Park Jeong Hyeon did not have any regrets. He had lived his whole life adhering to the principles behind the name that he had been bestowed with. ['Jeong 正'] which means 'right/proper'; ['Hyeon 현'] which means 'bright'; He was intelligent, never experiencing any major hurdle in his childhood, youth, and adulthood. He had lived properly and was amiable to everyone, placing his family and close friends above others, even his own need sometimes. Was that why his beautiful elegant wife of ten years decided to off him to the after-world? He thought he had done everything 'right' for her, spoiling her and even raised her children from another man, loving them like his own. Because he was always kind and gentle, and did everything 'proper', did she think he was not manly enough? But death was the end anyway, and he would not be able to learn from his mistakes. As he closed his eyes, feeling aggrieved for having lived as a fool, he was greeted by two deities - or so they claimed. They made an offer he could not refuse: to live different lives in the three thousand worlds; to right the wrongs; to be kind to those who deserve it; and slap the faces of those who had been affected by malice and hurt innocent people. This time, Jeong Hyeon would live his lives to the fullest, love those who are worthy, help aggrieved souls who would be suffering because of the growing malice that had escaped to different worlds he would be travelling to. All with the help of the pair of deities who obviously had too much time on their hands.

𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬·𝐞𝐫·𝐛𝐲 /ˈpasərˌbī/ noun a person who happens to be going past something, especially on foot. ❝ 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄. ❞ [Kim Dokja x Seme! Male Reader] _______________________________________________________ Warnings to read beforehand!!! YES, THIS IS A REWRITE. I HATE THE OLD ONE, IT MAKES ME CRY FROM CONFUSIONNNN • unintentionally ooc characters • dark themes like suicide, death, angst and brutality •turn on dark mode for special effects!! •this is only a fanfiction, please do not copy the protagonist •i'm not very familiar with korean and i mostly search them up on google or use google translate. some stuff might be inaccurate. inspired by -The Eminence in Shadow -Is It Tough Being a Friend? -My Husband Hides his Beauty -Let's Be An Adventurer! ~Defeating Dungeons With A Skill Board! -Ranker Who Lives a Second Time -Dark Mortal -OMORI ORV is written by Sing Shong. I do not own their work.

Ten years before the manifestation of the first quirk, a glowing child from China, the world has undergone its first change. Gates opening into various dungeons led to the surfacing of the primordial type of people, called Awakened, or Hunters, the sole beings allowed to step foot into these monster-filled labyrinths. Now, years later, the existence of hunters has dwindled down with the sudden decrease of gates, only representing a meager ten percent of the world population and the spotlight falling on the up-and-coming young heroes. - 一 - As the sole remaining Monarch of the Chaos World, Sung Jin-Woo is the keeper of balance. Sort of. But with a gradually rising rate of boredom on his part, he grows tired and a tad ansty. So what's a poor Shadow Monarch to do after decades spent away? Come back home, of course. ↳SPORADIC UPDATES ↳UNEDITED storyline © MissNoir11 (𝘕𝘺𝘹) cover © MissNoir11 (𝘕𝘺𝘹)

" we're gonna be bestest friends forever, right? " " forever and ever and ever. " [ lowercase intended ] 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 • 𝗼𝗰 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖 #1 in dreamteam #1 in discord #1 in minecraft #2 in georgenotfound #6 in dreamwastaken #7 in sapnap

'ErRor, wOrLd noT fOunD' The void glitched uncontrollable, making it hard to read out the text flickering across the man's vision "What the hell?" Only moments ago the Ender Dragon was slain by the hand of his diamond sword. The usual end game wasn't like this. 'reLoaDinG... WouLd YoU lIkE tO conTinUe?' Two options, buttons you could say, appeared within arm's reach of the masked man. [Yes] [No] He reached over to his left and confirmed his answer with slight hesitation. Static bounced around in his mind 'ConFiRminG... PrEss sTaRt?'

"𝟯𝟰+𝟯𝟱 𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿." ‎↳ where two streamers playful flirting leads to something more serious ┊͙DREAM X OC┊͙ !!DISCONTINUED!!

ㅤ ♔｡:*•.───── 　　 𑁍̤ ❛ HAUNTING ―― LINGERS BEHIND . . . 𝘈 𝘚𝘔𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘒 * a fanfiction based on a crossover between 'who made me a princess' and 'death is the only ending for the villainess' // tw : just in case . ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ in which penelope eckart ― now the archmage of inca empire ― crosses paths with an ice cold emperor and a cheerful as life itself princess . where does fate take them? Dig in to find out !

"I am Claude de Alger Obelia's beloved wife and the Empress to his Empire. What could be greater than that?". Meet Aurora Marinet Lucifen D'Grantaine. Despite of her unparalleled beauty, this little bitch thinks the world can bow down on one knee if she wanted it to. She thinks she can have everything at will, avoid anything, and make everything as she pleases. Until the very moment she meets the Emperor of Obelia. Whose notorious for being a jerk in Aurora's eyes, due to a failed plan she made. And because of that, she made the biggest mistake of her life by unknowingly imitating Princess Athanasia's actions just to get in the Emperor's good graces. The result? You won't believe it. Aurora gets into the thing she despises the most-marriage, with the man she fears the most- Claude de Alger Obelia. See and read about how our girl does mistake-after-mistake, sex-after-sex, and man-after-man. And how her life as Claude's wife and Empress will turn out. WARNING: THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS OF WHO MADE ME A PRINCESS

"I wonder if I murdered you, would I be charged with regicide or patricide?" A character not even mentioned in one line of the novel. Yet, he's such a significant role in the whole game of perspective. When Athanasia flapped her butterfly wings of change, the effect was far larger than she could expect. It will bring back the First Prince of the Obelian Empire, Dhanvanthri de Alger Obelia.

❝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. ❞ Park Ye-jun was a quiet kid. Smart, but reclusive. And one in his life was his eternal love一 music. He breathed it and he lived for it. And he died for it. And the next time he woke up, his vision was filled with jeweled blue. ↳SPORADIC UPDATES ↳REWRITING CHAPTERS (14/27) storyline © MissNoir11 (𝘕𝘺𝘹) cover © MissNoir11 (𝘕𝘺𝘹)