Who is holding the piece?

Is this a dream...

Falin opened his eyes. This was like a dream, but not a dream. He could not feel the collision or the temperature. This place was very mysterious.

A firefly, a sofa, a fireplace, a small room, a red carpet, a spirit, a door...

Farin left the sofa. He had never been to this place before. Where was this? Occasionally, there was a clicking sound outside the door, not like footsteps, but more like pieces falling on a chessboard.

Falin looked at the decoration of the room. It was small and dark, but warm. The stove contributed a flickering light to the room. Not far from the sofa was a dark red desk and an old wooden chair. There was a small window, and the moonlight was faintly shining through the window.

At some point, the sound of chess pieces dropping outside stopped, and Farin nervously glanced at the door. After a moment, there was indeed no sound outside. Farin shifted his gaze elsewhere. The fireflies seemed to have frozen, suspended in the air, and the occasional flicker of fire in the stove had also stopped... It was as if time had stood still...

Only Farin was able to move. Farin pushed open the door and saw a large hall outside. In the center of the hall was a long table... There were many mist-like figures sitting beside the table.

He looked around and saw many doors on the wall. But he gradually realized something was wrong. The wall couldn't hold so many doors, yet there were so many doors. Blood was flowing from under some of the doors, and some were broken. Falin saw a sofa inside, and a woman was lying on the sofa. Her throat was cut, and she was lying there quietly. Behind each door was the same...

[Updates every night at 6 PM. Please let me know if you need to take a break. This is a Conan fanfic, a self-inflicted story about a young child, the synopsis is tentative.] I have two childhood friends, one named Matsuda Jinpei, and the other named Hagiwara Kenji. My mom always says the three of us are as close as if we're wearing the same pair of pants—I looked down at my nice blue overalls and said that even if it's Matsuda and Hagiwara, they can't let me share these pants. My mom looked at me in shock, and I looked at her in confusion. Matsuda and Hagiwara came to play with me, and my mom waved us away, saying she was a little tired. I didn't understand why my mom had that expression, and Hagiwara told me it was probably because of our past few...

The band disbanded, and he returned to his hometown of Kobe from Tokyo and decided to inherit the family business - the seaside coffee shop "Fanxing".

But when he opened the door, he found a new heir inside the store.

"I will never give up my position as heir to a willful person who abandons his responsibilities and runs away!"

The cold girl who confronted him after he left the cafe, the high school girl who stayed at the cafe, the frustrated manga rookie who lived there, and the mysterious girl who met him during the rainy season.

And...his keyboardist ex-girlfriend Shigeme, who chased him from Tokyo to Kobe after they broke up.

A daily love story that begins with inheriting a coffee shop.

[Pokémon + Pokémon + Dual Protagonists + School + Horizon + Dual Female Protagonists + Single Female Protagonist Riko + Original Pokémon Region (Not Too Many Bugs)]

After Ash won the Grand Masters Championship, a new region, the Padilla region, opened simultaneously. What kind of adventures will the people from the new region, the Phantomhive region, encounter?

[First, it will be entirely original, then it will be based on Horizon. As for the female lead, each will have a single female lead, and Yu Tian will create her own.]

Because the author cheated in the game, tragedy struck... He was transported into the game to fight against enemies with wits and courage, while gradually growing stronger and becoming an indispensable partner to his teammates.

The card game Shadowverse is often described by players as akin to being imprisoned, with the terrifying rumor that playing it brings misfortune. The transmigrator, having achieved dimensional transcendence, is well aware of this. But why imprison herself in the new world? Sensing all the messages brought to her by the cheat system called Shadowverse, a thought suddenly occurred to her: Playing Shadowverse really does bring all sorts of misfortune! *Ahem*, this is Sera. Let me briefly introduce my friend. A colossal mud golem called Mr. Orange, whose imposing (obese) body can withstand any external attack. The elven idiot named Arisa is always a bit silly in her daily life, but when it matters, she's just as reliable as Lisa and Kokkoro... As for her mechanical best friends like Loramia and Annel... unfortunately, I can't mass-produce life forms... "Sirin, how are you feeling?" "I'm fine. I hope these days can continue forever." PS: This book is initially a Shadowverse fanfic, and later a Honkai Impact fanfic. The Honkai Impact storyline is in the later stages. PS: Not much card game content! PS: Readers who are not Shadowverse players should read the reading instructions first.

What? You don't even know the Drifter? It's over. I'm supposed to have a God's perspective, but suddenly it seems like I've got the wrong script! But it doesn't matter. Let me be the Drifter. I'm the Emperor of Jinzhou!

"Flesh and blood are weak, steel is eternal." "The mind is stronger than matter, transcending the ordinary into sainthood." A battle over the concepts of 'body and soul' ultimately destroyed the world, and the souls of the survivors were reborn when everything was about to begin. It was a dark age when giant corporations monopolized everything... "Qi is stored in the Dantian, Qi is stored in the Dantian. To cultivate Qi, you must first create a Dantian. What? You don't know how? Do you know what a fusion furnace is? That's what it is!" "The spirit gathering array must be connected to a high voltage of 100,000 volts! Otherwise, how can there be energy!?" "Your flying sword is made of jade and wood!? It should be titanium alloy, idiot!"

[Mainly a curse chapter + slightly all-in-one + crossover with some other comics, but I haven't read them so it doesn't matter much + the female lead is a native]

Easy version

Killing someone is easy, but making someone die a painful death is a bit difficult. After all, one still needs to think. Looking at the gruesome deaths of the people, Chen Xiaoyu, feeling a surge of satisfaction from revenge, looked up and met the eyes of a certain boy who was her white moonlight.

OMG, this scene is like stepping in dog poop. Can the world be destroyed first?

After accepting the invitation of her beloved mentor, a yakuza girl, she entered a vocational college and met a group of friends. Her heart was touched, and a happy life was about to begin. However, after witnessing a series of bizarre operations in the world of sorcery, the icy girl, who thought she had a "good" temper, finally couldn't help but explode.

This world of sorcery...

Deep Version

The girl, clutching a dirty fox doll, walked through the ruins of the world, enveloped by a dark and twisted malice.

It doesn't matter anymore, let it all be destroyed, none of this has anything to do with her.

Vibrant lives wither, and dark buildings collapse.

In the ruins, she saw a blurry face laughing wildly, which looked just like a beautiful rose.

"Rose" saw her too, and the moment "she" turned around, the girl's gaze froze, and time seemed to stand still.

It was a face exactly like hers.

At that moment, "she" reached out her hand to her and lazily greeted her.

"Hello, my other self. Do you need my help?"

As their fingertips touched, the pitch-black world began to collapse. In the moment their souls merged, the girl saw a new "self" being reborn in the blood.

Take my advice, don't click on this book, it's absolutely terrible.

My writing isn't very good; I'm using this as practice. It's based on an alternate universe, and I wrote this entirely because I like Qingque and Fu Xuan, even though I don't actually have a Fu Xuan. I write out of interest, so updates might be infrequent. Please forgive any inconvenience.