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Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes

Ghost portals opened all across the world, and getting possessed seemed as common as catching a fever. As such, humanity was forced to live in safe zones that were steadily shrinking day by day. Yet to Lana, nothing was new. She was reborn on the day when the true daughter of the Almond family returned. She watched as Brenda, her murderer from the past life, was pampered by the Almond siblings. “Lana, you should know your place and leave.” Eldest Young Almond ordered with glacial disdain. “A wretch like you never belonged to the Almond Family. Pitiful mutt.” Second Young Master Almond chuckled, his venom-laced words resounding, “And if possible, stop comparing yourself to Brenda. She is a rare awakened Dream Warden, while you... sigh. Marry a beggar, and that would be the grandest achievement in your life.” “I always wondered why a dim-witted person like her ended up as our sister. Sigh... I am concerned that she might perish after being possessed by a roadside ghost.” The Third Young Master derided. For safety and peace, Lana left the Almond family and forged her own empire. Trash? She became a supreme Talisman Practitioner! Marry a beggar? The wealthy heirs in Brookvale lined up to wed her! Die in the hands of a roadside ghost? The specters in the ghost zones trembled upon hearing her name! Poor mutt? Heh! Her business empire earned her billions of dollars every single month! Even her past life’s moonlight was shamelessly flirting with her! Lana never thought that her past life's misery was orchestrated by a schemer, neither she thought that her luck was stolen away by the docile lovable daughter of the Almond family. In this life, she vowed to live a thriving life and protect her luck. She fought off ghosts haunting her world while fighting the mysterious forces. .......................................................................................... Extract “Mister, I feel a connection with you. Would you like to adopt me?” Lana fluttered her eyelashes while gazing at the handsome young man with lustrous black hair. Yet what intoxicated her the most was the radiant purple and gold aura around her past life’s moonlight! So delicious! She longed to devour him whole! “No.” His deep voice reverberated in Lana’s heart, making her freeze for a second. ‘Ah... sure enough... an untouchable flower like him... is out of my league!’ “However... I do need a silver cat.” His words were laced with ambiguity as he stared at her intently, “Especially the dauntless one that loves to sneak into my bed at night and claw my admirers.” Lana •silver cat•: “...” Ugh... no, it’s not me .....................................................................................
LittleRabbit1111 · 689.9k Views

disaster world

In the year 3751, humanity no longer rules only Earth. Civilization has spread across planets, dimensions, and galaxies where cultivation, advanced technology, and ancient energies coexist. Powerful warriors capable of destroying cities stand beside futuristic empires powered by spirit technology, while countless species fight for dominance among the stars. At the center of this vast world stands Ling High School, one of humanity’s elite cultivation academies responsible for training future protectors, generals, and dimensional warriors. And within that academy exists Huang Ming. A first-year student ranked at the very bottom. A Trainee Warrior. Born into poverty within Meiying City, Huang struggles simply to survive among monstrous geniuses blessed with overwhelming talent, powerful bloodlines, and advanced cultivation techniques. Compared to students like Luna Ling, a legendary warrior saint candidate, or Kael Riven, the terrifying prodigy of the Elite Division, Huang appears painfully ordinary. Weak. Untalented. Forgettable. But hidden beneath Huang’s unstable body lies something abnormal. Something that should not exist. While others follow structured cultivation systems built upon perfection and balance, Huang’s body evolves through instability, adaptation, and collapse. His cultivation refuses to follow normal laws, causing his energy, meridians, and even existence itself to fluctuate irregularly. Then one night— Huang awakens a mysterious female system named Lyra inside a fractured inner dimension hidden deep within his soul. Together, they begin walking a path never meant to exist. A path capable of breaking the laws of cultivation itself. As humanity faces dimensional invasions, alien civilizations, higher realms, and ancient beings beyond comprehension, Huang slowly discovers that his existence may be connected to something far greater than anyone realises. In a universe ruled by rankings, talent, and perfection— Huang Ming may become the one anomaly capable of surpassing them all.
RALI · 6.4k Views

Danmachi - Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi fanfic I was supposed to land in Japan. Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest. Then the sky screamed. Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air? I laughed once, stupidly, and then— Ding. That should’ve been the end. I woke up on cold stone. No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells. Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger. A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was. Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed. An orphan on a scholarship back home. An extra here. Or so I thought. That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not. Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario. A nobody who climbed too fast. An outsider who survived too much. Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream. I followed— not to replace him, not to steal his encounters— but to live them. And if fate had dragged me here, then this time, I would answer it on my feet.
pinkD3VIL · 437.3k Views

Anime Crossover: Starting with Cronus, I'm Terrifyingly Strong

[Starting with Cronus + Kamen Rider + Crossover Anime + Tanzaburo Tojima + Nisekoi + Multiple Heroines] Transmigrating to various anime worlds, Shiraishi Shin begins as Kamen Rider Cronus. In the realm of the God of Time, day and night are but a thought away, and time stops and flows backwards only for him. On campus, Shiraishi Shin is a gentle, cheerful, and sunny male god, but when facing strange people, he is a cold-blooded judge and a grim reaper. The city's impurities, the Amazon lurking in the shadows, the constellation apostles on campus, the Shocker monster causing chaos, and monsters from other knight worldviews in the dimensional rift, and the BOSS. When he is Kamen Rider Cronus, he puts his index finger to his lips and says, "Shh, during the trial, the scene must remain serious." When he was Kamen Rider Eternal, he gave a thumbs-down sign and said, "When you get to hell, just say my name, Shinigami, and you can skip the toll." When he is in Kamen Rider Evol Black Hole form, his right hand spins like a black hole: "This day next year will be your death anniversary, Ciao." When he was the Blade of the God of War, he pressed his thumb down on his index finger and said, "Don't misunderstand, I just want to kill you all, or be killed by you all." When he is Oma Zi-O: "If you do not bow to the king, you have already lost your true destiny. Your name is on the Reincarnation Stele. Bow with each step. If you are devout and sincere, your sins will be halved on the road to rebirth." All sorts of weirdos: What? I'm taking on the Knight Boss one-on-one? ... The tentative list of female leads includes: Alisa who speaks Russian from time to time, Shiina Mahiru, the angelic neighbor, Okada Yuriko, the eccentric Takumi, Kirisaki Chitoge, Kato Megumi, and Kasumigaoka Utaha, the black-stocking fanatic. [want to support me? you can do it here:https://ko-fi.com/szacht]
SzachT · 256.1k Views

Project - 01

Something strange is happening to the world. “As all of you can see, the current situation here has gotten completely out of control—” “It is hard to believe that the world’s most prominent biotechnology company has been attacked by terrorists—” All the news channels broadcasted nothing but the strange murders taking place. The internet was flooded with whispers of the ongoing crisis. The scent of death lingered in the air as casualties mounted, leaving nothing but sorrow and mourning in their wake. Everything changed after the infamous 'Bloody Night'—an incident whose true cause remains unknown to the public. The being responsible for this unrest, shrouded in the shadows of mystery, looked at the piled-up bodies and thought: How can humans be so cruel? Are they any different from the savage entities they call ‘Demons’? No. They are the demons themselves. Determined to exact his revenge, he marches forward to avenge his loved ones and seek answers to the mysteries revolving around him. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Project-01: A mysterious saga of secrets and terror. Originally published on Webnovel by [Asura_26]. Also available on Royal Road by [Asura_26] as of July 25, 2025, and on Scribble Hub by [Asura_26] as of May 10, 2026. Support the Author & Get Updates: Instagram: @wandering_existence_ X (Twitter): @Asur_26
Asura_26 · 34.1k Views

Marvel: God of Spotlight, The Homelander

"I am not Superman. I am Homelander." The whisper was an internal prayer, a caustic reassurance. Outside the glass tower, the world saw only the Homelander, the Icon, the Man Who Flew the Bomb. They saw the perfect, smiling face of the hero who, in the chaos of the Battle of New York, carried a nuclear warhead through the wormhole and saved a city. The cheers from the streets below—the deafening, worldwide adoration—were the fuel for his ascension. He was crowned their king, a savior in star-spangled spandex. In this new reality, fame wasn't just influence; it was power. He had a system now: the Superstar System. The higher the popularity, the stronger the abilities. It was a viciously simple contract, one he embraced completely. "Matt," he purred into the spotlight, curing the blind lawyer's eyes on live television. "Your city needs an icon, not a devil. Let the light in." He assembled his own team—a perfectly marketed, perfectly managed Super Seven—with Spider-Man now running PR and Daredevil as his reformed protégé. Every action was a performance; every enemy, a prop. When the news of a purple alien named Thanos reached his gilded penthouse, Azu smiled, a blinding, dangerous flash for the cameras. "Thanos," he murmured, the adoration of billions surging through his veins, making his skin feel like charged steel. His eyes flared with a dazzling red light that promised annihilation. "I heard you're going to wipe out half of my fans?" He was trapped in the Marvel universe, now its most powerful celebrity. And the show had only just begun.
HeroicVerse · 1.1m Views