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Smallville: Jeremy Creek SI

Twelve years ago, Jeremy Creek was the boy who vanished—a victim of the 1989 meteor shower, strung up in a cornfield as a "scarecrow" and transformed by the glowing green debris. In 2001, he woke up. But he didn’t return as a normal teenager; he returned as a biological anomaly with memory about parts of the story that he woke up in. He could recognize some famous characters from the DC universe, but did not know the future of the story because he was not a fan previously. Unlike those around him, Jeremy possesses a unique "Vessel" physiology. Jeremey has a terrifying, latent ability to manipulate the fundamental forces of the universe. He is capable of siphoning the volatile abilities of other "meteor freaks" into his own nervous system. To survive the overload, he utilizes high-purity Emerald Shards—refined meteor rocks that act as capacitors, organizing his stolen powers into a growing library of superhuman potential. As he navigates a world of modern technology and high school social strata, Jeremy has strategically positioned himself as a tragic hero. By manipulating Chloe Sullivan into believing he is "curing" the town's dangerous residents, he has gained a loyal accomplice who helps him track his next "donors." While Lex Luthor watches from the shadows and Clark Kent senses a growing, sickly resonance he can't explain, Jeremy is no longer just a survivor of the past. He is the architect of a new, synthesized future—one stolen power at a time. // Author Note: THIS IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF AI. IF YOU DON'T LIKE AI, DON'T READ THIS STORY!
Soma_sama · 144.2k Views

Indian TV Series - Harem King

Dying at forty-two with a lifetime of unfulfilled desires, Suyash thought his story was over. Instead, he wakes up in the body of a twenty-two-year-old, standing in a seventh-floor flat of a world he knows intimately: Gokuldham Society. But this isn't the family-friendly sitcom he watched in his past life. This is the heightened reality. A world where sarees cling a little too tightly, blouses plunge a little too low, and every lingering glance carries a dangerous, unspoken promise that the cameras never captured. Suyash didn't just transmigated—he woke up with a reality-breaking cheat. His hand can reach into any digital screen and pull anything into existence. A luxury watch from an ad? Done. A five-star meal from a cooking channel? Steaming on his table. A pure gold necklace for the neglected wife living directly beneath him? Already in his grasp. There's just one catch: his power is directly fueled by his raw, unfiltered desire. In a society packed with stunning, unsatisfied women like Babita, Anjali, and Komal, temptation is everywhere. When a single slip of his iron-clad control can broadcast his deepest secrets to a neighborhood where gossip is currency and walls are paper-thin, Suyash must master his mind before his power exposes him. He wasted his first life playing it safe. In his second, armed with absolute discipline and an omnipotent cheat, he is going to take exactly what he wants. The game has changed. The watcher has become the player. And in Gokuldham, taking what you desire is only a matter of time. A/N- This is a work of fanfiction and is intended for entertainment purposes only. I do not own the rights to Taarak Mehta Ka Ooltah Chashmah, its characters, settings, or storylines. All original rights belong to Neela Film Productions, the creator Asit Kumar Modi, and the late Taarak Mehta.
JethaLal · 479.3k Views

Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.
Idiocrat · 625.8k Views