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Wizzard Hunters

Eight years ago, magic destroyed a city. The Red Night erased New Dawn from the map, left eight races traumatized—and proved, beyond any doubt, that unchecked mages were an existential threat. In a single night, a Celestial was slain, the Sentinels were nearly exterminated, and humanity lost its last illusion of safety. Aedran survived. Once the most effective mage-killer in the Guard, he is now a broken lieutenant: an alcoholic, cynical, openly insubordinate man who has done everything possible to disgrace the uniform he still wears. He has no grand ambitions, no faith in redemption—only an obsessive need to ensure that the Red Night never happens again. When the Celestials order the systematic hunting of mages, the Guard responds by creating the MAD—the Magical Anti-terrorism Division, later known as the Wizzard Hunters. Aedran is placed in command. His unit is a collection of rejects: outsiders from other races, cowards, the traumatized, the unwanted. Together, they are tasked with doing what magic itself can no longer be trusted to do—control magic by force, knowledge, and technology. As humanity turns to technocamelium, experimental armor, and pre-industrial innovations to survive in a hostile world, Aedran must confront not only rogue mages, but the consequences of a world rebuilding itself through fear, adaptation, and blood. Wizzard Hunters is a dark, character-focused fantasy about trauma without despair, progress without idealism, and the brutal rebirth of humanity after near extinction. What to expect: • Anti-hero protagonist • Dark fantasy without hopelessness • Violent action and mature themes • Cynical, sarcastic tone • No harem, no romance focus • Hard Magic System It will be published in a one-day-on, one-day-off format. Enjoyed this story? Early chapters & extras on Patreon: patreon.com/DanielJNoble
DanielJNoble · 2.6k Views

Combat Slave Harem

[ Caution: Dark (18+) ] Henry Lukas never got to live. At just twenty years old, he died as a withered old man, his body ravaged by a cruel disease that stole his youth, his future, and every chance at happiness. Abandoned by family, rejected by love, and forgotten by the world, his life ended in a silent hospital room with nothing but regret and bitterness to keep him company. But death was not the end. Chosen by a sadistic Goddess of Mischief, Henry is reborn as Egon Novos in a brutal world he once escaped into through fiction. A world of monsters, slaves, and ruthless survival where the weak are trampled and the strong claim everything. There is just one problem. He is not the protagonist. He is a disposable extra. A nameless sword slave fated to die before the real story even begins. But fate made a mistake. Because Egon remembers everything. Armed with forbidden knowledge of the future, a mysterious trait that lets him see beyond the present, and a heart filled with resentment toward a world that never gave him a chance, Egon refuses to be forgotten again. He will steal what was never meant to be his. The protagonist’s power. Luck. Destiny. everything. In a world where loyalty can be bought and strength is absolute, Egon will rise from nothing and carve his name into legend. Not as a hero… but as the one who devours gods. --- Tags: Isekai, Antihero Protagonist, Dark Fantasy, Harem (Transformative), Revenge, Leveling Systems, Multiple Worlds, Emotional Trauma, Ruthless MC, Psychological Growth, NSFW (After 20), No NTR, No Netorare --- If You're a reader who enjoy brutal isekai with emotional depth, morally grey decisions, and worlds that push both power and sanity to the limit. Current Schedule: 14 Chapters / Week.
Gagarmaru · 33.7k Views

I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.
alvahraaaa · 41k Views