the nicest way to put it, perverted noble in a fantasy world--although that part wasn't much of a negative for him, If there was one thing though that he found comforting in this situation, it was the beautiful mansion he was now set to live in.
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 Frail, ignorant, and afraid—yet he wants everything; this is the story of a young man and his rise from the bottom of the barrel to the heights that try to slip through his fingers.
 This is not the tale of a hero blessed by the gods, loved by the world, or praised by the people. This is the story of a man faced with hardship, abandoned by the world, and forced to continue pushing onward, despite whatever flaws and obstacles may come his way.
 Secluded to his home by his own choice, Ren Nakamura, NEET extraordinaire, exists only by his own pleasure and displeasure, with little to his name and a personality flawed beyond compare, living in his own bedroom in his parent's house, sticking himself to his PC from dusk till dawn. That is until Ren visits the local shop to purchase a new video game, suddenly finding himself transported into another world.
 Using his wisdom as a shut-in, Ren quickly deducts what had happened: somehow, someway, he had found himself into an "isekai journey", with him as the main character. Ignited by aspirations once again, Ren becomes over-thrilled with the prospect of the magical powers that will be granted to him, only to find out this world doesn't operate in his favor–quite the opposite.
 Unforgiving, unwelcoming, unrelenting–this is the world Ren must traverse, contrary to the gentle other-world fantasy he had hoped for.
 Otherworlders are hunted down by powerful, brutal mages known as “Argonauts”—the very nemesis of any hailing from Earth.
 Will Ren be able to persevere through these hardships without losing who he is?
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 “What are you looking for?” 
 “What I am after is transcendence! Whether it is a miracle or a miracle, no matter what is unstoppable to me, I will transcend all of this and reach the highest throne of heaven!” 
 An ordinary otaku in the city was killed for inexplicable reasons. 
 A piece of jade with supreme power brought him to the beginning of all things, where he gained the foundation of power and understood the real existence of Gensokyo, which he rushed to when he was an otaku. 
 The twenty-seventh ancestor of the dead disciples, the magician is just a stepping stone to my success! 
 The black and white princess, the two rituals, and the many girls in Gensokyo are the targets of my strategy…
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 As the mad researcher in a tattered white coat activated the self-destruction device, Qin Luo knew that this time, there was no escape.
 He was well aware of the destructive power of the self-destruction device. 
 Even if he is genetically inborn with an independent space, it is impossible to use the power of his space to resolve against such a terrible explosion.
 His only end would be a torn space and the crushed bones.
 On an unrecognizable earth rampant with zombies and mutant creatures, this end is good.
 Death is far better than living…
 With a skull splitting headache he opened his eyes to find himself reborn in the year before the apocalypse happened.
 Is this a joke!!! 
 Is this a chance for him to be prepared to combat the apocalypse? 
 Is God not satisfied with all the bitterness he had went through and would enjoy watching him suffer once more?
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 “Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal bloody shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness!
 No matter how weak each spark is, how short-lived, how small… As long as the sparks flow unabated, then one day one of those sparks will light some tinder, and that tinder shall light some fallen branches, and those branches shall set ablaze each and every last tree of the forest!
 In the end, even the smallest sparks will eventually set the shadowy forest ablaze, and illuminate the whole world!”
 In a world teeming with cultivators, Li Yao, who makes his living collecting scrap metal, encounters the soul of a titan powerhouse from forty thousand years in the past.
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 She, Xue Fanxin, a famous medical genius in the 21st century, had transmigrated into the body of the dumb daughter of the Grand Duke.
 As her ugliness faded away, her stunning beauty, her dazzling radiance, shocked the world like a rising phoenix.
 He was Ye Jiushang, the mysterious and unfathomable Ninth Imperial Uncle. He was cold, domineering, and two-faced. On a certain day, he discovered an interesting little thing out of boredom. From then on, he began his endless pursuit of his wife.
 This was the alliance of the strong. In this world where the strong preyed on the weak and the strong fought for power, she swore that she would never be moved easily. However, she did not expect him to strike hard and fast into her heart time and time again, along with her body.
 “Why did you choose me? Can’t those beautiful and obedient girls satisfy you?” she demanded, pointing her sword at him.
 “That’s right. They can’t fill my lonely heart. Meanwhile, as long as I’m with you, I can overturn the world!”
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 Shi Qing’s task was to be a protector.
 It was only after transmigrating to various worlds and eagerly counterattacking the villains there that he realized he was the biggest villain out of everyone.
 – A King that liked to conquer other worlds
 – A Film Emperor that had a malicious personality
 – A Blackened Young Master with deviant intentions
 – A Schoolyard Bully that was overbearing to others
 Afterwards the gong that initially despised Shi Qing discovered:
 – The Machine King that seemed like an invader was really a million-year-old baby
 – The Film Emperor that seemed malicious was secretly helping upcoming actors
 – The Young Master that seemed to harbor deviant intentions was a pure-hearted young boy
 – The Schoolyard Bully that seemed overbearing was secretly in love
 In the end….
 The entire world: He’s such a good person!
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 Gu Lu was a Paleontologist. He was very glad to reborn as a small dinosaur.
 But the terrible thing was that he turned into a Triceratops cub inside a nest of Tyrannosaurus Rex.
 Tyrannosaurus Rex was the strongest carnivore known in the history of the Earth, also called the “Imperial Species”.
 Triceratops was an herbivorous dinosaur and the staple food of Tyrannosaurus Rex.
 But fortunately, he had a very doting Tyrannosaurus Rex “Dad” called Mungo, who named him Gulu.
 Gulu thought that he could only be a salted fish Triceratops holding Tyrannosaurus Rex’s golden thigh in his life.
 Unexpectedly, he helped the Triceratopses escape a big glacier, Pterosaurs flying away from the volcanic sea, and the Sea King Gliodon fleeing from the super storm…
 He became the “King of Dinosaurs” when he was not careful and was honored as “King Gulu” by the dinosaurs.
 Gulu: Dad, this name you gave me is not domineering or cool at all!
 Mungo: Gulu, lovely.
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 [Breaking Invincible Flow] Ye Yunyi crossed over to a scum, and at the same time turned on the infinite ultimate move system. From then on, there has been an evildoer on the mainland who must use shocking and terrifying moves to kill small soldiers. 
 “Ding…Congratulations on your big move [Tianyu], you can kill a million troops in front of you.” 
 “Ding…Congratulations on your great move [The Song of Qiankun Wannian], which can kill the highest realm Heavenly Dao realm expert.” 
 “Ding…Congratulations on your big move [Golden Right Hand], you can make Miss Sister…” 
 “…” 
 Ye Yunyi: “I used to be a good person until…”
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 Roan ran away 20 years ago from his rural village in the aim of becoming a Great General. However, all he got 20 years later was just a handful of money and the lowly position of squad commander of the First Legion’s.
 In the end, he became a cold corpse in the battlefield… but somehow, he came back in the past.
 “Alright. This time, I won’t become a Great General but a Monarch.”
 His previous life’s aim was becoming a Great General, but, he only became a spearman squad commander.
 This time, his life’s aim is becoming the Monarch.
 “Then I guess I’d become at least a General, right?”
 Roan, who remembers 20 years of his future, now starts his unstoppable march.
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 Yu Ze was in a car accident in his original world and ended up being completely paralyzed, the doctors consider him in a vegetative state. While he can still hear what everyone around him is saying, he does not have the ability to respond. So when an AI calling itself System 02 appears in his brain, telling him he can get all functions of his body back, Yu Ze jumps at the chance. System 02 explains to him that he has to pass through several worlds as the cannon fodder who dies early. His mission is to live as these cannon fodders and survive past the original time when they die.
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 A struggling writer, while starting a new book, gets s**ked into a bizarre computer and is transported to a series of strange and fantastical worlds. 
 In these worlds, he must play the role of protagonists from his own novels… His experiences, thoughts, and everything about him are written into novels and published. 
 With a sigh and tears streaming down his face, he laments, ‘If I could choose, I’d rather be a CEO!’
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 Billions of Humans transmigrated to another dimension, each became a Land Ruler at the start and owned a castle. Each Land Ruler would draw a random starting Soldier-type Building, used to arm their castles. Recruit more soldier-types, plunder resources, and dominate the world! Some drew the Sacred Palace of Knights from the start and commanded troops of knights to crush all obstacles in its way, ruling over vast lands. Some drew the Goblin Cave, developed castle trade, and became renowned dirty profiteers. Of course, more people only drew the most unremarkable soldier-types: Goblins, Lizard Man, Skeleton Soldiers…… These people could only kneel before the powerful Land Rulers and serve them as slaves. But Mike was an exception. His starter soldier-type building was, Dragon Nest! Glacial Dragon, Hellfire Dragon, Undead Dragon, Black Dragon…... When one after another dragon egg appeared before Mike, he suddenly felt that…...conquering the World seemed quite manageable?
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 The second round of the game will now begin, with this round adopting the Werewolf Game White Wolf King’s version of the game rules!
 Player No. 5, Shen Mu, your identity today is the “guard”!
 Once the sky darkens, please close your eyes…
 Guard, please open your eyes, who is the player that you wish to guard today?
 Shen Mu: Of course it’s my little cutie No. 10!
 System warning! You cannot choose the same player to guard for two consecutive nights!
 White Wolf King: …blast out this No. 5 affectionate love dog!
 The third year amnesiac uni-student, Shen Mu, was drawn into a surreal game by an unknown force——the Suspended Life Game. Only the winner could return to the real world, and their original life, while the loser will be erased for eternity!
 In the first round of the preliminary game, Shen Mu (indifferently) discovered that he was the only one of the 12 players who had amnesia (crit hitx1), not only did he draw the most troublesome killer role(crit hitx2), but he was also assigned on a team with a mentally confused foolish (little sweetie) teammate and a little girl who was still in elementary school (crit hitx3).
 Yet after the preliminary game, how would the subsequent real “official game” be different, what type of crisis would it conceal?
 Since the past is completely blank, life and death was uncertain for the future, then he must enjoy his current life and battle on!
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