The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle - Chapter 59: Give It a Little Nursery Rhyme Shock!

One day, Alexander found himself in the middle of the woods. To survive, he used his little knowledge about camping and wildlife, but he was not alone in this journey. Soon, he discovered something he had always wanted—a system. Not just any system, but one that not only gave him buffs but also strengthened his entire territory.This discovery opened Alexander's eyes. He thought to himself, “Right, I reincarnated. I should be the lead!” But things weren't that easy. It took him and his companions months to finally stand on their feet, but after countless struggles and hard work, Emberhold was created—a city that would surely become the center of the world in all aspects: culture, technology, industry, and power... or would it?Follow along as Alexander fights nobles, bandits, pirates, and much more just to survive in the barren lands of the frontier.Hello, everyone! I just want to clarify something, this story is something I have always wanted to create. I actually tried once before and received a lot of engagement, but unfortunately, system stories especially ones like this are so hard to keep track of with all the buffs and whatnots. So I’ll be upfront with you this story is generated by AI.I recently bought the plus version of an AI chatbot just to make myself stories that I have in my brain for a long time but never the energy to write them. I did those just to take myself out of boredom and realized that AI writes stories to my taste at least. That’s when I decided to publish it. Although this story is AI-generated, I do spend time checking everything to make sure it's in place and fixing any mistakes the AI makes, so I’m not entirely lazy XD haha. Without AI, this would be much harder, messier, and confusing for both you and me. Now, I have the mental capacity to check previous chapters for mistakes. Oh yeah, this book got rejected for a contracted so it will be entirely free, I will countinue it just with the same passion as before.Also, this won’t be the only story I write! I already have a solid plan for another story without a system and therefore without AI. I’ll be writing that one fully myself (I will only be asking god gpt for spelling mistakes), so stay tuned! Let me give you guys a hint: how do you feel about modern-day clashing with a medieval fantasy world??Well, that’s all for now! Hopefully, you’ll enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoy reading it along with you guys lol.

18 and naive, Belle Hart thought marriage would end her misery, only to realize it had just begun!What started as a promising love turned out to be a facade, would Belle choose between a second chance or leave? She met her mate, the Duke, who she proposed to when she came of age.A month in, things took a turn. The Duke leaves for war before she could inform him about her pregnancy, only for him to return with a mysterious woman whom he claimed to be his new wife! The audacity! Trouble ensued and Belle suffered a miscarriage as a result.…“What did you just say?” He asked, his gaze darkening.“You heard me well, I seek a divorce. I wish for us to go our separate ways,” she replied, her voice steady as she met his gaze with confidence, though inwardly she was shaken by his presence.“You are my mate, Belle, and I am yours. Divorce is the most foolish notion you could entertain. Do you believe any man would take a worthless creature like you as his wife?” He scoffed, his words biting, causing her heart to ache.…The Duke's refusal pushed Belle into the arms of the king. All she had to do was bear him an heir and he would help her get her revenge!“I want you to marry me, Your Majesty, and aid me in seeking my revenge against the Duke and those who have wronged me. In exchange, I shall bear you an heir before you help me,” she said, her voice steady and full of purpose.What will the choice be?

Transmigrating into a novel one morning, Wen Jing arrived at the side of the one he worshiped and admired the most, becoming a loyal hound that was willing to go through fire and water for his senior brother.

Even the most arrogant cultivator said: “There is no one in this world who can enter my eyes, but only Jun YanZhi is truly noble.”

Wen Jing grew up alongside his senior brother, idolizing his senior brother beyond all means.

Unfortunately, he was ignorant, and as for this novel, he had only read half of it.

Midway through the storyline, he finally realized that things didn’t seem to be the way he thought they were.

Wen Jing: “Last night, Senior brother infiltrated Master’s abode. Master, please take heed.”

His master: “Nonsense! Your master was inside the abode all night last night, and did not see anyone else.”

Wen Jing: “Last night, Senior brother left on his own without permission to meet someone. Martial Uncle, please thoroughly investigate.”

His martial uncle: “Nonsense! Last night your senior brother and I were drinking and chatting merrily, all the way until morning.”

Wen Jing: “Last night, Senior brother was improper towards me……”

His senior sister: “Nonsense! How can your senior brother possibly do that kind of thing? Don’t tell me you’ve long held those kind of intentions towards him, and unable to obtain what you wanted, you’re now framing him?”

Many years later.

Wen Jing: “There’s this evil brute, specializing in using his top-notch, exquisite looks and elegant disposition to fool people, and everyone is in the midst of danger while not even aware of it themselves.”

Jun YanZhi: “If it wasn’t for you, that evil brute would most likely still be struggling in pain and suffering.”

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They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.