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If you remembered committing unspeakable atrocities in a past life, would you still claim that life as your own? Roy just wants to graduate. He wants a quiet life, a boring job, and a world that leaves him alone. For years, he’s kept the darkness inside him buried under a mask of normalcy. But Marie's awakening has made her sensitive to what he's been concealing for years. So, what will he do? ***** When the Space Stones fell, they brought superpowers to a world that had none. Heroes and villains stepped out of fiction. Now, Heroism is a licensed profession taught at specialized academies. Marie is destined for greatness: a rare triple-awakener with a guaranteed spot at any Hero Academy. But her new powers bring disturbing echoes—reflections in ice that shouldn't exist, a coldness that clings to her bones. In her final week before leaving for the academy, Marie senses something monstrous at her ordinary high school. High on the rooftop, a presence radiates such overwhelming death that it paralyzes her with primal fear. What will she do? And how will Roy respond? *********** what to expect No Harem Slow-Burn Romance Subplot: The romance is secondary to the plot Heavy Themes: Expect deep dives into morality, guilt, and the psychological weight of a dark past. An OP protagonist who would rather die than use his power. Politics: A world where words are as dangerous as weapons and every move has a consequence. This doesn’t really come into play until later arcs. Calculating Protagonist: A smart, competent MC who thinks before acting and won't be easily manipulated. Character-Driven Drama: While there is a lot of action, the core of the story is the internal struggle of a man trying to outrun his own soul.

In a multiverse of infinite layers, Kael Veyris emerges as a singularity of power. He does not merely fighthe reshapes wars, redefines enemies, and rewrites the rules of life itself. As gods, titans, and cosmic entities attempt to challenge him, Kael’s reality warping abilities leave them powerless. But absolute power comes at a cost. With every law he bends and soul he claims, Kael must confront the fragility of identity, morality, and the infinite consequences of reshaping existence itself.

Eliza White is a professional gamer who has mastered every game she's ever played. With little else filling her life beyond the glow of screens and the rush of competition, gaming is her world. But when an enigmatic gaming company reaches out with an exclusive invitation to try their soon-to-be-released game, she jumps at the chance. After all, what’s more thrilling for a seasoned gamer than a new challenge? However, Eliza quickly discovers that this game is unlike anything she’s ever experienced. It’s not just a game—it’s an immersive experience that blurs the line between reality and virtuality. And as she dives deeper, she realizes that the stakes are far higher than a simple high score.

Rayana “Ray” Ebony learned young that people are easy to control when they believe you understand them. Blamed for her mother’s death and raised in violence, she grows into someone observant, charming, and dangerously detached. Loyalty comes easily to her. Empathy does not. Her older brother, Zane Album, wants to protect her. He always has. He just never acts in time. As the world fractures into wars shaped by miracles and godlike power, the siblings are pulled onto opposite paths. Ray gathers a found family while descending into something feared and almost mythical. Zane trains among heroes, haunted by the cost of every moment he hesitated. Their journeys spiral toward an inevitable collision where Zane will finally be forced to act decisively… against the sister he failed to save. Arcade is a story about control and hesitation, love twisted by trauma, and what it costs to do the right thing too late.

[Urban LitRPG System has been Awakened!!] [New Main Mission: Get a beautiful female to like you] [Mission: Get Into a Prestigious university] [Passed] [Passing Grade: SS+] [Reward: Palladium Credit Card Elite Tier (Item), Locksmith God Tier (Skill)] What if your life turns into an RPG game? Maximilian worked hard all his life. He got into LMU Munich, Germany’s best university, relying solely on a government allowance as his financial support. He thought life would finally become easy—but just as hope settled in, the rug was pulled out from under him. Apparently, an orphan is no orphan once he turns eighteen. Hungry and exhausted, collapsing on the street and convinced he was about to die, Maximilian heard a sudden [Ding!!] echo inside his head. He thought it was the funeral toll of a church. Ready to forgive the world and disappear forever, he closed his eyes—only to realize that fate had a very different plan in store for him. Other Tags: #litrpg #milf #academy #doctor #handsomeMC #game #money #NOntr #MMA #MotoGP

The world did not summon him. The heavens did not choose him. He should not exist. After dying in a plane crash, a former gamer awakens near a dungeon in an unfamiliar world—alive, alone, and bound to a strange system born not from gods, but from his own overwhelming desire to survive. With the Hunter System, he does not conquer worlds. He hunts them. Items. Powers. Concepts. Truths. As he travels across the multiverse, he grows slowly—through mistakes, losses, and choices that leave scars. Worlds begin to reject him. Fate resists his presence. He learns that interfering with destined protagonists only invites disaster, yet standing aside carries its own cost. Loved ones suffer. Hatred takes root. And still, he restrains himself. Neither hero nor villain, he walks a lonely path—hunted by worlds, watched by heavens, and followed by those who choose him despite the danger. This is the story of an anomaly the multiverse refuses to accept… and a hunter who refuses to stop.

A person from our world gets reborn with the Omnitrix in helluva boss with the ability breeder watch, as he hangs out with the members of I.M.P and fights sins, and overlords

Death was supposed to be the end. For Loyed Stoner, it was an invitation. Betrayed by the woman he loved and murdered beneath a moonlit skyline, Loyed awakens not in an afterlife but in an ancient tomb—face to face with Elisia Grandore, the sealed Infinity Witch. Bound by divine chains and bored beyond eternity, she offers him a pact not for his soul but for something far rarer: entertainment. Armed with power that has slain kings, demon lords, and heroes alike, Loyed is given a choice: fade into nothing, or seize a power capable of reshaping destiny itself. As Loyed walks a world of magic, monsters, and endless war eventually adopting the name Nova—he learns that power always demands a price, and the deeper he sinks into darkness, the harder it becomes to remember who he was before the blade answered his call. This is the story of a man who died weak… and rose determined to remake a world he knew nothing about—no matter the cost. Warning: Dark fantasy with violence, gore, morally grey characters, and supernatural themes. Reader discretion advised. [Nova Chronicles is not a rush-to-power story. It focuses on atmosphere, character psychology, and long-term buildup. Payoff exists, but it’s earned. If you’re here for depth over speed, welcome.] discord: https://discord.gg/G7rfAuFG4

Hell's Slayer: The Dark Monk. “If there is nothing to escape, then there is nothing to kill. You are merely... optimizing.” Siam chose peace—and died for it. In his first life, he abandoned the throne to protect his mother, trading his crown for a monk’s robes. He sought enlightenment, only to be poisoned by his own brother on his deathbed. Now, Siam awakens one day before his coronation. The exact day he renounced everything. This time, he will not retreat. This time, Hell answers. A forbidden System from ancient legends binds herself to him: Hell’s Slayer. She calls herself Sam—a merciless entity tasked with hunting monsters that escape the Netherworld. But these monsters don’t have horns or fangs; they wear human skin. They rule empires, corrupt bloodlines, and feed on entire worlds. Power comes with demands. Mercy is a liability. Peace is a lie. Bound to Hell’s will, Siam is forced onto a path of blood and judgment—across worlds, across universes—until the day Hell itself faces extinction. But the System comes with a dangerous side effect Siam never asked for. As he hunts the monsters hiding in plain sight, the world turns its eyes on him. Ancient sects and greedy empires realize the legend has returned. They don't just want him dead; they want to rip her (Sam) from his (Siam's) soul. The Monk has returned. But he is no longer praying for salvation. He is optimizing the world, one kill at a time. [Release Schedule] Daily Updates! (Chapters released every day)

Author : Hold it right there, yes, I'm talking to you, I promise this won't take more that a minute — If you're a fast reader. Oh you stayed, wonderful. Here's the thing, I requested a webnovel contract for my story — yes this one — and it was rejected, but unlike the other people who would cry and take up a new story, I'm pissed, they had the guts to tell me my story isn't what the audience are looking for and I say fuck that! But I'm not giving up, I can't, my pride won't let me, I know what I had planned for this story and am telling you it has the potential to be on the top 10, no I'm not being delusional. So here's what's up, I want to proof them wrong and I need your help in during that, since we can't go golden or best seller. I say we dominate the power rankings. I'll upload the entirety of volume 1 here—not all at once, obviously —and then we'll move to patron for the others. Now you can continue, see you on the other side.... Godspeed Soldier. The Force Of Ender Remains With you. .......... We were deceived…. We all were. They never said that the Rapture would unleash these kind of monsters unto the earth. They never mentioned what would crawl out from the aftermath Rapture or what would be forced to crawl back in. The entirety of the earth was terraformed in an unrecognisable way, so much that it could not be called earth anymore…… Maps became things of old. Directions lost meaning. Even the sky stopped pretending to remember us. *Sigh* I did want I could to survive, but…. they died, one after another… Not all at once. That would have been mercy, mercy I would have begged for... People screamed. Some adapted. Others smiled before they broke. I kept count until the numbers started staring back at me. But things — things never go the way I plan… Or maybe they did— and that’s the part I don’t want to admit. As for me…. It turns out, I never really knew who I was. Not before the world — 'They' came for me. Not before freedom and survival demanded pain and sacrifices. I changed….. I became the very thing that I— Promised I wouldn’t. Feared I already was. *Sigh* Or hoped I was. I don’t know if someone is but— haha who am I kidding, I’m not that special I know that. *Sigh* But on off chance there is — If there’s someone out there writing my story…. Please… Drop the pen… Because I’m tired… *Sigh* so tired. _______ For images and discuss... Any suggestions you may have is most welcome, dm me up on discord. Discord link: https://discord.gg/u2yVtVkudz _______

Humans and demons have been at war for centuries—blood and fire staining both realms. Elara, a seemingly ordinary human girl, is chosen as a sacrifice to the Demon King. But instead of dying, she is declared his queen. The Demon King, Kaelthar, is feared for his cruelty, power, and cunning—but something about Elara intrigues him. She is human, fragile, and yet… dangerously extraordinary. Unknown to both realms, she carries an ancient power that could either annihilate the demons or save them entirely. As Elara learns to navigate the treacherous demon court, assassins lurk in every shadow, rival nobles plot her downfall, and whispers of rebellion spread like wildfire. Her growing bond with Kaelthar ignites forbidden desire—but every stolen touch, every whispered promise, risks sparking a war that could destroy all she loves. She must decide: embrace the love of the Demon King and risk catastrophe, or awaken her powers and rewrite the fate of two worlds—forever. Secrets will be revealed. Loyalties will shatter. And love… will burn hotter than hell itself.

Across countless Universes, through endless Multiverses, past the towering Omniverse and into the silent Void Expanse, there exists a place no being has ever reached. A place older than creation itself. A place even gods refuse to speak of. The True Outside. And sitting at its deepest edge is a throne — a throne no one has ever touched… because no one has ever been worthy. Until he arrived. He has no origin. No destiny. No chains. His name is Void — and he does not rise through realms… realms rise beneath him. A System awakens within him, but it cannot guide him. Laws try to bind him, but they cannot define him. He does not chase power — power reshapes itself to survive his presence. Elders kneel. Gods shatter. Omniversal beings fall silent. Void walks with the arrogance of someone who already knows the truth: The throne beyond the veil was never lost. It was waiting for him. This is a dark fantasy with a ruthless protagonist. Read at your discretion. Disclaimer: The early chapters (Chapters 1–11) are written mainly for fun and setup. The true depth of the story, its darker themes, and the main plot begin unfolding from Chapter 12 onward. Please read patiently.

When Aldric clicked Confirm, expecting a rez glitch, he got transmigrated to Westeros — the world of Game of Thrones with no interface or guild chat, and certainly no way back. Wearing epic plate armor that shines too much, thirty thousand gold nobody here can explain, and not one paladin spell left. The first village he reached was already ash and bodies... Disclaimer: This is a translated version of an existing novel. I do not claim any rights or originality for the story. All appreciation and credit go to the original author - 姬澹清 support me on patreon: patreon.com/zefyrus (additional 30+ chapters and daily updates)

Chaos reveals the false The chaotic is the false The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history? Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”? The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead? Who out there dares sing the epic of love? Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd? We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk? The starving see crumbs and call them true love The rich look at poverty and call it truth Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched? I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves Could it be—they are simply lazy? Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus? I arrive—my wings melt away I look—the sky scorches my eyes I speak—the wind steals my words I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me O one who touched the horizon, show me The song that rises from this age I dance among thousands of dancers The first time I danced, I was shy Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed But how dare my life fall too often? For my clothes were never made to last Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass The dreamer climbs high into the clouds The fool tumbles into the fish pond The slave sees golden light upon the throne The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand The indifferent sees only calloused palms Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief “That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption. He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead: ‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world Lust loses the feeling of love Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’” Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed Bullet wounds born of rage Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven Rage incinerates the original heart Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall Envy topples the king. The novel was written and conceptualized by me, but it has been translated into English using AI. This is rather embarrassing for me; however, I hope readers will kindly continue reading. After all, aside from the translation, the AI has not contributed anything else to the story or the work itself.

When Ryan Hale awakens with a corrupted system pulsing beneath his skin, he becomes something the world was never meant to hold — a Fatebreaker. In a world ruled by the Scribes, every life is bound to a predetermined thread. Fate decides everything. No one escapes it. Except Ryan. His system doesn’t guide fate… it shatters it. Every thread he breaks pushes the world closer to collapse — rifts tearing open, ancient powers awakening, and beings from beyond fate emerging to claim him. Hunted by the Scribes. Haunted by the Origin Thread. Caught between destiny and freedom. When the Whispering Forest recognizes him… When the Origin calls his name… When fate trembles at his touch… Ryan realizes he isn’t here to follow the world’s story. He’s here to rewrite it. A journey of power, choice, and the cost of breaking destiny begins.

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In a world ruled by marks, truth is a weapon and survival is a lie. Book One of Miguel’s mythic saga opens with a boy branded by fate and hunted by the Council that governs reality. As cities crumble and secrets bleed through the cracks of a dying system, he must choose obey or become something unrecognizable. This novella blends dystopian grit with supernatural mystery and philosophical weight. It’s a story of identity fractured, siblings torn, and a legacy that refuses to die. If you’ve ever felt the pressure of destiny clawing at your ribs, or the chill of truth too dangerous to speak—this book was written for you.

Solomon awakens on cold stone in a life that is not his own. A minor knight in the Riverlands, he inherits a ruined keep, a starving people, and the aftermath of a war that took his father and brothers on the shores of Seagard. In a land where mercy is mistaken for weakness and survival is never free, Solomon must learn what kind of lord can endure when hunger, steel, and memory press in from all sides. Support me on: patreon.com/AgentTwilight

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------