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HEAVENLY DEMON ASCENSION

It felt real. That was what he kept coming back to. The smell of this room felt real. The weight of this body felt real. The sound of that argument outside felt real in the specific, unremarkable way that real things felt. His first life had been nothing but a bitter, endless struggle. He had lost the handful of people he truly cared about and had been completely helpless to stop it. Then, just when he finally gripped a slight sliver of hope to change his fate, it was violently ripped away, ending with him locked inside a forsaken underground archive. For twenty-four years, he did what he could to survive. At first, he had hope, but the darkness faded it. He had a burning thirst for revenge, but the isolation snuffed it out. He had the will to live, but eventually, even that was forgotten in the dust of the old scrolls. He had become an empty vessel simply waiting for death. And then, on his final day, he accidentally came across a dark red book. The impossible conclusion settled over him like heavy snow. He had regressed. At first, the mere thought felt completely ridiculous. But deep down, in some buried corner of his soul, this was the solitary dream he had prayed for during his darkest nights in the archive. As the decades had bled away, he had convinced himself that second chances didn't exist in a world as cruel as the Murim. There were no do-overs for a ruined life. Yet, here he was. He didn't know what god or devil had granted this miracle, but as the heavy, dark presence pulsed faintly in his mind, he knew with absolute certainty that the book was the catalyst. It had sent him back.
noahdblack · 5.5k Views

INFINITE GACHA SYSTEM: I Pull SSS-Rank Heroines From Another World

His Crest Card says RANK F. SUMMONER. The son of Edmund Kane, SS-rank legend, the man who single-handedly dragged a dead profession back into relevance, and that is what the ceremony stone produced. An F-rank Summoner. A dead man's profession. His father's name attached to a rank that means nothing. He already knew how to survive humiliation. House Harwick had been teaching him since he was eleven, the year their advocates, their bribes, and their fabricated debt records put his father in a detention cell and his family name in the ground. Five years in Greyfen's lower city. Then Caldmore Academy on a scholarship. Then three years of being the quiet one. The one who covered for his team on every run and never asked for anything back. On the third floor of the Caldmore dungeon, his team leader looked at him bleeding on the stone floor and made a decision. They left. He should have died. The wraith had already done the work. The cold was already in his chest. Instead, silence. Then something vast and patient exhaling for the first time. [INFINITE GACHA SYSTEM: ONLINE] [VOID REGISTRY: ACTIVE] [FIRST PULL: AVAILABLE] She constituted from nothing: light gathering, form settling. Eyes closed. Then open. She was also just the first. He is going to collect every one of those debts from those he is owed. In full. In public. With interest. And the extraordinary women arriving from destroyed worlds, one by one, pull by pull, each one SSS-rank, are going to make sure he lives long enough to do it. [R18: Violence · Strong language · Explicit content · Power fantasy · Harem · Revenge]
The_Godfath3r · 1.2k Views

Scarsmith

Elias was never a chosen one. He was a broke, exhausted young man from the modern world, quietly rotting under debt and shame while trying to keep his sick mother alive. When legal work stops being enough, he slips into something illegal, gets caught, and is beaten to death with one thought burning in him: he failed to save her. Then he wakes in another world. A world where suffering is not just common—it is organized. Here, hunger, humiliation, fear, separation, and pain are turned into political power. The higher the authority, the more cleanly it has learned to profit from the misery of others. Elias arrives at the bottom, treated as nothing more than a reserve of suffering. But this world has one terrible rule he can use: every precise wound he survives can be forged into a precise form of strength. Every scar can become an ascent. So Elias climbs. He turns punishment into endurance, humiliation into cold fury, and pain into the means to strike back. He will crush the people who built their power on the broken. He will claw his way upward to the silent throne at the center of it all. And he will find a way home before his mother dies. But the strongest awakenings demand a price that is crueler than blood: pieces of his mother herself. Her voice. Her scent. The memory of her hand on his forehead. To save her, Elias may have to pay with everything that still makes her real inside him. And if he opens the path back too late—or too empty—he may not return alone.
Max_7350 · 1.7k Views