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What's worse than dying? Never being able to. Rain stopped counting after the first million years. What's the point? Time doesn't move forward when you're immortal. It just piles up in a dull, agonizing way. He tried everything. Thrown himself into volcanoes. Stood at ground zero of asteroid impacts. Let plagues ravage his body. Let bombs tear him apart. Nothing worked. Then the nightmare came. While the world’s governments panicked, he smiled alone, eager to face the unknown. After an eternity of merely existing, he had finally found a new way to kill his boredom.

When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked—not with grief, but with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the secret descendant of the celestial Queen of Woewyn, a realm where memory, time, and spirit intertwine. Raised on Earth by a mother who lied to save his life, Damon is burdened by a forbidden power that literally bends light and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring onto Earth, some disguised as humans, Chronisouls— some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that burns him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the fragile human he was trying to be.

Ten years of being foolishly in love! That’s what it cost Zilu to realize the woman he loved was a predator—and he was just the prey. ​Left heart broken and bleeding on a rooftop, Zilu watched his fiancée, Xena, laugh in the arms of his rival Arsh while they stripped him. He was supposed to die there, but the universe had a darker plan, and it came with a high-pitched buzz and a hunger that wouldn't quit. ​[Welcome, Host. The Swarm awaits.] ​Saved by a mysterious 'System', Zilu is given a second chance at life with a twisted catch. To survive, he must become the King of the Aedes realm. He’s no longer a man; he’s a shadow, a silent fever, a tiny executioner capable of slipping through any crack and delivering a lethal, custom-strain of Dengue to those who ruined him. ​But the System isn't just helping him settle a score. It’s hungry. It demands a "Blood Tax" from every human he touches, and as Zilu harvests for the system, he begins to realize the terrifying truth. The mosquito form is just the beginning. ​Every drop of blood he feeds the System is a key, slowly unlocking the gates to a long-forgotten Vampire Realm. Zilu started this journey wanting revenge, but the deeper he sinks into the System’s hidden agenda, the more he realizes he isn't just hunting his ex-fiancée anymore...he’s becoming the progenitor of a nightmare that will swallow the world whole.

Ah, greetings. Shameless author reporting for duty. Come closer, no, closer... closerrrr... closerrrrrrrr. Whispers “Just read a few chapters before passing judgment, will ya? Just a few\... like… all of them. Hehe.” ###> Marcel has lived many lives, each more intriguing than the last. He began as a boy brimming with innocence: sweet, gentle, and disarmingly naive. But as fate would have it, that kindness was merely the opening act of a much darker performance. Over time, he became one of the most ruthless individuals to walk his world... only to step away from it all as if evil were just a phase. The loss of his mother marked a pivotal turning point. Grief gave birth to vengeance. That vengeance evolved—first into a cause, then into a cult, and finally into chaos. As the years spiraled, so did Marcel: from terrorist to assassin, leaving behind a trail of blood, broken ties, and unintended collateral. His action shook the very world. And yet, amidst it all, he found time to pause… to marry, and care for the only family he had left, his beloved sinster. But peace is a luxury rarely afforded to pawns. And Marcel? He was always just a piece on someone else’s board. His choices? Illusions. His destiny? Already written. Death would come, swift and cruel, but not the end. For Marcel, death was merely the reset button. Reborn, reshaped, and reignited... This time, he would not serve the board. He would become the god that oversees it. But how did he die? Let’s find out. ###> So, feel free to toss me your critiques. I’ll catch 'em (gently). Shower me with support, I’ll bask in it. Drop a gift or two, I’ll pretend to be humble. Let’s rise, not just as readers or writers, but as divine spectators of this delicious chaos. Let’s be gods… who spectate.

With only one hour left before the world ends, what can a person who has spent his entire life locked inside a small room possibly do… ? Fight! Not against fate—but against the only thing that ever trapped him there. Something that cannot be seen nor reasoned with. Only endured. And yet, even at the end of the world, nothing changes. Most people rush outside, chasing their final moments. But he, he doesn't. He stays. Alone. The story should have ended here. Instead, he finds himself at an empty cafe. Well… almost empty. Behind the counter, a barista polishes glasses as if the world isn’t about to disappear in forty minutes.

"I warned you. I will not warn you again." In the fractured world of Laurasia, where the Demon Legion has turned the continent into a sepulchre of ash, the Stormcloud Citadel stands as humanity’s final, floating bastion of ancient Mageia. Seraph was once the Arkstorm's ghost—a "humble" orphan and a frail Acomage bullied to the brink of death. But in the cold silence of the infirmary, a miracle occurred: two souls from distant dimensions merged, forging the cunning mind of a fox within the shell of an innocent youth. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has returned. With heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one azure—he possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies all logic. Armed with Deep Azure Potions and a weathered soul, Seraph no longer seeks sanctuary within books. He has begun to rewrite the laws of power. From the embers of a burning forest to the gold-laden pouches of his fallen bullies, he is no longer the victim. He is the Storm itself. As his enemies vanish into the mist and night terrors haunt the halls of Sanctus, a new Sovereign rises. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the end. ..... (⌐■_■)

If one looked into a mirror, they'd find their reflection staring right back at them. But that wasn't the case for Damon. He woke up one night, only to find another face staring back at him. But that wasn't the worst case. The worst case was finding out you got transmigrated in a trashy third rate novel. Oh, and not to mention, the even trashier body he got transmigrated into. And a reminder, the world was doomed for destruction come a few years. What could possibly go wrong? Right?! ====== "It's like I was the one actually living it. I felt like I was Damon myself." "But that's not possible." "I am not Damon, I am...." "Wait... who am I?" –Damon.

In a world where 98% of people are chosen by the gods, the unchosen are regarded as refuse, unworthy even of a job. This is Allen’s reality… until the day he merges with an ancient god. He does not become one of the chosen… He becomes a god awakening within himself, bearer of powers unknown to humans and forgotten by the gods. [synchronization in progress… synchronization complete] [Welcome back, Master]

Long ago, three legendary forces — Infernos, Astra, and Veil — clashed and nearly destroyed the world. Their power was sealed, their names turned into myth. Centuries later, mana still flows… but corruption spreads across kingdoms. Kaal Grimheart, a boy born without magic, hears a mysterious voice calling him toward a forbidden gate. The choice he makes that night will reshape his destiny. Years later, two boys are born — Kaal’s own sons. They grow up unaware of the truth behind their father’s past and the power connected to their blood. As ancient forces begin to stir once more, the sins of the past return… and the next generation must decide the future of the world. A new era is coming.

The universe is heading towards its demise, and this is the final age. Despite the greatest efforts of the Immortals ruling the universe, the Tree of Destruction had finally borne its forbidden fruit, triggering a Cataclysm that changed the order of power in all realms of existence. Every realm has fallen, and every star has gone dark, but at the center of creation, Trion, the seat of the gods and daemons, remains. Their immortal powers hold what remains of the last flames of life. Weakened by the weight of this sacrifice, the gods and daemons fell, taken down by mere mortals who had worshipped them since the beginning of time, and now these mortals have inhabited their Heavens and ruled over their Hells. They now patrol the skies and roam the deep, wearing the flesh and bones of the gods and daemons they had slain. With the end of days drawing nearer, an unlikely figure would arise from the chaos, one that would doom all of existence, or save it. This is the story of Elias, a killer. At the end of days, we do not need a hero, but a butcher. Join the Discord Channel, the Prime Collective: https://discord.gg/fCe5ueCG

Rowan Kuranes awoke in a new world inside the body of a dying prince. His latest body contains terrifying secrets that he has to protect, for inside him lies the key to Eternity. He alone possesses the bloodline of The Ouroboros Serpents with authority over Time. He had Dominion over Sheol, and every soul would be his to keep. He lords over the Host of the Highest Heavens to the Abyssal Horde of the Deepest Hells. To survive, Rowan must learn to harness his new abilities and fight against his enemies who would stop at nothing to deprive him of his powers. Yet he must strive to keep some of his humanity alive, as he continuously evolves beyond godhood. A/N: There are horror elements, including Eldritch Horror from Lovecraft. A fan of blood-borne and abominable horrors that go bump in the night would love it. Epic action set pieces, and galaxy-wide battles, with an extremely overpowered MC who is a one-man army. https://discord.gg/UVvSCCMnCU Check out my discord. All future giveaways, fan art, and other fun stuff will be posted there. Thank you

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?

James Carter has never been good at making safe choices. He owes money to friends who no longer answer his calls, to strangers who very much do, and to people who solve problems with broken fingers instead of paperwork. Gambling was supposed to be his way out—one big win, one lucky night, and everything would be fixed. That night never came. Then the Tower appeared. It fell from the sky like something out of a nightmare, a massive black structure that pierced the clouds and rooted itself in the middle of the world. Within hours, monsters began pouring out of its gates. Governments panicked, cities locked down, and people everywhere heard the same strange notification in their heads. A System. Suddenly, everyone could level up. Strength, skills, magic—humanity had been given the tools to fight back. The only way to stop the monsters was to climb the Tower and clear all 100 floors. James expected to get something normal. Instead, he got the Gambler’s System. He can gamble his stats. Strength, agility, health, even levels. Win the bet, and the rewards can make him unbelievably powerful. Lose… and he might walk away weaker than before, if he walks away at all. For most people, survival means training, planning, and climbing the Tower carefully. For James, survival means doing the one thing that ruined his life in the first place. Betting everything. Because when the world turns into a game, sometimes the only way to win… is to go all in.

In a kingdom ruled by magic and duty, Ryan is born powerless and ignored. Refusing to accept a weak fate, he walks a forbidden path where shadows answer ambition. As his power grows, so does the cost—forcing him to choose between control, morality, and the throne itself.

Lü Bu defeated all the powerful warlords of the world in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his next target was Teyvat.

Dying as a game designer was one thing. Reincarnating as Mao Tian, the scripted villain of his own masterpiece, was another. Destined to be executed by the "Righteous Hero" in forty chapters, Mao Tian is bound by a System that demands his demise. But Mao Tian knows every glitch, every hidden cultivation cave, and every secret law. To survive, he won't seek redemption. He will evolve, corrupt the hero’s harem, and dismantle the Imperial family from within. If the System wants a villain, he will give it an Eternal one. ​[QUEST ALERT: THE ARROGANT PROVOCATION] [OBJECTIVE: Slap Mao Chen in front of the court.] [REWARD: 500 Villain Points.] [PENALTY: Foundation Tremor.] ​The prompt was a trap. If I slapped him, I would satisfy the System, but I would give the Emperor the excuse he needed to strip me of my titles. I looked at the reward and then at my brother’s smug face. There was a better way to be a villain than through mindless violence. Tags: Cultivation| R18 |Imperial Family LitRPG |Isekai |Overpowered| Evolution Action| Villain| Antihero| Harem |System| Political Intrigue| Strategy Empire Building| Yandere

[Content warning: R18, lots and lots of lemons, genius MC.] ________________________________ [Ding! You have stopped the Cromothean Invasion! You have unlocked the Adamantine Battle Armor (Level 3)] [Ding! You have solved the Cosmic Formula! The cosmic entities have grown wary of your existence.] Years ago, way before I was even born, humanity was reminded that we weren't alone in the universe, and our world was invaded by a race of alien conquerors that called themselves the Ravemites. It was ghastly. And humanity was soon on the brink of extinction until, we were saved by an Intergalactic Organization that called themselves Starcore Nebula. Years later, in the middle of this chaotic relationship between mankind and alien, I, Eric Kaiser — a regular 18 year old kid who had always looked up to these heroes of earth, aspired to be just like them even without awakening any talent, lost my parents in the apocalypse. Since then, I lost any aspirations I had, any admiration I harbored towards these intergalactic agents. Till one day, I came across a strange system that changed my life forever, then I awakened a talent too. That Talent's Name was D.E.L.T.A. And because of it, I was linked to the greatest technological system in the universe, create state of the art weaponry out of thin air? Easy. Hack into the universe's most elite security system? Piece of cake. Being wanted by cosmic beauties across the galaxy? Child's play. But I didn't go unnoticed, soon enough rival galactic organizations and even alien warlords from all over the universe wanted me gone at any cost, so if they wanted to wage a war against me, bring it on. I have no desire to become a intergalactic hero, but with this system, I am justice. So the battle to save earth from these so-called conquerors? it wasn't just the planet's fight anymore, it was mine. They made sure of that the day they let my parents died.

"Special Admission, Rank 1." That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago. Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school? I was arrogant. I was foolish. And I paid the price. It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god. Broken and desperate, I used my last asset: a golden letter granting me entry to Zenith Imperial Academy as "Special Admission Rank 1." It’s a lie. I’m not a prodigy. I’m a fraud with no foundation, surrounded by the strongest heirs in the Empire who want to see me bleed. I can’t cast their spells. I can’t hold their weapons. But I can steal their lives. My Authority is [Usurper]. While they study theory, I steal reflexes. While they practice honor, I copy trauma. I am not here to learn. I am here to hunt. My targets are the "Four Calamities"—four women who hold powers strong enough to rewrite reality. They think I’m their peer. They don’t know I’m the parasite waiting to hollow them out. I’m going to make them mine. Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

【 Warning: Mature Content R-18 】 Jack stumbles upon an app that grants him the power to charm any woman he desires. He starts by seducing secretaries, making them beg for his cock. He then moves on to underworld bosses, fucking them senseless and leaving them panting for more. His charm extends to political leaders, who become putty in his hands, eager to please him in every way. He doesn't stop there; he seduces wives and aunts, making them his willing women, ready to fulfill his every dirty fantasy. Jack takes on pornstars, turning them into his personal fuck toys. He unleashes his wildest, most depraved desires on them, making them scream with pleasure and pain. His journey is one of unbridled lust and power, where no woman can resist his charm. Jack's SUDIX App Profile: Name: Jack Age: 25/85 (Extra life: $1 million/year) Height: 6'2" Attributes: Stamina: 10 (Maximum) Endurance: 10 (Maximum) Charm: 10 (Maximum) Abilities: Fiery Eyes Ability: This ability allows the user (often depicted in fictional contexts) to visualize sensitive points on women's bodies, revealing areas that may elicit heightened responses or sensations. Conception Control Ability: The power to intentionally decide whether a woman gets pregnant during sexual intercourse. Body Manipulation: Can stretch his body parts and increase his penis size and thickness by two, three, or four times. The Healer: Possesses the ability to manipulate his body fluids, such as saliva, urine, semen, and blood, transforming them into potent healing agents capable of mending injuries and restoring health. Lust Demon: Grants the user the power to make any woman surrender completely after one encounter if they ejaculate inside her.[This Ability also has some hidden functions ] Women: (Count of women who are under his spell) Enjoy the ride; it's going to be a wild one! Scenes Included: First-Time Intimate Encounters Passionate Shower and Bath Scenes Anal Play and Intercourse Squirting and Water Play Scenes Outdoor and Forbidden Encounters Sneaky, Hidden, and Secretive Sex Moments Mother and Daughter Forbidden Scenes Exciting New Chapters! 2 Chapters Released Daily Get Ready to Dive Into the World of "Milf Hunter"! You Can Join Me on Discord https://discord.gg/cNazpAgZvt