Saving the Villain - Chapter 64 [Bonus ]What Are Friends For?

Shen Ye has transmigrated. The original owner was a completely pitiful one. His mother was murdered by his biological father and his mistress, and he was fooled into entering the entertainment industry by his stepmother and later ruined by her. When Shen Ye took over the original owner’s body, he was pushed down the stairs by the mistress’s son!

The original owner’s grandmother was worried that he would be lonely and helpless for the rest of his life and would be bullied by the Shen family, so she insisted on letting him marry Ye Ze.

Ye Ze is the person in charge of the Ye family and has enough ability to protect him.

Shen Ye said that he doesn’t need to rely on him because he has awakened his talent. Soon he will become a master of metaphysics and sweep the entire entertainment circle. He, himself, is his greatest reliance!

However, he did not refuse his grandmother’s proposal, who told him to fall in love with Ye Ze at first sight?

The warm purple air on the other person made him feel so comfortable…

He took the heirloom jade pendant his grandmother gave, waved it in front of Ye Ze’s eyes, and smiled like a stealing cat: Uncle, let’s get married!

Ye Ze: …

Ye Ze endured it for a long time and finally forced him to change his words on the wedding night: call me husband.

After that, the painting style is like this:

International actress: Looking for a fortune teller!

National actor: Asking for a fortune!

Popular Little Flower: Asking for a fortune teller!

Mistress’s family: Please let us go…

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This novel is also known as Almighty Video Game Designer

Chen Mo a game designer got sent to a parallel world with advance technology but undeveloped game concepts.

Watch as he redefines the world’s gaming industry with the games he remade from his old world.

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Betrayed. Ridiculed. Killed.That was my past life.I trusted the wrong people, and they buried me for it. But fate wasn’t done with me yet. When I opened my eyes again, it wasn’t in my old body—it was in a world overrun by the undead. And this time, I was one of them.A fucking zombie!But I’m not like the others. I think. I feel. I remember.What’s this voice in my head?[Welcome to the Silent Requiem System!]The system feeds me power, unlocking missions and skill buried within this body. I have one goal: rise in rank, take control, and make sure no one ever tramples me again.The humans I move with have no idea what I really am. To them, I’m just another survivor, clawing my way to the top. But in battle, I use my abilities in secret—manipulating the undead, eliminating threats, and turning every fight in my favor.But rumors are spreading. There’s talk of an undead hiding among them, unseen and unstoppable. If they find out the truth, they’ll hunt me down like a monster.And my past? It’s here too. The people who betrayed me in my last life are standing right beside me, unaware of who I am. But I remember them. They turned on me once—I won’t give them the chance to do it again.Then there’s him. The commander of the city, sharp-eyed and ruthless. He’s watching me too closely, asking too many questions. If he figures out the truth, I’ll have to make a choice: eliminate him, outplay him… or pull him into my trap before he can destroy me.Because in this world, power is the only thing that matters. And this time, I refuse to be at the bottom.***“How did you survive when everyone else died?”I guess death just didn’t want me.“Why do the zombies ignore you?”Maybe I just have a face they don’t like.“You were just a nobody yesterday—how are you suddenly so strong?”Hard work, luck… and a little bit of hex.“Why do I feel like I've seen you somewhere before?”Déjà vu’s a funny thing, isn’t it?“What are you?”Wouldn’t you like to know?

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.