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Becoming the Most Powerful Sinner in Hell with an Overpowered Weapon

Jake was always a failure. No job, no family, no future. The only thing he had was an unpayable debt and a life full of sorrows. After deciding NOT to jump from the rooftop of his building, his own shoes betrayed him and sent him headfirst into the void. Pathetic until the very end. But dying wasn’t the end. It was the beginning of something far worse. Jake woke up in Hell—and no, it’s not the Hell of fire and pitchfork-wielding demons you’re imagining. It’s a city. A massive, chaotic, bureaucratic city where demons in business suits walk alongside ancient monsters, where the dead coexist with creatures that were never alive, and where everything runs on debt. Because it turns out death doesn’t erase what you owe. It multiplies it. The Bank—the most powerful institution in Hell—politely informed him that his soul had accumulated an obscene amount of negative karma during his life. Every wasted opportunity, every cowardly decision, every time he chose to do nothing when he should have acted… it all adds up. And now he has to pay. The problem? The debt is practically impossible to repay. And worse still, every bad action he commits in Hell makes it grow even more. The solution? Work. The job? Debt collector. Yes. The guy who couldn’t even pay his own rent while alive now has to collect debts from others. He doesn’t start alone. The Bank assigns him a partner: a high-ranking demon who was once considered elite—until she was demoted all the way down to the bottom. Every mission she led ended in failure. Not because she lacked power, but because of her personality—arrogant, reckless, impossible to work with. No squad could tolerate her. No superior wanted to deal with her. Pairing her with a freshly deceased human ranked F was less a strategy and more a punishment. For both of them. During one of their earliest missions, Jake stumbles upon something that should have been far beyond his level: an ancient artifact. A weapon-construct relic. Powerful—absurdly powerful—but completely useless in the wrong hands. The artifact allows its wielder to create any weapon they can imagine. Blades. Guns. Chains. Cannons. Scythes. Anything. There’s a catch. The weapon’s strength is limited by its user’s own ability. Skill, control, imagination, stamina—everything depends on Jake. If he lacks the mastery to wield what he creates, the artifact becomes dead weight. Worse, it can backfire. For someone who was a failure in life, being handed infinite potential is either a blessing… or a guaranteed disaster. Jake started from the very bottom—Rank F—chasing pathetic debtors who could barely defend themselves, armed at first with nothing but a rusty weapon and an “I don’t care about anything” attitude that, surprisingly, turned out to be his greatest advantage. But Hell is not kind to the weak. With every debtor collected, with every assignment completed—alongside a volatile demon partner who might kill him before the enemy does—Jake climbed higher. From Rank F to E. From E to D. Each level more dangerous, each debtor more powerful, each mission closer to death—the final death, the one not even Hell can reverse. Because if there’s one thing he learned while falling from that rooftop, it’s that giving up is not an option.
Missakoko · 465 Views

Evolution With The White Lizard

Deep within a primeval forest where spiritual energy saturates the air, a colony of white scale lizards survives in a hidden cave. One of them is different. Not larger or stronger, but touched by something unseen—a glowing interface only it can perceive. A voice announces the awakening of the **Evolution System**, rewarding the lizard for feeding with mysterious Evolution Points. At first, growth is subtle: sharper awareness, faint curiosity, and adaptations that allow it to survive beyond its primitive instincts. When sunlight first assaults its eyes, the system intervenes, evolving its vision so it can witness the vibrant world beyond the cave. The forest is no sanctuary. Humans—beings of higher intelligence and ruthless ambition—hunt and kill within its depths. When a dying cultivator attempts to steal the lizard’s body through a forbidden soul extraction technique, the system reacts, cleansing the intruding essence but leaving fragments of human memory behind. The lizard inherits echoes of another life: concepts of technology, knowledge, and mortality. With understanding comes hunger. The corpse of the fallen human becomes its first significant source of power. Evolution Points flow as it consumes, enabling mutations to its teeth, organs, and scales. Each enhancement reshapes the lizard, transforming it from a fragile creature into something stronger—something capable of surviving in a world ruled by cultivators and predatory beasts. Awakening after its transformations, the lizard discovers it has grown larger and denser, now the size of a small chick. It is no longer just a cave dweller. It is evolving. But evolution is not mercy. It is change. And in a world where power defines existence, the question remains: What will the white lizard become?
Thanks_Hello · 393.9k Views

YOU: Sabotaging Joe

Waking up in a damp alleyway, a transmigrator finds himself in a body that isn't his, driven by a singular, metaphysical command: Joe Goldberg must not kill. Bound by a cosmic contract, he is the only person who can see the "hero" of the story for the predator he truly is. Knowing Joe’s every move and future obsession—from Beck to Love to Peach Salinger—the protagonist must act as a silent guardian. He can't kill Joe, or he’ll die himself; instead, he must use a suite of subtle, social powers to sabotage Joe’s "perfect" romances and break his obsessions. It’s a high-stakes game of cat and mouse where every life Joe takes weakens the protagonist, and every obsession broken makes him a god. The Hunter’s Arsenal: The Powers Killing Intent Detection: A sensory "radar" that alerts the protagonist when Joe (or anyone nearby) is transitioning from obsession to a lethal state. It manifests as a chilling physical sensation that grows more intense as the danger peaks. Social Invisibility: A passive ability that makes the protagonist "background noise." He can follow Joe, stand in his blind spots, or observe his crimes without ever being remembered or noticed by Joe’s target-selection instincts. Pattern Recognition & Prediction: This allows the protagonist to mentally simulate Joe's next moves. By analyzing a few variables, the system predicts Joe’s most likely route, hiding spot, or next victim with startling accuracy. Social Engineering & Misdirection: Enhanced manipulation skills. The protagonist can plant subtle "seeds" of doubt in a victim's mind or create "improvised chaos"—like a misplaced letter or a coincidental meeting—that perfectly disrupts Joe's carefully crafted narratives.
Wish_Fanfic · 28.5k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 300.8k Views