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Joker Reincarnated I’ll Burn This World Like I Burned the Last One

In a modern world, he was the forgotten adopted son, the perfect student no one ever saw, the boyfriend betrayed and ridiculed to the bone. When he finally broke, he didn’t cry. He laughed. And together with the only girl who understood his madness, he turned the school into a circus of blood, fireworks, and red confetti. He died smiling, in her arms, happy for the first time. But death was just the opening act. Reincarnated as two little demon children in a basket, left at an orphanage in a world of magic, they discovered that every victim of the massacre had been brought along — memories intact, hatred boiling, and now equipped with powers, levels, and skills to fight back. The treacherous ex-girlfriend. The 14 guys who laughed at him. The classmates who filmed it. The teachers who looked the other way. They’re all here. And they all remember. But Joker and Harley don’t want revenge. They want to play. In a world where women are treated as commodities and abandoned children are forgotten, they’re going to build the greatest circus that ever existed. With a family of eight insane little sisters, an eternal mother who hugs you to death, and a big sister who came back from the future — only to find out they’d already saved everyone. Because anyone who messes with their family becomes fireworks. And anyone who becomes family gets eternal hugs. Here, kings, heroines, goddesses, and even the victims themselves will learn the most important lesson: The Joker never plays fair. And the show… has only just begun.
Midoriyadark · 42.2k Views

I'M NOT THE NAMELESS ONE

For longer than he can remember, Ifrit has wandered through countless timelines, shattered realities, and impossible universes. He has witnessed the rise and fall of gods. He has watched civilizations burn, be reborn, and vanish without a trace. He has buried friends whose names even history forgot. He has seen lovers swear eternal devotion, only to become passing memories in the endless flow of existence. At some point, he stopped counting his age. At some point, he stopped searching for answers. Yet one question continues to follow him across every reality: What am I? In a multiverse governed by timelines, concepts, divine laws, and the mysterious World Clock, there exists a forbidden truth hidden from gods and mortals alike. A truth so terrifying that entire pantheons erased themselves rather than remember it. The truth of The Nameless One. When ancient seals begin to break and forgotten timelines awaken, Ifrit finds himself at the center of a cosmic conflict older than existence itself. Gods fear him. Concepts reject him. Reality struggles to define him. Because Ifrit is the only being who exists across all realities without another version of himself. As the boundaries between universes collapse and the First War threatens to begin anew, Ifrit must uncover the secret buried within his own existence. But the closer he gets to the answer, the more horrifying the truth becomes. For Ifrit is not searching for the Nameless One. The Nameless One may be searching for him. And if he ever remembers the forgotten truth hidden beyond gods, beyond time, and beyond existence itself... Reality may be forced to decide what it truly is for the very first time. "I have crossed infinite worlds, buried countless memories, and outlived civilizations beyond number." "But after all this time..." "I still don't know what I am." I'M NOT THE NAMELESS ONE A Chronofantasy Novel by ZIAYI
Ziayi · 61.4k Views

Princess’s Struggle for Survival

Imagine waking up as the villain in your sister's cheesy fantasy novel. Yeah, not ideal, especially when that villain is destined for hatred, and a grim end in some forgotten dungeon. That's Astrid's new reality. Her old life? Gone. Her new mission? Survive. And step one means throwing the original script out the window. But changing fate is way harder than it sounds. In a desperate move, Astrid makes the story's heroine, Lyra, her personal maid. Clever, right? Except teaching Lyra magic and treating her like, well, a person, backfires spectacularly. Lyra's gratitude twists into something intense, dark, and possessive. And she's not the only one. Astrid tries mending fences with her powerful aunt, only to find herself smothered by a love that feels dangerously close to madness. Even her ambitious half-sister, originally her rival, gets weirdly attached after Astrid shows her a bit of warmth and helps her gain power using some modern-world smarts. Astrid thought she was being clever, building alliances, creating intelligence networks, rewriting roles. She is changing the story, but it's warping everyone around her. Their loyalty? It's becoming obsession. Their affection? A dangerous fixation. Now, Astrid isn't just fighting the plot. She's drowning in a mess of her own making – caught between people who crave her, tangled in lies and affections twisted way out of shape. Everyone wants her, and sharing isn't remotely on their agenda.
_Astra_20 · 1.1m Views

Rebirth Of Chaos

When one has power, they are respected, but that same respect can also lead to hatred and under that hate, there is fear. The god of chaos was a being with power so great the other 11 gods couldn't even try to compare to him. They all respected him but they also feared him. His power alone could destroy reality all together. The only person who could beat him would be the Regulator but no one knows where he is. The god of light Lucifer created a weapon, a weapon which could even strike down the god of chaos Ephraxis. What was the sword made off for it to defeat a god as powerful as Ephraxis. That was the question surging through Ephraxis mind as he layed in the floor of the council room of the gods. As he layed,his so called friend Lucifer whispered something to him, something that made Ephraxis blood boiled for the first time in very very long while. Before he died he swore that he would return and he would kill Lucifer and everyone one of the gods who were with him. His call had been answered and when he awoke, he had been reborn into the family of Morningstar. That last name belonged to Lucifer. It pissed him off to think he was reborn into his enemies family. But how did his enemy even have a family in the first place. There were questions piling on in his head but there was one thing that was clear. He would kill the gods who had betrayed him by any means necessary. Which meant he was going to need to reclaim his weapon. The sword of chaos, Havenhell. He had been giving a second chance, a chance he would not waste.
Kiragya_Honmashi · 31.3k Views

ARKSTORM

"Was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?" For a century, the continent of Laurasia has been a sepulchre of ash. What was once a tranquil expanse of kingdoms and emerald forests is now a Demonic Hell, usurped by the Demon Legion. Skeletons and carcasses are the only harvest in lands where humanity once thrived. Now, the few remaining bastions of mankind flicker like dying embers against an encroaching, eldritch night. In the heart of this chaos, within the high walls of the Capital, lies the Sanctus Sanctum—the supreme echelon of Mageia and the iron fist of the Magis' Guild. Seraph was the Sanctum’s ghost. A lowly orphan whose family was slaughtered by the swarm, he lived as a frail Acomage, bullied to the brink of death by noble-born magis who used "Mageia duels" as a veil for cruelty. After a ruthless assault left him broken and coughing up poisoned blood in a desolate infirmary, the boundaries of the multiverse fractured. A mysterious soul from a dark dimension—ancient, cunning, and lethal—has merged with the dying youth. Two fates, forged into a single, unstoppable entity. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has awakened with eyes that see the hidden truths of the world—one Gold, one Azure. He possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies the ancient laws of the Magis' Guild. Seraph is no longer the victim cowering in the shadows. He is the master of a power that even the Demon Legion will come to fear. From the blood-stained halls of the Sanctum to the frontlines of the Great War, he will not just survive. He will become the cataclysm that ends it. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the Storm. (⌐■_■)
TDMarches · 88.7k Views