Saturn Is Not Too Far (Translation) | Clean Romance

“They say dreams can’t kill you. But mine already have—once.” Sixteen-year-old Neo Zane Cole has always lived with strange dreams—faces he’s never seen, powers he’s never had, and a death that feels too real to ignore. But when he goes in for his routine Bio-Mark Scan, everything changes. The machine glitches. The room freezes. And Neo’s results show something impossible: His bio-reading isn’t normal. It isn’t human. It’s an anomaly. An anomaly the world has only seen once before. An anomaly once connected to the legendary Six Saints. The Saint of Justice. The Saint of Mercy. The Saint of Courage. The Saint of Truth. The Saint of Will. And the final one— the Saint of Wisdom, who was betrayed by the other five. As fragments of forgotten memories stir inside Neo, he suddenly finds himself pulled into a world of secret powers, government surveillance, and people who seem far too interested in who or what—he might be. As danger closes in, and the world looking like it might be thrown into chaos, one thing becomes clear: A new anomaly has awakened. And he might be the strongest one yet.

In a world where cultivation is hidden beneath modern society, power has a limit. Or so they believe. The strongest known realm is the **Saint Realm** the peak of all existence in the mortal world. Beyond it? Myths. Legends. Lies told by ancient ruins. But Su Chen knows the truth. Because he came from beyond it. --- “I didn’t fall… I was sent back.” Once a peak cultivator who stood above countless realms, Su Chen was betrayed at the height of his power and torn apart by forces that feared what he would become. He should have died. Instead He awakens in the body of a useless young master. Weak. Disgraced. The heir of a declining hidden cultivation family. A man everyone looks down on. --- “…Pathetic.” That’s what he thought at first. Until he looked deeper. Until he saw what was hidden beneath this fragile body An existence that should not be born in this era. The Ancient Primordial Body. A physique that doesn’t follow cultivation rules. It breaks them. --- “Saint Realm?” Su Chen laughed softly. “That’s not even the beginning.” --- In a single night, he crosses realms others spend decades chasing. In silence, he crushes assassins stronger than himself. In the shadows, he begins to rewrite the limits of the world itself. But power is never without consequence. Because the moment he changes The world starts to notice. And so does she. “You’re mine now.” Lin Yanyan. A cold, dominant CEO feared in the business world. A woman who built her empire through sheer will. No cultivation. No backing from hidden families. Yet she stands above countless elites. Their marriage was supposed to be a contract. A transaction. A formality. But something changed. --- “You’re hiding something,” she said, her eyes locking onto his. “And I don’t let go of what belongs to me.” --- She doesn’t fear his power. She doesn’t question his secrets. Instead She steps closer. “Then show me,” she whispers. “Or I’ll tear it out myself.” As hidden forces emerge… As ancient realms beyond the Saint level begin to stir… As the truth of the cultivation system starts to crack… One man walks a path that doesn’t belong to this world. And one woman refuses to let him walk it alone. “I don’t care what you become,” Lin Yanyan said softly. Her hand tightened against his chest. “God… monster… or something worse.” A pause. Then a smile. “As long as you’re mine.” And Su Chen? He only looked down at her calmly. “Then don’t fall behind.”

After her death, Lilith awakens in a world where fourteen billion players struggle for survival, power, and the right to continue existing. Over Ten million of them have become Demon Lords, each building their own race, their own territory, and their own army. Demonic Dragon Knights command vast legions, Vampires rise to build empires, and Lords of Catastrophe leave nothing but ruin in their wake. Yet Lilith enters this world as the Primordial Succubus Monarch - and quickly realizes she cannot walk the same path as the others. Instead of endless armies, she is given only three succubi, each unique in their own way, and the system permanently seals her ability to summon more. In a world where power is measured in numbers, such a gift feels more like a death sentence than a blessing. If she wants to conquer this world, she will have to take armies from other Demon Lords, grow stronger despite her limitations, and prove that a demon of desire is not meant only to seduce - but to fight. And above them all stand the Heroes… beings created for one purpose alone. To hunt and kill Demon Lords like her. And Lilith would soon realize… that neither Heroes nor Demon Lords were the true predators of this world. *** You can support me on Patreon: https://patreon.com/TorqQ

In a world where the chosen bear Divine Scars glowing outlines channeling infinite power leaked by Singular Beings humans forge abilities from that endless divine energy. One outline: Lightlinger. Two: Lightrozer. Their strength is bound to one or two domains, dictated by which Divine's energy flows through their scar. However, some only have an outline, with no scar. But the world is never fair. Those not chosen, driven by envy, turn to a darker path. They become Darkens killing and absorbing finite souls through cursed artifacts called Ghost Vaults. Unlike the limited Lights, Darkens craft unpredictable, often fatal abilities from stolen life essence. Souls are finite, and the hunt never ends. The vastness of existence holds boredom in some corners… and alongside it, curiosity guiding everything. Age of Layers dives into the hearts of broken souls where guilt never fades, promises warp lives, and fragile bonds are the only defiance against an indifferent cosmos. It asks one question: What are humans? What to expect : Multiple shifting POVs and perspectives (the story moves fluidly between characters in a mosaic style) Slow-burn psychological dark fantasy focused on human nature, lies, trauma, and coping mechanisms Complex, flawed characters with deep inner contradictions and realistic emotional struggles Themes of indifference, rewritten reality, and “what are humans?” under pressure Non-linear mosaic storytelling with frequent scene shifts, flashbacks, and quiet horror Gradual escalation from intimate family drama and personal fractures to larger cosmic events No traditional heroes or fast power fantasy — the real conflict is internal and systemic Discord: https://discord.gg/3jUR673eXW

WARNING: DARK THEMES, OBSESSION, AND MORALLY DARK CHARACTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. If you can’t stomach unhinged men, manipulation, and a female lead who learns to weaponize her pain—turn back now. WSA SUPPORT. In the sprawling beast-realm galaxies, a woman's power means nothing without a womb that bears fruit. Status, strength, supernatural gifts—all rendered worthless against the singular measure of fertility. Jinx, a descendant from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan learned this lesson in blood and betrayal. For years, she loved blindly. Her werewolf husband, Fenris, repaid that devotion with public humiliation, poisoned meals designed to keep her weak and barren, and a parade of mistresses who laughed at the "broken fox" he kept chained through manipulation. When an "accident" finally claimed her life, Jinx died with his mocking laughter still echoing in her ears. Death, however, wasn't finished with her. She claws her way back from the void, but she doesn't return alone. Bonded to a mysterious system that grants her abilities beyond anything the beast realms have witnessed, Jinx rises—wearing the mask of the fool everyone already believes her to be. Let them underestimate her. Let them see only the barren, broken woman they discarded. They won't see the blade until it's already at their throats. As Jinx dismantles her enemies piece by piece—ruining fortunes, exposing secrets, and watching the mighty crumble—she encounters something she never anticipated: Flynn. A beast lord with eyes that don’t look at her with pity...but hunger. The moment he saw her, he wanted her. Not gently. Not patiently. Completely. And Flynn is not a man who accepts denial. He offers help… but nothing about him feels safe. He’s dangerous. Unpredictable. Possibly just another predator wearing a better mask. Or worse— Someone real. In his unhinged charcater, she think he is another predator in clever disguise? Caught between vengeance and vulnerability, Jinx must navigate deadly politics, unlikely alliances, and the terrifying possibility that not every man deserves her wrath. Burn the world… Or risk her heart in the hands of a man who might ruin her even more completely than the last. But one thing remains certain: those who made her suffer will pay the terrible price.

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

For April-May, book will be updated once a week, between Fridays/Saturdays/Sundays. Stay tuned! * Lavenia has been engaged to Damien, an alpha descendant who loves to have an affair. After catching Damien's infidelity for several times, Lavenia began to get fed up and took the initiative to cancel their marriage. Unfortunately, her father didn't approve her idea. Until a mandate came from him, that he would allow her to annul the marriage only if she found a candidate who was far better than Damien. Lavenia finds four at once! Jaxon Rhymes, the blonde haired and grey-eyed, an introvert artist; Rayden Kim, the dark grinned, a CEO of one of the great company in the world (as well as an underground business owner unknown to many people); Hero Satoshi, the unique—small almond-shaped eyed, her lecturer; and Alex Lane, the blue-eyed, cold-eyed the doctor who her father knows well. And all of them are well above average! The five of them signed the treaty, partyed, and went crazy! Until Lavenia finds herself pregnant and of course, one of the four men who spends the hottest, wildest, and craziest night she's ever met, must be the baby's daddy. However, she wasn't even sure. So, whose seed has formed the fetus in Lavenia's womb? * Slow-burn werewolf romance ✅ A slice of humor ✅ A cup of werewolf action ✅ Li'l bit of sweet love ✅ A tea-spoon of intrigue ✅ A pinch of spicy ✅ Hope you love it.

I'll cut straight to the chase for you. This story will follow an OC called Asher, who has... quite a personality. He... unlike normal people... jumped in joy when he realized he got transmigrated into shadow slave. I think that speaks enough about his character. And no, please, he is not some psychopathic killer. And no, this is not harem. Few may find the MC annoying but stick with him, he will turn out to be goooood. Also, there will be comedy, and it will be funny(I hope) This fic will have slice of life moments and crazy plot twists. If I say anything else, it is a potential spoiler. Read it. [All credit goes to G3 the GOAT and Grammarly my wonderful editor]

For those who fought in war, war never ends. But John’s war has just begun…a war that has ended in Future. Now back in the past as a Soviet soldiers... Guderian? Rommel? Manstein? The USSR needs only one soldier… Dmitri.