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 A frail-looking young man with pale skin and dark circles under his eyes was sitting on a rusty bench across from the police station. He was cradling a cup of coffee in his hands — not the cheap synthetic type slum rats like him had access to, but the real deal. This cup of plant-based coffee, usually available only to higher rank citizens, had cost most of his savings. But on this particular day, Sunny decided to pamper himself.
 After all, his life was coming to an end.
 Enjoying the warmth of the luxurious drink, he raised the cup and savored the aroma. Then, tentatively, he took a small sip… and immediately grimaced.
 "Ah! So bitter!"
 Giving the cup of coffee an intense look, Sunny sighed and forced himself to drink some more. Bitter or not, he was determined to get his money's worth — taste buds be damned.
 "I should have bought a piece of real meat instead. Who knew actual coffee is so disgusting? Well. It's going to keep me awake, at least."
 He stared into the distance, dozing off, and then slapped himself in the face to wake up.
 "Tsk. What a rip-off."
 Shaking his head and cursing, Sunny finished the coffee and stood up. Rich people living in this part of the city were rushing past the small park on their way to work, staring at him with strange expressions. Looking haggard in his cheap clothes and from the lack of sleep, unhealthily thin and pale, Sunny was indeed out of his place here. Also, everyone seemed so tall. Watching them with a bit of envy, he tossed the cup into a garbage bin.
 "I guess that's what three full meals a day would do to you."
 The cup missed the bin by a wide margin and fell on the ground. Sunny rolled his eyes in exasperation, walked over and picked it up before carefully putting it in the trash. Then, with a slight grin, he crossed the street and entered the police station.
 Inside, a tired-looking officer gave him a quick glance and frowned with obvious distaste.
 "Are you lost, boy?"
 Sunny looked around with curiosity, noting reinforced armor plates on the walls and poorly hidden turret nests in the ceiling. The officer, too, looked scruffy and mean. At least police stations remained the same wherever you go.
 "Hey! I'm talking to you!"
 Sunny cleared his throat.
 "Uh, no."
 Then he scratched the back of his head and added:
 "As demanded by the Third Special Directive, I am here to surrender myself as a carrier of the Nightmare Spell."
 The officer's expression instantly changed from irritated to wary. He looked the young man over once again, this time with piercing intensity.
 "Are you sure you are infected? When did you start showing symptoms?"
 Sunny shrugged.
 "A week ago?"
 The officer became visibly paler.
 "Shit."
 Then, with a hurried motion, he pressed a button on his terminal and bellowed:
 "Attention! Code Black in the lobby! I repeat! CODE BLACK!"
 ***
 The Nightmare Spell first appeared in the world a few decades ago. Back then, the planet was just starting to recover from a series of devastating natural disasters and subsequent resource wars.
 At first, the emergence of a new disease that caused millions of people to complain about constant fatigue and sleepiness did not attract a lot of attention. But when they started to fall into an unnatural slumber, with no sign of waking up even days later, governments finally panicked. Of course, by then it was already too late — not that an early response could have made any difference.
 When the infected started dying in their sleep, their dead bodies turning into monsters, no one was ready. Nightmare Creatures quickly overwhelmed national militaries, plunging the world into complete chaos.
 No one knew what the Spell was, what powers it possessed, and how to fight it.
 In the end, it was the Awakened — those who survived the first trials of the Spell and came back alive — who put a stop to its rampage. Armed with miraculous abilities earned in their Nightmares, they restored peace and created a semblance of a new order.
 Of course, it was only the first of the catastrophes brought upon by the Spell. But as far as Sunny was concerned, none of it had anything to do with him — not until a few days ago, that is, when he first started having trouble with staying awake.
 For an average person, being chosen by the Spell was as much of a risk as an opportunity. Kids learned survival skills and fighting techniques in school, on the off chance of being infected. Well-to-do families hired private tutors to train their children in all sorts of martial arts. Those from the Awakened clans even had access to powerful legacies, wielding inherited Memories and Echoes in their first visit to the Dream Realm.
 The richer your family was, the better your chances of surviving and becoming an Awakened were.
 But for Sunny, who had no family to speak of and spent most of his time scrounging for food instead of going to school, being chosen by the Spell presented no opportunity at all. To him, it was basically a death sentence.
 ***
 A few minutes later, Sunny was yawning while several policemen were busy putting him in restraints. Soon he was fastened into a bulky chair that looked like a weird mix between a hospital bed and a torture device. The room they were in was situated in the basement of the police station, with thick armored walls and a formidable-looking vault door. Other officers were standing near the walls, with automatic rifles in their hands and grim expressions on their faces.
 Sunny did not particularly care about them. The only thing he could think about was how much he wanted to sleep.
 Finally, the vault door opened, and a gray-haired policeman walked in. He had a seasoned face and stern eyes, looking like someone who had seen a lot of terrible things in his life. After checking the restraints, the policeman glanced quickly on his wristwatch and then turned to Sunny:
 "What's your name, kid?"
 Sunny blinked a few times, trying to concentrate, then shifted uncomfortably.
 "Sunless."
 The old policeman raised an eyebrow.
 "Sunless? That's a strange name."
 Sunny tried to shrug, but found himself unable to move.
 "What's so strange about it? At least I have a name. Back in the outskirts, not everyone even gets one."
 After another yawn, he added:
 "It's because I was born during a solar eclipse. My mom had a poetic soul, you see."
 That's why he got this weird-ass name and his little sister was called Rain… back when she still lived with them, at least. Whether it was the result of poetic imagination or simple laziness, he did not know.
 The old policeman grunted.
 "Do you want me to contact your family?"
 Sunny simply shook his head.
 "There's no one. Don't bother."
 For a second, there was a dark look on the policeman's face. Then his expression turned serious.
 "Alright, Sunless. How long can you stay awake?"
 "Uh… not long."
 The policeman sighed.
 "Then we don't have time for the full procedure. Try to resist for as long as you can and listen to me very carefully. Okay?"
 Not waiting for a response, he added:
 "How much do you know about the Nightmare Spell?"
 Sunny gave him a questioning look.
 "As much as anyone, I guess? Who doesn't know about the Spell?"
 "Not the fancy stuff you see in dramas and hear in the propaganda broadcasts. I mean how much do you really know?"
 That was a hard question to answer.
 "Don't I just go into the Dream Realm, kill a few monsters to complete the First Nightmare, receive magic powers and become an Awakened?"
 The old policeman shook his head.
 "Listen carefully. Once you fall asleep, you will be transported inside your First Nightmare. Nightmares are trials created by the Spell. Once inside, you will meet monsters, sure, but you will also meet people. Remember: they are not real. They're just illusions conjured up to test you."
 "How do you know?"
 The policeman just stared at him.
 "I mean, no one understands what the Spell is and how it works, right? So how do you know that they're not real?"
 "You might have to kill them, kid. So do yourself a favor and just think about them as illusions."
 "Oh."
 The old policeman waited for a second, then nodded and continued.
 "A lot of things about the First Nightmare depend on luck. Generally, it shouldn't be overwhelmingly hard. The situation you're in, the tools you have at your disposal and the creatures you have to defeat should be within the range of your abilities, at least. After all, the Spell sets up trials, not executions. You're a bit disadvantaged due to… well… your circumstances. But kids from the outskirts are tough. Don't give up on yourself just yet."
 "Uh-uh."
 Sunny was getting more and more sleepy. It was becoming hard to follow the conversation.
 "About those "magic powers" you mentioned… you will indeed receive them if you survive until the end of the Nightmare. What those powers will be, exactly, depends on your natural affinity as well what you do during the trial. But some of it will be at your disposal right from the start…"
 The voice of the old policeman sounded more and more distant. Sunny's eyelids were so heavy that he was struggling to keep his eyes open.
 "Remember: the first thing you must do once inside the Nightmare is to check your Attributes and your Aspect. If you get a combat-oriented Aspect, something like a Swordsman or an Archer, things will be easier. If it is reinforced by a physical Attribute, then that's even better. Combat Aspects are the most common, so the probability of receiving one is high."
 The armored room was growing dimmer.
 "If you're unlucky and your Aspect has nothing to do with combat, don't despair. Sorcery and utility Aspects are useful in their own ways, you'll just have to be smart about it. There are really no useless Aspects. Well, almost. So just do anything in your power to survive."
 "If you survive, you will be halfway to becoming an Awakened. But if you die, you'll open a gate for a Nightmare Creature to appear in the real world. Which means that my colleagues and I will have to deal with it. So… please don't die, Sunless."
 Already half-asleep, Sunny felt a bit touched by the policeman's words.
 "Or, at least, try to not die right away. The nearest Awakened won't be able to get here for a few hours, so we would really appreciate it if you don't make us fight that thing ourselves…"
 'What?'
 With that last thought, Sunny finally slipped into a deep slumber.
 Everything became black.
 And then, in the darkness, a faintly familiar voice rang:
 [Aspirant! Welcome to the Nightmare Spell. Prepare for your First Trial…]
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 Growing up in poverty, Sunny never expected anything good from life. However, even he did not anticipate being chosen by the Nightmare Spell and becoming one of the Awakened – an elite group of people gifted with supernatural powers. Transported into a ruined magical world, he found himself facing against terrible monsters – and other Awakened – in a deadly battle of survival.
 What's worse, the divine power he received happened to possess a small, but potentially fatal side effect…
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 Three years ago Conquest was released, redefining virtual reality and gaming.
 ‘An entire world on a server. Dive in and play the RPG to end all others; explore, create, conquer. LIVE!’
 It became an overnight phenomena worldwide.
 Dave Ruster grew up without a family to speak of, he had few friends and fewer prospects. He lives in the same small town where he graduated from high school, and works long hours at a low-paying job that barely pays for rent and the food on his table. He can’t afford college, but at least he is not out on the streets.
 His life is going nowhere, stuck on a treadmill.
 Until chance, karma, or providence, call it whatever you believe in, intervenes. Suddenly, David’s circumstances change.
 Injured and unable to work, he’s about to lose what little he has. His fate balances where crisis and opportunity go hand in hand.
 He can risk it all, seizing the opportunity to make circumstances work for him, potentially going further and higher than he ever dreamed. Or he can accept his fate and watch life from the sidelines
 Join Dave as he puts all his aspirations and hopes, all that he is, into the game he always wanted to play, Conquest!
 It will be a journey of adventure and discovery, victory and loss, as he strives to create a new future for himself, in-the-game and In Real Life.
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 Passing through the Great Qin Empire, it became a famous waste in the Yewang Mansion and was humiliated in every possible way. 
 But fortunately, my pubic area is the earth. 
 The spiritual understanding of the earthly people is equivalent to my spiritual understanding. 
 There is one more innate strong in the earth, so I will bless the strength of one inborn strong. 
 There are 1.4 billion people on the earth, and I have developed.
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 Life in parallel time and space is so ignorant, eager to acquire endless knowledge and energy. However, knowledge is full of lies. Energy is the root of time and space destruction. The mages have mastered the mystery of traveling through time and space. We are invincible, turning billions of worlds into dust. You ants will eventually be wiped out. 
 ——Mage Adam.
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 Bryana Jill Darlene, that's her name. Some people like to call her "Bryana" while others call her "Jill".
 She is a young mother aged 24 years and has a son named Calvin Darlene.
 Her failure in building a household ark because her husband is cheated makes Bryana distrustful of the sincerity of a man's love. The rich woman prefers to be busy managing her father's company.
 Her ex-husband, Alex, continues trying to get custody of Calvin. He did not hesitate to try to kidnap and injure Bryana. This led Bryana's brother, Raymond Darlene, to hire two bodyguards to protect his younger siblings and nephews.
 Who knows? The new bodyguard who was in charge of guarding Bryana, named Dean Jackson, successfully caught her attention. A well-built man with a cold and formal attitude made the young mother curious about his life.
 It turns out that Dean is a widower and has a daughter named Sofia. his wife had died in childbirth. This made him very devastated and could not replace his late wife with another woman in his heart.
 Will Bryana be able to take Dean's, lonely heart?
 This story is not just about romance, there are conflicts and actions in it
 Let's read this book
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 In this world, orphans or just anyone without any hope for this world can apply to become a “walking target”. Their sole purpose is to be a practicing dummy for the students of the sect who train to become “Demon Hunters”. These students need “walking targets” to test their training on living, walking beings of flesh and blood. 
 In exchange, they will be provided with food &amp; shelter. 
 Their existence value is lower than a slave, but if they manage to survive a few years they can receive a life long pension.
 Xiao Han is such a “walking target”. One time he witnessed a powerful Demon Hunter disposing a demon. When the demon died, a fragment of the demon that managed to escape entered Xiao Han’s heart. No one saw that, and even Xiao Han himself only felt some discomfort for an instant.
 But that thing in his heart soon gave Xiao Han visions, and the first one is of a cultivation method which allows Xiao Han to absorb damage to enhance his body. A perfect cultivation method for a “walking target”.
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 Yang Qifeng, as the protagonist, had nothing to do in his life and died!
 After returning from rebirth, he found that he was robbed of the chance by the traverser.
 In this age when the main god descends from the heavens and the myth of aura recovery comes back, the rebirth kills the traversers, wanders through the heavens, and stands on the top of the world.
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 That night, when a Kryptonian ship with a baby crashed on Mike Kent’s family farm, and when he decided to adopt that child the golden finger of crossover was thus activated, he understood that his life was about to change. 
 Superman Clark Kent, Professor X Charles Kent, Magneto, Eric Kent.. 
 When he became the father of these men, the strongest family was born! 
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 A part-time job contract. He became the cold CEO’s imitation boyfriend. He merely wanted to earn a few small bucks and live a comfortable life, but a pity, he was in constant turmoil since then. Well, life had something else for him despite his wishes.“That… beauty, will there be an increase in wages for conversion from ‘boyfriend’ to ‘husband’?”
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 Wen Liunian is Cangmang City’s newly appointed prefect.
 The common people banged on their gongs and drums, thinking the lord official will be like before, a big, strong man built like an iron tower, but no one expected it to be a skinny and weak bookworm that walked out of the coach.
 Lord Wen looked around, furrowed his brows and exclaimed, “This place really is poor.”
 The people heard and their hearts shattered all over the ground, we don’t want that either, but on the mountains outside of the city there are bandits.
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 The Bandit’s Strategy is the third book in Yu Xiao Lan Shan’s Jianghu/Strategy series. Each book is standalone, but there are character cameos and mentions that don’t disrupt the flow of the main story of each book.
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 She is a top-class spy, a poison specialist, but also a young and cute girl with a sinister temperament. In spite of her sweet and innocent appearance, she can complete any tasks without the slightest hesitation. One day because of an incomplete black magic, she was sent into the body of a girl who was deemed as a good-for-nothing. What kind of change will she bring to this continent?
 A Prince said with bitter hatred, “I thought she was weak and easily bullied, therefore I broke off the engagement. I really didn’t expect she is such a shrewd girl. I made an error of judgment.”
 The Crown Prince deeply sighed, “She is such a sexy evildoer! Obviously, she has a frail and tender body, but I am not able to overwhelm her…”
 Finally, an Emperor hit the nail on the head, “She is just a bit two-faced!”
 She answered, “You’re just a big pervert!”
 The Emperor carried her into the room and said, “You are predestined to be mine! A two-faced girl and a pervert are a perfect match, right?!”
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 Wei Suo, a low level cultivator from the Spirit Peak City was scammed in a transaction. He ended up purchasing a damaged low level magical treasure. However, this worthless damaged magical treasure had an artifact spirit that already lived for several tens of thousands of years… On top of that, compared to several tens of thousands of years ago, many of the rare and sparse things were abundant now.
 The first thing Wei Suo discovered was that the materials used to make a Fire Talisman that was worth half a Low Quality Spiritual Stone were extremely abundant now.
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 Resurrection of spiritual energy, high martial arts world. A girl who claims to be from the future finds Mo Fan. 
 Mo Fan: “Do you know me in the future? Then I will become famous in the future, the martial arts will be unparalleled, and I will be invincible…
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