同僚の屍を踏みしめて、私は異形のCEOとなった
目が覚めると、私は見知らぬ数人と共に、終わらない夜のオフィスに閉じ込められていた。 AIの放送が冷たく響く： 「規則一：会社は我が家である」 「規則二：会社は決して我が家ではない」 「規則九：廊下の血痕は正常な現象です。無視してください」 規則を違反すれば、給与が差し引かれる。 給与がゼロになれば、「解雇」される—— そして解雇とは、黒い影に暗闇へ引きずり込まれ、二度と帰らぬことを意味した。 忠誠レポートを拒否した者は、その場で消えた。 助け合った者が「違反」と判定され、瞬時に最適化された。 ただ私だけが、血と猜疑の中から真実を見抜いた： これは誘拐などではなく、歪んだ入社テストだった。 そしてクリアする方法は、なんと——規則そのものになることだった。 徹夜で企画書を作る社畜から、 同僚の屍を踏みしめて昇進し、主管へ。 ついにCEOの部屋のドアを開けた時、 システムの中で無数の怨霊が呻いていた： 「我々はお前に救われたいのではない。 ただ…新しい『我々』になってほしいだけだ」 今、私は社長椅子に座り、 新たな“従業員”たちに微笑みかける： 「ご入社、おめでとうございます。 覚えておいてください。ここに996はありません—— 生き残るか、解雇されるか、それだけです」
聖泉総合病院・地下遺体観察日誌
人混みを避けるため、コミュ障の青年、佐藤悟は、常人なら避けて通る高給の仕事を選んだ。――病院の深夜霊安室の管理人という仕事を。 勤務初日の夜、老警備員の渡辺が、意味深にこう忠告してきた。「ここの死体は、ワケありだ」と。 佐藤はそれを気にも留めなかった。だが―― その夜、冷たい遺体保管庫の中から、S.O.Sを知らせるノック音が響き渡った。勇気を振り絞って確認すると、懐中電灯の光の下で、女の死体にあるはずの散大した瞳孔が、針のように、一点に収縮したのだ！ 直後、不気味な子守唄が四方から響き渡り、彼を深い眠りへと誘う。固く閉ざされたドアの窓に、腐乱した顔が一瞬映り込み、暗い廊下の奥では、関節が逆方向に曲がった〝人〟影が、静かに佇んでいた。 そして極めつけに、監視室に閉じこもった彼の耳に届いたのは、寸分違わぬ渡辺老人の声。全く同じ口調で、何度も、何度も、彼に呼びかける。 「開けてくれ、佐藤君。外は危ないぞ……」
Mafia's Vow: Tainted Saint
To avenge his brother's death, Luciano Vetrano, the ruthless head of the Vetrano family, devises a plan more cruel than death itself. He won't take his enemy's life, but his soul—by claiming the one thing his rival cherishes most: his secret, illegitimate daughter, Sofia. He thought she was just a tool, a fragile pawn in his brutal game. He was wrong. Sofia is no damsel in distress. She is a wild fox armed with thorns, trading her own freedom to protect her innocent sister. Forced into his gilded cage, she meets his every act of humiliation with a sharper tongue and an unbreakable will. But when his calculated cruelty ignites a scorching, undeniable desire, the lines between hatred and obsession blur. He wanted to break her, but he might just find that she is the one who will shatter him. He chose the wrong girl, and now, there's no turning back.
『貧乏OL、死にゲー転生でタワマンを買う
佐藤雛子（さとう ひなこ）、24歳。派遣社員、彼氏なし、貯金なし。唯一の夢は、東京のタワーマンションを買って、悠々自適な生活を送ること。 そんな平凡な彼女が手に入れたのは、物語の「モブ悪役」になって派手に散ることで、視聴者から大金が稼げる【物語没入型チャンネル】だった！ 「夢のタワマン購入のためなら、どんな作戦（ミッション）でもこなしてみせます！」 冷徹な生徒会長に土下座で告白？ エルメスがかかってるなら、喜んで！ 鬼畜社長の高級ベッドにケチャップで落書き？ タワマンの頭金のためなら、芸術的に！ 世界を救う未来のエージェントを演じる？ お金さえ貰えれば、なんだってやります！ 雛子の目的はただ一つ――派手に死んで、稼いで、現実世界に逃げ帰ること。 なのに、死ぬはずのミッションをこなせばこなすほど、なぜか攻略対象（ヒーロー）たちから異常なほど執着されるようになってしまい……！？ 「君は、未来から僕を救うために来たんだろ？」 （いえ、あなたの命より、あなたと一緒にいると発生する“10％割引”の方が大事です……） 世界を救っている（と勘違いされている）守銭奴ヒロインと、壮大な勘違いを続けるヒーローが繰り広げる、すれ違い満載の勘違いラブコメディ！
Bullet Screen Survival: The Death Stream
What if death warnings weren't whispers, but scrolling comments only you could see? It’s half past midnight. A desperate knock on the door—a neighbor is dying. But a blood-red message is flashing in my vision: [DON'T OPEN. YOU'LL DIE.] They call it a hallucination. A breakdown from stress. My best friend thinks I'm losing my mind. My controlling ex-boyfriend insists on "caring" for me. And a trusted psychologist prescribes medication designed to make me "forget." Each death loop, each horrifying rebirth, pushes me further into a nightmare where I am the only one who sees the monsters. In a world where everyone I trust insists I'm insane, my only guidance comes from these anonymous, ghostly messages. But are they a lifeline, or part of a more sinister game? This isn't just a haunting; it's a conspiracy spun around my very mind, and every glitch in my reality pulls me closer to a devastating truth. In a reality woven trom lies, memory is a weapon. But what if the hand that broke it i
Holiday Hockey Tale: The King's Gambit
Clara Vance is a walking disaster, a campus curse just trying to survive her last 155 days of university. With a past forged in the foster system and a mind that wanders, her only goal is to graduate and disappear. But a single moment of courage changes everything. When she saves a little boy from a speeding car, she’s offered a job she can’t refuse: a thousand dollars a week to be his nanny. It's a lifeline, a dream come true. There's just one problem. Her new boss is Caleb Sterling. The cold, arrogant king of the campus. The star ice hockey player known as "The Icebreaker." The man who looks at her with nothing but contempt. Forced into the gilded cage of his family's world, Clara finds herself trapped with the one person she despises. He thinks she's a clumsy nobody; she thinks he's a heartless jerk. But the more time they spend together, the more the ice between them begins to crack.
The Boss's Favorite: The Undercover Wife Can't Escape
I approached the man who controlled the dark nights of Southeast Asia with a mission. He gave me a warmth and affection I had never known, leaving me torn between duty and genuine affection. When my boss threatened my parents' lives, I had no choice but to personally lead him into the ambush. He saw through the deception, yet confined me to his side: "If you don't cherish my love, then taste my hatred." When I thought my life was doomed, he fought back with blood, rescuing my parents from the encirclement. Under the moonlight, he wiped away my tears and said solemnly, "The threats are gone, the obstacles cleared." "Evelyn, now all you need is to love me."
Surviving the Horror Livestream
Aiden Shaw is a failure. His haunted house is a joke, and he's one missed payment away from losing everything. Desperate to save his pathetic livestreaming career, he accepts a strange, free smartphone from a cryptic undertaker. The phone comes with a single, un-deletable app: Veilstream. The moment he goes live, his audience explodes. But his new viewers aren't all living. The biggest donations come from the dead—vengeful spirits who offer him a fortune to investigate their own unsolved murders. Each livestream isn't an exploration; it's a "Scene Replay," plunging Aiden into the terrifying final moments of the victim's life, forcing him to survive the crime as it happens again. To stay alive, he must use his sharp medical knowledge to outwit phantom killers and solve puzzles live on stream. But success comes at a price. With every ghost he helps, a "Death Miasma" clings to him, slowly eroding his connection to the living world and making him a beacon for darker things. As he unravel
The Villainess Reads the Comments
My name is Scarlett Vanderbilt, and my life was written for me. As the heiress to a New York dynasty, my purpose was simple: be the beautiful, vicious fiancée to the brilliant Damien Blackwood, get spectacularly dumped for the sweet, innocent Lily, and then fade into obscurity as a cautionary tale. Everything was going according to plan—right down to the public humiliation and the stinging slap from the man who was supposed to be mine. But then, as I was plotting my suitably evil revenge, something impossible happened. A live stream of comments from another dimension appeared in my vision. [LOL, here we go. The classic villainess revenge plot. She's so basic.] [Can we fast-forward to the part where she fails miserably and he loves the heroine even more?] [This girl has the IQ of a designer handbag. How did she even get into Yale?] They told me I was a character in a cheesy romance novel. A villain destined to be a stepping stone. A joke. Well, this villain just read the comments.
Moonlight Cage: The Obsessive Wolf King's Redemptive Love
The auction house lights were blinding as I was displayed before a room full of monsters. Wolf King Damien’s eyes locked onto me instantly, his voice cutting through all other bids: “She is mine.” That night, in a luxurious carriage, he bit into my neck and sealed a blood pact— “From your soul to your bloodline, you belong to me for eternity.” But I was determined to be the sand that slips through his grasp. Escape, caught. Escape again, dragged back again. He tore apart the attics I hid in, slaughtered the villages that sheltered me, and even when I leaped from a cliff in a feigned death, he dragged me back from the gates of hell itself. “Why won’t you just submit?” he demanded, his eyes burning with furious flames as he crushed the bones in my wrist. I laughed through tears: “Because all you’ve ever possessed is my shell.” All of the Northern Realm witnessed this brutal tug-of-war: An Alpha Wolf King lavished his prey with golden cages and chains, while the prey answered her hunte