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 —Jack froze—
 The unsurmountable enemies from his memory were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there were two poor blokes. They were somewhat muscular, but it was nowhere near steel. Their black clothes showed signs of wear and traces of dirt.
 They seemed so unguarded at that instant, both nonchalantly sitting. They didn't wear any gloves, leaving fingerprints all over the place. They didn't have any weapons, apparently only relying on their fists for the job.
 The worst was probably the guy lazily playing a game on his phone, letting the intimidation job to his partner. These guys were no killers, heck they probably didn't know how to fight! If they were this sloppy, there was no way their boss could be that great either.
 Jack felt silly. Memories were often subjective, but only now did he realize the extent. He even began lowly chuckling in relief until this laughter turned into a full-blown giggle.
 The man on his phone raised his eyes upward, sneering. "What's wrong with him? Is he retarded or something?!"
 The old man was at a loss, for he knew full well how brilliant his adoptive son was. He didn't know what he was up to, but he tried playing along: "Something like that…." He sighed heavily.
 "Talk about a dumbass! I bet he doesn't even realize what's going on right now!" The cellphone mob ridiculed Jack once more.
 They then all ignored the "retard". Jack shook his head at how garbage they were until he reached his destination, the kitchen sink.
 —Acquired a kitchen knife!—
 The rest was the fun part. Jack confidently walked in, approached Bad guy B that was playing Flappy Ducks, and plunged his knife deeply into each legs in succession. The man's face changed as he felt the endless pain. But, it was so sudden that he froze for a wonderful instant.
 Then came the screams, screams worthy of a calf being slaughtered. Blood began pissing out: all over the man, the chair, and the floor. It was a sight to behold for sure!— Not that Jack was looking.
 Bad guy A heard his colleague bawling in agony and turned his head. He was then nicely greeted with the sharp, shiny tip of a bloodstained knife. His eyes bulged as he wanted to recoil in fright, but a steady hand held his head in place.
 Jack turned toward the screaming dumbass, threw him a few towels, and warned him: "If you don't shut up, I'll open a few holes in your neck too. Now, put some pressure on the wound, and don't disturb us." That rendered him silent.
 Jack then turned to the guy he was still holding.
 "Now, why don't we have a friendly little chat, just you and me? What do you say? " Jack grinned as he spoke gently, without a trace of anger.
 "P-please! D-don't k-kill me! I-I h-have a wife —" He stammered, panicking.
 "A wife and kids? Great! They're not 'widow and orphans' just yet. How lucky!"
 The old man interrupted: "Jack, I really owe them money! They aren't bandits. It's thanks to them that I…." But Jack had gestured him to shut up.
 Their true intentions didn't matter, not to him. What mattered was the result. The old man had died because of their intimidation in the past…or was it the future?
 The terrified man began begging once more.
 "P-please! I'm just—"
 "Just here to destroy my family. Yes, I understand that. Now, why don't you do a little something for me?" Jack didn't show any sympathy.
 "A-anything! I'll do anything!" He cried out hurriedly.
 "I like your enthusiasm. Why don't you tell me a little more about that boss of yours?"
 "Y-yes, He's called Darius and…." Bad guy A spilled it all.
 The more he talked, and the more at ease Jack felt. The big scary boss of his memories turned out to be a third-rate tyrant with a fourth-rate crew. Hell, he was even posing as a Roombot seller by day, the tiny robots that cleaned one's house.
 "Now, why don't you reach into your pocket and call your boss?" Jack ordered calmly.
 "Y-yes!"
 Ring-Ring-Ring!
 "So, how did it go? Did that stingy guy pay? It's already been two years. I really can't afford to wait anymore! So?" An impatient voice resounded.
 "B-boss, we fucked up. W-we fucked up big time!" The goon's voice oozed with horror.
 "What do you mean?!" Darius asked anxiously.
 Jack picked up the phone with a convivial tone, one that didn't fit a tense situation at all.
 "Darius, Darius, Darius. Why do you sound so worried? It's not like they're dead…Not yet anyway."
 "W-who are you?! W-what happened to my men?" There was apparent fear in his tone.
 "I heard you sell cleaning robots. Talk about a great coincidence! There is so much blood here! Your guy really made a mess. Ah, will one be enough?" Jack seemed to be describing a mundane problem.
 "W-who are you?! W-what are you talking about?!" He felt extremely uncomfortable.
 "Now, tell me, Darius. Do you believe in repaying one's debt?" Jack kept the friendly conversational tone.
 "W-what?!"
 "Do you believe in repaying one's debt! As a loan shark, you probably do. Am I right?"
 "Y-yes, of course."
 "Great. First of all, let's talk about your debt. You've sent two of your men to disrupt my peaceful life: one did a boring presentation while the other kicked my front door and bled all over the place. Are you in agreement that as their boss you have to take responsibility for this?"
 "There's no way that!—" Darius protested.
 Jack addressed the two thugs, making sure their boss overheard the conversation:
 "Bad news, guys. Your boss says he's not responsible for you anymore. Guess you'll die." He shrugged.
 "Please no!" Goon A begged.
 "We're sorry. Please let us go!" Goon B followed suit.
 "Wait! Wait! Let them go!" Darius shouted through the phone.
 "Oh, you changed your mind? Great! I'll send you an account number. Just send 2000 Credits as compensation. Oh, and a Roombot!"
 "Fine!" Darius was loudly grinding his teeth.
 Ding-Ding, as soon as Jack confirmed the reception of the payment, he smiled.
 "Great. Now, this is settled. You said something about the old man's debt, right? You're going to draft us a contract for a debt transfer, that is if you ever want to get paid. Let's meet later to finalize the small details." Jack proposed.
 "Fine. But, who are you?!" Darius asked, sighing.
 "Someone who you would rather have as a friend." Jack confidently replied.
 "No, seriously. Who are you? I need a name for the debt transfer…."
 There was a short awkward moment of silence.
 "….Jack, Jack O'Neil."
 ****
 Jack happily waved the thugs away. They wanted nothing more than to leave and kept checking behind them in fear that he would change his mind.
 The old man slowly approached: "What the heck was that?!"
 "You know, just taking care of a problem. Oh right, before I forget." Jack headed toward a specific drawer in the kitchen. Under it, there was a hidden envelope that he instantly opened.
 "Wait, that's important! It's—" The old man cried out.
 "Your life insurance policy, right? It's the one that expires tomorrow night: The one that pays enough credits to solve your debt, for Lilly to attend University and to keep her mom alive a little longer, right?"
 "H-how did you know?!" The old man asked, astounded. He had done everything he could to keep it a secret.
 "It doesn't matter." Jack took out a lighter and set it ablaze.
 "Stop! What are you doing?!"
 "Making sure you don't die, old man. Don't worry. Money won't be a problem from now on. Promise me that you won't do anything stupid: Lilly needs you, and so do I." Jack stared at him meaningfully.
 "Fine, I promise. But how do you plan on…?" The old man showed worry.
 "Pro-gaming. You've seen how I've handled the guys before? It's all from VR fighting training. Look, you can't tell anyone, but some eccentric rich guy has recruited me to join his guild in Infinite."
 "VR? Infinite? Don't try to fool me! When was the last time you even had time to play games?! Why would someone recruit you out of the blue?!"
 "Old man, Infinite isn't any regular game. Some tests can determine how well one can control a virtual avatar. I just happened to pass one with flying colors. These tests are still super secretive, but I'm sure it will be all over the news in a few months."
 "I understand…"
 The old man said, but he didn't understand — at all. Still, he felt Jack's confidence. This whole thing felt exceptionally far stretched, but so was the youngster going all Pro-Assassin mode on the debt collectors. He even had gotten money from them! How?!
 "Goodnight, old man. Tomorrow will be a great day: I can feel it! Infinite is launching, I'll officially become a pro-gamer, and you'll be alive to see it." Jack happily said.
 Jack still had no idea how he had come back in time, but he wouldn't miss this opportunity. No matter if this was real or the afterlife, he would clear all the regrets from his past life.
 This time he would live.
 This life would be a good one.
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 [Creating Pumpkinmancer Class: Confirm?]
 Pro VR Gamer Jack O’Neil died as tragically as he lived: betrayed, then eaten by ducks! Luckily, fate gave him a second chance when he found himself coming back to the past.
 Watch as he makes his return as a Ranker, even stronger than before! This time he aims to become number one and clear all regrets from his previous life. He will right all wrongs and wrong all rights! — Eh…what?!
 To all the Players and NPCs of the gaming world of ‘INFINITE’:
 F … ⎧ᴿᴵᴾ⎫
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 Welcome to Rise of The PP: Pumpkins &amp; Chaos
 It’s huge! That’s what she said as she saw the massive…undead army!
 This is a tale of a beautiful friendship between a kind young man and his many peculiar undead summons. So what if a few in-game realms end up being destroyed? *Shrug*
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 ——Attention may Contain——
 - Amazing PP (Peerless Pumpkinmancer)
 - Badass MC (Shows people his PP Class)
 - Awesome Gaming world (INFINITE!!!)
 - Bullied NPCs (PP hard to handle)
 - NPC Waifus (2D becoming 3D!)
 - Magic (PP Magic is best magic)
 - Multiverse (PP across worlds!)
 - 100% sane friends (Officially)
 - Guild Wars (PP VS guilds!)
 - Scorned beauties (No BS!)
 - Taming (Cool travel pets!)
 - Secrets (PP finding stuff!)
 - Pumpkins (Spooky!)
 - R18 tag (?!?)
 - Much more!
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 Veteran programmer Li Mu was unfortunately kicked by fate into the year 2001, right before university entrance examinations. He happily shook his butt, got up, and inevitably stepped onto the road of being spectacular.
 As a person re-living his life Li Mu had his own goals and ambitions. Earning money was just the primary stage of becoming amazing.
 As for getting into the weekly publication of Times Magazine, becoming a master in the IT industry, and aiming for being on the Forbes Magazine list, they could all only be considered as his life’s instermediate stage.
 As for what he considered the highest realm of being a phenomenal, Li Mu felt like there were the following three points:
 • Becoming a rich man’s idol.
 • Becoming a celebrity’s godfather.
 • Becoming an extraordinary person’s father.
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 The handsome, skilled newbie livestreamer, Ji Zhiyao, has a dream.
 "One day, I want to become the most famous crosstalk actor amongst the livestreamers."
 Later on, this dream is forgotten by him and secretly becomes another.
 "I want to overthrow Fi-god! I want to become Mix's new team dictator!"
 The rich and aloof idol of the eSports scene, Mo Huaifeng, also has a dream.
 "Two years later, Mix will definitely make it into the International League."
 Soon after, subtle changes happens to this dream.
 "I want to make it into the International League with Ji Zhiyao and after winning, I will f**k him on livestream."
 Livestreamer to eSports pro, Captain to boyfriend, will their dreams come true?
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 Zheng Tan somehow returns to the year 2003, turning into a black cat. Picked up from a rubbish heap by the Jiao family, he is given the name “Charcoal”, and so begins the life inside Professor Jiao’s family. Zheng Tan remembers that he was once a person, but currently his body is that of a cat. He has no way of speaking the human language, but can understand it, and even retains the thinking and IQ of a young 20 year old youth. Read along as he adapts to this new world, and somehow tumbles from a group brawl to catching a thief.
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 Yeya is a little sprout of the Plant Clan, who has just turned 100 years old. To save her family, Yeya transmigrates into a novel.
 The original owner of the body was a vicious villainess; the system asked Yeya to fulfill the task in place of the dead villainess.
 She needs to be vicious and mercilessly suppress the protagonist at every turn. To do that, she needs to snatch away all his resources. And when the male lead is at his most vulnerable, she needs to hit him with a fatal blow.
 Yeya nodded her head, indicating that she understood the task. However——
 “Uncle, what does it mean to be vicious and merciless?”
 “…” The system was extremely depressed and frustrated as he stared at the three and a half years old villainess.
 ***
 Yeya earnestly acted her villainess role according to the mission. However, the result was always contrary to the system’s expectations. As a result, the progress of the taskbar lengthened in reverse. The system eventually collapsed in despair, “Little one, what breed of plants are you? I’ve worked with your mother before. Your mother is a corpse flower*. She’s super malicious!”
 Isn’t genetics supposed to be strong?
 Yeya, who is playing in the mud, has a soft and tender voice, “My father is a four-leaf clover, so I am a four-leaf clover as well~”
 The system, “…” Wow, like father like daughter!
 T/N: * A carnivorous plant that mainly eats insects. It earned its name ‘the Corpse Flower’ because it smells like rotten flesh when it blooms. It’s also literally translated to ‘man-eating flower’.
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 Xie Xi was someone with luck off the charts! The advantage was that any game could be easily cleared. The disadvantage was that all games were boring! Then one day, the words ‘Game loading’ appeared in front of his eyes and he began to clear real games!
 The emperor of luck ran into a bottleneck in the first game.
 Game Name: Love to the Left or Right
 The vampire prince has invited you to a meal. Will you go?
 Xie Xi: I won’t go.
 Arrow through the heart. The vampire prince says you can’t leave him and takes your life.
 After loading the file, Xie Xi changed the option: I will go.
 The housekeeper has cut off your head because of love and hatred.
 Xie Xi: ???
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 Jiang Yu was a small mermaid who couldn’t sing. He had always felt inferior because of this. Not until he came to shore to find the father of his baby did he discovered that his talent turned out to be acting. Since then, he had trampled on the scum man, going on the acting road all the way, and progressing triumphantly.
 Qin Shen: ??? You ran away after sleeping with me, and you still call me a scum man?
 The not yet met Jiang Yu: Oh, it’s a small star who wants to hug my thighs.
 The after contact Jiang Yu: Really fragrant.
 Qin Shen found that things around him often disappeared, at first it was handkerchiefs, then ties, and then his shirt. And every time he lost something, there will be more pearls around him. One day, he caught all the things he had lost in that room, and he saw a little thief in his pajamas.
 The little thief Jiang Yu is not happy, pointing at the jar of pearls, I am not a thief, I have money for you.
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 “I, Anna Ribora Lawrence, the lucky one who has been reborn, the peep at the seam of fate, determined to live well in this fresh world! I strive to be- an ordinary melon eater who follows the great Most people’s footsteps hide in dark corners, watching the vicissitudes of the world indifferently…”
 “Dear Anna, I’m sorry to disturb your diary, but it’s time to eat!”
 “Okay mom, come right away!”
 At this moment, an owl hurried past and threw a letter of credit.
 “Crack”, the letter hit the glass window, attracting Anna’s attention…
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 “Harry Potter” fan art, this article is long and slow.
 Newbie writing! I hope you will give more points!
 The heroine is the same age as the Weasley twins, cp Fred Weasley, no official match.
 Also, the story begins half a year before the female protagonist enters school. I talk a lot and like to describe it. Please watch out for lightning protection.
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 This novel is also known as My Hidden Wife is Sweet 
 In her past life Gu Wei Wei’s heart was dug out by the man she loved, and transplanted into her best friend’s body. However, after rebirth she become Hua country’s number one conglomerate, Fu Han Zheng’s little girlfriend. She is being careful trying to take revenge against the people that hurt her. He protects her everywhere, pamper her to the extreme. Everyone said that Fu Han Zheng is cold and without emotion. That perfect husband that everyday tease her until she blushes and her heart beat, pamper her regardless anything, is it a fake husband? 
 “Sir, there are rumors between madam and the current popular male actor, CP ¹ was already formed.” 
 “Kill that male actor ! ” 
 “That’s your brother.” 
 “…..Then just beat him to death.” 
 CP: is the internet slang to describe couples in movies or TVs or real life couple. Normally it’s a fans made couple of two actors that they wish could be together in real life.
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 If it was me, I wouldn’t date a professional gamer. If I had that kind of patience, then I might as well use it to get into Tsinghua University or Beijing University.
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 In the humid heat of July, students within the crowded classroom couldn’t breathe properly under the tremendous pressure of the intensive exams. 
 Guo Jingyu’s forehead was damp with sweat. 
 He saw the figure seated in front of him as soon as he glanced up. His back was as straight as it had always been, his white shirt school uniform had a mild soap scent, and his hair was neatly parted. He was accompanied by the steady rustle of a pen. 
 Guo Jingyu laughed, as if he’d been freed of a huge burden, and gently nudged the person in front of him twice with a pen, saying in a hushed whisper, “Li Tongzhou?” The teen in front of him halted and didn’t say anything, but he extended his hand behind him and handed him something. 
 Guo Jingyu was lying motionless on his desk. With his fingers, he poked Li Tongzhou’s palm, which the other gently gripped. 
 In our youth’s fiery love, you’ve always been the only one.
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 What should I do if I cross to another world and become an NPC? 
 This idea has been deeply rooted and sprouted in William’s mind! 
 Therefore, he decided: 
 I want to be the strongest NPC in history. 
 Wear the thickest armour and give the most vicious beatings! 
 Who says an NPC will be killed by players? 
 Who says an NPC upgrades more slowly than players? 
 Who says an NPC must explode equipment, I can explode in more ways… Bah humph. 
 Anyway, it’s impossible for me to die. Just take a look at all you trash players. Your father will stand here and let you chop for an hour without a frown!
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 What is the most important thing about rebirth before the apocalypse? Grain storage? No, it’s trying to find the most important person in the past life! Reject the so-called relatives who have evil intentions!
 The abilities of the previous life have followed, and their golden fingers have suddenly become very big.
 Mutant plants, farming space, enough to feed himself and that man!
 Su Ruizhe took out a handful of cherries and chili peppers with a simple smile: “Honey, these ingredients, oh no landmines, you take them and throw them out when you meet a zombie! But don’t eat it!”
 Zhan Yun: “…”
 Wife is good at everything, but just a little silly…
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