MTL - Conan’s Corpse Picker - Chapter 3 I have something to call the model worker

In an era of global awakening of supernatural abilities, Lin Tianming awakens his SSS-level talent. He thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life, only to overhear the heartfelt thoughts of his school beauty girlfriend who hates him to the core.[Lin Tianming, you didn't expect me to be reborn, did you? In my previous life, you let me down. In this life, I will not be fooled by your sweet words again!]Having a reborn girlfriend who is merely putting on a show is already troublesome enough, but little does he know, there's more than one person he has wronged. At this moment, each of them is on their way to find him!--------------------------Features elements of Lovecraftian horror, with themes of inner demons, corruption, genetic ascension, mechanical ascension, and psionic ascension emerging in the later stages.

“My lady, you don't have to use your divine body on him! It's not necessary! Allow me instead!” Morena pleaded.“No, I must... After all, it's my story. I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want.” She laughed, her voice dripping with manipulation.I was just a high school student who loved writing.My entire life revolved around novels. Thousands of stories consumed, countless worlds explored, all building toward one dream: creating my own masterpiece.Then a freak accident killed me, my best friend, and some random boy we'd just met.As I took my last breath, only one regret burned through me: I never got to finish my novel.Everything went dark.When I opened my eyes, I stood before a god. She smiled at me with cruel amusement and offered a deal: complete my story from the inside, as a character that never existed in the original plot.Before I could answer, reality shattered around me.[Ding! You have successfully transmigrated into “The Life of an Evergreen”]'...What?'I wasn't the hero. I wasn't even a villain. I was nobody... a characterI never wrote.But here's the thing about being the author: I know every secret, every twist, every character's deepest fear. I wrote this world with my own hands... which means I know exactly how to break it.“You think you can rewrite your own story?”“I already did once. What's stopping me from doing it again?”If gods want to play games with my creation, then I'll show them what happens when the author steps into his own world. I'll manipulate every character, exploit every plotline, and twist this story until it bends to my will.Because when you know how everything ends, survival becomes child's play.The real question is: how far will I go to finish what I started?===Discord: https://discord.gg/38HTkz2Yw3

[Matured Content]Saving an injured Fae in the forest had not been Islinda's plan, and worse, he turns out to be royalty, Prince Valerie of the summer court, heir and crown prince to the throne of Astaria.But then, humans were wary of those otherworldly creatures while the Fae looked down on the humans, thinking of them as lesser creatures. Islinda and the prince were worlds apart but that didn't stop them from falling in love. Unfortunately, Prince Valerie couldn't stay in the human realm forever and had to return to his kingdom with a promise to come back for her. And she believed him. But then, the other one comes instead. Dark, broody, ruthless yet dangerously handsome, everyone feared Prince Aldric. Even as a fierce warrior and son to the king of Astaria, Aldric is denied his right to the throne and cursed never to take his place because of his dark heritage. Twisted from the inside and starved of affection, Prince Aldric does what he is best at, causing misery. He captured Islinda - the woman who has drawn his brother's attention. He stole her from her home for his cruel purpose. If he couldn't have the throne, he could at least play around with his brother's love interest. His new prize. Islinda hated him. Loathed him for taking away everything that she could have had with the summer prince. He's the villain. Now she has been dragged into the middle of the dirty politics played in the courts of Astaria, not to mention surviving the cold games played by the prince. But all hope wasn't lost because the cruel prince could tempt her all he wants but he was never going to get the one thing he wants the most. To be loved. He would never have her heart! Or could he? ________“What can you offer me, little human,” He grinned, slow and cruel. She would make such a wonderful plaything. “Please,” She begged him, tears now gathering in her eyes, “Just let me go.” “Fine,” He shrugged as if it was an easy request, “You can go.” “W-what?” She croaked, finding it hard to believe. “Little human, you would find out my mind changes very easily.” Those words sounded merciful yet she could sense the threat beneath. But did he really mean? Islinda didn't sit around to find out as she broke into a sprint. If there was even the slightest chance of him changing his mind, then she would take it. She would not give up hope yet. She didn't know why but Islinda spared a look over her shoulder after a while and the blood drained from her face at what she saw coming. Oh no, she just made a terrible mistake. This was never freedom. It was a hunt. And she just became the prey.

Freshly turned eighteen, John Newman, a helpless nerd, suddenly gets video game abilities granted to him. A mysterious higher power, a secret Abyss of magic beneath the surface of the normal world, mages, martial artists, eroticism, tragedy and a harem of hot girls awaits.