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The World's Greatest Egoist

When the Abyss descended, Earth didn’t just fall—it evolved. ​Beams of darkness fractured the sky, transforming the world into a meat-grinder of nations and monsters. From the cataclysm rose Egoists: humans who awakened Archetypes—shards of their inner demons—to survive the rising tide of Null Creatures. Lucamir Elaric was seen as a defect. ​In a Federation where Egoists are ranked by their "Synchronization" with the Abyss, Luca’s score was a pitiful 5%. To the elite Noble families and the iron-fisted government, he was just another farm boy destined to be fodder—a commoner meant to be chained or consumed by the Null Creatures. That was the world’s mistake. Lucamir’s Synchronization was never 5%. It was 100%. A perfect alignment misread as failure—sealed away as a system error in a world that had not witnessed such a thing in five thousand years. While others lose their sanity to the Abyss, Luca is 100% Immune to Corruption. While others are limited to a single Archetype, Luca possesses All Seven. He isn't just a survivor; he is the biological blueprint for a god. ​Labeled a terrorist, hunted by the Federation, and treated as a pawn by the whimsical "21st God," Luca is done surviving. He isn't here to climb the ladder of society. ​He’s here to overwrite the system because in a world where everything is ranked, measured, and controlled—he is the one thing it cannot measure. #HiddenOP. #AntiHero. #GeniusMC. #Ruthless and CalculativeMC. # High-IQ Combat & Biological Warfare. # No Harem. ____ Join the Discord; https://discord.gg/pNGeUe2Fe
Tofi_ · 18.8k 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 · 205.7k Views

Fabulous ways to die

It feels good to be called teacher, leader, president, or captain — but to what extent would we go to gain that title for ourselves? Even the name God is something humans fear no more. In fact, they have broken the laws of nature and offered human sacrifices just to get there, without thinking of the consequences. Only a mere few ate the gain, and the rest of humanity has been left to suffer. The opportunity to live a second life — flesh and blood in the afterlife — is something anyone would grab. But not when the afterlife's survival rate is kissing red. Not when a brutal, inhumane death on earth is the only way to gain powers that MIGHT guarantee your survival. The world has been turned upside down, and even I have lost more than I can count — parents, treasures, and a lot more that includes my own life on earth. I could say I died what is classified as a fabulous death — a kind of theatre where more than 90% of my physical and mental state was damaged, but in return, I was reborn into the afterlife with an ability that could just be the answer to all this. Whether it is or it isn't, I'm not gonna stand by the side and watch the world crumble to its last dust. The government has chosen to obliterate the world and free every being from its suffering. But I wouldn't allow it — most especially not with a device my ancestors built. I say enough is enough. And even if I die trying to fix this world, I'd say it's a death worth it.
Prezzy_stars · 4.3k Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
Yurnero_ · 1m Views