Only God - Chapter 311 - 268: The Witch’s Magic Potion

Love between a girl living a lie and the girl who can turn lies into truth.Lin Roen was just another broke, burned-out job applicant - until a simple error landed her in the CEO’s office of the most powerful corporation in the country. Now, the world believes she’s the heiress of the Roen Group.As Lin stumbles through a world of luxury, manipulation, and corporate worship, she is relentlessly pampered by those who believe she’s their salvation. Everyone bows. Everyone obeys.But nothing is what it seems.Lin soon starts to feel that there is something sinister behind the mirrors of lies.Trapped and revered in the corporate world that blends religious fervor and heartless capitalism, there is only one person she can trust - Luc, her perfect assistant.* A slow-burn psychological drama wrapped in corporate satire, mistaken identity, and a love story between two girls on the edge of lies and truth.

Lu Lingxi died.

As a child born by his parents through precise genetic matching, for eighteen years of his life, he lived entirely for his brother, who had leukaemia. He was his brother’s shadow, a “medicine reserve bank” for his brother’s treatment needs.

Umbilical cord blood, stem cells, bone marrow… whenever his brother needed it, he would have no choice but to quietly lie on the operating table.

Until the last time, when his brother needed a kidney and he never came off the operating table.

When he opened his eyes again, Lu Lingxi became a teenager with the same name Lu Lingxi.

Freed from the shackles of his fate, he possesses the mysterious ability to communicate with plants.

Raising flowers, gardening and running a farm, Lu Lingxi begins a very different life!

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.

I can see ghosts. Even the ghosts inside games. But then…”Ah! Not there, over that way! My family heirloom is hidden there.” The ghosts in the game keep revealing hidden pieces to me.