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Vũ Trụ Siêu Năng Lực / TOAA - Kẻ Đứng Sau Vận Mệnh

Vũ Trụ Siêu Năng Lực / TOAA - Kẻ Đứng Sau Vận Mệnh

By @Toan Le

Trong một thế giới nơi con người được thực thể bí ẩn TOAA phát ngẫu nhiên các siêu năng lực, nhóm của Toàn đã trải qua đại dịch zombie, sự trở lại của những kẻ thù cũ và cuộc chiến sinh tử với Phước, kẻ mang sức mạnh toàn năng. Mỗi chiến thắng đều phải trả giá bằng hy sinh: Huy mất Dương, cả nhóm mất Tuấn và Thuận. Khi TOAA cho tất cả trùng sinh để thử xem biết trước tương lai có thay đổi được vận mệnh hay không, Phước bị xóa sổ vĩnh viễn. Nhưng bình yên chưa kéo dài: một đại dịch zombie mới bùng phát, lần này lũ zombie sở hữu cả siêu năng lực.

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The Sovereign's Geometry of Spite

The Sovereign's Geometry of Spite

By @john1208

Attending the funeral of the righteous patriarch I supposedly murdered was a calculated risk. As the newly crowned sovereign of the Umbral Hex Citadel, my role in this ridiculous novel was simple: wait in my dark fortress, scheme pointlessly, and eventually be beheaded by the glowing protagonist. I have a better idea. Instead of engaging in their petty drama, I am going to decipher the primordial formations that hold this decaying continent together. The only problem? My cold, calculated indifference has accidentally convinced the realm’s most dangerous men - from the righteous hero to a scheming syndicate lord - that I am playing a magnificent game of hard-to-get. Now they keep showing up to court me or kill me. I don’t care which, as long as they grab a shovel. Need to prove your undying obsession? Great, go excavate the cursed ley-lines in the Abyssal Basin. But as the 'fated battle' prophecy and the ancient apocalyptic seals begin to perfectly overlap, I have to ask: was my rebellion against the plot actually written into the world’s most lethal equation?

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Red Veils in the Sunken Temple

Red Veils in the Sunken Temple

By @john1208

I was just trying to brew my morning tea when the kitchen faucet spat out black river mud and my television congratulated me on my starring role in a supernatural snuff show. Now, I’m standing knee-deep in the flooded halls of the Wading-Crane Temple, forced to play the groom in a cursed ghost marriage. The broadcast’s rules are absolute: Do not look at the floating paper servants. Drink the burial wine. Never lift the bride’s veil before the third toll of the drowned bell. Disobey, and the spectral audience tears you apart. I’m a proud Yanzhou exorcism dropout; I don’t take orders from glitchy announcer voices or dead in-laws. Instead of cowering, I decide to rewrite the script. I shamelessly flirt with my terrifying, sorrow-bound bride, wiping the bloody tears from her pale cheeks and coaxing a blush from her icy lips. Luo Qinghe, a scholar’s daughter drowned centuries ago, soon realizes her groom is more dangerous than her captors. As she begins shielding me from the show's horrific purges, our cursed romance blossoms. But when the timid historian guiding our survival group turns out to be the broadcast's sadistic orchestrator, can our bond survive the final act?

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Shattering the Perfumed Lie

Shattering the Perfumed Lie

By @john1208

Beatriz Vancorra, a prickly and fiercely proud scent-binder, wakes up gasping for air inside the submerged ancestral glass-vault - a place exclusively sealed for the dead. Escaping the icy waters of Ocellis, she returns to the Conservatoire of Whispering Resins only to find her wealthy, elegant cousin Julianna wearing her clothes, claiming her achievements, and playing the innocent victim. Julianna’s favorite manipulation? Guilt-tripping Beatriz’s stoic partner, Leandro, with a childhood favor to steal his loyalty. But instead of falling for the weeping act, Leandro literally takes three steps back, physically avoids Julianna, and stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Beatriz. Told in alternating perspectives between the two partners, their slow-burn romance blossoms as they seamlessly orchestrate a flawless, public teardown of Julianna’s stolen life. The ultimate face-slap arrives when the Vancorra elders publicly disown the toxic cousin for her relentless hypocrisy. Yet, the sweet victory is interrupted by a chilling realization. Tavio, their bumbling, comic-relief ingredient fetcher, has been a little too helpful. If Julianna was too incompetent to devise the original assassination, who really locked Beatriz in the sunken tomb?

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