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Year 2030, strange phenomenon called Red Cumulus drops an acid rain that created ferocious monster from the stream, the Fluxter. Nature was forced mankind to fight them that appear on every continent of the world. A company named Sovereignty pronounce big plan to save mankind from the rain of Red Cumulus and Fluxter. They created giant shelter called Dorm to take cover from acid rain, and make an army called Herrscher to fight against Fluxter. Cornelio Halozy and the member of Squad 105 start their journey as the Herrscher to defeat Fluxter and save the world. Nature's wrath and human's top army are fighting to reclaim world's authorization.

Klaire was abused by her own family, sold to a billionaire, married to an alpha. ---- He was taken aback when he noticed a young woman seated on a tree branch. She was dressed in a white gown and wore no shoes. Her pitch-black gaze locked on the stream below. The breeze ruffled her hair. The pleasant aroma as it approaches causes him to close his eyes. Mate! - growled his wolf. “Yes,” he said, confirming that he had found his Luna. Unfortunately, there was something odd about her. And he quickly clenched his palm into a fist upon noticing something strange about the female. She is a human...

A drunk Eliza Harper ended up having a one-night stand with Benjamin Clayton, a powerful billionaire, after getting cheated on by her boyfriend on their one-year anniversary. The two thought that they were meant for each other until Shannon, Benjamin’s feisty ex-wife brews up a storm between the two. Will Eliza and Benjamin survive love’s hardships? ---------------------------------- “Mommy, how come I don’t have a daddy like the other kids?” Eleanor questioned her mother with her glistening bug eyes. Her mother stopped her work and stared at her lonesome daughter. Tears flowed down her face like a stream as she took her daughter in her arms. She didn’t know how to answer such a difficult question....

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

I was halfway through a sad cafeteria lunch when a livestream popped up: [Ring toss—whoever lands it gets the dog.] Onscreen, Alverton University's rich-boy squad cracked up, betting on who'd "own" me. Adrian Locke, the student council golden boy, flicked his ring. It landed dead center on my nameplate. "One month. Let's see which owner the little bitch wags her tail for." I closed the stream. Right then, a text from my dad lit up my phone: [Sweetheart, have you chosen your fiancé candidate?] I smirked, snapped a screenshot of the stream, and sent it. [Evaluation complete. All four disqualified.]

My parents' enemy kidnapped me and live-streamed cutting off my fingers, just to force them to show up. For a time, the entire internet was searching for my parents. But what no one knew was that the police chief on the live connection was my real father. At that very moment, he was on a beach in Havai, lighting fireworks for his adopted son. And on their barbecue table, the live stream of my fingers being cut off was playing. Later, I survived long enough to be rescued, and I reached out with my severed fingers, wanting to touch my parents. But they recoiled in disgust and, without so much as a backward glance, took their adopted son out for steak. What they never realized was that hidden inside my severed fingers was something that would make them regret everything.

My dormmate has dropped out of college to get married. Before that, she shares a livestream link on the college forum. She claims her husband has cheated on her, and she wants to stream how she punishes the homewrecker. She asks everyone to share the link and hype the situation up. I don't take her words to heart. To my surprise, she barges into my house with a group of people that afternoon. She trashes the place and screams bloody murder at me. It seems she thinks I'm the homewrecker. It's only from her words that I understand her rich and handsome husband is my father. Well, since she's caused such a scene, it looks like her darling is going to lose his job and leave this family without a penny to his name.

Certainly, I can remove the sentence "Dive into a tale of forbidden desire, hidden legacies, and a love forged in the crucible of betrayal." Here’s the revised description with that line omitted, maintaining the novel's captivating style to hook readers and editors, followed by the Chinese translation. In the shadowed corridors of wealth and deception, Sophia Lane wove a web of lies so intricate it could ensnare a king. A single, reckless night with Ethan Blackwood—the ruthless billionaire heir whose icy gaze could shatter steel—left her with a secret pulsing beneath her silk-clad curves: a child he’d scorned and threatened to destroy. Presumed dead in a fiery plane crash, Ethan returns, his memory a blank canvas, offering Sophia the golden chance to claim his empire as his "devoted fiancée." But as passion reignites and rivals like the gentle Anna—who saved his life—threaten to unravel her façade, Sophia dances on the edge of ruin. Will her bold gambit crown her the queen of his heart, or will the truth ignite a scandal that burns her dreams to ash?

My fiancé is one of the country's top neurosurgeons. One day, he discovers that his childhood sweetheart has been diagnosed with cancer and only has a month to live. He wants to spend this time with her, so he feeds me a newly developed memory-wiping drug to make me forget him for a month. During that time, he throws his childhood sweetheart a wedding and goes on a honeymoon with her. As they stand amid an ocean of flowers, they vow to be together in another lifetime. One month later, he kneels before me in the rain. Tears stream down his face as he says hoarsely, "The drug's effects were only supposed to last for a month. Why have you permanently forgotten me?"

Five years ago, policemen beat down the doors of our house and arrested my father for financial fraud. Just as I was about to despair, my friend’s father proposed that I marry his son—Mason. In my grief over daddy’s imprisonment, and unexpected happiness of marrying my childhood love, I was blinded. I vowed to myself that I would be the best wife I could be. But my husband would never love me the way he loved Jade—my best friend who died eight years ago. I pretended everything was fine and kept being a good wife for all these years. However, when I found Jade’s ring in Mason’s pocket and saw her face, alive and beautiful, appear in the live stream, the illusion—my game of house—was shattered.