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Starships Over Starlight

Zachary Chase never asked to be a noble. One moment he was a sleep-deprived gamer; the next, he woke up in the body of a disgraced young aristocrat in the Star Glory Empire—galaxy calendar 3030. His new "territory" is a cosmic joke: no Star Gate, bankrupt resources, a single rusted patrol ship held together by duct tape and prayers. The Empire has written him off. His rivals are circling. And to make matters worse, a mysterious Super Interstellar Fleet System just bound itself to him, offering impossible technology—T3 battlecruiser blueprints, starship engineering knowledge, and a very strange condition. Because the system's first rule? His fleet can only recruit female soldiers. But Zachary isn't complaining. While other commanders fight over politics, he starts building. No Star Gate? He'll invent one. No warships? He'll manufacture destroyers, frigates, and carriers by the dozen. His drone swarm tactics become legend. His all-female crew—backed by the system's Luck Bonus and Eye of Insight—outmaneuvers every enemy fleet that dares test him. Soon, the Empire's generals are baffled. Rival nobles are terrified. And a certain down-and-out noble is suddenly commanding a T5 fleet before the Empire even finishes researching its first prototype. Passersby beg to enlist. Recruiters offer blank checks. Even the Imperial Princess takes notice. Zachary just smiles and points to the recruitment sign: "Sorry. My starfleet only recruits female soldiers." In a galaxy where truth is measured in cannon range and power is written in starship hulls, Zachary Chase is rewriting the rules—one battlecruiser at a time.
Artee_1422 · 46.6k 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 · 205.3k Views

ARKSTORM

"Was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?" For a century, the continent of Laurasia has been a sepulchre of ash. What was once a tranquil expanse of kingdoms and emerald forests is now a Demonic Hell, usurped by the Demon Legion. Skeletons and carcasses are the only harvest in lands where humanity once thrived. Now, the few remaining bastions of mankind flicker like dying embers against an encroaching, eldritch night. In the heart of this chaos, within the high walls of the Capital, lies the Sanctus Sanctum—the supreme echelon of Mageia and the iron fist of the Magis' Guild. Seraph was the Sanctum’s ghost. A lowly orphan whose family was slaughtered by the swarm, he lived as a frail Acomage, bullied to the brink of death by noble-born magis who used "Mageia duels" as a veil for cruelty. After a ruthless assault left him broken and coughing up poisoned blood in a desolate infirmary, the boundaries of the multiverse fractured. A mysterious soul from a dark dimension—ancient, cunning, and lethal—has merged with the dying youth. Two fates, forged into a single, unstoppable entity. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has awakened with eyes that see the hidden truths of the world—one Gold, one Azure. He possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies the ancient laws of the Magis' Guild. Seraph is no longer the victim cowering in the shadows. He is the master of a power that even the Demon Legion will come to fear. From the blood-stained halls of the Sanctum to the frontlines of the Great War, he will not just survive. He will become the cataclysm that ends it. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the Storm. (⌐■_■)
TDMarches · 40.5k Views

Douluo: Brutally Reviewing the Goddesses—Bibi Dong Breaks Down!

{Anti-Tang, Anti-Xiaogang] In the Douluo Continent, Song Ye awakens the Sharp Commentary System. As long as he completes the system’s daily commentary tasks, he can obtain rewards. However, he never expected that every one of his sharp comments would be seen by the women of Douluo. … [Please comment on Bibi Dong’s view on love.] Song Ye: Love? She could even fall for Yu Xiaogang. She must have been truly desperate. Bibi Dong: What do you mean by that?! Who said it? Come out right now! [Please comment on Qian Renxue’s strategy.] Song Ye: Wasting ten years only to end up making a wedding dress for Tang San. And that’s called strategy? Qian Renxue: What?! Who is Tang San? How dare he ruin my grand plan! [Please comment on Bai Chenxiang’s choice.] Song Ye: Heh. Bewitched by Tang San and married a ladybug. What did she even gain from it? Bai Chenxiang: “I will never marry a ladybug! And who is Tang San? I’ll kill him!” [Please comment on Liu Erlong’s intelligence.] Song Ye: Using Spirit Hall’s theories to pretend to be a master, yet she still fell for it. What do you think? Liu Erlong: What?! Xiaogang’s theories were stolen? He actually lied to me?! [Please comment on…] … As more and more sharp comments appear, Song Ye grows stronger through the rewards and eventually surpasses even the God Kings. But when he looks back, something feels strange. Why have all the female characters suddenly become normal… And why are they all clinging to him now? — Daily Updates X3 — For Early Access: [[email protected]/Thebeginning331]
The_Beginning_X · 1m Views

I Built A Guild of Monsters To Babysit My Daughter

The God of Death has made a return, not to dominate the world, but to change a diaper. Raiking, once the supreme cultivator capable of obliterating civilizations with a mere thought, has emerged from years of isolation to discover that the only mortal he ever cherished is dead. She left behind only a final promise and an infant daughter named Faye. Confronted with the terrifying duty of raising a child and utterly at a loss for how to begin, Raiking seeks the guidance of his legendary Guild members: • ​Ezmelral: A sentient Divine Sword that tackles rocking the cradle with the precision of a military operation. • ​Libinea: A dethroned Phoenix Queen simply trying to manage the ensuing chaos. What mortals perceive as the onset of an apocalyptic conflict is, in fact, a god's frantic quest to obtain: Ordinary milk? No, my daughter deserves only the finest. The Heavens possess the best Celestial Milk? Then we must seize it. She needs a bed? There are whispers in the tavern about a dungeon, locked away for a thousand years, that is soon to be unsealed. Mortal sects are vying for the legendary artifact inside? How unfortunate for them. That Ice Bed is the only thing that can keep her comfortable, so I will claim it. Babies need toys? Then the Dwarven Kingdom must ensure their finest blacksmiths are on the job. Yet, beneath the humor lies a deeper narrative. Raiking’s actions send ripples through the world, drawing the attention of old foes, estranged allies, and a former wife who still believes that fragile human lives hold a significance he has long dismissed. As the child, Faye, grows, she becomes both anchor and enigma: evidence that even the God of Death might be transformed, not by fate, but by the quiet, ordinary moments he once considered trivial. --- This is a slice-of-life comedy about an overpowered dad who tackles parenting dilemmas with excessive force.
Roeyachi · 28.7k Views