MTL - All Aspects Are Kneeling and Begging the Villain Heroine To Be a Person - Chapter 615 Junk Star's Scrap (52)

It was a normal world.At least for those ‘normal’ folks.A life of normalcy wasn’t for Zaen, a 19-year-old dropout whose life wasn’t as messed up as the others.It was all because of the inheritance his parents had left him. Riches, women, and a loving little brother. It was a perfect life that many envied.What could possibly go wrong?[Congratulations, mortal! You have been selected to participate in the Hunter Games!][Slay anomalies and gain treasures. Anything you get inside the game is yours for the taking!]“What the hell is this all about?“[Mission 1: Survival!][Introduction: A mischievous anomaly wants to play with you. How long will you survive in the game of hide-and-seek?][Time Limit: 24 hours.]“What the hell? I’m not going anywhere!“[Failure to comply would result in the death of all the participants’ families.]Before Zaen could do anything, a blood red mist swallowed him, leaving nothing behind.The Hunter Games had found a new participant.***Novel inspired by SCP, JJK and all that jazz.***For artworks and webtoon-panels join: https://discord.gg/bjetmPER5p

He chose her out of curiosity, and she chose him for a good sleep.In this one-year hidden marriage, they agreed to take what they needed and have only pleasure without love. But the reality was that he was very domineering. He could bully her, but if anyone else did the same, they would face severe consequences.Many people felt sorry for him and thought that she didn't deserve him. However, they discovered that her real identities were stunning and extraordinary.She was a genius hacker, a skilled miracle doctor, and even a deadly ghost...Now, people felt sorry for her. How could an astonishing woman like her marry a disabled man?Suddenly, a man who had been in a wheelchair for several years stood up and revealed the business empire he had built during those years.Later on, people started to envy the couple's talent and beauty.While the heavens favored them, she suddenly realized that in his heart, she was nothing more than a substitute...Love was just like poison hidden in sugar. If you believe in it, you lose...

Imagination was the eye of the soul, the beginning of creation.

Despite her immense power, the Supreme Goddess of Mysterious Origin had to seal herself after saving the world from the threat of destruction. However, she was sent to another world by the universe's will.

Ely was a girl suffering from partial memory loss. She was known as the shrine priestess of the Sacred Mountain. One day, she received the holy mission to unseal her Goddess Master. She got her priorities straight. However...

The pets she adopted became the Demon Kings, capable of suppressing the world. The tree she planted became the World Tree, forming a bridge between heaven and earth.

The passerby who received enlightenment from her became the Sage who led the entire generation. The disciples she nurtured became bigshots known across the three worlds.

When she looked back... The street painter who pestered her for her handicrafts and paintings turned out to be a God. The young priestess she recruited was actually the number one saintess from the Divine World.

She was known as the holy saintess. Yet, she still referred to herself as a mortal.

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I died in my world… and woke up in someone else’s story.But not as the hero. Not as the villain. Not even as a side character who mattered. I’m… an NPC—a nobody, a background observer, invisible to everyone.At first, I thought I was powerless. But then I discovered something strange: I could leave notes, whisper hints, move objects… small nudges that subtly changed the story. Every tiny action rippled through the plot, shaping outcomes, saving lives, and altering the fate of heroines, heroes, and even villains.The catch? The story is alive. It resists interference. Push too hard, and accidents happen. Plot twists turn against me. Minor disasters loom. The more I try to influence, the more the story fights back.So I play carefully. I study. I manipulate quietly. I watch the heroines, heroes, and overlooked side characters, weaving invisible threads that guide them. I don’t fight. I don’t cheat. I survive—and maybe, just maybe, I can change the story from the shadows.From an unnoticed NPC to the hidden hand behind the world, I’ll prove that even a nobody can rewrite the story.