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My Sloppy Husband Is Actually a Handsome Bigshot!

Nalan Xueyang
——If the whole world speaks ill of you, I'll whisper sweet nothings to you from a past life. ....... Although the man in front of her made himself appear exceptionally ugly, it didn't matter because she urgently needed a loveless marriage. Who would have thought that after the marriage, she would discover that her husband seemed to be somewhat 'inconsistent'? Is it still possible to return him now? Li Yanan, an illegitimate son from the Li Family with no real power, is the laughingstock of the entire upper-class circle. His unkempt and outdated appearance makes socialites avoid him as if they're afraid of attracting a toad! A toad? Ha! ....... "The picture doesn't match the product, I want a return!" Staring at the breathtakingly handsome face in front of her, Lin Zhenxin couldn't help but wail. ....... [Baby's Diary: My Home] My mom's cooking is really bad. Last night, Dad finally couldn't help but complain, "Even Oscar wouldn't eat the food you make"! Oscar is our dog. Mom got really mad and asked, "If it's so bad, how come you ate it all?" I said, "Because Dad is even worse than a dog!" Um~~ Can someone tell me what the domestic abuse hotline number is? ....... ★The first part of You Are My Sunshine series When you smile, the clouds fade and the wind calms, while my heart is in chaos. It's that time of year to start a new journey, um~ the synopsis is still not great, everyone is welcome to dive in!
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Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

Waking up in an alleyway in Gotham City was not how Ethan Reyes expected his day to start. The last thing he remembered was crashing on his couch after a long gaming session, only to find himself in a world he recognized all too well—one filled with gods, monsters, and vigilantes dressed as bats. It took him a moment to realize the city wasn’t just a detailed dream. The distant sirens, the oppressive skyline, and the neon flicker of a nearby ACE Chemicals sign confirmed it. This was Gotham. And that was bad. Then came the pain. It burned through his veins like molten fire before settling into his fingertips. A strange, instinctual urge filled his mind. His gaze landed on the dumpster beside him. Scattered around were a broken switchblade and a rusty pipe. Before he could think, his hands moved on their own, touching both objects. A pulse of energy surged through him, and suddenly, the two items fused—the broken switchblade now embedded itself within the pipe like a makeshift spear. "Holy—What the hell was that?" Experimenting further, he picked up a discarded smartphone and a pair of cheap sunglasses. Another pulse of power, and—bam—a pair of futuristic-looking AR glasses now rested in his hands, displaying HUD information in his vision. That was when it clicked. He had a power—an ability that allowed him to fuse objects together. The results? Unpredictable. Some combinations worked beautifully, while others... not so much. And in a world where Batman, Superman, and the Joker roamed, a power like this was both a blessing and a curse. Survival in Gotham Ethan quickly learned that Gotham was not kind to the weak. Without money or connections, he had to rely on his ability to survive. His first breakthrough came when he fused a lockpick set with a stolen smartwatch—creating a device that could crack digital locks. He used it to raid an abandoned weapons stash, arming himself with gear of his own making. He also experimented with weapons. A standard pistol fused with a flashlight? Now it fired tracer rounds that illuminated targets. A crowbar fused with an electric baton? A shock club capable of stunning enemies. But Gotham was filled with predators. And soon, they noticed him. The Underworld Calls Word spread fast about a "mystic craftsman" who could create bizarre but powerful items. The underworld took interest. First came the low-level thugs, hoping to use him for their own gain. Then came the bigger players. The Penguin wanted to recruit him. Black Mask wanted to own him. And the Joker? He just wanted to see what happened if Ethan fused a grenade with a rubber chicken. It was Batman who intervened first. The Dark Knight, ever the strategist, saw the potential of Ethan’s abilities. But he also saw the danger. In the right hands, Ethan could change the landscape of warfare. In the wrong hands? He could unleash nightmares. The question was—whose hands would he end up in? Survive or Be Consumed As the months passed, Ethan found himself walking a razor’s edge. If he wanted to thrive, he had to be smart. He had to stay ahead of both heroes and villains, mastering his power before someone forced him into a corner. Because in Gotham, there were only two kinds of people: Those who adapted. And those who became stories whispered in the dark.
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