

Toe Bean's best friend has sent her a romance game that's apparently "very popular, features a white-haired and red-eyed male lead, and allows verbal communication". So, Toe puts on a pair of smart glasses and begins her immersive journey excitedly. But thanks to an error her friend has made, Toe has actually entered an immersive horror game named "Manor of Mists". Relying solely on her desire to redecorate the manor and her misunderstanding toward romance games, Toe is able to transform the creepy manor into a cozy-looking home. Not only has she brought peace to the malicious spirits haunting the manor, but she has also converted the boss, who's supposedly a cold-hearted murder machine, into a perfect boyfriend who acts cute, knows how to cook, and is willing to travel through dimensions for her sake.

When Lynn died, Minna's father met a tragic end at the hands of her half-sister, who shoved him off a high-rise building in front of her own eyes. The man Minna loved most, Ethan, was the one who personally ensured her imprisonment. Enduring three years of torment behind bars, Minna was left shattered by Ethan's parting words: "Take good care of her." Determined to reclaim all that was lost, Minna emerges from her incarceration, vowing to restore what was taken away.

A devoted wife is buried alive by her husband and his mistress. She survives. Now she's back—not as the woman they betrayed, but as someone else. Someone with money. Power. And a score to settle. Revenge is a dish best served cold. But Lena's revenge is served with a new face, a new name, and a partner who has just as much to lose.

After a childhood tragedy, Jenna Avery can see the dead. The ability doesn't fix anything. It just makes life exhausting and lonely. Then the spirit of Jasper Hart, a man left in a coma by an accident, shows up. Only Jenna can see or hear him, and their strange cohabitation begins. They bicker, help restless ghosts find closure, and slowly grow closer. But a nameless threat draws near and a buried past starts to surface. Can they survive, and can Jasper make it back to his body?

Richard, a broke, sharp-tongued black-market vet, gets evicted from his rundown flat and is hired at an astronomical rate by the mysterious noblewoman Catherine to be the night keeper of Ashford Manor. His plan is simple: coast through the shift, collect his paycheck, and get out. But when he stumbles into a forbidden zone to save a mortally wounded Abyssal Royal Squid, he inadvertently completes the seal on an S-class calamity—and the overflow magic floods straight into him. Suddenly, the entire world thinks some legendary hidden powerhouse just obliterated the disaster. He keeps healing beasts for the money, but the more he heals, the stronger he becomes, earning him an A-rank agent badge from the DMTC. As he digs deeper into the manor's secrets, he uncovers the horrifying truth—this is no mansion, but a crumbling prison built on the souls of fourteen ancestral guardians, barely containing thousands of calamities. And he has been chosen as the sole heir to inherit their power and end a century-long nightmare.
![[ENG DUB] Acid Rain Apocalypse: My Farm System vs. the Zombie Queen](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
During the acid rain apocalypse, the global order has collapsed.Humanity is faced with imminent danger that threatens their survival.In my previous lifetime, I cowered in my safe house and counted down the days of survival with great difficulty. But Amy Carter's jealousy toward me caused me to get attacked by the villagers. In the end, I died under the zombies' hungry maws.When I get reborn, I receive an RV at a village ceremony and modify it. Not only that, but I've also awakened a farm system. I get to live my life without worrying about my basic needs.On top of that, I've obtained great combat power, too.Meanwhile, Amy has awakened a system of her own that allows her to evolve and command zombies around her. In this lifetime, she vows to kill me no matter what. This marks the start of the apocalyptic vendetta between us.

Dylan, a revered figure of Mount Colon, fails in meditation and awakens in the body of a ridiculed "simp." When forced into a marriage of convenience, he demands dowry upfront. Criticized for his temper, he retorts, "You're so nice—why not just tolerate it?" A live-in husband? In his world, no one can stop him from being arrogant!
![[ENG DUB] I Bought the Apocalypse With Nethernotes](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
With the arrival of the ghosts, nethernotes became the world's hard currency. While others were still fighting over a few nethernotes,Morgan had already used trillions of them to acquire vast estates. He became a rule-setter in this new world order and soared to the top.

I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power. In those nine years, he betrayed me countless times. The first time, on my birthday, he announced that the celebration belonged to another she-wolf he had just met. The second time, I brewed medicine for his injuries, only to be accused by the Elders of bewitching the Alpha. He didn’t defend me—instead, he ordered me to be whipped in front of the entire pack. The third time, I was three months pregnant. He stood there, watching as his childhood sweetheart pushed me down the stone steps. I lost our pup that day. Nine years. Three thousand two hundred nights. I endured his indifference, his humiliation, his contempt. Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table. Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle. It was his 200th betrayal. When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me. His words were sharper than fangs: “Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.” At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant: “Prepare the council’s tea. Now.” I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.” He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark. Ours was an agreement, nothing more. And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends. I gathered the Luna emblem, the wedding ring, and our only wedding photo—and burned them all. In three days, I’ll leave this pack. I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research. And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.

I have been bound to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He is pureblood, the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I… I was chosen as nothing more than a “temporary Luna,” a political pawn to steady the pack’s power. In those nine years, he betrayed me countless times. The first time, on my birthday, he announced that the celebration belonged to another she-wolf he had just met. The second time, I brewed medicine for his injuries, only to be accused by the Elders of bewitching the Alpha. He didn’t defend me—instead, he ordered me to be whipped in front of the entire pack. The third time, I was three months pregnant. He stood there, watching as his childhood sweetheart pushed me down the stone steps. I lost our pup that day. Nine years. Three thousand two hundred nights. I endured his indifference, his humiliation, his contempt. Last night, at the Silverfang Pack’s full-moon feast, he openly entwined his hand with a young Omega’s while I sat abandoned at the far end of the Alpha’s table. Every gaze cut into me—wolves whispering, mocking, savoring the spectacle. It was his 200th betrayal. When the feast ended, Ryan didn’t even look at me. His words were sharper than fangs: “Don’t forget, your Luna title is only temporary.” At dawn, he descended the Alpha’s staircase, his voice cold and commanding as if I were a servant: “Prepare the council’s tea. Now.” I met his gaze without flinching, my voice steady, stripped of all submission. “I’m sorry, Alpha. That is no longer my duty.” He seems to forget—we were never bound by a mark. Ours was an agreement, nothing more. And today marks the third-to-last day before that agreement ends. I gathered the Luna emblem, the wedding ring, and our only wedding photo—and burned them all. In three days, I’ll leave this pack. I will return to the secluded Herbal Academy, reclaim my research. And this time, when I walk away, I will never return.