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Hurled into the Honkai: Star Rail world by a Dimensional Cut, Qi Qiong—who deeply regretted not letting Master Optimus go all out—was left with only half of his name: Qiong. "Why does a worldline with Qiong also have Stelle?" Qiong wondered internally. How could anyone possibly resist coming up with a ship name for them? He found himself bound to a Honkai Game System. Except... System, aren't these Valkyrie character cards you're giving out a little... off? 'Qiong' stared at the dumbfounded, grey-haired young man in his field of vision, then numbly looked down at the crimson Stigmata emblazoned upon his own chest. --- On the Herta Space Station, a certain Seele Vollerei maiden hailing from the Sea of Quanta left Silver Wolf utterly captivated, constantly haunting her thoughts. In Belobog, the elder Bronya from Honkai Impact 3rd declared urgently, "Everyone, the situation is critical! Let's just eliminate the traitor, Cocolia!" On the Xianzhou, Li Sushang from Honkai Impact 3rd stared dumbfounded at the local Sushang, who carried herself like a sword immortal reborn. "D-Do I... have a twin sister?" she stammered. In Penacony, Acheron gazed at the woman who looked almost exactly like her—the one known as 'Raiden Mei'—and the cheerful, white-haired girl smiling brightly beside her. Acheron fell into a long, speechless silence. Is this... am I dreaming? Eden was deep in discussion with Kafka about the intricacies of music. Murata Himeko shared fine wine and conversation with Himeko. Elysia spent time with a mysterious girl named Cyrene... No one knew that these seemingly different Valkyries were, in reality, all the same person. And behind Qiong, occasionally pulling the strings when needed, was the 'Auto AI' stand-in.
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My Harem Will Help Me Get My Revenge

[Warning: Mature Content 18+, Harem, System, No NTR!] He was only ten years old when his world turned to ash. Hidden behind a door, shivering with helplessness and fear, the boy peered through the keyhole and watched his parents die. He never knew who killed them. He never even saw the faces of those who took everything from him. The terror was too much for a ten-year old boy. His mind shattered, erasing that night from his memory. And then everything was blank, darkness in front of his eyes as he lost consciousness. When his eyes opened again, a man stood before him, a stranger with a gentle smile and eyes filled with something strange… pity? Or something else? "What happened here boy?” “Happened where?” “You don’t remember, do you?" "Remember what…? Where is father? My Mother?” "I guess this is for the best.” “Good boy. Your father was my dearest friend… and now, you are my responsibility. From now on, you will be my son." "You have no one left, boy… but I can make sure no one ever takes anything from you again." The man said gently. And then that man forged him into something inhuman. A weapon honed to perfection, a shadow lurking in the underworld. The mere whisper of his name - Draugr, A ghost that never truly dies, sent grown men into cold sweats, their legs trembling beneath them. The boy soon outgrew his master and carved his own legend in blood. But all this while he never stopped searching—for the ones who killed his parents, for the truth, for revenge. And finally, after fifteen years of silence, he was close. The last clue he needed was just within his grasp. It was so close, yet just an inch out of his grasp. He was ambushed, a trap he never saw coming. Wounded, bleeding out, fighting for his life against an army of men and women eyeing to claim his life, he should have died. But fate had something else stored for him. Barely holding onto life, he stumbled into a girl—fragile-looking, yet completely unafraid of the monster before her. She didn’t run. She didn’t scream. Instead, she smiled. She saved him. Took him to a hospital. And as he lay unconscious, she made her plans. But when he woke up… He had lost everything, He remembered nothing. Not just the truth of his parents' murder. Not just the years of searching. Not just the enemies and allies he'd made along the way. Not even his own name. Twenty-five years of his life—wiped clean. Now, in a world that fears his very name, with ghosts of a past he can no longer remember hunting him in the shadows—he must decide: Is he still the Draugr they all fear? Or is he just a man searching for the pieces of himself? And who is the girl who stole his fate and bound it to hers? ******
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