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This isn’t a story of a noble knight or a savior. This is the tale of a cynical knight in the hack-and-slash game world with the maximum difficulty setting. No system to help him. No status panel to notify his progress. No HUD to give him hints. However, one hope remains. The knight “Crow” retains an in-game ability. By shattering objects or defeating enemy leaders, he can summon random game items as if the world itself is still a game. With a pet crow "Cow-Cow" by his side, the Crow Knight trudges through this treacherous land, armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a knack for minding his own business until fate decides otherwise. Also, please do not speak in caps. He hates it. Oh, did I forget to mention that his pet crow has three legs? What? It isn't important? Never mind, then.

In the world of Runecraft, every construct obeys a rule. Runes are measured, predictable and absolute. Or so it had been. A soldier with no ability to cast Runes carries enchantments that refuse to fade. A Runemaster wields power that shatters every known limitation. A visionary creates beasts that no longer depend on the Runecraft that birthed them. The laws of Runecraft are breaking — and the illusion of peace along with it. How many more of these rule breakers exist?

Challengers. While the Awakened are pampered by the system’s conveniences, Challengers die thousands of times to clear a single floor of the Tower. Pure lunatics. They rejected the Awakening and its comforts for one simple reason—satisfaction. It’s only natural to want to beat a game of hellish difficulty—even if it has become reality.  Always advancing. Even if they die a thousand deaths, figuring out how to clear the floor is everything. Every floor is different. Rules. Scenarios. No two are the same. And the challenge is always solitary. Groups? Groups are for the weak. Challengers are built differently. Kittens inside the tower, but lions outside of it. Lucca is one of them. 1,238 attempts—his reward for completing the tutorial? A few attribute points.  The faster the completion, the better the reward. --- "What should I try this time?" Smiling, Lucca spoke as he brought his hands together... "Field." "Space." "Reach." His pinkies touched. Ring, middle, and index fingers overlapped, and finally, his thumbs curved upward.  The seal was complete. The Sanskrit symbols glowed. Change. Rule. Me. And his enemies never even touched him... --- What was his rank on the third floor? Spoiler—it wasn't 1st.

Thousands of years ago, humankind left the Old World. We enter a new age where science and magic are no longer opposing concepts. With these new opportunities came danger in the form of the Dark Races and the ones that named themselves Gods. However, if there was one thing humans were good at was their ability to destroy. Humankind fought and carved a bloody path into the new world. Cain's luck had never been good, but his destiny changed forever once he decided to harden his heart and face the world without fear or hesitation. --Godslayer Humankind's motto.-- We can comprehend the supernatural. We can dominate the supernatural. We can kill the supernatural - Adam, Emperor of Godslayer Humankind, The First Titan. Current schedule: 21 chapters a week. Bonus chapters: Over 600 power stones: 3 extra chapters. Over 800 power stones: 6 extra chapters. Over 1200 power stones: 9 extra chapters. Discord channel: https://discord.gg/R666sNEdrU

Transmigrating into the Soul Society, Naraku Sora finds himself in a timeline that has deviated from the original story. The future villainous boss, Sōsuke Aizen, is not only a mere student at the Shino Academy but also Sora's "close friend" and roommate,. Knowing he is too weak to survive the chaotic future, Sora awakens the [Justice System]. The rules are simple: suppress criminals to extract their stats, abilities, and talents,. Rejecting the prestige of the Gotei 13, Sora chooses a path others fear—Guarding Muken (The Central Great Underground Prison),. To others, it is a hellhole; to Sora, it is an endless buffet of experience points. • Suppress a corrupt Noble? Reward: Increase Spirit Body Strength and Reiatsu. • Chain up a Menos Grande? Reward: Hollow Power, High-Speed Regeneration, and Hierro,. • Catch the eye of Warden Shutara Senjumaru? Become the strongest "test subject" in Soul Society history,. From a fragile academy graduate to a monster capable of fusing Shinigami and Hollow powers, Sora rises through the ranks. While Aizen plots in the shadows, Sora stands in the light of the prison fires, grinning at the sinners before him. "Sōsuke, you must be a good person," he warns his friend, while personally crushing the skulls of his enemies. In a rotting world, Naraku Sora has only one creed: "Justice, add points!".

John Vance never believed in heroes. Then he died… and woke up in a world where strength ruled everything. But while others received swords, magic, or divine blessings, John got something far more dangerous: [Multiversal Mastermind System Activated] No levels. No skills. No power-ups. Only one ability: Control through contracts, economics, and absolute strategy. While heroes grind monsters for experience, John builds monopolies. While kings fight wars, John buys their armies. While gods demand faith… John sends them invoices. From medieval kingdoms to cyberpunk megacities, from cultivation heavens to interdimensional markets—every world becomes his boardroom. And in this game? The one who controls value… controls everything.

A Demon-King rules this Kingdom. At night, monstrous creatures roam, hunting every soul. There’s nowhere to hide. No one can escape. Only the Cursed walks the dark, enchanted roads—the last hope for survival.

Death is the end for all. But not for Wulfric. After living for 800 years, turning the entire world into an enemy, reaching the threshold of the deepest secrets of magic — he died. At the hands of his enemies. On a path of his own making. But death did not finish him. He came back. In his 15-year-old weakened body. In a slum. 800 years ago. No strength. No wealth. No allies. There is only — 800 years of memories. 800 years of experience. And a goal that even death could not erase. Now he knows where he went wrong. Now he knows how to move forward. This time no one can stop him. Wulfric is not angry. He is not even annoyed. He is just — skilled. To him, people are wealth. Emotions are weakness. And patience is the greatest weapon. If necessary, he can grease the feet of his archenemy for years — if it helps him even one percent on the way to his goal. He can burn down an entire city if necessary — if he can get something useful from the ashes. He's not a hero. He's not a villain. He's just — Wulfric. But this world isn't easy either. The smiling Viscount who shelters children at Voss Mansion — actually steals their Mana Hearts to extend his own life. The politician who talks about justice — is actually addicted to the game of power. The city that looks peaceful — is rotting beneath. Everyone in this world is a hypocrite. And the most dangerous person in a hypocrite's world is the one who knows everyone is a hypocrite. This is a story of gaining power. But not only that. This is the story of a man — who, despite living for 800 years, still doesn't understand that it takes another lifetime to understand some things. This is a story of calculation. A story of patience. And a story of that moment — when even the most cold-hearted person stops. "If I have to burn an entire city to the ground to achieve my goal — I will not hesitate for a moment." — Wulfric

Luciel has no past worth remembering and no future worth chasing. He sees himself as absurd and powerless against the fate driving him to the ground. Yet somehow, that same cruel fate, which once pushed him into insanity and nihilism, gave him a Stanza and turned him into a Resonator. Now he wields fire brighter than anyone, but a bright flame casts the darkest shadow. As Luciel embodies the Divine Fire, his ambition grows as unchecked as it is hidden. He has the means to correct what is wrong — the shattered world, the regressed, the sins, the wars that civilizations feed themselves on — but the line between savior and ruin has never concerned him. If one day, he finds the only enemy he has to face is himself, will the fire that saved him be the same one that consumes everything he's built?

Aether Moirai was never meant to be free. Born from the final spark of the Abyss—a forgotten god’s last act of rebellion—he is the last vessel, a boy whose powers grow stronger the more his mind fractures. Bound by the Codex, a system that can rewrite history itself, Aether is hunted by worlds that fear what he might become. The Infinite Library has always been his home—a labyrinth between worlds where every book is a living realm, and every story is a battlefield. But when the tales begin to warp, birthing monsters and rewriting entire histories, even the Library’s endless shelves can’t protect him. To survive, Aether must step into dangerous books where myths breathe, legends bleed, and the wrong choice can erase you from existence. Each journey brings him closer to the truth of his creation—and the author who penned his fate. But the corruption doesn’t stay contained. As the stories unravel, their chaos seeps into the real world—kingdoms clash with empires that never existed, myths walk beside mortals, and reality itself begins to fray. In the end, the Library isn’t just collapsing into itself. It’s dragging every world down with it. And some stories brought by it could end the world in seconds. So can someone like him, survive in such a world. Even more, try and rule it?

Azrael was born with nothing. He lost what little remained. In a world built on lies the majority chose to believe he carries a gift no one wanted him to have. A power that draws death. A power that whispers. The ones who never wanted to be chosen are always the ones chosen. The ones who never wanted to be remembered are always the ones who remain. He is proof that the world doesn't ask permission. Can one save a world born of sin, when they themselves are its heir?

Kai Mori lives alone in the heart of Tokyo. In a world built for the extraordinary, he is ordinary by every measure that counts, no quirk, no family, no particular reason to be noticed. The streets have never been kind to him. He's made his peace with that. Then one night, something finds him in the dark. Something that wasn't meant for him. Something that runs on fear. And the city that never noticed him is about to start paying attention. Inspired by Marvel: The Fear System

Resonance Weaving demands a perfect vessel. Kaelen Vane is a ruined splinter. Born with a fractured core, drawing ambient magic would boil his nervous system alive. This defect cost him his family crest and his inheritance. Now, his meager academy stipend is the only thing paying for his sick sister's medicine. Then the instructors issue a final ultimatum. Cast a spell in three weeks for the Crucible tournament, or face expulsion. Expulsion means his sister dies. Kaelen sneaks into the restricted archives to find a workaround. He unearths a banned practice from the First Era. Ancient mages bypassed human biology entirely, forcing raw energy into physical stones. The Academy outlawed the method centuries ago due to its lethal volatility. A single miscalculated frequency causes the conduit to detonate. Trading his winter coat for an obsidian sphere, Kaelen runs the math. He anchors a kinetic Thread. The resulting shockwave vaporizes his target. Armed with forbidden magic, Kaelen prepares to enter the brutal Crucible against the High House heirs. Every cast risks blowing his own hands off. He must calculate perfectly. He must fight ruthlessly. And first, he must deal with the academy's elite prodigy who just caught him in the act.

[WARNING!!! 18+ CONTENT. Contains language, Scenes, and life choices your grandma wouldn’t approve of. and the MC is an utter scumbag.... period. so bugger off, if you want good moral Main character.] Questions? character image? NSFW? click the Discord LINK below: https://discord.gg/yrnQskUgPF I was supposed to be a background character. A half-incubus “mid-boss” destined to get cut down by the hero’s holy sword. No future. No plot armor. Just hunger gnawing at my soul and the promise of an ugly death. Then my bloodline awakened. [High incubus bloodline awakened] Now the viscount's wife gasps my name behind locked doors. The nuns insists that “purifying me” requires a very hands-on ritual. And the empress herself? Let’s just say her crown isn’t the only thing she drops when I’m around. I didn’t plan this. I only wanted to survive. But every time I seduce, every time I corrupt, every time another goddess-like beauty begs me for more… my ambition grows further. The hero thinks I’m just another stepping stone. The gods call me a mistake. But the women of the empire? They’re starting to call me something else. Their salvation. Their obsession. Their sin. I was meant to die forgotten. Instead, I’m about to turn this whole empire into my harem… one f*ucking moan at a time.

EGEMED THE DIVINE PSYCHO is a quiet psychological novel about a young man whose heightened sensitivity and perception place him at odds with the world around him. As Egemed moves through alienation and misunderstanding, the novel explores the fragile boundary between insight and instability, and how society responds to those who feel too deeply and see too clearly. Rather than relying on spectacle or plot twists, the story unfolds through introspection, emotional realism, and moral restraint—asking whether compassion can survive in a world that often meets difference with fear. At its core, the novel is a character-driven study of an inner life too intense for the world to easily contain. Egemed is not portrayed as dangerous or broken, but as deeply perceptive—someone whose sensitivity is both a gift and a burden. His awareness of truth, emotion, and moral complexity isolates him, drawing suspicion and distance rather than understanding. The narrative follows Egemed through everyday moments of quiet suffering: fractured relationships, social misjudgment, and the slow erosion that comes from being misunderstood. Instead of external conflict, the novel focuses on the internal cost of awareness—how truth without support can lead to loneliness, and how clarity without compassion can become destructive. Written in restrained, calm prose, the novel allows tension to accumulate through silence and observation. It resists easy resolutions, leaving readers with ambiguity rather than answers. Ultimately, Egemed: The Divine Psycho is a meditation on sensitivity, isolation, and the ethical weight of truth—inviting readers to reconsider how quickly society labels those who live and feel beyond its narrow definitions of normalcy.

The Architects declared that the stars shall be visible from every corner of the universe The problem with that statement is that our universe doesn't have corners. Welcome to the Outer Reaches. Home to an Exile Planet where every Host star within a 500 Light year radius dumped its trash onto it. Sometimes that garbage included Criminals of the highest order, and other times, that garbage included Innocents who even slightly inconvenienced a Star Noble. As a babe born onto the planet, Ester didn't belong to the two aforementioned categories. Having lived all of his Years underneath a smog coated sky threatening to choke the life out of anyone not wearing the right equipment, Ester had a dream that was probably insane to anyone that heard it. But a dream wasn't a dream if it wasn't tinged with some form of absurdity right? Now how about we get off a space rock that's about to off itself?

Stuck at the bottom of the cultivation world with no resources and no cheat, Zhou Changqing’s second life seemed doomed to mediocrity, that is until the future Flame Emperor gifted him two basic techniques. Harnessing the power of Metal and Lightning, Zhou Changqing abandons traditional cultivation to pioneer the path of the Battle Artificer. He churns out world-shaking artifacts, sentient weapons, and mechanical beasts that bring the continent to its knees. But the world is mistaken about his limits. To Zhou Changqing, the body is just another vessel to be forged. Tempering his flesh with lightning and reinforcing his bones with metal, he transforms himself into the ultimate living weapon to claim the title of Emperor. Read advanced chapters at: patreon.com/xyzmaster3

We all have childhood heroes, they've shaped us to who we are. They were entertainment, and at times, a lesson. And yes, the first ever hero we all adored is none other than, Your Friendly neighborhood— SPIDERMAN! Many have dreamt of being in his shoes, swinging freely across skyscrapers, lifting tonnes and saving damsels, as well as scoring a fine babe as a bonus! But yet, he is one of the most depressing heroes of all time. From the death of his loving uncle, to the throes of picking the mantle of a hero, and balancing a normal life. What would happen if a man, begotten from a different universe, gets to try out his suit? But not as Peter, but as his twin brother, Malique. With Great Power comes Great Responsibility? Oh, please. With a different perspective from his selfless twin, how will Malique write his adventure?

Once, Riven had everything — a name, a future, a throne. Then he lost his arm, and with it, his world. Now, half-dead and dumped in a demonic sect where monsters wear human faces, Riven is told to prove his worth… or die quietly. But what the sect doesn’t realize is this: he’s already died once. And something survived the fall — something buried in his blood that should’ve stayed asleep. Thrown into brutal trials, surrounded by rivals who kill for merit and beasts that kill for sport, Riven doesn’t want revenge. He wants to live. But if he rises? They’ll remember the prince they tried to waste — and regret they ever left him breathing.

All this is for the Empire. Luca had never once questioned his dream of joining Accretia’s Imperial Guard. Not until he met Ilay, that is. The most unexpected of friends, Ilay’s personality and family background are nothing like Luca’s. However, it is through their differences that the two friends will begin to shape not only each other, but even the very planet on which they live.