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One Piece: The Living Devil

"Rosse... huh..." Rosse stared blankly at the boy in the mirror, momentarily at a loss for words. The boy in the mirror had a smooth and fair face, well-defined features, exuding a sense of cold and stern aura. His deep, dark eyes shimmered with captivating light, and his whole body radiated a noble temperament. He had transmigrated, or perhaps it was memory awakening, and directly became a Celestial Dragon. ’This is just, way too good!’ However, his identity was a bit awkward. His name was Jaygarcia Rosse, a standard Celestial Dragon name, and his grandfather was Jaygarcia Saturn, one of the current Five Elders, and also the first Five Elder to be removed in the original One Piece. ——— [Ding! Defeat System at your service!] "Defeat System? What's the function?", Hearing the pleasant system prompt, Rosse felt even better. ══════════════ [Host: Rosse] [Strength: 63/100 (G+; even Marines are stronger than you)] [Overall Rating: A (All you’ve got going for you is status)] [Abilities: None] [Skills: None] [Note: Defeating enemies grants you rewards equal to the enemy’s overall rating -1. Killing or crushing the enemy grants a reward equal to the enemy’s current overall rating.] [Note: You can only receive the kill/crush reward for each person once, and defeat rewards do not conflict with kill/crush rewards.] ══════════════ [TAGS: #EvilMC(Not morally gray but total dark MC) #Clever #MultipleFemaleLeads] 1st World: One Piece 2nd World: COMING SOON... ═IT'S A TRANSLATION═ RAW: 海贼王:活恶魔
AmbitiousTransltor · 3.1m Views

The Sovereign Of Black Light

On Earth-10, a world ten times larger than our own, survival is no longer guaranteed. Monsters pour from portals known as Dungeons, each one a domain of gods, horrors, and impossible power. Humanity’s only hope lies in the Awakened — chosen individuals who gain blessings and classes from the divine. Warriors, Mages, Priests, Assassins… all destined to grow, evolve, and one day become legends. But Ashura Bellet was not chosen. While his peers gained power and glory, Ashura was left with nothing — no blessing, no class, no future. Mocked by healers, nearly killed by a slime, burdened with his mother’s illness and the weight of supporting his younger sister, he lived as a mercenary scraping coin and bleeding in every raid. Weak, timid, and hesitant… until the day everything changed. A raid gone wrong. A dungeon no one had ever seen before. A place where purple lightning fell endlessly from the heavens, erasing even the strongest Awakened in an instant. Ashura should have died with the rest. Instead, the lightning struck him again and again — burning his body, breaking his mind — until it carved something new into his very soul. He awakened not to a blessing, but to something outside the system. An Unknown Class, forged by the storm itself. When Ashura emerged from the dungeon, he was no longer the timid mercenary everyone mocked. His hair turned white, his eyes burned with arrogance, and his body radiated the storm’s power. With a black blade in one hand and purple lightning crackling in the other, he had only one rule now: “I don’t underestimate. I don’t forgive. And I don’t stop.” Enemies see him as a monster. Allies see him as a madman who poses with no one watching, flexing his aura as though mocking the world itself. But behind the arrogance lies a ruthless killer, a cunning survivor, and a power that should never have existed. Because Ashura’s lightning isn’t from any god. It belongs to something older. Something forgotten. Something that wants him to burn the world.
TajayReid · 94.7k Views

Quick Transmigration: Changing the Male Lead's Terrible Fate

On the fourth day of May, Kevin was murdered in his apartment. He has no enemies and no friends. His parents have their own families, and he lives alone in a 200 meter square apartment – in other words, he does not have anyone who bores hatred against him. But he died. And the police concluded his death was an act of revenge homicide. Kevin pondered who would kill him when he suddenly woke to unfamiliar surroundings. And it took a few minutes to be processed in his head… Why are the furnitures so big?! The bed's mattress is so wide it's like the whole floor uses it as a floormat! The window is so high Kevin felt he was inside a church with glass walls as high as a three-storey building! Even worse, the appearance of a flower vase at his side is as tall as him! What the hell is going on?! [Host, you now possess the identity of the Male Lead's precious cat!] Kevin: What did you say? [Current Mission Progress: 0%] [Host, please work hard and prevent the Male Lead's terrible fate!] Kevin: …… What nonsense?! I just died! ………………………. [Host, the villain is one step closer to harming the Male Lead's life! Please prevent them!] Kevin: …… [Host, a villain's lackey wants to kill the Male Lead! Please stop them!] Kevin: ….. [Host, the Male Lead incurred a huge loss because of the villain, please bring him home and pamper him well!] Kevin: …… [Host, the Male Lead is injured because of the villain! Please nurse him back to health!] Kevin: …… Am I the Male Lead's mom or a pet?! ______________________________________________________ Updates are on Wednesday and Thursday.
phoenixhyperion · 535.7k Views

I have Void Running in my Veins

Some debts are paid in blood. Riven Kain was eleven years old when he learned that hiding doesn't save you—it just means you survive to remember. The night the blood moon rose, he counted seconds in a way no child should have to. Thirty-seven. That's how long it took for his world to end. Twenty years later, he's something else. Something with black eyes and darker purpose. The Void Marches took what was left of the boy and gave back a weapon. They call him Eclipse now. Six months to live. A list of names. And nothing left to lose. In Valthor, power belongs to those willing to spill the most blood. The Covenant rules from shadows and obsidian, their Ten Pillars untouchable, their empire built on screaming. They think they're gods. They think they've won. They left one survivor. One mistake. Now Eclipse is coming home. And he's not alone. A curse-weaver who's spent a century selling her soul is trying to buy it back. A hunter who served monsters for fifteen years finally broke his leash. A child learning that revenge is a skill, not an emotion. Allies who might be enemies. Enemies who might be salvation. And a ghost with ice-blue eyes who taught him that some things are worth dying for. Every kill brings him closer to the truth. Every fight costs him something he can't replace. The corruption spreads. The hunters close in. And the empire that destroyed him is about to learn what happens when you forge a weapon and forget to break it. This is Valthor. Where legends bleed. Where love is dangerous and mercy is weakness. Where a dying man with a wooden horse in his pocket is going to remind the gods what monsters really look like. The blood moon rose once. It's about to rise again. And this time, everyone bleeds.
DoRk · 563 Views

The World’s Destruction Is None of My Concern, I Don’t Even Have Time

Born as the son of a low-born mistress, Corvin Duskryn grows up as a stain on a noble house that never wanted him. Raised amid contempt, mockery, and quiet cruelty, his place in House Duskryn is made clear early: he exists, but he does not belong. At the age of twelve, Corvin awakens a Marginal-ranked Gift, Living Circuit—a pitiful ability that only slightly enhances his reaction speed. Though his lightning affinity sparks brief hope, years of relentless training prove fruitless. His Gift never evolves. Never grows. Six years later, he remains exactly what the world expects him to be: insignificant. On his eighteenth birthday, the final blows fall in quick succession. His political engagement is annulled without ceremony. The next day, he is sent to a remote border town, assigned to a monster subjugation unit under the guise of duty—exile in all but name. Desperate to prove his worth to his father and to the woman who discarded him, Corvin throws himself into training and combat, but effort changes nothing. His ceiling is absolute. When he learns of his ex-fiancée’s affair, humiliation festers into desperation. His attempt to reclaim what he lost ends in public disgrace and brutal punishment—delivered by a man later revealed to be the crown prince in disguise. No one intervenes. No one protests. In that moment, Corvin understands his true standing in the world: less than nothing. Cast aside, he is sent to the frontlines, where humanity wages a losing war against endless monster tides. For twenty years, Corvin survives in hell—not through talent or glory, but sheer endurance. Then comes the Calamity. Civilization collapses. Kingdoms fall. Humanity is erased. Watching the world burn, Corvin laughs. For the first time in his life, he feels satisfied. Everyone is equal in death. And then he dies. Corvin awakens again—back at eighteen, on the very day his father sends him to the border. Realizing he has regressed, Corvin makes a choice. He will not warn the world. He will not save anyone. He owes humanity nothing. Upon reaching the border town, he indulges in the one freedom he never allowed himself before: pleasure without purpose. And there, unexpectedly, his cursed Gift finally evolves. Living Circuit transforms, unlocking abilities that defy everything he once believed possible. But Corvin no longer seeks redemption, revenge, or salvation. In a world doomed to repeat its destruction, he chooses to live for himself alone—embracing desire, indulgence, and the bitter satisfaction of watching fate unfold without lifting a finger to stop it.
GP_Hitler · 217 Views