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F Grade Healer Becomes Strongest Biomancer

【WSA 2026 Entry】 ════════════════════ Birth of the Biomancer: Mio was the worst healer in Tokyo. F-grade, dead weight—her party kept her around out of pity until they did the math and left her bleeding in a ruined cathedral. Something ancient was waiting there. It offered her a Class that devours its hosts—a path of power that claimed the lives of the three Biomancers who came before her. Mio said yes anyway. She’d already felt the sting of a slow death; what was one more monster in her veins? Now pain is currency, death is fuel, and the hunger grows with every kill. The Bureau wants a weapon. Her sister wants her home for dinner. Mio agreed to both. In a world of Systems and Dungeons, power isn't a gift; it's a trade. And Mio is finally ready to pay the price. ════════════════════ What This Is: [1] This is a progression fantasy with system elements, but the system serves the story, not the other way around. Expect meaningful numbers, not stat spam. [2] Romance is not the focus. Mio has bigger problems. But expect a slow-burn later down the line! [3] The story gets dark, but it's earned. No grimdark for shock value. ════════════════════ Schedule: 1-2 chapters daily @ 10am-2pm CST | Chapter Length: 1,000-1,500 words ════════════════════ Powerstone Goals: 100 = +1 chapter 250= +2 chapters 500= +3 chapters 800 = +5 chapters ════════════════════ Author's Note: This is my debut contracted work, born from a love for progression fantasy where power isn't a gift; it's a trade. I’m committed to seeing this journey through to the end. As long as you guys keep reading and supporting, the chapters won't stop. Let’s see how high the price of power goes. ════════════════════ Support Me: Collections, comments, and reviews keep this alive! ════════════════════ #weak_to_strongest #female_lead #mass_awakening #dark_fantasy
musuyin · 37.3k Views

A femboy descent into a world of slaughter

In a world where dungeon breaks tear reality apart and hunters rise or fall by rank and blood, Lunaria Vale should have been invisible. Reincarnated into a fragile body with moonlight-colored, waist-length hair and a beauty so delicate it invites ridicule, Lunaria never awakened like other hunters. At eighteen, he survives on the lowest rung of society as a dungeon cleaner—scrubbing blood and corpses from places others fear to remember. He is underestimated, dismissed, and constantly placed one step from death. Until death answers back. When a group of F-rank monsters corner him inside a ruined dungeon, Lunaria survives by instinct alone—killing them with nothing but a knife and refined movement that feels more like dance than combat. Half-dead, drowning in blood and pain, he awakens not as a chosen hero—but as something far more dangerous. A System appears. Commanding. Nagging. Instructive. And unsettlingly caring. From that moment on, Lunaria walks a path no hunter understands. He never “awakens” like others—he evolves. His fighting style becomes elegant, fluid, overwhelmingly feminine, each movement precise enough to kill without waste. When he removes the ribbon that binds his hair, his lethality sharpens, beauty turning into inevitability. As dungeon breaks escalate and Hunters College becomes a crucible for survival, Lunaria draws attention he never sought. Men—hunters, instructors, even demons—find themselves shaken by his presence, drawn toward him with emotions they cannot explain. Some adore him. Some obsess over him. Some challenge him. All of them underestimate him. Behind his soft voice and graceful manner lies a blade that does not hesitate. Monsters who mistake him for weakness die beautifully. Demons who infiltrate human strongholds fall to his sword. And every kill feeds a system that watches, guides, and demands more. In a world ruled by brute force and arrogance, Lunaria Vale proves a terrifying truth: Elegance can be deadlier than cruelty. Beauty can end worlds. And the most dangerous hunter is the one no one believes in—until it’s too late.
Aira_Voss195 · 24.3k Views

STUCK (+18)

WARNING: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent. Not recommended for those under 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angular features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn’t until he took a step towards her did she grasp the gravity of the situation descending upon her—and even then she couldn’t do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won’t do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed… she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body’s lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. Her eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She gave self-conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self-awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descend on her lips. Description Had it been up to him he’d have broken her down to pieces and never put her together; instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his way to his knees and she was no exception. Would she survive his ways or even would she?
SinayOzer · 6.1k Views

The System Awakens: Rise of the Champion

[The System has arrived on your habitable planet, known as ‘Earth.’] [In five seconds, monsters from countless realms will invade Earth.] [Remaining Time: 5 seconds.] [You can now view your attributes, talents, abilities, and skills by simply thinking about them.] [Kill monsters, and you might survive.] “Monsters?” Damian’s breathing quickened as the pain in his chest grew sharper. On the day of the Awakening, humanity was forced to defend against an invasion of countless monsters from the towers that connected realms across the multiverse. While billions of people died helplessly, billions more seized the opportunities hidden behind the horrors spilling out of the gates. Leveling up, growing stronger, awakening talents, learning supernatural skills, changing one's very race, and even achieving immortality all became possibilities. But for Damian, who was suffering from a sickness that would kill him within a few years, the Awakening was a curse. While other humans awakened powerful talents, hunted monsters, and evolved, Damian remained talentless, a liability and a burden the awakened had to carry. Damian never wanted to be seen as weak or useless, but what could he do? He was dying. If only he had awakened a talent or at least possessed a stronger body, he might have been able to level up and cure his sickness. But he couldn’t. All that would change when a mysterious figure set him on a path that would lead him to his true destiny. Witness the rise of a warrior who would make countless men tremble in fear. Witness the rise of a monster who would force every race, every being, and every existence to kneel. Witness the rise of the Champion. Tags: [System], [Towers], [level up], [Classes], [Monsters], [Vampires], [Werewolves], [Yokai], [Dragons], [Demons], [Angels], [Gods]. [Rare Bloodlines], [unique Abilities], [Regression], [Survival], [Mystery], [Time Travel], [reincarnation], [Overpowered], [Martial Arts], [Magic], [Cultivation], [Murim], [Hell & Heaven], [Progenitors].
FlashPoint_War · 1.8m Views

The Price of an Heir

Suho has always lived between two worlds. One shaped by legacy, pride, and expectations he never chose, and another shaped by a heart that feels too deeply for the life he is meant to lead. He is cold, silent, charming, and smart when it comes to business. But he is gentle by nature, emotionally deep, and quietly devoted when it comes to his love. But love was never allowed to be part of his carefully arranged world. It was always meant to be negotiated, controlled, and contained. At this point in his life, Yerin is his everything. His first love, his only love. He is willing to go to any length to keep her, even when his family repeatedly refuses to accept her. Torn between a heart that refuses to let go and a lineage that demands an heir to carry the Kim legacy, Suho takes a decisive step, trying to hold on to Yerin without disappointing the family that expects obedience and continuity from him. Then Hauen enters his life. Not through affection, but through a contract. Chosen not as a partner, but as a solution, Hauen becomes his wife in a marriage built for convenience. An agreement meant to secure an heir and protect the Kim family’s legacy. In return, Hauen enters this marriage to save her father’s bankrupt business. She is warm and gentle, yet guarded. Strong in quiet ways, carrying her own unspoken burdens. To the world, their marriage looks flawless. Polite smiles, perfect appearances, a union without cracks. To them, it is nothing more than a carefully written business contract, set to end after eighteen months. But life has little patience for plans built without truth. In the midst of calculated decisions and emotional restraint, fate pushes Suho into the lowest point of his life, breaking him in ways he never expected. Stripped of control, certainty, and pride, he is forced to confront the parts of himself he has never imagined. At his most fragile moment, the question is no longer about legacy or contracts. It's about Who will stay when everything collapses? Who will stand beside him when life is hard for him? And when life offers both unbearable loss and unexpected grace, will Suho have the courage to accept them? This is a story of love that begins as an obligation, fractures under destiny's test, and slowly transforms into something honest, real, and beautiful.
Rhea_Fictions · 61.2k Views

Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
NovaLumin · 71.8k Views