Transmigrated Into a Village Orphan Gər!(Taekook)

Jungkook died after a run-in with the zombies in the post-apocalyptic world. He then transmigrated into a ger with the same name as him in a different world. Ger or whatever, he is still the same man that he’s always been. It’s just that he’s known as the *ugliest ger* in the village, and he is also an orphan. But Jungkook, who is overwhelmed with the joy of rebirth, does not care. With his spatial ability awakened in the previous world, he will raise chickens in the village, plant crops, and find someone to accompany him along the way. He will live a simple and peaceful life in this world. So, welcome home, Jeon Jungkook!

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Interesting!🤔 Isn't it?😌
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Married to the Fierce Commander: My Wife is a Forensic Legend

Zoya Ravendra and Kalandra Dirgantara’s marriage was an absolute arranged match, bound without an expiration date. To Kalandra, the formidable Head of the Criminal Investigation Unit, Zoya was merely a burdensome, reticent wife who locked herself away in her room day after day.
But that perception shattered when the serial murder case of "The Puppeteer" reached a dead end. Zoya suddenly appeared at the crime scene, pushing past police lines with an impassive gaze and stating coldly:
"Get your dirty hands off the victim’s neck, Commander. She wasn’t strangled. There’s cyanide residue under her ring finger, and the bruising on the body has been manipulated."
In just five minutes, Zoya unraveled the mystery. Kalandra realized too late that the wife he’d neglected was none other than "The Scalpel"—a legendary forensic genius. Now, Kalandra not only has to hunt down a murderer, but also chase the heart of a wife whose emotions are harder to dissect than any corpse.

Rejected Wolf​

"Emi, wake up! You're going to be late for school again!" I heard my mother shouting from downstairs.
Crap!I muttered under my breath as I noticed sunlight already streaming through my window. I quickly grabbed my phone to check the time, and... Shit, I'm late. I'm going to be late for university again.
I leapt out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to take care of business and at least wash my face. I grabbed the first things I could find—a hoodie and some ripped jeans—and threw them on.
I shot down the stairs, where my mother was already waiting at the bottom, inviting me to have breakfast.
"Sorry, Mom, but I'm running late!" I gave her a hug and dashed out of the house, finding my best friend waiting right outside in her car.
I hopped in and said, "No time for long greetings—let's go or we won't make it!"
Sara laughed at my comment but didn't hesitate to reply as she hit the accelerator, "If I didn't know that my sweet fri—"