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Villain Rehabilitator

From the beginning, immortals and mortals have been sundered from each other. Immortals have mastered their Tama, wielding their true power; holding domain over mortals. Mortals, meanwhile, still see Tama in the form of intricate jewels of various shapes, failing to bring out their true strength; also, they are slaves to death —and the immortals. Over the years, some immortals, who have been labelled as Yotram, have come to the Earth to stop mortals from being immortal. In their eyes, they see humanity as a food source, slaves and means of entertainment. After waiting for the Villain Rehabilitator to disappear, the Yotram thought that they would expunge all of LIFE's creations on Earth. However, their actions ended up creating individuals who seek to be immortal. The first, goes by the name of Lucien Derniere Étoile. Growing up, his life was a play in the eyes of certain individuals. Moreover, a flesh eating spirit was placed in his mother's body, so that they would watch him suffer. After killing his mother, as the only way to save her, Lucien voyages himself across the world for revenge. Also, being immortal is the best way for him to succeed. The second, goes by the name of Ten. As someone born on the rotten side of humanity, Ten never desired much in life. However, his thirst for knowledge brought him to the power of Entropy, which happens to be the weakness of all immortals. Guided by his curious mind, Ten continues to master the power inside him, drawing him closer and closer to becoming immortal. Although Lucien and Ten have different goes, they are bound by interest at first. Nonetheless, as they move, their bond grows, calling others to them. Also, they have to do everything in their power to stop the undying Yotram that stand in their way.
EntropyF · 152.9k Views

I Woke Up on a Mind Flayer Ship… and Gods, My Eye Hurts!

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.
William_Conwell · 150.8k Views

Harem of Villainesses: I Awakened SSS-Rank Skills After Killing a God

# Synopsis My past life doesn't matter. How I died doesn't matter. Only what I am now matters. I woke up in a dead boy's body with one mission: fulfill his last wish. "Kill the sun and weather gods," he whispered before his soul disappeared. I had no choice. A dying wish is sacred—so I accepted it. When I transmigrated, I gained a system and one skill: Absorption. My first target? The sun god, freshly reincarnated and weak. He was just a child. Killing him felt morally grey, until I remembered: gods don't die permanently, they reincarnate. He'd return in a thousand years. So I absorbed his core. [Congratulations! You have slain the Sun God and attained his blazing core!] [Title Acquired: Flame Champion] [Title Acquired: Godslayer!] Staring at those notifications, something changed in me. I didn't just want to fulfill the boy's wish anymore. I wanted to kill every god that exists. One god became two, two became six. Each kill made me stronger, I absorbed their cores, their powers, their very essence. But killing gods has consequences and unexpected rewards. For every god I slay, another villainess joins my side, each one bringing her own power to my crusade. Now, after six divine corpses, Heaven itself demands my head. They've sent their champions, warriors blessed by the gods I haven't killed yet, to strike me down. But I won't stop. Not until every god falls. Even if it means becoming Heaven's greatest enemy with an army of villainesses at my back.
SLEEPY_PÆNDA · 2.7k Views