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Elara: Sold at birth, is a servant to Alpha Draven. Elara was claimed and bitten by Alpha Draven at a young age and had her wolf removed from her. With no wolf and no power, she is stuck under his power and control. When an announcement comes out about Alpha Prime Darius looking for his Luna, Elara sneaks an entry in for herself. While hiding the fact that she is always claimed and bitten. Expecting to never hear of it again, she is shocked when the Alpha Prime Soldiers arrive to collect her. While Alpha Draven wishes to refuse and keep her, he's powerless and has to follow the order and let her leave. When Elara arrives at the castle, she finds herself standing among other potential Lunas and quickly realises that this competition was never intended to find Alpha Prime's true mate but the best candidate to be Luna. Without a wolf, she is sure she will be gone within the first round. However, she becomes shocked when she isn't sent home, but her being there is nothing more than publicity. Things become more tangled when Alpha Prime Draven chooses a Luna, and on the same day, Elara's wolf is returned to her.

It was the tenth year of the Mechanical Civilization. My girlfriend, who always spoiled her brother to an unreasonable extent, orchestrated my death. Luckily, I was reborn seven days before the arrival of the machines. I bought a heavy-duty truck and evolved the strongest mecha. Close-combat mecha, long-range mecha, weapons, shields, funnels, modules… This time, I wanted the best of everything. My name is Victor Wild. Born to be a victor, born to be wild.

Everyone knows the legend of the Minotaur. But that's all it is to them - a myth. And even then, the myth only tells the tale of a monster slain by a hero. Has anyone bothered to ask the supposed monster for his side of the story? Of course not. And I should know. I am that "monster." I am Asterion, The Minotaur, and the first of my kind. And this is my story. You can decide for yourself who the monster truly is.

On the eve of the National Robotics Championship, I smashed my carefully designed bot to pieces and announced my withdrawal. Everyone said I was a fraud who was quitting out of fear of being exposed. Online, the netizens mocked me relentlessly. Only one person, Adrian Cross, the so-called genius of the century, spoke up in my defense, his voice dripping with false sincerity, "I believe in River Lowell’s skills. Only he deserves to be my opponent. No matter what setbacks he’s facing, I hope he comes back to the arena and proves himself." In my previous life, the robot I built was identical to his. No matter how I tried to prove he had copied me, Adrian stood before the cameras, wearing his benevolent mask, and said, "It’s fine. This robot can go to River. I can always build something even better." His fans swarmed me, tearing me apart online, and no one believed in my talent. I swallowed the humiliation and vowed to rebuild my robot from scratch. However, when I was assembling it, the Power Core in my kit exploded, shattering my skull. That same night, I was rushed into the ICU. Netizens clapped and cheered, saying I got exactly what I deserved. That night, my girlfriend, Lila Hart, signed the hospital’s DNR consent form without hesitation. Until the day I died, I never understood how Adrian had gotten my robot’s data or why Lila had joined forces with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day of the competition.

Miles Grimwine is a second year college student suffering from depression. He sees life as a lacking videogame built only for a single player. With no money, friends, or a positive outlook on life, he is forced to join the enigmatic Aid Club where he teams up with Charlotte Harvey, the school s anti-social cool beauty. Supervised by the university s guidance counselor, the two receive requests from various students on campus as they try to solve the mystery behind the actual purpose of the club, and subsequently, grow their bond.

After my husband's death, I long for him so much that it becomes a mental condition. To put me out of my misery, my in-laws order a custom-made robot to be my companion. But I'm only more sorrowed when I see the robot's face—it's exactly like my late husband's. Everything changes when I accidentally unlock the robot's hidden functions. Late at night, 008 kneels before my bed and asks, "Do you need my third form of service, my mistress?"