Artificial Hearts: A Warmth I Shouldn’t Feel

Welcome, my little wanderer… Come closer, and let me tell you what my magic mirror revealed. A tale of women who inherit power in silence, in blood, in sacrifice… and of darkness that never truly forgets its own. At the heart of it stands Asteria, a girl haunted by strange visions, restless nights, and shadows that seem to know her far too well. As the world around her begins to fracture, she is drawn toward a truth buried deep within her blood, one bound to old magic, ancient hunger, and a fate far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Some women inherit crowns. Some inherit darkness. And some, my dear, are cursed to carry both.

“Must you scream? I am only killing you.” This story follows a young man named Jiang Chen, born with the absolute worst cultivation aptitude and nothing to rely on. In a world where strength dictates a person’s fate, he survives through calculation and cold hearted choices. When a mysterious inheritance falls into his hands, revealing a brutal path of body refinement, his ambitions finally find wings and begin to soar. He wears the mask of virtue, speaks soft words, but his heart is cold and full of schemes. He cares nothing for fame, and love cannot move his heart. What Jiang Chen seeks is immortality. For that goal, he is willing to step over countless corpses, construct pretty lies, and turn sacred lands into burial mounds. But on this road forged through endless hardship, where ancient devils slumber and immortal emperors scheme, can a man born with nothing truly reach the end? Or will he become just another corpse buried beneath the path of immortality? ------ Note: #Selfish Protagonist #No Romance #No System #Pursuit of immortality

A group of young criminals finds themselves entangled in something far greater than money or survival. Ancient scripts, forbidden ruins, and a prophecy hang over their heads like a dark cloud. The strings of fate—set in motion by the shattered dreams of a rejected inventor— are pulled out of tune by powerful forces that are lurking in the shadows. And now, their path leads straight to Eden...

Tang Chuan transmigrates into the Douluo Continent, replacing the original protagonist, Tang San. Unlike the path history once recorded, Tang Chuan is no longer bound by ignorance or blind reverence. Aware of Yu Xiaogang’s true nature and the untapped potential of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, he refuses to become the so-called “Grandmaster’s disciple” and instead forges his own destiny. Firm in his belief that the debt of being raised outweighs the debt of being born, Tang Chuan walks a path defined by independence and clarity. By absorbing spirit rings from powerful plant-type spirit beasts rich in life attributes, he nurtures his seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass—evolving it into a top-tier plant martial soul brimming with boundless vitality. Defying all expectations, he rises at an unprecedented speed, breaking through to the Soul King realm at just twelve years old—shocking the entire continent. But this is only the beginning. As his legend takes shape, the heavens descend, and a mysterious comparison system emerges—linking two divergent destinies of Douluo across timelines. **[Dual Douluo Comparison — Act One]** Sea God and Asura God Tang San. Versus Tang Chuan, the God of Life and Destruction. Two timelines. Two chosen ones. Two completely different paths to supremacy. This time, the fate of Douluo will not repeat itself—it will be rewritten. Note : I do not own this Work.. I am translating it here...

Eleanor gave everything for love—her time, her money, her heart. Until the man she trusted destroyed it all. One careless night leaves her café—and the apartment above it—in ashes and flames, forcing her to face the truth she’s been avoiding: she built her life around the wrong person. With nowhere else to go, she moves in with her best friend… and meets him. Giovanni De Luca—her best friend’s brother-in-law—is everything her ex wasn’t: powerful, controlled, and dangerously irresistible. But he’s also arrogant, untouchable, and completely off-limits. Living under the same roof turns into a battle of tension, pride, and desire—one she refuses to lose. Because Eleanor has learned her lesson: she will never lose herself for a man again. But Giovanni has never wanted something he couldn’t have… until her.

"In the history of the world, there was only one 'Honored One.' One absolute exception to the rules of Jujutsu. But the heavens made a mistake. Or perhaps, it was a correction. I am that correction. I am Souma Gojo, Satoru's twin. Armed with the Six Eyes and knowledge of a tragic future, I refuse to let destiny play out. I will spare the Sorcerer Killer, slaughter the cultists, and break the chains of fate that bind Suguru Geto. The era of the Strongest begins"

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Wei Liang has nothing. No spiritual roots. No sect. No future. At seventeen, he was laughed out of the Jade Basin Sect's entrance exam when the testing stone turned the color of old mud. Everyone in Ashpine Village agrees he should give up, learn to farm, and accept the life he was born into. On the day of the spring market, Wei Liang spends his last thirty coppers on a battered scroll sold by a suspicious one-eyed vendor. The scroll is: •The Boundless Nothing Sutra• — a technique so notoriously fraudulent it was officially condemned two hundred years ago. Every instruction in it is wrong. The breathing is backwards. The energy flows in the wrong direction. Multiple cultivators have destroyed their meridians attempting it. Wei Liang, having never cultivated a day in his life, has no idea what "wrong" feels like. So he follows the Sutra exactly as written. And on the third night, something impossible happens. What follows is the story of a young man with no talent, no backing, and no business becoming powerful — slowly, stubbornly, and entirely outside every framework the cultivation world has built over five thousand years. As Wei Liang works his way through the Sutra's nine volumes, he develops abilities no measuring stone can categorize, defeats opponents who shouldn't be beatable, and stops aging entirely — all while remaining utterly uninterested in fame, power, or revenge. The sects don't know what to do with him. The elders can't classify him. The cultivation world's entire orthodoxy has no counter to a technique it forgot was real. And somewhere at a market cart that smells of mildew and bad luck, a one-eyed old man who has been waiting ten thousand years for exactly this person smiles to himself and keeps selling scrolls.