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Demon Anomaly System

Blurb: He was once mindless trash. Vermin. An Imp. No name, no purpose. No future. He was supposed to die in the Maw like the rest. Mindless, crawling meat for something stronger to chew on. But something broke. A spark buried itself inside him... something ancient, older than Hell itself. Now he can see. He can think. He can Evolve. Hell doesn't know it yet, but the bottom just stood up. And he's hungry. Synopsis: The lowest demon in Hell. An imp without thought, spawned from filth, born for slaughter. Then he devoured a glitched system shard, something that shouldn’t exist in Hell. It gave him thought. It gave him power. It gave him the chance to evolve. Crawling through a realm of endless death and rot, he forced open a path to Earth. But in the year 2125, Earth isn’t what it once was. A hundred years ago, the Convergence shattered reality. Dimensions merged and the Dungeons fell. Civilization ended. Now, after a century of struggle, the Five Kings rule what's left, each carving out their own empires with overwhelming power. Like the Beast Taming King, who controls what was once Africa. His lands teem with monsters. Users flock to farm his dungeons, capturing beasts, gather rare materials...if they can survive, and don't forget to pay tribute. Or the Undead King, who holds what was once Europe and Russia in an iron grip. Endless legions of the dead serve him, his people loyal and fanatical. Behind an iron mask, he enforces absolute authority. A tyrant, loved by his people, living or dead. Everywhere, system users chase their own power. Shards grant anything from petty stats to world-shaking destinies. Everyone sees themselves as the hero, the protagonist of their own story. All of this is maintained and guided through the Network, a system-spanning infrastructure no human can escape. It ranks, registers, and controls. But not everywhere. Beyond the king's territories lie the Freelands, lawless zones they can’t or won’t hold. Here, gangs and corporations carve up ground while dimensional rifts swallow entire city blocks, wild dungeons drop without warning, and violence is the only law. He shouldn’t even exist in the Network. He’s not human. But his shard is corrupted...tainted. He slips through its firewalls, unregistered, unranked and free. Consuming the life and identity of Wohan Seo-jin, a system user and gang boss on the drowned coast of what was once Korea, he takes everything: his face, his memories, his men. Now he owns a foothold in the human world. And he plans to keep it. Survival isn’t enough. There is too much to want, too much to take for his own. System users, demons, dimensional races, even gods, he’ll push past every limit, evolve beyond every threat, and claim everything he desires...no matter the cost. #Litrpg #DarkFantasy #Grimdark #ProgressionFantasy #Post-apocalyptic
ValdenePatriarch · 86.7k Views

THE ENDLESS WORLD OF UNDEAD

Misaki Haruto, an off-world engineer and accidental wanderer, awakens in a world where no one sleeps, the sun and moon trade 25-hour reigns, and every night brings the same horror: the Wave—relentless undead rising through a mysterious portal at the border of the forest. Villages do not rest; they pray. They do not bury their dead; they resurrect those untainted. And Misaki, dropped into this world with only his wits and a malfunctioning HUD, becomes the unlikeliest hope anyone has ever seen. Adopted by the struggling village of Mlod, Misaki’s engineering instincts begin reshaping the land. A moat that collapses entire waves. Reinforced walls. Siege engines carved from bone. A new guild system. Skills no villager has ever seen. And an ability the Weave itself recognizes—something between magic, science, and destiny. Night after night, Misaki fights beside Lyria, Riyeak, and the rising heroes of Mlod. Day after day, he designs, builds, and questions the truth behind this endlessly respawning world. Yet everything changes the moment the Crown’s army arrives—accusing Mlod of treason and threatening to dismantle the defenses that keep its people alive. Misaki defies them. Then cages their soldiers with a snap of his fingers. A forbidden purple aura awakens in his HUD, whispering of power beyond law, beyond reason, beyond what this world has allowed for centuries. Declared rebels, the villagers rally around him. Migrants join. The moats deepen. The guild is born. And Misaki—the outsider, the builder, the strategist—becomes something more than a leader. He becomes the Vorn’kai, the shield of a town that refuses to die. But the undead waves evolve. Dungeons surface. The Crown marches with a full legion. And ancient forest spirits choose sides. War looms over the land of Riyeak, and Misaki’s choices begin shaping not just survival, but the future of the entire region. Because if he falls, the undead take the town. And if the town falls… the portal will not stop with them. To save Ul’varh’mir, Misaki must battle kings, nightfall, monsters, and the forbidden power growing inside him—before the world learns that resurrection has limits, and corruption has a purpose. The age of villages is ending. The age of guilds and rebels is beginning. And Misaki Haruto stands at the center— engineer, strategist, and the first crownless king of a world where the dead never sleep.
nOvachrono · 5.4k Views

After Transmigration, I farmed monsters until I became unmatched

Ryan Zhao, a disillusioned young man from Earth, dies and unexpectedly wakes up in the body of Li Wei, a boy considered the biggest waste of the Li Clan. In a world where strength decides everything, he is mocked, bullied, and despised because he can’t cultivate at all. But everything changes when he accidentally slaps a fly to death and activates the God of War System. With instant upgrades, martial skills, and powerful abilities dropping into his hands, Ryan rises from “trash” to a nine-star warrior overnight. He gains mystical skills like the Sky Eye Technique and Three Thousand Flames, allowing him to crush enemies and erase them without a trace. Along the way, he grows closer to Li Xue, a beautiful girl who secretly admires him. When bullies try to humiliate him again, Ryan fights back, this time with overwhelming power. Determined to keep leveling up, he heads into the dangerous Forest of Death to farm monsters all night, unaware that even his father suspects he has gained a great opportunity. This is the story of a transmigrator who ended up in the body of a once-useless boy and turned himself into an unstoppable powerhouse, with a system, confidence, and beauty by his side. * Author's Other notable contracted works: War Online, My Soul Card is a Reaper, Weapon Seller in the world of Magic, and A Peacock Husband of Five Princesses by day-A Noble Assassin by Night. * Do comment and give power stones or golden tickets to support the author. For further support: patreon.com/snowstar For discussions about the novel or hints of future arcs and spoilers, Join the Discord server: https://discord.gg/9pw6NBJD
Snowstar · 3.2k Views

A Foolish Regressor's Only Choice

An infected world. With a never-ending invasion. Status screens, unique skills, gods and demons… even monsters capable of ending the world in a single breath. "Hah… what kind of circus do we keep getting thrown into? I am still not sure whether humanity deserves this or if the universe is just bored.." By the time he reached his twelfth life, Iskael had already watched the world end more times than he could count on two hands. He had failed as a hero, as a survivor, and as a lover, thrown back again and again using the tool he desperately monopolized. he stood alone at the cliff’s edge, but he looked nothing like the terrified survivors scattered far behind him. He looked over the Zenith Chasm in silence. Below him, the abyss seethed with monsters in the millions. An evil smile permeated his face, a face no normal soul could ever be able to make staring endlessly at an abyss. It was the kind of smile that would have made his classmates step back on instinct, a smile that did not match any sane person who still claimed to fight for humanity. Wind pressed against his clothes, dragging the torn fabric slightly over his frame. And beneath it, black linen tattoos shimmered like living veins of ink. The unearthly symbols crawled and shifted across his torso, disappearing into the hidden folds creased into his figure. He stood above the ever hollowing Zenith Chasm, as the sole vanguard for the beginning of the raid. Having fearful last minute thoughts would be normal, for anyone staring at such an abomination of numbers. Yet you see only one mantra stayed firm to this young man, Iskael's heart. A coping mantra more dear than anything. “Step back. Or step forward. Step through your hurt again, until the loop bends to you. Then time will also be nothing but your lesson and your tool to carve the little life you were denied having.” This time he chose to step forward. Air rushed past him as he let himself fall, his body flipping weightlessly through the tranquil yet furious winds, and as he fell those black tattoos began glowing brighter with each rotation in preparation for something. Then, as monsters roared and the world shook beneath him, he whispered: “It is such a melodramatic thing to say.." But you see, my little karma farms...” His grin widened. “I’m a regressor.” **BOOOM**
DeadlyReplacement · 7.3k Views