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Hunter Cha Eui-jae, who was dispatched to seal a rift that appeared over the West Sea, was flung out as he closed the rift and came to his senses in a garbage dump.Feeling extreme hunger, he was drawn like a zombie to a hangover soup restaurant, where he realized that he had fallen into South Korea, eight years in the future.In this era, disaster alerts notify people in advance of rift openings, ASMR videos of slimes gathered from dungeons are trending, and idle hunters unbox deliveries with A-rank longswords in live streams.Unlike the past, where people trembled in fear of an impending apocalypse, the future is surprisingly peaceful, leaving Cha Eui-jae feeling empty. Since things have turned out this way, why not start a second chapter of life as a part-timer at a hangover soup restaurant instead of a hunter?"That's strange.""...""Have we met somewhere before?"Cha Eui-jae's plan to quietly spend his remaining days as the only part-time worker at the decades-old hangover soup restaurant goes awry when he encounters a mysterious figure in a gas mask...***Raw: [헌터는 조용히 살고 싶다] in RidibooksThis translation is for my own reading, so there is no definite updates

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"How I wish you had first seen your ugly face in the damn mirror before confessing your shitty feelings to me!" He smiled cunningly while taking a sip from his wine.The floor beneath my feet slipped off like an ice as he brutally threw another dagger towards my heart"You are just a piece of shit, YOU UGLY GOLD DIGGER! You should have at least compared our statuses."He spat those words right on my face while his olive green eyes boiled with lava.I cried like a child and voiced my pain in between those merciless hiccups"I neither loved your money, nor your looks, nor your status. It's only your soul which I had dearly loved since 18 years, Shahveer for God's sake don't do this"I begged him while joining both of my hands.His friends laughed hysterically while calling me with abusive names.He came closer and raised his wine up to the level of my eyes making me feel cringe"Apparently, your filthy caliber doesn't match my prestigious one, sweetheart. Your face is not even worthy to be spat upon" And that's when my whole world collapsed.I blurted out something which I shouldn't have had"I pray to my Lord! May you suffer through the same pain which you have given to me" I criedHe laughed"May you madly and deeply fall in love with someone who would also laugh at you"That cunning smile eventually started to fade"May you crazily fall in love only to get humiliation in return and may your heart bleed with the pain of rejection"I continuously denounced evil prayers upon him until my vision started to black outWhat happens when two spiritually opposite souls are destined to be attracted towards each other but one has to lead a regretful life, while the other has to kill all the dreams?To know more, join the painful spiritual journey of an innocent soul and a ruthless man and let the love whisper through your soul.THIS BOOK ONLY BELONGS TO SIDRA AKHLAQ. ANYONE TRYING TO COPY IT OR ACCUSE IT FOR BEING PLAGIARISED WILL BE REPORTED IMMEDIATELY

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" And warn them of the day of intense regret, when the matter shall have been decided; and they are (now) in negligence and they do not believe." - Quran. There are very less of us who can pinpoint their own wrong deeds and even lesser who work harder to make them right before we could cry over them and regret them. Similarly forgiving is hard but admitting your sins and then sincerely apologizing just to achieve the forgiveness is even harder. He was lost in the pit of darkness, he believed that this world is eternal, he forgot the real meaning of life, by name he was definitely Muslim but by deed...? But it doesn't take much longer when Allah tighten his hold, and only the sensible ones can get the 'message' in the moment, the few are there who falls in front of him and ask for his mercy. A sincere call is all just it takes, after all HE is the most merciful of all. *** Highest Ranking:Spiritual #24 03/09/16Spiritual #28 05/08/16Spiritual #53 19/07/16Spiritual #61 16/07/16Spiritual #71 27/06/16Spiritual #96 03/05/16Cover credit: Hershey-z

Some homes are best kept empty...In the town of Havendell, Claire moves into a seemingly ordinary house, hoping to have a fresh start after her parents' divorce. But her new home harbors a malevolent secret.She senses something is terribly wrong. The house isn't merely haunted; it pulses with dark, insidious energy. Her neighbor, who appears to know more than he reveals, offers only cryptic warnings.As the sinister forces intensifies, Claire becomes ensnared by its relentless grip. Surrounded by creeping shadows and evil energies, she must unravel the house's dark past and confront the evil before it consumes her.Will Claire break free from the clutches of the house's terror, or will she become its next victim in a never-ending nightmare?

"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners"(Al-Quran)"Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?"The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs.I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!"I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!!I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me."I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!!Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!!____It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true loveIt's a tale of a diary"It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end"#1 in guiding#6 in Quran#1 in Taqwa#47 in mysteryromance#69 in Islam