antihero

Born inside the Wall — a living hell of endless war — he was never given a name. He was forged, not raised. A weapon, not a man. He survived where no one should. He became the strongest existence of the Wall, feared as the King of the Abyss. But after slaying the Giant King — only because the monster underestimated him — he unlocked a truth: power means nothing when you don’t even know who you are. For the first time, he steps outside the Wall. Not as a hero. Not as a villain. But as a wanderer seeking something he has never owned: A purpose. A place. A name. And so, the world gives him a new title— “The Nameless King.” Yet this title is only the beginning. Because he is determined to earn another one… One that will finally belong to him.

The sensation was fleeting yet sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where my past should have been. A beautiful face I once loved... now just grains of sand slipping through my fingers. All I had left was my name: Clark. This oblivion was nothing like sleep; it was drowning. I had just broken the surface, gasping for air. My head throbbed with a dull ache. I wore rusty armor, heavy and cold. I forced my eyes open to a small campsite—and the first thing I saw was him. A man. Something deep in my gut twisted with unease. He sat beside a faint fire, staring at the stars. A cold breeze rustled through the trees, but it couldn't mask the pungent smell hanging in the air: blood. Beside me lay a corpse—mutilated, unrecognizable. Friend or foe? I didn't know. The man glanced toward me. His voice was disturbingly calm: "Don't bother reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him. Found him like this with an empty bottle." Ignoring the dizziness, I pushed myself up, my hand still gripping the sword's hilt. My voice came out as a harsh rasp: "Who are you? What is this place?" He didn't even flinch: "Name's Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only other thing still breathing. So I dragged you here." He paused, his cool demeanor cracking for a moment: "I was hoping you'd have answers. About me. About any of this." His words froze me: "What do you mean, 'about you'?" He looked down, weighed down by the words: "I don't know. I've lost... everything. All I have left is instinct. The need to survive. That's it." I hesitated, then slowly sat near the fire, keeping my distance: "I don't trust you. But... I'm in the same damned situation. I don't know who I am either." Enjoy reading it!

Jin-hun a guy seeking thrilling experiences joins the military and gets to experience some action, finds love, makes great friends and has a nice family. But there are some people with bad luck and jin-hun is one of them. https://discord.gg/StfjuMYd

I never wanted this life; I was happy with the one I had... I tried so hard, only to have it all taken away in the end. ¿What did I do wrong to deserve this? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The cover image doesn't belong to me. If you're the artist, please contact me and I'll remove it. My Hero Academia doesn't belong to me either; this is just a fanfic I wrote for fun. This is also my first time writing, so please leave your feedback and tell me what I did wrong and how I can improve.

I found myself reincarnated into another world, not by being hit by Truck-kun, but by dying in a plane crash. Usually, when a main character is reincarnated into another world, what do they do? ​Hide their power? Become an Extra? Or whatever? I don’t care; if I’m reincarnated, I’m going to enjoy it. ​'I'm not like other Isekai protagonists, who pretend to be weak, then suddenly reveal their true power. That's disgusting.' ​If you have a strong System, what should you do? Be strong—no, be the strongest. Dominate and defeat all your enemies. If you are strong, no one underestimates you. If you are strong, no one dares to fight you = a peaceful life. ​I sometimes wonder if Isekai protagonists are stupid, that they don't even know that logic. They pretend to hide like rats only to be found by cats. ​I truly dislike it. Therefore, I will become the strongest in this world, even if the gods challenge me. ​Author: This is the first novel I've ever written. So, please excuse me if it still feels rigid.

A forbidden technique. A dying clan. A Konoha buried in shadows. Shiraishi Gisei possesses the power to devour Chakra itself. But in a world of monsters, he starts as nothing more than prey. This is not a tale of a hero saving the world with the Will of Fire. It is the chronicle of a survivor who rejected his destiny. Forced to hide in the dark, he schemes, builds his own forces, and steals power from those who stand in his way. From a fragile insect user to a mastermind shaking the foundations of the Ninja World—his path is paved with patience, ruthlessness, and the drained corpses of his enemies.

[System Glitch Detected.] [Trait Modified: Regeneration converts to Max HP Scaling.] Arthur Lin is a simple man. He likes numbers. He likes profit. And he hates taking damage. Luckily, he found a bug in the Apocalypse. Every 60 seconds, he gets tougher. By the end of the hour, he can tank a zombie. By the end of the week, he can ignore bullets. By the end of the month? He’s going to walk into the Boss Room and ask for the rent. Join Arthur as he breaks the System, extorts Guild Leaders, and builds a mercenary empire on a foundation of infinite health and ruthless pragmatism.

I’m Haru—an elf child who doesn’t remember where I came from. My earliest memory is of someone placing me into an old farmer’s arms… and every time I try to recall their face, the dream shatters. Now I’m ten, living quietly on the edge of a small village with Gaud, the man who raised me, and his grandson, Leon, who feels like the older brother I never had. Life should be peaceful—except it isn’t. Humans don’t hate elves… but they fear us. And fear makes people dangerous. When I was five, a group of strangers tried to take me—thinking an elf child like me could be traded with the mysterious tribes deep in Lumeris Dominion. Gaud saved us, but since that day, I’ve stayed hidden, watching the world from behind our fence. The Lycanthra Empire is huge, full of races and conflict… and somewhere in that chaos lies the truth about me: Why was I abandoned? Why do I see the same dream every night? And why does it feel like someone—somewhere—is still searching for me? My quiet life is only the beginning. Because secrets don’t stay buried forever. Especially when they’re mine.

Humanity will never forget that cursed day. The day the Inversion Epoch began—when the sky tore open with massive rifts and monstrous creatures spilled out like nightmares made real. These things, these twisted abominations, didn’t defeat humanity with claws or teeth… but with something absurd. A broken song. A cacophony so warped and wrong that half the world went mad just hearing it. But before humanity collapsed into despair, a miracle happened—something that pushed the darkness back. Awakeners. Children, barely fifteen, suddenly manifested strings of sound woven from pure emotion. Kids with abilities so strange and terrifying they could slaughter the invaders with ease. They were protected, trained, revered. They grew stronger. And for the first time, humanity struck back. Five hundred years later… Technology advanced. Humanity reached its peak. Elias was just an ordinary-looking boy, destined to remain unawakened. And in this shitty world, “unawakened” was just a nicer way of saying trash. Cannon fodder. And Elias learned that brutally. His girlfriend dumped him—for his best friend—right after awakening. His childhood friend was taken by the government minutes after her awakening, praised across every news network as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy. And he watched his parents lose their minds to the monsters, completely powerless to stop it. So Elias got pissed. Furious at the world, at fate, at everything. He lifted his head to the sky and screamed: “Fuck you, fate!” And a god heard him. A god amused by a petty, foul-mouthed boy who refused to bow. The god offered him a deal: I will give you my domain, in exchange for one wish. And that day, the Maestro of the Void was born— A being who devours abilities… and makes them his own.

At the far north of the Atherno Continent, in an unknown village, Kyrian was born as a mere mortal. Weak, insignificant, and destined for oblivion. But he was anything but ordinary. Upon opening his eyes for the first time, they revealed an absolute white eyes without pupils or irises… and with them, an inexplicable innate talent. The ability to see what no one else could. His eyes didn’t just see the particles of spiritual energy, they could steal them. And more than that. Whether intentions, laws, concepts… everything before his vision could be taken by his eyes. When he stole his first Sword Intention, his eyes awakened to the path of the blade. Upon taking the Intention of Ice, another ocular pair was born. With every new stolen intention, his eyes changed, and new ones appeared. Kyrian does not hide them from the world, no, heeding his mother’s last wishes. He uses his gift without fear, with only one goal. To become strong by any means. (This is my first story, so don't expect anything mind-boggling. I just write what I think would be interesting and easy to read. English isn't my first language, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them. Otherwise, enjoy your reading)

What if the body of Robb Stark, capable of bravely leading soldiers into battle, but unable to discern people, were to be inhabited by a man who at one time became a symbol of the ideal sovereign, but who failed to achieve his goals in life.

[System Alert: You have refused to kneel.] [The Heavenly Court rejects you.] [The Abyssal Court welcomes you.] In the era of After Dark, the world is ruled by the Awakened—warriors who follow the "Angelic Sequences" to protect humanity from the Mirror Dimensions. For Lucian, a starving orphan in the slums of London, "Angels" are nothing but tyrants with good PR. He has no desire to be a hero. But the System is absolute. On his nineteenth birthday, Lucian is dragged into the Crucible—a mandatory death trial. While others prayed to the Gods for salvation, Lucian looked the impossible odds in the eye and sneered. His defiance triggered a System Error. He didn't awaken as a Soldier or a Mage. He awakened the long-lost Forbidden Sequence. Class: Lightseeker Patron: The Dead Prince of Pride Now, Lucian possesses a power that breaks the rules of reality. He does not level up by training. He does not level up by praying. He levels up by Dominating. In a world where thousands fight for scraps, Lucian follows a different path: 1. Never Bow. (Penalty: Death). 2. Never Beg. (Penalty: Weakness). 3. Crush those standing above you. (Reward: Ascension). With the government hunting him and the War Angels preparing to burn the city, Lucian realizes the truth: "The world doesn't need saving. It needs to be corrected." Watch as the street rat becomes the King of Terror. Tags:#AntiHero #System #WeakToStrong #RuthlessMC #Evolution #DarkFantasy #Villain #FaceSlapping #NoHarem

What happens when a 15-year old, who has gone through the most traumatic experiences of his life finds a game that has characters that went through the same things he did. And to think that he died early before he finished Canto VIII, so what happens if he wakes up in an unfamiliar world with the power to use every weapon and every ability of the Limbus Company verse at the cost of his own sanity? Well hope you can stick around and witness how gruesome and dark this story turns as well with its intense fights. P.S: I own nothing of these games and anime, they belong to their own respective franchises and companies

The year is 2065. A devout Christian named Arthur Bennett wins a lottery to participate in a virtual reality experience at a high-tech company called Elysium. The program utilizes a VR pod to immerse users in a world based on a popular cartoon from Japan. As the other participants—a mix of personalities with varying degrees of Japanese animation knowledge—prepare to enter the simulation, Arthur remains the only one who has never indulged in it. Upon entering this new world, he discovers an unsettling truth: pain is excruciatingly real despite Elysium’s claims of a dampened pain response. Arthur eventually finds himself trapped in prison, unable to log out, and demanding to be released from the program. Calls go unanswered, and the world of ninjas becomes a nightmare where hunger, thirst, hygiene, and even death are all real. Angered that he was deceived, he abandons all sense of logic and vows to become a villain no one had ever anticipated.

Chaos is creation. Chaos is destruction. It is a force beyond understanding—or perhaps the key to everything. In a world where Humanity battle monsters born from Chaos and gods intervene from the shadows, one man stands at the crossroads of fate. Missio Augustus, scarred by tragedy is chosen by a mysterious 'will' and given a strange music box. With it, he must climb the Pillar of Transcendence—a path where power twists reality, madness lurks, and truths greater than wisdom itself await. This is the dawn of a dark era. An age of war and sorrow. The beginning of the end. Armageddon has arrived!

This is the story of a transmigrator to the world of Shadow Slave. His only dream is to enjoy the cruel and vast world that surrounds him, and also to leave a great mark on the history of humanity. Although he is very intelligent, he is sometimes hopelessly foolish. Well, I'm not good at writing synopses, so you read and I'll write.

Mark is a genius military weapon designer who was kidnapped by a mafia gang after refusing to work for them. They forced him to design unique weapons for five years, until one day he successfully escaped only to get shot by his trusted comrades. *Ding! You awakened a weapon system. When he opened his eyes, he was in a different body and in a different world. "You want to kill a wild boar without being detected? Forget about bow and arrow. Here, I present you this sniper rifle." "You want to kill a horde of goblins from the sky? Forget about those flying carpets and brooms. Here, I present you the fighter jet." "You want to kill a dragon? Forget about taking the help of the S-class adventure team. Here, I present you a nuclear bomb." Join Mark Spencer/ Lu Zhen as he brings the whole world to its knees with the help of his weapon system. *** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's current works: War Online, My Soul Card is a Reaper Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga ************** You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+} A man wakes up in an endless white void with a strange voice whispering in his ear about how he’s become the new owner of the Dungeon of Lust. He doesn’t take it too seriously at first, but when he learns his life may be in jeopardy, all his reserves fall to the wayside. It’s not long after he realizes the true peril of his situation that the voice in his head grants him the ability to summon defenders to help him; however, to claim sovereignty over his legion and rule these summoned defenders, he has to fulfill a condition with them: satisfaction. He grows confused at this condition until an otherworldly beauty appears in front of him, flaunting her alluring figure. Then, Vale, the man, learns just what it means to be the owner of the Dungeon of Lust. He struggles to hold his morals, but when the vice of lust is suppressed… it only gets stronger.

A former office worker is reincarnated in a fantasy world, but as a sword. While he thought it would be a grand adventure, his system informs him that he is a cursed sword. His destiny is to destroy the world, but he doesn't want to. I can't write, read PE :b