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Karma Arctis never belonged anywhere. A brilliant mind wasted in his parents' garage, living off resentment-fueled allowances, he drifted through life existentially numb—too sharp for the dull world, too bored to care. One day, a random paper on decision theory sparked something rare: genuine interest. He lifted it, read, and then... reality folded. Not metaphorically, but physically. He awoke inside Tier Zero, a sprawling VRMMORPG turned inescapable nightmare. Nothing made sense, his memories were jumbled up without clear order, as if a gaping hole were drilled in it and then surgically stitched together. In tier zero, there was no logout button, because the entire game was a deathtrap made by a psychopathic game developer — and subsequently, Karma and eight hundred thousand beta testers are locked inside it. If you die here, the neural feedback kills for real. The system’s cruel decree is absolute: only the player who conquers Floor 100 can unlock logout for everyone. In this tower of lethal puzzles, game-theory traps, and psychological warfare, ordinary minds fracture. But Karma? He was never ordinary. Among the blind masses scrambling for survival, this one-eyed genius becomes the reluctant king—dismantling impossible challenges with cold calculation, walking deathmatches with hands in pockets and a faint, knowing grin. A fractured squad gathers around him: the luck-plagued thrill-seeker, the crumbling streamer facade, the caged diplomat, the fang-flashing bluffer, the prodigy hiding shadows. They climb together, bonds forged in blood and betrayal. Yet every floor peels back more questions. Why does the code feel eerily familiar? Why do flashes of forgotten designs haunt his sleep? In a world that punishes the average, Karma Arctis may be the only one who can end the cage—or rule it forever.

I’ve discovered that if you cry at the right time people stop asking difficult questions. To the Foundation, I am Subject #402: a grieving girl with a ‘stable’ strength ability. To my classmates, I’m a clumsy klutz named Elara Ward. I’ve given myself a 90-day deadline to burn it all down The first month is for building a reputation as the girl who couldn't hurt a fly. The second is for mapping every exit and every weakness in the Foundation’s walls. The third is for the only thing that matters. Revenge. Everyone has weaknesses. I have weaknesses. No one must know. Not them, not her, not him and certainly not you.

All rights to Resident Evil and its characters belong to Capcom. This is a fan work. Raccoon City was already dying. Umbrella just made sure it didn’t recover. They built something they couldn’t explain. Kept it contained. Watched it fail. Then the city collapsed. The lights went out. The doors opened. And no one came back. They marked it terminated. They were wrong. She woke up alone. Above her, the city was burning. Jill Valentine is running. Leon S. Kennedy is running. Claire Redfield is running. Something is hunting them. She isn’t. She doesn’t even know what she is yet. And that— is the problem.

It is the turn of the century and humanity has ignorantly stepped into the starry space to lay themselves bare under the eyes of gods. The young man Luo Nan bears the sins of his forefathers. He walks out of a laboratory and is seen holding burning notes up high, his feet treading on the bones of gods. A myriad of living beings are formatted in writing. Universes are added and deleted in the star records. For he understands: “All things belong to me, and inevitably, I am the universe.” ----------------------------- This is a high quality translation of the original, better than most translations out there, hope you enjoy this amazing novel. You can support or tip my efforts on Patreon https://l1nq.com/r5awwev

She was their greatest warrior. They threw her away like she was nothing. Sage Blackwood spent six years bleeding for the Crimson Howl Pack. She trained their fighters. Defended their borders. Buried their dead. And when she uncovered a corruption that went all the way to the Alpha's throne, they repaid her loyalty with silver chains and a death sentence. She escaped with broken ribs, silver-burned wrists, and a wolf so poisoned it could barely breathe. They left her in the Deadlands to die. She didn't die. Found by a mysterious Alpha named Rhett - a wolf with no pack and a past he refuses to speak about - Sage begins to heal. But Rhett isn't the only Alpha drawn to her. Three others emerge from the shadows, each one powerful, each one dangerous, and each one triggering a mate bond that should be impossible. Rhett. The protector with gentle hands and a blood debt that could destroy them all. Kieran. The exiled prince whose brilliant mind sees her as a political weapon - until his wolf decides she's something far more. Zion. The feral Alpha who has never submitted to anyone - until he laid at her feet and bared his throat. Dorian. The shadow operative who knows her secrets better than she does. Because he's been watching her for years. Four Alphas. Four bonds. One ancient prophecy that says a wolf like Sage - a Quintessence - hasn't walked the earth in five hundred years. She can bond with all of them. She can forge a pack powerful enough to shake the foundations of the werewolf world. But Crimson Howl wants her dead. Kieran's ruthless mother wants her controlled. And a darkness older than the packs themselves is waking up - drawn by the scent of a power that was never supposed to exist again. Sage didn't survive the chains and the silver and the fall to be someone's weapon. She survived to be a queen. She just has to live long enough to claim her crown.

A Dark Fantasy Webnovel. In a world where hedonism is religion and magic is born from death, Lohengrin is a young man who descends into an ancestral temple. He meets an immortal mage, and united by an obscene pact, they set out on a journey to kill the criminals marked by the Goddess of Lust, tear out their hearts, and sacrifice them as tribute in exchange for baleful powers. However, the world is larger than Lohengrin imagines. There are those who preach mercy. Those protectors of the scum. Those who seek the extermination of mortals. And at the center of it all, the Curse of Fœtüs echoes: "As Long as Humanity Lives, It Shall Rain." A violent, poetic, and depraved opera. Will Lohengrin follow his path of justice? Or will the Eternal Rain decide the fate of what remains of this world in ruins?

Growing up in the orphanage supported by the Valor clan. Wren's life took a turn when he met Saint Tyris. He was not an orphan any more but a blade, a king born from darkness, forged in the era of the Nightmare Spell.

A soul lost in endless darkness found no Heaven, no Hell... only fire. Reincarnated in a world of demons, he opened his eyes to a village consumed by flame. On the brink of death, he was saved by Shinjuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira. Taken in as the adopted son of the Rengoku family, he grew up with only fragments of his past… and the lingering stench of smoke. From ashes and ruin, he forged his own path. Not fire. Not flame... But smoke. A breathing style that cloaks, deceives, and kills in silence.

It's the kind of love that only causes pain, the kind of loneliness that pushes people over the edge, and the realization that the pit you've thrown yourself into was bottomless all along. During his descent, the void slowly creeps up on Pax. It latches on to him, corrupting him, and slowly replacing him with a monster. He can't will himself to keep moving, but eternal rest is not an option... So marches onward, Unliving. Till' he is naught but Sin.

A 28 year old man goes back to the past, 10 years ago after a horrible tragedy with his fiancée Aster. Aster gets hit by a car after an argument. He has head damage that makes him lose consciousness from time to time and that’s when the now 18 year old Saran (Ran) tries to prevent this tragedy from happening. There are incredible plot twists, interesting events in this Novel, so get to reading to know the rest:) made and created by: tempox

In an alternate Japan where violent self-realizations can fracture reality itself, a group of fractured friends walks a razor’s edge between ordinary life and endless nightmare. When absolute truths ignite with enough intensity, they birth the Kyo: not haunted houses, but haunted moments. Pocket dimensions of raw trauma that twist familiar spaces into infinite loops. They don’t chase you with ghosts. They offer exactly what you crave most—a returned loved one, intimacy without distance, or relief from the gnawing hollow inside—then trap you forever inside someone else’s suffering. ---Disclaimer--- Reader discretion: Contains graphic violence, psychological trauma, body horror, and mature themes.

Xingzhao Lian transmigrated into a martial arts world with one thing going for him — a system that lets him try again. Every reset costs something. There are no shortcuts. Just the grind, the pain, and the slow climb toward something that can last.

Ethan has SUKUNA level cursed energy { 20 fingers } He has inherited the Ten shadows technique. Will he be able to tame the Divine General? or Will he be another potential man!!? Watch Ethan travel through the problems of both MCU and JJK.

Albion Ebonveil. In a world filled with humans, dragons, Dragon Slayers, and prodigies of magic, where power can even reach across space and time—one boy stands at the center of something far greater than himself. In the beginning, Albion was nothing more than a child sold by his own mother to the infamous Phantom Lord guild. What he didn’t know was that his mother came from a clan feared across the kingdom—an ancient bloodline tied to dangerous legends. Albion does not possess some overwhelmingly powerful magic. He is not a reincarnated hero destined to save the world. At the start of his story, he is one of the weakest members of his own guild—an underdog struggling to survive in a world ruled by monsters and mages. But with nothing more than human will… and a bloodline that stretches back four hundred years… Albion will slowly rise. One day, he will become one of the strongest mages in his guild—second only to a certain Wizard Saint. Because when you become the weapon humanity creates to fight back against the impossible… You become the natural enemy of gods.

"Be it God or Demon. Men or Beast, I alone shall come out on top. The laws created by those lesser than me bares no hold on my existence" A world enter into a new age. A phenomena comes about and changes reality to its core. What was once known as junk DNA now become the core to human strength. Once activated you become a Jumper. .... Once known as the strongest Jumper in his world, Alex gets betrayed by his childhood best friend and his fiancé, who is now dating the friend. His pain and rage forced him to detonate his soul in pain expecting it to be the last day to leave. 10 years have passed and much has changed. His warning was ignored and now a third of the world has died. Starting at the bottom as a reincarnated fallen Angel out for revenge and to fight off the Fallen who had invaded his home. Alex goes to an epic journey as one verses all. He has nothing to lose and all to gain ---- Conditions Met: Life Sacrificed Life Returned. Hidden Quest Completed:

In my first life, I learned that the body is but a machine. In my second, I learned that the soul is a weapon. In this life, I shall prove to 'Izguldur' that he who has tasted the hell of slavery and ascended to the Throne of Abberation cannot be shackled by Fate twice."

A normal Warhammer 40k fan while listening to some majorkill videos talking about the emperor and his sons. Thought to himself, "Wow the Emperor was a dick, I bet I can do better." Yet he never imagined a certain dick would take it personally and drag him into the 40k verse to stand by those words. Note: I'm completely new to writing so my format will be weird until I get used to writing. I'm writing this because I'm a huge WH:40k fan and I've always wanted to write something myself. I've been learning lore in my off time but there's still a lot I don't know. So don't expect any diamonds here, just inconsistencies.

The sky changed without warning. Across Harbor City, reality fractures into lines of blue geometry—precise, silent, and absolute. When the first correction falls, it does not simply destroy. It decides. Streets vanish. Structures rewrite. People change. Kael is the only one who can see the system behind it. A black interface burns across his vision, issuing commands no one else receives: MOVE BEFORE PHASE TWO DESCENDS CLAIM THE FALLING LINE TO CREATE IS TO CHOOSE WHAT DOES NOT FALL When Kael touches one of the descending lines, something impossible happens. He does not survive it. He claims it. Now marked as an anomaly by the system governing the sky, Kael becomes its highest-priority target—hunted by execution constructs built to erase him and everything connected to him. But the deeper he pushes into the ruins, the clearer the truth becomes: The world is not ending. It is being corrected. And Kael was never meant to exist inside the final version. With a handful of survivors, a power built on impossible precision, and a cost that rises with every use, Kael must learn to create against a system designed to overwrite reality itself—choosing, one impossible decision at a time, what will remain and what must fall. Because Phase Two has already begun. And this time, the sky will not stop at the city. It will correct everything.

Time, for her, veers ever so slightly from its course. A word meant for her is spoken, yet never truly arrives. She endures in quiet devotion, giving without seeking return. And, little by little, she steps toward a path never meant to be hers.

A rejected samurai blessed by a forgotten goddess must hunt yokai to prove his worth.” An illegitimate child of the divine Sunblood clan, he was cast aside—ignored by his father, shunned by his siblings, and thrown into the lowest ranks of the army like a burden to be discarded. With little training, no title, and no light to protect him, he was sent to the frontlines to die. But when death came for him, he cried out—not to the gods of his blood, but to the void. And the void answered. A forgotten goddess rose from the dark—the deity of ash and shadow, Yami-no-Anagami. In his final breath, he made a bargain. His soul for her power. His light for her darkness. Now reborn in black flame, branded with the sigil of a sun swallowed by ash, Wasuren Hoshigami is no longer the heir who never was. He is something more, Something feared.