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Gotham : Starting from Scratch

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Generally speaking, if I have to get reincarnated into a comic book world, I would hope to avoid the grim darkness of the DC Universe entirely. If I absolutely must end up in DC, I would pray to avoid high-risk death traps like Gotham City—famous for its "simple and honest" citizens. But if I’m stuck in Gotham? Please, at least give me a System. This kid just wants to survive. [Self-Made System Loaded. Please work hard to generate wealth. As the saying goes: Money is power. As long as you aren't penniless, you will always have a chance to rise.] Jude Sharp breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his hands together. At least he had a cheat code in this dangerous world. One month later. The Dark Knight swooped down from the night sky, crashing through the skylight. In mere seconds, the restaurant staff were left with broken bones and concussions. Jude stood on the sidewalk, staring blankly at the restaurant where he’d finally found a job. There went his workplace. There went his boss. And there went the salary he was supposed to collect tomorrow. "Where is my money?! Batman, I have a shift starting at 8 AM!" Translated and edit of Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich 白手起家,蝙蝠侠干碎我的致富梦 Author: 火星咖啡 More at : [email protected]/GoldenGaruda
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House Of Puppets

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is built closer to a novel than a webnovel: each chapter accumulates, each arc tightens, and the end of every Volume is the destination of everything that came before it. The structure rewards patience. Tension builds and does not release until it is meant to. The ambition is simple to say and hard to earn: one day, a place among the works that defined what this genre can be. Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, ORV, Shadow Slave. I cannot promise we get there. I can promise I will give everything trying.
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Wolf Princess Sold to the Dragon King

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.
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