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I was a corporate drone who worked myself to death. Now I've woken up as Uchiha Shinsuke — the clan's biggest joke. No chakra... No talent.... The kid everyone steps on. But the moment those bullies came for me... a System awakened. [Clan Glory System: Bound.] [Beginner's Gift Pack: Distributed.] [Sharingan: Unlocked.] The Uchiha are being crushed from outside and rotting from within. The Massacre is coming. Nobody is going to stop it. Nobody... except me. — Danzo? I’ll erase him. The Third Hokage? He’ll answer to me. Akatsuki? I’ll take control. The Five Great Nations? They will bow. My name is Uchiha Shinsuke. And the Uchiha… will rise again. ----------- Chapter 61 Spoiler: 'Lord Shinsuke is so cool!' In this moment, in young Sasuke's eyes, Shinsuke was cooler than Fugaku, cooler even than his brother Itachi. "Remember what I say today." "What belongs to the Uchiha, we will take back with our own hands." "The era of swallowing our pride and bowing our heads..." Shinsuke raised the black blade in his hand, the blade that symbolized the authority of the Clan Head, and pointed its tip toward the sky. "From the moment I, Uchiha Shinsuke, stand here..." "It is completely over!"

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]

your one tap= my biggest dream come true Isha Sharma never believed in fate _____ until the night everything changed. A simple girl with a broken past, struggling to survive in a city that never cared… her life takes a dark turn when a tragic accident steals someone she loved. But what if it wasn’t an accident? When whispers begin to follow her… when a voice calls her name in the silence… when flashes of something she never witnessed start haunting her… Isha realizes one terrifying truth _____ She is no longer just a girl searching for answers. She is becoming something else. As secrets begin to unfold, lies start breaking, and the past refuses to stay buried… Isha finds herself trapped in a dangerous game where every step brings her closer to the truth _____ or closer to her own destruction. Because someone is watching. And they know everything. your author..

After her grandfather's death, Bai Hanyun was disowned by her parents and cast out of the Bai family. With nowhere else to go, she left the city and returned to the countryside. There, by a twist of fate, she discovered an antique mirror hidden in the basement of her newly purchased home. From that moment on, strange events began to unfold—until one day, she stumbled upon a prayer from a young general. Feng Xiyan, besieged by the Yuezhi Tribe and betrayed by the imperial court, had been driven into a desperate corner. With no access to water, food, or medicine, he and the citizens of Xiqiang City could do nothing but await death. But just as all hope seemed lost, Heaven intervened. From that moment on, the Feng Army and the people of Xiqiang City had enough food and water, living lives more prosperous than even the Emperor himself.

The Empire took everything in a single night: my clan, my home, my future. I am only here because of the sacrifices made by my brother and those who stood with him. I survived, but I survived alone. A man I now call Master found me. He brought me to a sanctuary hidden deep within the heart of the Empire, a place where children with broken spirits and powerful bloodlines are gathered. Month after month, the missions grow bloodier, and the boy I once was is slowly disappearing. Because the truth is simple. We are not survivors. We are weapons. And I think… I am becoming a very good one.

The war in Heaven wasn't about good and evil.It was about a family shattered by a single, painful question: is a perfect love worth the cost of free will?

"I'm not giving up! Even if I have to break your legs to drag you back here, I'm bringing you home!" "Hmph. My foolish little brother... you're still as naive as ever."

The world is at war. The Empire somehow angered the Seishin enough for them to attack their homes. Brutal battles happen all over the land and the Karada, a special force within the empire, are looking to recruit young men and women to learn to manipulate divine energy and overwhelm the strength of the Seishin. Obai finds himself joining the Karada, but not for the same reasons. He believes that they are behind the murder of his sister from five years ago, and he's preparing to exact his revenge on the murderer, Ilka Merric, the leader of the Karada. Note: Cover Art in the works! I hope it inspires more people to read the story. Enjoy!

The machine that measures human potential has never produced a zero before. Erik Noc is eighteen years old when the Awakening Ceremony assigns him a rank that doesn't exist. N. Null. A classification so unprecedented the examiner has to create a new notation on the spot. No guild will take him. No dungeon will pay him. In a world where your rank determines everything, your rights, your income, your life expectancy, Erik registers as nothing. What the machine couldn't read was the other system. The one that activated the moment the ceremony ended. The one that showed Erik exactly what he is. Human on the outside. Something else entirely underneath. His growth path is simple and absolute: consume the Life Essence of the living, and grow. Not monsters. Not dungeons. People. The more powerful the prey, the faster the climb. Every kill leaves behind fragments of the dead, their years of training, their hard-won skills, their strength, waiting to be inherited by the one who ended them. Erik has a dead man's four years of blade work in his hands. He has a rank that could shatter governments sitting hidden behind a face that looks like nothing. He has a girl who trusts him, a father who might not be dead, and a system that has told him he was born to correct something wrong at the foundation of the universe. He doesn't feel like a correction. He feels like a boy trying to make rent in a Tier 8 city, watching the throne build itself beneath him one careful step at a time, and wondering how long he can keep looking like nobody before the world figures out what nothing actually means. He didn't choose to be a predator. He's still deciding what kind. Author's Note Hello, and welcome to NULL. I want to be upfront with you: this story is slow-burn progression fiction. The operative word is burn, steady, deliberate, and building toward something that will genuinely earn the payoff. Erik does not become a god in chapter three. He eats soup in chapter six and the soup tastes normal and that is, I promise you, the point. If you've read this far and you're the kind of reader who enjoys watching a character build something real from nothing, where every rank-up costs something, every kill leaves a mark, and the power feels earned because you watched it get paid for, then you are exactly who I wrote this for. For those of you refreshing for new chapters: I see you. I respect you. I am writing as fast as my conscience allows. Which brings me to the part where I diplomatically mention that chapters don't write themselves, and your enthusiasm does, in a very measurable way, determine how quickly mine appears. Every 150 Power stones = 1 Bonus Chapter. That's not a threat. That's a transaction. A very fair one, I think, given that you're getting a man on a throne of corpses looking like he'd rather be somewhere else, and I'm getting the motivation to describe it in vivid detail at two in the morning. Share this with someone who deserves it. Word of mouth is how stories like this find the readers they were made for. If you know someone who stayed up too late finishing a book and felt something they couldn't name afterward, that's who this is for. Send it to them. The throne isn't built yet. Come watch. -Noctorius

"Sicilian Vespers" "By McArthur Zechariah Brown Jr." On the night of Giuliana’s 60th birthday, the most powerful wine empire in Sicily collapses in blood. Salvatore—the legendary patriarch—is murdered in his own cellar. By his own brother. But the killers make one fatal mistake— They leave the rest of the family alive. Now, grief turns into vengeance. And leading it is a man no one saw coming. Salvatore’s son-in-law. Calm. Ruthless. Unforgiving. He doesn’t want justice. He wants "war". From the vineyards to the mountains, from hidden cellars to ancient roads, the hunt begins. Betrayals surface. Alliances shatter. Every step reveals a deeper conspiracy—and a truth far more dangerous than revenge. Because this wasn’t just a murder. It was a move. And someone far more powerful is watching. In a world where loyalty is bought, love is weaponized, and blood is the only currency— How far will a man go to avenge his family? And what happens when vengeance becomes something… darker? --- "Updates daily. No mercy. No forgiveness."

Born into a forbidden vampire bloodline, Ivy Richardson was never meant to be free—only controlled. When a single mistake exposes her to the clan, she is dragged before them to be punished, humiliated, and made an example of. But the punishment awakens something buried deep inside her—an ancient power the bloodline was meant to erase. Now she is no longer just prey. She is something they fear. In a house ruled by cruelty and secrets, Ivy becomes the center of dangerous obsessions. Her father’s wife watches her with an unsettling fixation—protective, possessive, and increasingly unstable—blurring the line between love and control. And Seraphina, cold and unreadable, enters her life with vengeance in her blood… yet finds herself drawn into Ivy’s orbit in ways she never intended. But nothing in Ivy’s world is simple. Desire becomes a trap. Loyalty becomes manipulation. And survival means learning who is obsessed with her… and why. Because in this world, Ivy is not just being watched. She is being claimed. .

A boy born outside the laws of the universe carries the soul of a fallen god. As he rises through a world of Immortals and hidden powers, Kael must decide will he follow the laws that bind all existence... or become the one who controls them?

Ji Hun Min, a rising boxing star, faces an impossible choice: throw the biggest match of his career to save his mother's life, or fight with honor and lose everything. When a photo of him taking the bribe goes viral, his reputation shatters overnight. Now he must fight not just for belts, but for redemption in a world that has already judged him.

The day the sky shattered, the world changed forever. A mysterious System descended, selecting individuals and granting them power, abilities, and a new path called destiny. Those who were chosen rose above the rest, becoming heroes admired by all. The world quickly adapted. Cities transformed, dangers emerged, and strength became the only thing that mattered. But not everyone was chosen. Aarav was left behind. In a world where power defines worth, he struggles to survive as nothing more than an ordinary person. While others grow stronger and chase glory, he remains invisible—unnoticed and forgotten. Until one day, something strange happens. A small irregularity. A moment that doesn't feel right. Something that shouldn't exist. And for the first time… Aarav realizes that this new world may not be as perfect as it seems.

Fighting a war that he didn't want, Dante is faced with the hard truth that humans won't stop until his race is extinct. Giving him no choice but to become what he never wanted to... a natural born killer. At least that is what might be the case for normal people but this is different. His bloodline is special, giving him no choice but to embark on a path of conquest to give his kind a chance to come back one day. "As the last vampire, I'll become a god."

“Why do humans rule the world?” “...Because their form is the closest to the gods.” On the day known as the Great Awakening, the barrier separating mortals, spirits, and gods shattered without warning. Divine influence poured into the world like rain and the world was forever changed. Aren Cross stood at the very top of that new world, one of the strongest Mystics to ever live. For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon his humanity and ascend as a god. He failed. But, instead of death, Aren awakens in his high school classroom, moments before his first bloodline awakening ceremony. This time, with knowledge of the future, he will choose the strongest Evolutions. Water and Fire are opposing elements? Why not pick both? Wings or Burrowing Traits? Let me take them all. ------------------------ Book Goals!: Castle = Mass release 5 chapters Spaceship = Mass release 10 chapters Gachapon = Mass release 15 chapters If you find the story confusing or inconsistent at some parts, feel free to add me at my Discord!: https://discord.gg/86DZcscc

"In the Somnium Sanctum, dreams are currency, and nightmares are weapons." He was a bastard prince, discarded in a mass grave at age ten. She was a forbidden saint—branded a heretic and executed—whose spine was carved into twenty-two cursed bones. Before she died, she buried a message in each one. When Soren's blood awakened the first bone, the Abyss Bone Tarot System came online—and the price of that power burned the vision from his eyes. He didn't lose his sight. He traded it for something far more terrifying. Now, behind a blindfold stained with his mother's blood, Soren sees what no one else can: the fractures in every soul, the cracks in every destiny, and the exact point where a person breaks. In this world, power flows from the stars. Every living soul possesses a Star Chart that defines their ceiling—and exposes their death sentence. Every soul except Soren. He has no Chart. No ceiling. No weakness they can find. The Somnium Sanctum is a thirteen-floor tower of assassins and dream-weavers, where beauty is currency and death is an art form. The elites who enter its halls believe they are purchasing ecstasy. They don't realize they are walking into the web of a blind spider. Every dream he weaves is a trap. Every illusion, a harvest. Every whispered promise, a death sentence engineered to extract the precise emotional currency his System craves. 〘 MAJOR ARCANA: The Hermit IX — FUSION: 1% 〙 〘 22 Major Arcana. 56 Minor Arcana. 78 cards to collect. 〙 〘 Each Major Arcana at 100% unlocks a message from his dead mother—and a weapon she left behind. 〙 He doesn't serve them. He devours them. One floor at a time. One soul at a time. One card at a time. From the blood-soaked Crucible on Floor 3 to the star-crowned thrones on Floor 13, Soren will climb over the corpses of kings, warlords, and gods—collecting the pieces of his mother's final gambit. The rulers of this world killed a heretic and thought the story ended there. They were wrong. She had a son. And he has a System. "Welcome to my sanctuary. Here, your deepest desire is the key to your perfect demise." 〘 ABYSS BONE TAROT — SYSTEM ONLINE 〙 〘 HOST: Soren 〙 〘 SELENE'S LEGACY: 0/22 MESSAGES 〙 〘 THE HUNT BEGINS. 〙 Tags: #AntiHero #DarkFantasy #System #UniqueSystem #RuthlessMC #Manipulation #TarotMagic #StarChart #CheatSystem #Revenge #HighIQ #Assassins #SoulHarvesting #HiddenIdentity #PowerProgression

Lauren, who traveled to the Marvel world, became the only heir of a top chaebol family. He thought he would reach the pinnacle of his life at the beginning, but he didn’t expect to get the script of Batman. His parents died tragically on the street at the beginning. Not only that, the complicated forces were staring at him, the big fat sheep, as if they wanted to eat him alive. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he bound the “Super Dimension Technology” system. And obtained the general combat robot technology of “NieR: Automata”, so it’s not too much to build a beautiful and durable 2B sister as a wife to protect himself at the beginning! Miss 2B: Any behavior that harms the Creator is not allowed, otherwise, die! Lauren: My wife is right! Miss 2B: Once you find that the Creator has any needs, you must go all out to meet them. Lauren: Wife, that’s right, but my waist hurts a little today, I want to sleep alone! Miss 2b: Don’t even think about it! --------------------------- Join my Patreon now to get instant access to the next chapters!

They called me a battery. Plug in, drain dry, discard. For three years, I healed every wound the Darkflame Guild inflicted on others—while they inflicted new ones on me. Then they killed my only friend to buy my silence. They should have killed me instead. Now I have a new ability: Decay. Every touch I give looks like healing. But inside, I'm counting down the hours until their powers crumble from within—naturally, untraceable, perfectly fatal. I've joined a new guild. I smile at my enemies every morning. I heal them when they ask. And one by one, they're going to rot.

In a world ravaged by seven years of relentless war, nations have crumbled and civilization teeters on the brink of extinction. The relentless Shadow Army, led by ancient and malevolent gods, has brought death and devastation, reducing once-proud cities to ruins. Amidst this chaos, a desperate alliance known as the Frontier emerges, uniting the remnants of humanity, demons, elves, and angels in a final bid for suvival. As the war grinds to a bloody stalemate, Alexander, a soldier haunted by the brutal realities of conflict, finds himself in the fortified city of Pingyao. Here, he encounters Dr. Jin, a mad scientist whose eccentric genius might hold the key to turning the tide. Dr. Jin reveals the harrowing history of the Shadow Gods and the legendary Eight Blades forged to that could destroy the universe and make everything cease to exist but also rewrite it. Where the clash of steel and gun powered echoes through desolate landscapes and the cries of the fallen pierce the air like daggers, brutality reigns supreme. Blood flows freely, staining the earth crimson as warriors meet in deadly combat, their every strike infused with the raw fury of battle. Amidst the chaos, Alexander stands as a soldier, his sword cut down foes. Each blow he delivers is rage of violence, cutting through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Limbs are severed, bodies rent asunder, as Alexander's wrath knows no bounds. Doing the great battle 7 years ago against Azrael, Eve mysteriously disappeared in turn cause the apocalypse. Across the wasteland, survivors cuts a swath of destruction upon one another, blood flowing like river with the bodies of men, women, and children, with each day leaving a trail of carnage. As the battle rages on, the intensity of the violence only grows, each combatant driven by a primal urge to survive at any cost. Bodies pile up like cordwood, the stench of death hanging heavy in the air as the clash of steel continues unabated. In this crucible of bloodshed, there is no room for mercy or remorse. Only the strong survive, their will forged in the fires of war, their hearts hardened by the brutality of combat. And in the end, only the victor will emerge from the fray, their triumph measured in the bodies of the fallen. by ancient grudges, "Lost Honor" follows the journey of Eve, a once-powerful warrior stripped of her abilities and thrust into a conflict of cosmic proportions. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals, Eve grapples with lost memories and the burden of mortality, haunted by the ghosts of her past. Amidst the chaos, a mysterious figure known as Erebus plots to conquer Earth, unveiling a sinister plan that could spell doom for all. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Eve must confront her own demons and forge unlikely alliances in a desperate bid to save humanity. As old enemies resurface and new threats emerge, Alexander & Eve's journey becomes a relentless horror of tragedies of blood and death.