During Allison's trial, she consistently emphasized her role as a good leader. She prevented cross-border wars upon inheriting the earldom, worked diligently while imprisoned, led trends as a singer, pursued truth as a detective, and was dedicated to her duties as a doctor. However, regarding the sacrifices of her territory, the maiming of prisoners, the deadly allure of her songs, and the unauthorized modification of patients' bodies, Allison believed that from a different perspective, these actions could be justified. After all, she was a witch.

The world was plagued by pollution, the old days were awakening, and terror spread throughout the cities. Ordinary humans, beast handlers, sequencers, the church, imperial technology, and kingdom knights could only defend themselves, constantly shrinking their survival space. It was in this context that the healing Allison ventured into the forbidden zone, pioneering her territory, recruiting refugees, and developing her followers, until one day she ascended to a divine position.

On the first day of the Advanced Development School, Tsukasa Onizuka discovered the true nature of this school.

His excellent talent allowed him to frantically acquire points at the best opportunity.

So what if I was assigned to Class D?

It is your fault for not being able to correctly recognize my talents. I want to prove to you that being mediocrity is the most essential sin in this world.

What's it like to form a band? What's it like to be a "normie" (a person who is successful and popular)? Kusano Akira felt he had some authority to answer these questions. Although some unpleasant things always happened after forming the band, he managed to resolve them all without major incidents. For example, a beautiful celebrity was possessed by a strange, earthbound spirit; a flaxen-haired, love-starved girl living in the same building wanted to sabotage the current band and reunite with her old bandmates; a quirky girl in his class had been secretly recording his affairs in a notebook; and the pink-haired, socially awkward girl from the neighboring band plastered her room with inappropriate photos—although his instincts told him something was off, he managed to handle all of those situations satisfactorily. For someone making friends for the first time, Kusano Akira felt he had done a pretty good job. It's just that his friends have been looking at him strangely lately, as if something dangerous might happen at any moment—probably just his imagination. "Aine, what are you doing here? How did you get into my house? What are you doing with that rope? Is it some new game?"—[Male protagonist story, harem]

Lee Ja-sung has transmigrated, transmigrating into the body of Lee Ja-sung in the new world of the Korean Peninsula. In this life, he decides to no longer be a puppet manipulated by others; he will firmly grasp his own destiny in his own hands...

"Two months..." He whispered to himself, his breath instantly shredded by the cold wind. He had been thrown into this familiar yet unfamiliar world a full sixty days later than his "kindred," Klein Moretti. It felt familiar because he had read the thick epic that depicted this world; it felt unfamiliar because when the words transformed into icy reality, and every breath carried the frantic whispers of Beyonder characteristics, the experience was completely different.

⚠️ Warning: What you perceive as "redemption" may actually be a meticulously planned conquest.

Transmigrated into a useless branch of the Gojo family, I became the priest's companion.

Everyone laughed at me, saying I was a pathetic creature with weak magical powers who only knew how to please "Six-Eyed".

They don't know that my real spell is called "Little King".

If the conditions are met, a contract of absolute obedience can be concluded.

Elder? High-ranking figure in the world of sorcery? Top-tier curse master?

They are merely pawns waiting to be played beneath my crown.

I carefully nurtured that divine child who was the focus of everyone's attention.

She provided him with everything, indulged all his whims, and became his only support.

Seeing him lower his guard against me, and even... take the initiative to put the ring that binds us on my finger.

He thought I was his most loyal haven.

Little did he know, I had already placed the crown of absolute dominance atop his head.

Until that day, his "closest friend" Xia Youjie broke down in the rain, casting a desperate glance at me:

"You schemed against him, and you schemed against me... Who will be next?"

And Gojo Satoru, who had just learned everything, locked his gaze on me with his heavenly eyes, his voice hoarse:

"Lian, tell me... what you gave me, was it true love, or just another contract?"

#Dual Powerful Mind Control#Dark Companion VS Strongest Divine Child#I am both the player and the chess piece#

#When he personally places the ring on your finger,#you have crowned him king#

"Don't be afraid, Wu. Even if the whole world is against you..."

"—I have long since grasped the world in the palm of my hand."

(No heroine, no system, not a fast-paced, cool story, growth-oriented)

Travel through a strange world where the weird cannot be killed, and only the weird can fight against the weird! ?

Ji Yue suddenly discovered that he could travel back and forth between the strange world and the world of immortal cultivation!

Immortal Cultivator: How is this possible? What kind of magic is this!?

Ghost Rider: What ghost are you riding?!

What kind of sparks will be created between a boy who can reincarnate endlessly and a fun system? What kind of story will develop?

The single heroine Asuka, fragrant as a high. (I am happy to write what I want to see, readers who don’t like it please be gentle with your criticism, there are original works and fan works, well, that’s it)

A familiar figure quietly departs, casting a lingering shadow in my heart. The clock, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, ticks with a frightening cadence in the silence... Was the passionate emotion we felt upon our first encounter genuine or false? This absurd drama, unannounced, churns beneath the curtain... The snickering audience in the stands... Like a puppet on its strings, helpless... Who is the true puppet master?