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The Spoilt Beauty And Her Beasts

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.
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Hunter x Hunter: The Man Who Chose Goodhood

Jack was never meant to be special. He dies in a world where power is fantasy—and wakes up in one where power is law. Transmigrated into the world of Hunter × Hunter, Jack finds himself on Whale Island, the peaceful birthplace of Gon Freecss. The calm is deceptive. Jack knows this world. He knows what hides beneath its smiles: Nen, Hunters, monsters wearing human faces, and a future soaked in blood. He arrives with nothing—no Nen, no strength, no status. Except for one thing. A System. The God Level Choice System awakens within him, forcing every meaningful action into a forked path: two choices, two consequences, two rewards drawn from all of fiction itself. Power is no longer about talent alone—it’s about decision. And every choice Jack makes subtly reshapes his fate… and the world’s. But the system is only the beginning. Jack is given three impossible tasks: Survive one year to unlock the Infinite Sign-In System. Survive three years to awaken the forbidden Eternity’s Apex System Survive five years to gain an authority beyond systems—the power to create powers themselves. The world does not know this. Hunters hunt. Nen users kill. History moves forward—unaware that a variable has been introduced. Jack walks the thin line between survival and domination, hiding among future legends while learning the brutal logic of Nen: restrictions over raw power, resolve over talent, consequence over dreams. He is not a hero. He is not a villain. He is a man who understands one truth too well: In this world, strength doesn’t protect innocence. It only decides who gets to keep it. As years pass, systems unlock, reality strains, and causality itself begins to bend. The Hunter Association stirs. The Dark Continent looms. The timeline fractures in subtle ways no one can quite explain. And when Eternity’s Apex finally awakens—a supreme system capable of rewriting existence—the question is no longer whether Jack can become a god. It is whether the world of Hunter × Hunter can survive one.
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