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Surviving A Novel I Don't Remember: A Tutor's Guide To Staying Alive

"If I can just stay under the radar, I might survive the final chapter." Kim Jowoon woke up in a novel world as the illegitimate fourth son of a marquis, Julian Von Astrea, and it looked like every single character hated him. It was a world where everyone looked like a protagonist—shining eyes, tragic backstories, destiny practically dripping off them. Everyone except him. He didn't even get a script. Then the Affection System popped up and crushed his hopes in one clean line of text: every so-called “hero” in the capital had a solid 0% interest in his continued existence. Naturally, Julian did the most reasonable thing possible—he ran. Straight into the safest job he could think of: tutoring the young son of the Empire's most reclusive (and famously cold) Duke. The plan was foolproof. Win over the kid, stay invisible, collect a fat paycheck, and live long enough to die of old age instead of plot relevance. It didn't go smoothly at first. The child barely spoke, the Duke barely appeared, and Julian briefly wondered if he'd chosen the wrong kind of death. But somehow… it worked. The Duke's son slowly warmed up to him. Lessons became warm conversations, and silence turned into trust. And even stranger, the Duke's affection level didn't just rise—it skyrocketed into something Julian absolutely had not planned for. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt safe. Then the Empire started falling apart. A masked criminal began tearing through the capital, and Julian started waking up with missing memories and an unsettling sense of déjà vu. No wounds. No explanations. Just the feeling that something had happened—and that he was better off not remembering it. He had thought he was the one being hunted. But the higher the Duke's affection climbed, the more frequent the blackouts became, and the more a terrifying possibility took shape. He came here to survive the story. Now, he was starting to suspect the Duke wasn't protecting him from the plot at all… He was protecting the plot from him.
Byul_Byre · 25.1k Views

Reborn in the 1970s — Married a Proud Rough Man

Qin Mei accidentally transmigrated to the 1970s. The original owner of the body was also named Qin Mei. She wasn't in an arranged marriage without choice, but rather coveted Jie Jingchen. Having heard from somewhere that he was going to marry a primary school teacher, she decided to strike first, creating a fait accompli and forcing him to marry her. Her methods were despicable, but they were effective. The original owner was a massive troublemaker; at only eighteen, she had already become a widow, branded as a husband-jinx. The 'Chong Xi' marriage failed, sending the person on their deathbed to their grave, and she was nailed to the village's pillar of shame. ... She has none of the original owner's memories. As someone from the 21st century, how is she supposed to survive in the 1970s? Fortunately, the original owner found her a husband before she died. She'll cling to his thigh, live off him, curry favor with her parents-in-law, dominate her sisters-in-law, tear apart the "green tea bitches," help her eldest sister-in-law, kick her brother-in-law, encourage her disabled younger sister-in-law, and ride the spring winds of reform to get rich. ... "Why isn't Sister-in-law here to take care of you yet?" Jie Jingchen's mouth twitched. He looked at the busy figure by the next sickbed; his wife was taking care of another man. "Are you sure he's your husband?" Jie Jingchen couldn't help but ask. "Are you kidding? Would I mistake my own husband?" Qin Mei glared at him. Not until the man's wife arrived and she was beaten up for being the "other woman," did Qin Mei become completely bewildered. After taking meticulous care of him for a week, who on earth had she been taking care of? ... Under a tree, the neighbors sat together chatting. "So-and-so's daughter-in-law died from drinking pesticide." "Why drink the pesticide herself? Why not give it to her in-laws? If you're not afraid of dying, why would you be afraid of poisoning their whole family? If it were me, I'd definitely drag their whole family down with me to be buried together. That way, I wouldn't be lonely on the Yellow Springs Road." Qin Mei couldn't help but chime in. "..." Everyone was speechless. This conversation... made all the in-laws tremble in fear.
Ting Xi · 594 Views

Nulls

Theos did not consume out of malice, but out of perfect logic. They understood everything in the creation except the recursive hunger coded into their collective consciousness. Consuming creation was like a man with a phantom limb trying to scratch it with someone else's arm: a fleeting relief that only deepened the ache. It was a limb that had never existed in any possible geometry of reality, and the itch was the creation itself reminding them of the shape of the hole where it should have been. The Nexus Tree wasn't a thing to be seen. It was a mathematical and logistical impossibility. To observe it was to feel one's mind try to fold inside out. It offered the one thing Theos could not compute: the promise of an end to the hunger. It was the ultimate answer to a question they could not form. It broke their infinite wisdom not by being smarter, but by being absolutely irrational. Their civilization didn't shatter in war; it underwent a mass, logical suicide, converging into a single ravenous entity, the Amalgamation, to try and solve the unsolvable equation. Nulls was both their pinnacle anf heretic. He alone argued that the Hunger was not a problem to be solved, but a flaw in the premise of their being. His Engine was not a better tool for consumption. It was a scalpel designed to perform a cosmic lobotomy, to sever their entire race from the Hunger itself. He didn't want to win; he wanted to cure them. He failed. Facing an Amalgamation moments from grafting onto the Tree and becoming an unstoppable, creation-devouring abomination, Nulls had one final, heretical choice. He couldn't kill it. So he killed the battlefield. He triggered the Collapse. A hard reset of all existence. He awakens. Mortal. Shattered. On the soil of a young, loud, and painfully simple world. The air smells of rot and life. The sun is a dumb ball of fire. He is weak, fragile, and utterly alone. But he can still feel it. Echoes. The psychic scar tissue of the Collapse is infused into the fabric of this new creation. The Amalgamation is gone, but the potential for the Tree is not. It is a seed waiting in the void. And somewhere, a young species will one day look up at the stars and feel the first, familiar itch of an insatiable hunger. Nulls is no longer a god or a savior. He is the Gardener. And this time, he will not try to cure the disease. He will burn the entire garden to the ground before the first weed can sprout. He will become the monster he once destroyed, to ensure no one else ever gets the chance.
Nikolai_nikolaus · 16k Views