

Jinsol lives a ordinary life, finding her only thrill in outrageous K-makjang dramas. One day, a mysterious light pulls her into the drama itself, turning her world into pure chaos. Suddenly a hidden chaebol father appears, her boyfriend's affair is exposed, and her life spirals like a scripted nightmare. Trapped in an inescapable plot, Jinsol discovers the rule: to escape, she must push the drama to No.1. Embracing K-Makjang Level-Up, she unleashes extreme twists, romance, and revenge—until the story turns on her. At the edge of becoming the villain, Jinsol fights back to reclaim her ending and return to real life.
![[ENG DUB] The Sidekick Had Other Plans](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Zoey Devro transmigrates into a novel she already knows the ending of, which is bad news, because she lands as the sidekick to the villainess. In this story, the villainess Elaine Luke ruins everything and takes everyone around her down with her, sidekick included. Zoey has absolutely no interest in that ending. Armed with a system that tasks her with correcting the villainess' worst impulses, she attaches herself firmly to her difficult employer and starts quietly steering the ship. Scheming men get exposed, bad decisions get intercepted, and the villainess slowly becomes someone worth following. Zoey, meanwhile, is building her own empire on the side. She came as a footnote. She is leaving as the whole story.

With her family facing bankruptcy, her father tragically ending his own life, and her mother suffering from severe illness, Amy Cole finds herself with no option but to accept money from Will Ford's mother and leave Will. Several years later, Will's mother looks for her again, asking her to return to Will's side. It turns out that after Amy breaks up with him, Will has been fooling around outside and has no direction in his life. He keeps changing his girlfriends every now and then. On top of that, he even wants to marry a scandalous celebrity. Hearing that, Amy knows that her chance has come. What's wrong with pursuing the man she loves all over again? However, unbeknownst to her, all of this is part of Will's trap.

Maggie Duncan transmigrates into a classic revenge novel as the story's nastiest female antagonist, immediately saddled with a system that demands she accumulate hatred levels or face the consequences. Then the system glitches. Every unspoken thought she has broadcasts directly into the minds of her entire family. Her scheming inner monologue—the complaints, the calculations, the bewildered asides—plays live in real time to the people she's supposed to be tormenting. The plot derails immediately. Her three brothers, who were meant to despise her, become fiercely protective. The cold fiance Trent Stevens, scripted to regard her with contempt, starts hovering in ways that aren't contemptuous at all.The Duncan family's tragic ending quietly ceases to be inevitable. Maggie watches her villainy progress bar drain to zero and has no idea how it happened.

At the graduation ceremony's class change, when the 3S-rank pillar of light—symbolizing the strongest talent—engulfs me, the entire venue falls silent. My awakened profession is actually "Dragontamer," a class that vanished a century ago along with the dragon race! Amid the mocking laughter, I touch the dim dragon crystal in the principal's arms. In an instant, the crystal shatters, ancient dragon roars echo through the heavens, and legendary skills never before recorded materialize in the void. The next day, I enter the forbidden zone and use my blood as a catalyst to awaken dragon spirits that have slumbered for millennia. Nine massive dragons burst through the sky, their wingspans blocking out the sun. In a globally broadcast ultimate showdown, I softly chant in dragon tongue, and the enemy's million-strong army retreats like a tide. It turns out that what dragontamers tame isn't just dragons—it's the wildest power in this world, the immortal war spirit of the dragon race!
![[ENG DUB] After the Last Dragon, I Became a Dragontamer](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
At the graduation ceremony's class change, when the 3S-rank pillar of light—symbolizing the strongest talent—engulfs me, the entire venue falls silent. My awakened profession is actually "Dragontamer," a class that vanished a century ago along with the dragon race! Amid the mocking laughter, I touch the dim dragon crystal in the principal's arms. In an instant, the crystal shatters, ancient dragon roars echo through the heavens, and legendary skills never before recorded materialize in the void. The next day, I enter the forbidden zone and use my blood as a catalyst to awaken dragon spirits that have slumbered for millennia. Nine massive dragons burst through the sky, their wingspans blocking out the sun. In a globally broadcast ultimate showdown, I softly chant in dragon tongue, and the enemy's million-strong army retreats like a tide. It turns out that what dragontamers tame isn't just dragons—it's the wildest power in this world, the immortal war spirit of the dragon race!

Vivian Hale transmigrates into a novel. She is assigned one goal—irritate the tyrant emperor badly enough that he puts her out of her misery, collects her hundred million, and goes home. She schemes, she provokes, she causes chaos at every turn. The Emperor just laughs, pulls her closer, and absolutely refuses to cooperate. What she doesn’t know yet is why. Adrian Kingsley has died and been reborn three times, watching her meet the same terrible ending each time, and has spent every subsequent lifetime dismantling the forces that killed her before she even knows they exist. When the truth finally surfaces, he takes her face in his hands, eyes red, and makes her one quiet promise—his life for hers, every time, as many times as it takes. Vivian, who came here to die on purpose, finds herself suddenly and inconveniently unwilling to lose him.

The night before our 17th wedding attempt, my mafia husband, Rafaeal Holloway, looks at me and promises an uninterrupted wedding. He solemnly swears. "Gianna, I promise you. I told Natalia that even if the sky falls, she'll deal with it alone." I am five months pregnant by then. After three years of dating and five months carrying his child, we've never managed to make it down the aisle because he's canceled the past 16 weddings. Every single time, it's for his sworn sister, Natalia Sullivan. The first time, she claims she has a fever. I spend the whole night at the hospital, still in my wedding dress, just to find out she has a mild cold. The second time, she claims her chest hurts. Rafael abandons me mid-wedding and rushes to her side, while she's out laughing over afternoon tea with friends. The third time, she cries for fear of thunder. He bolts mid-vows and leaves me alone in a hall full of staring guests. But everything's different now. Three days ago, a letter arrived from Northern Silenzio. My father, the Don of the Rossetti family, has finally summoned me home. If Rafael walks away for Natalia one more time, I'll leave for good.

Four years of marriage. One signature—his own—that set me free, though he never realized what he was signing. I was Sophia Moretti, the invisible wife of James Moretti, heir to the city’s most powerful mafia family. But when his childhood sweetheart, the dazzling and privileged Vicky, returned, I finally understood: I had always been temporary. So I played my final move. I slid the papers across his desk—divorce disguised as routine university forms. James signed without a second glance, his fountain pen scratching across the page as carelessly as he'd treated our vows, without noticing he was ending our marriage. But I walked away with more than my freedom. Beneath my coat, I carried his unborn heir—a secret that could destroy him when he finally realized what he'd lost. Now, the man who never noticed me is tearing the world apart trying to find me. From his penthouse to the underworld's gutters, he's turning over every stone. But I'm not some trembling prey waiting to be found. I rebuilt myself beyond his reach—where not even a Moretti can follow. This time, I won't be begging for his love. He'll be begging for mine.