Philippine Administrative System

Geraldina was an intersex whose life seemed to be only tied to her crazy love for her ex, until the same guy dragged her into a whole new and insane journey. "He's always dragging me into strange things. My life is this messed up because of him!" Dina complained to her system Zero-one "Then let me take you away" A certain target said "Whaa???" All of a sudden, the mission took the weirdest turn with her targets now 'targeting' her with their crazy love. This wasn't right! Her heart was only for her Jack...Right? "Zero-baby help me~ I don\'t know who\'s the target anymore!" Dina whimpered in confusion "Come into my arms then" Zero suddenly said with a strange seductive smile and the same crazy, infatuated look the targets had in their eyes! "EH?!" THIS TRANSMIGRATION SUDDENLY BECAME STRANGE!

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets leveled up into guardians. Three per person. That was the cap. My buddy dropped serious cash on three Caucasian Shepherds. My landlord dumped his fish and started raising crocodiles. My girlfriend bolted to the zoo and came back with a lion. Me? I had three strays. Bubba—blind. Missy—lame. Snowy—barely a month old. The second the system locked pet slots, I knew I was screwed. I barricaded myself inside with my three "broken" cats and kept my head down. Day one—fear. Day two—helpless. Day three—the cats strolled back in, tails up, dragging something I didn't recognize. Bubba looked at me. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" I just stared.

Mae has been hunted, branded, and sold. Every system she touches breaks, every place she hides collapses, and she has no idea why. Until the Fallen Five take her. Ashar the unyielding. Riven the haunted. Kaine the weapon. Lucien the shadow-born. Sethis the hacker-devil with a grin. Each of them is bound to Mae in ways none of them understand, drawn to her by threads of fate tangled long before she was born. Their broken home stirs when she arrives, as if recognizing its missing piece. So do their hearts. The galaxy calls her dangerous. The Fallen call her theirs. Ancient prophecy calls her the Divine Fracture, a living reset bound to all five of them. Mae never asked to save anyone, never asked to love anyone. But the more she falls for each of them, the more her power awakens and the more dangerous the truth becomes.

Will he give her the confidence she needs to further her career? Or will he spoil all her hard work? Samaire Grainger values her privacy and is determined to be the best at her job. But with a high-profile job opportunity on the line, she must go from the girl in the corner, the squeaky-clean wallflower, to a party girl, a heartbreaker, in just one week. To do that, she needs the help of Dominic Weston, her favorite client… and secret crush. He’s sexy, a notorious bachelor, and just the right bad boy to destroy this good girl’s reputation. Only Samaire didn’t count on Dominic’s spontaneous streak, or that his brand of improvising could turn their strictly professional relationship into something intensely personal… and incredibly hot. Now Samaire has to trust him with her future, her body, and her deepest secrets. And hope that by week’s end, she’ll have Dominic out of her system without breaking her heart in the process…

Monica stared at the beautiful girl in front of him, and he couldn't look away. Her waist might be the narrowest waist that he had ever seen, and he was wondering how it felt to hug that waist. Finally, he made up his mind and decided to say hello to her, but suddenly... [Target has been found!] "Huh?" [Welcome to Scumbag System!] [The more woman you have, the more rewards you will receive!] [As a starting gift, you have received "Japanese Food Cooking Mastery"!] [As the first target has been found, you also receive 500 million yen on your back account!] [The journey has only been started!] [Work hard, young man!] "???????" Monica frowned and said, "I refuse!" without hesitation, but after a while... "I refuse!... I really refuse!... I really try hard to refuse!... Sorry, I can't refuse it...." Monica tried really hard, but he couldn't...

In a near-future society, where the HarmonyMatch app governs the bonds of matrimony, the path to love is algorithmically determined. For the young and hopeful, turning 25 means eagerly awaiting the app's verdict, believing it will guide them to their soulmate. But for our heroine, fate takes an unforeseen twist. As the day of her app-mandated match arrives, the digital scales of destiny tip unexpectedly, pairing her not with her ex boyfriend but with a young prince, third in line for the throne. Faced with an irrevocable royal engagement, she enters a world of opulence and duty, leaving her past life behind. Amidst the grandeur of the palace, she encounters a life vastly different from her own and a prince burdened with responsibilities he never sought. But within the gilded halls and amid palace intrigues, they discover hidden passions and dreams that draw them closer. As feelings bloom, they must decide whether to reveal a glitch in the system and risk the kingdom's stability or uphold their duties at the cost of their hearts.

In the ruthless city of Highcrest, power is everything and Alpha Commander Riven Kaelthorne has it in absolute measure. Cold, arrogant, and untouchable, Riven has built his authority on control and a vow never to bond. Destiny, to him, is nothing more than a weakness dressed up as fate. Ari, an unranked Omega with no pack and no protection, has survived by staying quiet and invisible. But one violent night shatters that safety, igniting a forbidden bond between them one Riven publicly rejects and the ruling Council swiftly condemns. To them, Ari is a threat to stability. To Riven’s command, he is a liability that must be erased. Ordered to ignore the bond and pushed out of Riven’s life, Ari is forced to endure rejection not just from the Alpha who claimed him in the dark but from a system designed to protect power at any cost. As political pressure tightens and danger closes in, Riven’s control begins to crack, and denial becomes far more dangerous than desire.

My coworkers and I are forcibly dragged into a bizarre game with the initial title displayed as "War of the Plants". Everyone crowds around to choose camps or safe houses with abundant water resources. I am the only one who picks a plastic apartment in the desert with no water or electricity. My female supervisor mocks me in front of everyone, saying I must be out of my mind. No one is willing to team up with me, and they even bet I won't last three days. When choosing abilities, everyone rushes for practical powers like spatial storage or metal control. I, however, choose reverse photosynthesis that allows me to gain energy from air humidity. Everyone immediately mutes me in the game. Clearly, no one wants to hear my desperate cries for help later. But when the system revokes team permissions and administrator functions, everyone is stunned. The game's name is reset to "Magnet Apocalypse".

Could my day get any worse? From getting harassed by a pervert on the bus this morning, to spilling food on customers and getting my pay docked, to catching my bestfriend screwing my girlfriend and then getting into an accident that dumped me in this goddamn place where we play deadly games just to survive. They call it The Erevos. Ten zones, impossible rules, and players who’ll kill to stay alive. Every second here is a fight, every choice could be your last. And the worst part? The bastard running this system is the same man who ordered the hit at the bar the one who sent men to beat me senseless. Now, the game isn’t just about surviving. It’s about finding my lifeline, earning a second chance, and making every single bastard who put me here pay. Do I have what it takes to survive this nightmare? Or will this be the place I finally die?

On International Women's Day, I spent twelve hours straight in a live stream, selling $5 million worth of product. When it came time to settle my commission, my aunt and boss, Sandra Holt, quietly transferred my $400,000 cut into her own account and handed me $500, labeled as a meal stipend. She took my hand with a warm, motherly smile. "Sweetheart, you're still an intern. Taking that much money at your age would hurt your career development. Let me hold onto it for you. Put it toward a car someday." I looked at the sharp calculation behind her kind eyes. I didn't argue. I took the money without a word. That night, I deleted my account and vanished, taking my entire product-sourcing system with me. The next morning, Aunt Sandra stared at a live stream with ten viewers and finally started blowing up my phone.