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 Sunny dreamt of a mountain.
 Jagged and lonesome, it dwarfed other peaks of the mountain chain, cutting the night sky with its sharp edges. A radiant moon bathed its slopes in the ghostly, pale light.
 On one of the slopes, the remnants of an old road stubbornly clung to the rocks. Here and there, weathered paved stones could be seen through the snow. To the right side of the road, a sheer cliff face rose as an impregnable wall. To the left, a silent black sea of nothingness indicated an endless fall. Strong winds crashed into the mountain over and over again, screaming in powerless rage.
 Suddenly, the moon fell over the horizon. The sun rose from the west, streaked across the sky and disappeared in the east. Snowflakes jumped from the ground and returned into the embrace of clouds. Sunny realized that he was seeing the flow of time in reverse.
 In an instant, hundreds of years flew by. The snow retreated, baring the old road. Cold shivers ran down Sunny's back as he noticed human bones littering the ground. A moment later, the bones were gone, and in their place, a slave caravan appeared, moving backwards down the mountain in the clamor of chains.
 Time slowed, stopped, and then resumed its usual pace.
 [Aspirant! Welcome to the Nightmare Spell. Prepare for your First Trial…]
 'What… what the hell is this?'
 Step. Step. Another step.
 A dull ache was radiating through Sunny's bleeding feet as he was shivering from cold. His threadbare tunic was nearly useless against the biting wind. His wrists were the main source of agony: badly hurt by the iron shackles, they sent a sharp pang of pain every time the freezing metal touched his broken skin.
 'What kind of a situation is this?!'
 Sunny looked up and down, noticing a long chain winding up the road, with dozens and dozens of hollow-eyed people — slaves just like him — shackled to it at small intervals. Ahead of him, a man with broad shoulders and a bloodied back was walking with a measured gait. Behind him, a shifty-looking guy with quick, desperate eyes was quietly cursing under his breath in a language that Sunny did not know, but somehow still understood. From time to time, armed horsemen in ancient-style armor would pass by, giving the slaves menacing looks.
 However you judged it, things were really bad.
 Sunny was more bewildered than panicked. True, these circumstances were not like what the First Nightmares were supposed to be. Usually, freshly chosen aspirants would find themselves in a scenario that presented them with a fair amount of agency: they would become members of privileged or warrior casts, with plenty of access to necessary weapons to at least try to tackle any conflict.
 Starting out as a powerless slave, shackled and already half-dead, was as far from being ideal as one could imagine.
 However, the Spell was as much about challenge as it was about balance. As the old policeman said, it created trials, not executions. So Sunny was pretty sure that, to counter this abysmal start, it would reward him with something good. A powerful Aspect, at least.
 'Let's see… how do I do this?'
 Remembering popular webtoons he read as a child, Sunny concentrated and thought about words like "status", "myself" and "information". Indeed, as soon as he focused, shimmering runes appeared in the air in front of him. Once again, although he did not know this ancient alphabet, the meaning behind it was somehow clear.
 He quickly found the rune describing his Aspect… and, finally, lost his composure.
 'What?! What the actual fuck?!'
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 Name: Sunless.
 True Name: —
 Rank: Aspirant.
 Soul Core: Dormant.
 Memories: —
 Echoes: —
 Attributes: [Fated], [Mark of Divinity], [Child of Shadows].
 Aspect: [Temple Slave].
 Aspect Description: [Slave is a useless wretch with no skills or abilities worth a mention. A temple slave is just the same, except much rarer.]
 Speechless, Sunny stared at the runes, trying to convince himself that he was maybe just seeing things. Surely, he couldn't be that unlucky… right?
 'No useless Aspects my ass!'
 As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he lost the rhythm of his steps and stumbled, pulling the chain down with his weight. Immediately, the shifty guy behind him screamed:
 "Whore's bastard! Watch where you're going!"
 Sunny hurriedly dismissed the runes, which were only visible to him, and tried to recover his balance. A moment later, he was once again walking steadily — however, not before inadvertently pulling on the chain one more time.
 "You little shit! I'm going to kill you!"
 The broad-shouldered man in front of Sunny chuckled without turning his head.
 "Why bother? The weakling will be dead by sunrise anyway. The mountain will kill him."
 A few seconds later, he added:
 "It'll kill you and me, too. Just a bit later. I really don't know what the Imperials are thinking, forcing us into this cold."
 The shifty guy gasped.
 "Speak for yourself, fool! I'm planning to survive!"
 Sunny silently shook his head and concentrated on not falling again.
 'What a charming pair.'
 Suddenly, a third voice joined the conversation from somewhere further back. This one sounded gentle and intelligent.
 "This mountain pass is usually much warmer this time of year. We just had really bad luck. Also, I would advise you against harming this boy."
 "Why is that?"
 Sunny turned his head slightly, listening.
 "Haven't you seen the markings on his skin? He is not like us, who fell into slavery due to debts, crimes or misfortune. He was born a slave. A temple slave, to be precise. Not long ago, the Imperials destroyed the last temple of the Shadow God. I suspect that this is how the boy ended up here."
 The broad-shouldered man cast a look back.
 "So what? Why should we be afraid of a half-forgotten, weakling god? He couldn't even save his own temples."
 "The Empire is protected by the mighty War God. Of course they're not afraid to burn down a few temples. But we here are not protected by anything or anyone. Do you really want to risk angering a god?"
 The broad-shouldered man grunted, not willing to answer.
 Their conversation was stopped by a young soldier riding a beautiful, white horse. Clad in a simple leather cuirass, armed with a spear and a short sword, he looked dignified and noble. To Sunny's irritation, the asshole was really pretty, too. If this was a historical drama, the soldier would definitely be a male lead.
 "What is going on here?"
 There was no particular menace in his voice, even something resembling concern.
 When everyone hesitated, the gentle-voiced slave answered:
 "It's nothing, sir. We are just all tired and cold. Especially our young friend over there. This journey is truly too hard for someone that young."
 The soldier looked at Sunny with pity.
 'What are you looking at? You're not much older than me!' Sunny thought.
 Of course, he didn't say anything out loud.
 The soldier sighed and took a flask from his belt before extending it to Sunny.
 "Bear with it a little more, child. We will stop for the night soon. For now, here, drink some water."
 'Child? Child?!'
 Due to his thin body and small stature, both caused by malnourishment, Sunny was often mistaken for someone younger. Usually, he didn't hesitate to use it to his advantage, but now, for some reason, being called a child really irked him.
 Still, he was really thirsty.
 He was just about to take the flask when a whip cracked in the air, and suddenly Sunny was in a world of pain. He stumbled, once again pulling on the chain and causing the shifty slave behind him to curse.
 Another soldier, this one older and angrier, stopped his horse a few steps back. The whip that sliced the back of Sunny's tunic open and drew blood belonged to him. Without even glancing at the slaves, the older soldier pierced his younger colleague with a disdainful glare.
 "What do you think you're doing?"
 The young soldier's face darkened.
 "I was just giving this boy some water."
 "He'll receive water with the rest of them once we camp!"
 "But…"
 "Shut your mouth! These slaves are not your friends. Understood? They're not even people. Treat them like people and they'll begin imagining things."
 The young soldier looked at Sunny, then lowered his head and put the flask back on his belt.
 "Don't let me catch you making friends with slaves again, newbie. Or next time it will be your back tasting my whip!"
 As if to illustrate his intention, the older soldier cracked his whip in the air and rode past them, radiating threat and anger. Sunny watched him go with well-concealed malice.
 'I don't know how, but I will watch you die first.'
 Then he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the younger soldier, who was falling behind with his head still lowered.
 'And you, second.'
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 Growing up in poverty, Sunny never expected anything good from life. However, even he did not anticipate being chosen by the Nightmare Spell and becoming one of the Awakened – an elite group of people gifted with supernatural powers. Transported into a ruined magical world, he found himself facing against terrible monsters – and other Awakened – in a deadly battle of survival.
 What's worse, the divine power he received happened to possess a small, but potentially fatal side effect…
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 She was a peerless genius in the 24th Century – all she needed was a silver needle and she could practically bring anyone back from the dead.
 After an explosion, she crossed over into a strange world; everyone calls her “Miss.” The previous “Miss” before had no contractual spirit, was weak and incompetent, and even the fiancé comes over with a new love and bullies her?
 Now that she has taken over, who dares to act so presumptuously around her? With needles in hand, the world is for her to own! Wherever she goes, miracles follow! However, she saved a pest. What was she thinking when she saved that man. His stunning demeanor and impeccable face is a huge contrast to his cruel actions. He tries all ways to win her over.
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 I am Supreme
 Spread or announce my might in the world,
 I am the Supreme
 Medicinal material is poison if it cannot cure; a man who does not become a god will perish as ashes
 ………
 Heavenly order has flaws, humanly world has injustice
 Cast aside romance, for evils prevail
 Misery brings forth kindness, rage won’t lead to disputes
 Beyond principles and rules, let me carry out the execution
 Spread my might in the world, slaughter injustice of the world
 Blade in hand, passion in heart;
 Passing judgement for life or death, sentenced by heroes with the blade,
 Staring at the world with cold eyes, I have no regrets in my life
 ……….
 Yun Yang is the central figure of the Nine Supremes of Yutang, heroes of the world. When the Nine supremes were ambushed and killed at Tianxuan Cliff, Yun Yang was the only one to escape the massacre albeit with heavy internal injuries. Watch as he takes revenge for his brothers against all those involved.
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 Before the apocalypse, everyone thought the danger came from the sky. 
 But the monsters don't think so. They come out of the deep sea and bring disaster to the planet called Terras! 
 "Even if I die, I will die in the mecha!" 
 "Then why don't you ask the mecha if he wants to die?" 
 Yu Xiao, who traveled through time and transformed into a mecha, chose to throw the pilot out of the cockpit!
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 Once reborn, she became a wealthy young man who disguised herself as a man and was spurned by everyone.
 Transformed, the young man rose up, entered the military camp, was ashamed before the snow, and counterattacked in the face in minutes!
 The filthy ruffian, no matter whether she is picking up girls or flirting with men, she is able to capture even the commander-in-chief.
 One day, the subordinates came down and reported: “Report to Commander Ye, Adjutant Gu went to the bathroom to peek at the soldiers taking a bath!”
 Ye Yujin didn’t lift his head: “Who did you see, just wipe it off!”
 “Report to Commander Ye, another girl has come to ask Adjutant Gu to kiss her and hold her up high!”
 “Wait, I’ll go out myself!”
 “Report Night Commander…”
 Ye Yujin was angry: “If you don’t clean up for three days, the roof will be uncovered!”
 Gu Qiqi smiled charmingly, “Speak well, who will clean up who?”
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 One day, the sacred church will collapse, the kingdom of the clouds will fall, and the high gods will also fall! 
 Until then, only magic will live forever! 
 –Horn Memmheling 
 ps: Magic construction article, tells the story of the protagonist Horn relying on the meager magic inheritance to establish a magic system in the magic wasteland Ceylon continent.
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 Yang Qi was the son of the patriarch of a wealthy family from a small town.
 Believing himself to be in love, he stole a pill for his lover, only to have the girl betray him, by taking the pill and leaving him behind.
 Caught, his dantian was crippled and left to die under the lightning.
 This lightning helped him to recover his lost martial arts and also helped him gain a new, divine-like cultivation technique.
 After this second chance, he gains more power as he sought revenge and also to find about his missing mother….
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 It’s a trend to take your grandfather along with you when passing through to another world, but we have kind of been cheated—have you ever experienced buy one get eight free?
 Hong Xiaobao: “This opponent is a bit formidable. All you old-timers, hurry up and save me please! If you don’t appear, then this prince is going to get angry!”
 Demon Emperor Meng Xianji: “Mockers, kill! Those who defy me, kill! Strong people, eat! Valuable treasures and materials, eat! Good equipment, steal!”
 Wine God Xiao Sanshao: “Why must you be so brutal? If there’s something wrong, can we not just all sit down and have a nice chat? I’ll teach you how to taste wine, youngster!”
 Medicine Immortal Tian Can: “You guys chat first. My condition today isn’t very good, so I’ll go rest first…. If you want to concoct some medicine, tell me after I wake up….”
 Godly Craftsman Xi Hong: “Didn’t I just upgrade your equipment yesterday? What are you afraid of? Attack, youngster! Isn’t that right, Chen Nan?”
 Formation Spirit Chen Nan: “En…. How about you go ask Mao Yue.”
 Beast Emperor Mao Yue: “Today’s sunshine is too bright. I’m recalling that cat of mine who died because of menstrual pain….”
 Hong Xiaobao: “Can you guys not be so misleading?”
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 Su Xiao is a cold-blooded young adult who’s seeking vengeance for the death of his family, yet things ended up badly for him. 
 As he was taking his last breaths, he heard a voice calling him from dimensions, it was a strange system reaching him, asking him if he wanted to be saved, to be Reincarnated. 
 He just needed to accept a contract, Su Xiao didn’t have any choice but to do so, but he didn’t know what he signed up for!! 
 Travelling through worlds, doing extremely dangerous missions, collecting special items, levelling up, and even killing Protagonists… 
 But Su Xiao wasn’t any ordinary Contractor, Su Xiao was a Hunter! 
 The MC crosses over to: One Piece, Tokyo Ghoul, Naruto, Fullmetal Alchemist, Attack on Titans… and Author’s Original Worlds… 
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 This isn’t the struggle of an empire, nor the tempest of another world, and definitely not a cultivation story. This is actually a super serious (not really), super hard sci-fi novel about saving the world. Take what I’m saying seriously.(Don’t)
 Okay, it’s really just a bunch of slippery leaders and their deceptive emperor having a fun time saving the world everyday.
 An unmotivated otaku is transformed into the Emperor of an ancient intergalactic magic sci-fi empire, and with the aura of a stay-at-home dad, he is similar to an uncle who adopts an army of lolis. This is the hilarious story of an otaku and his freeloading army that appeared out of nowhere. Once again, this is a super serious story. This is a super-ultra-serious sci-fi story.
 Have fun
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 There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East.
 When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with.
 He was a man, whose appearance gave every one existential crisis, including a fly that was consecutively caught by him with a pair of chopsticks.
 Of course, this story is hilarious as well. 
 [Shen Yao laughed. “You think I would help you? For what reason?”
 Xu Cheng sighed. “Shen Yao, to be honest, you are really pretty.”
 “Humph.” Shen Yao snorted coldly, “Can you elaborate on that for me?”
 “I don’t know how to get into details, but I can only say that when I accidentally tore your skirt today, I got a boner.” ]
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 An unknown disciple from a small sect battling against the strongest in the cultivation world! The long journey working at cultivation, the realization of destiny, and the chance to reach the apex of the world. 
 Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. Zuo Mo is a zombie faced low level cultivator in a minor sect of a little world. Ever since he was picked up by the sect leader two years ago, he has no memories of his earlier life except a recurring nightmare. Navigating the rigid class structure and intricacies of the cultivation world, as one of the lowest possible of the lowest class, Zuo Mo’s dream is to earn money, and lots of it, through being a spiritual plant farmer. A chance occurrence reveals that someone powerful had changed Zuo’s features and erased his mind. The money grubbing zombie decides to set out on a journey of cultivation to find out answers. Fate colludes with chance, the drums of war are beating, the ghost of his past is coming…
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