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I Wanted a 2D Harem Isekai, Got a Rule-Horror Game

Crossing into the 2D world, with both parents dead, money in my pocket, and a place to live. Even if the universe’s ‘no-imouto clause’ is in effect, this still looks like the classic daily-life harem-protagonist trajectory in a 2D world, right? Surely next comes the otaku-bait development, a wonderful story of being surrounded by girls, yes? [Welcome to the “Sacrifice Game.” We wish you the chance to witness the end within true fear.] Wait a sec— This script isn’t right, is it? Corpses whispering, shadowed pits creeping, paper effigies asking for directions, a cursed village’s night patrol, an eye peering from under the bed… Grotesque rules weave a blood-stained net; there is no escape. Only by facing the endless nightmare head-on can one fight for a sliver of life. So, since I’m being entangled by all these horrors, can I get a system? Preferably the kind that becomes overpowered just by checking in! While I was thinking that, I realized I’d gotten the ability to roll back after death. It sure is a cheat—but doesn’t that mean I have to keep betting my life on trial and error? I refuse! I don’t want to be a Subaru-style, die-and-retry protagonist! Someone save me, please! Then I turned around and saw the girls trapped with me: Shinomiya Kaguya, Fujiwara Chika, Gotō Hitori, Yotsuya Miko, and others. Damn it, then bring it on! How could I let beautiful girls be sacrificed in a place like this? I’ll create a happy world—no Urobuchi-style tragedy and no grimdark despair!
Gods_And_Chakra · 120.8k Views

Shadow slave No Mercy

The Spell is dead. The Dream Realm has devoured the waking world. Heaven and Hell have merged into one endless crimson wasteland where blood rains eternally and the last fragments of humanity are nothing more than echoes screaming inside devoured souls.There is only one living Awakened left.Sunless—once a cowardly liar with a crippled Aspect, now the Saint of Shadows, Weaver of Broken Fates, Devourer of Ten Thousand Names—walks alone beneath a sky that weeps the blood of gods. He has killed every friend, every enemy, every hope he ever had. He has become the strongest being to ever walk either world, and it still wasn’t enough.Now the final notification has appeared, written in letters of molten gold and absolute despair:Kill the Forgotten God… or take His place.To reach the hollow throne at the center of oblivion, Sunny will have to descend through the seven broken layers of the ruined Dream Realm: the drowned Forgotten Shore, the burning corpse of the Ivory City, the Hollow Mountains where the dead Saints are chained, the Black Sea that is made of liquid shadows and regret, until he stands before the one entity older than the Spell itself.But the Forgotten God is not asleep. He has been waiting. And He remembers the boy who once prayed for mercy.This is not a story of redemption. This is not a story of hope. This is the chronicle of the last human who learned that survival and damnation are the same word.There will be no second chances. There will be no light at the end. There will be no mercy.Only shadows. Only war. Only the end.And in the end, even if Sunny wins… he loses.
painfullynarrow · 2.5k Views

THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL: IRON DOMINION

THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL "Try not to die like a bitch this time." That was the last thing the System told me before it rebooted the timeline. I’m Jack Monroe, a construction manager who failed to save the world. In my first life, I died screaming on Day 30, ranked 47th out of 50 warlords, watching my fortress crumble because I cut corners on a concrete wall. Now, I’ve been sent back to Day 1 with a roadmap of the apocalypse carved into my skull and a 30-day countdown to a cosmic Server Wipe. Round Two isn't about heroics. It's about industry. Trapped in the toxic wasteland of East St. Louis, I have to turn a bankrupt chemical plant into an impenetrable Silo. I have to manage a crew of terrified laborers, a mutinous sheriff, and two System entities warring for my soul. The dead don't just walk—they evolve. Shamblers turn into Runners, Runners turn into Mutants, and my neighbors turn into looters. I have a plan. I have a blueprint. I have a shovel. And if you get in the way of my construction schedule, you’re going into the concrete mixer. Build. Harvest. Optimize. Welcome to the Cull. Genre: LitRPG, Post-Apocalyptic, Survival Horror Tags: Kingdom Building, Regression, Anti-Hero, Base Building, Zombie Evolution, Crunch (Stats), Gore, Ruthless Protagonist. Content Warning: This story contains graphic violence, strong language, body horror (System Sickness), and a protagonist who prioritizes survival over morality. Rated 18+
Heartless_Veteran · 4.8k Views