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The System Told Me I Have Plot Armor (But My Enemies Are Tired of It)

Elias wasn’t supposed to be special. He wasn’t chosen, blessed, reincarnated, or summoned. He simply woke up one day with a System window floating in front of his face: [Congratulations, User: You are now the Main Character.] And just like that, Elias is thrown into a chain of worlds—each one louder, crazier, and more dangerous than the last. Ninja assassins. Devil Fruit pirates. Hunters of the supernatural. Magic academies filled with betrayal. Cyberpunk megacities ruled by data tyrants. Cultivators seeking immortality. Gods who forged the first stories. At first, it’s… fun. Plot Armor turns every near-death moment into slapstick luck. Meta-knowledge keeps him from becoming cannon fodder. The System rewards him simply for playing the role of “protagonist.” But every story has consequences. Elias’s meddling—tiny at first—begins to warp entire timelines. Villains that were meant to fall rise instead. Heroes who should have triumphed fail because he accidentally stepped into their spotlight. Worlds tremble from narrative distortions they were never meant to endure. And something ancient notices. The Narrative Weaver. The architect of every world Elias has stepped into. A cosmic being tired of watching its stories unravel. To stop him, the Weaver unites a council of villains Elias has inconvenienced—furious antagonists armed with anti-tropes and narrative weapons capable of killing a Main Character before his Plot Armor can activate. Elias suddenly must fight not just battles… …but story logic itself. As he dives deeper into the multiverse, Elias uncovers the truth behind his System: It was forged by a failed Main Character who wanted to create the perfect story—and instead built a cage made of plotlines and destiny. Worse, Elias discovers a chilling secret: Plot Armor has a weakness. A scenario where even the Main Character can die. Now hunted across realities, Elias must decide who he wants to be: A protected pawn of the System? A hero defined by someone else’s script? Or an author rewriting the rules of existence? His final battle won’t be fought with swords or magic— but with narrative itself. To win, Elias must trap the Narrative Weaver inside a trope even it cannot escape. And in the end, he’ll face the ultimate choice:
Light_Walker11 · 2.7k Views

Stacking Passives to Survive!

After transmigrating into a high-martial arts world where everyone was built like an elite athlete, Chen Kuang also obtained a golden finger, a cheat ability that refreshes daily, allowing him to stack passive skills. He figured he should keep a low profile and grow steadily while lying low... But the world had other plans. People just wouldn’t stop treating him inhumanely and so his passives kept piling up. [Flesh Reishi]: Your flesh is nearly infinitely regenerative and rivals celestial treasures, consuming it can prolong life and cure ailments. [Sword Heart]: You possess an innate, enlightened sword heart, when a blade is in your hand, it becomes an extension of your will. [Fortune in Misfortune]: Every calamity you survive grants you a corresponding blessing. [Heavenly Demon Mimicry]: Any technique used against you can be instantly replicated as your own. [Celestial Visage]: Your handsomeness rivals that of the divine. This year... The future empress who would dominate the world was still a helpless orphaned brat, tucked under Chen Kuang’s arm as he fled. The revered "Benevolent Immortal" faced his trolley problem and was forever burdened with an inescapable heart demon. The undying demonic sovereign was just a timid little maid serving a courtesan. The White Dragon True Monarch, who would later slaughter his way through the demon race, was still nothing more than a drifting piece of frayed rope. And Chen Kuang, then a death-row convict, set the chaotic world ablaze, starting with a single torch.
ExoEight_ · 174.8k Views

Farming My Way Through the Cultivation Realm

At 28, MC Lin Yuan (orphan) is exhausted—trapped in a Gray corporate cubicle, buried under deadlines, fake smiles, and office politics. His only relief? Bitter alcohol and dreams of a peaceful, carefree life. One stormy night, while stumbling across a bridge, he notices a little girl about to be struck by a speeding truck. Instinct takes over. He dives forward, pushes her to safety—only to be hit and thrown off the bridge himself. When he opens his eyes… No city sounds. No pain. Only endless golden fields, whispering winds, lush forests, and towering green mountains. He has transmigrated into a cultivation world. But awakens not as a warrior, not as a genius young master but as a spiritual farmer with a Reward System! “Grow crops. Harvest cultivation treasures. Cultivate and become Immortal.” Each crop harvest gives spiritual energy, skills, pills, artifacts—even cultivation techniques. While others bleed in dangerous realms and fight over scraps, he cultivates strength through soil, sun, and sweat. But in a world where strength is law, can a farmer truly remain carefree? Will his peaceful fields stay untouched—or will enemies come to reap what he has sown? Will he choose the path of the farmer… or the path of the sword? or both? Join Lin Yuan on his extraordinary journey—from burned-out corporate worker to immortal spiritual farmer, growing not just crops… but power, wisdom, and destiny itself. ---------------------- what you can expect : -> Clear story flow -> No braindead/stupid/low IQ MC -->Not a SINGLE -> No excessive side stories -> Max effort in writing to provide relaxation for readers not frustration -> You can expect beast pets, adventures and other things because MC is not a shut in NEET -> Display of the MC inventory at every harvest for ideal consumption of resources and tally them -> There will be standard rules of cultivation to avoid confusion when comparing MC to others -> You can check auxiliary chapters for the standards and rules, these chapters will be updated along with the story progression ----------------------
Chronos_Immortal · 1.6k Views

The CEO’s Temporary Wife

Selena Ward had been pacing for almost an hour, her hands shaking as she clutched the emergency report the nurse handed her. Her mother had collapsed again—only this time, she didn’t wake up. A doctor finally stepped out of the ICU. “Miss Ward… we need to operate immediately. She has internal bleeding. Without surgery, her chances are very low.” Selena swallowed, her voice barely a whisper. “H-how much?” The doctor hesitated. “A little over ten million naira.” Ten million. She didn’t even have ten thousand. Her legs felt weak. Her vision blurred. Ten million might as well have been a hundred billion. She had no relatives, no savings, and the landlord was already threatening to kick them out. “Please,” she begged, “can’t you do the surgery and I’ll pay later?” “We can’t. Hospital policy.” Selena felt her world collapsing in slow motion. She pressed her hand against her mouth and walked back to the hallway, tears burning her eyes. She didn’t notice the tall man standing at the far end of the corridor until she walked right past him and heard a deep, cold voice: “Miss Ward.” She froze. Slowly, she turned. The man approaching her looked out of place in the shabby hospital—tall, sharply dressed, and intimidatingly handsome. His aura alone made people step aside. He stopped in front of her, eyes unreadable. “Jace… Ariston?” she whispered. She had seen him once before—when she worked a small catering job at one of his company’s events. The billionaire CEO who people whispered about like he was some rumored storm. “Yes.” His tone was cool, controlled. “I heard your mother was admitted.” Selena frowned. “Why would you care?” “Because,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets, “I came to offer you a deal.” Her heart raced. “What kind of deal?” “A marriage contract.” Selena almost laughed. Almost. But she was too tired, too broken. “Is this a joke?” “No,” he replied, voice dangerously calm. “I need a wife. Immediately.” She stared at him, not sure if the shock or confusion was stronger. Jace continued, expression sharp as glass. “My grandfather’s inheritance can only be claimed by a married heir. I need someone—someone with no ties, no scandals, no family interference.” Selena felt her stomach twist. “And why me?” His gaze slid down to her trembling hands, then back to her eyes. “Because you’re desperate enough to accept. And because I can offer you what you need.”
Titilayohart · 2.3k Views

The Gourmet Innkeeper: Cooking Monsters in a Fantasy World

[Welcome to a New World, Innkeeper! Let’s build something cozy~] Masterchef Finn thought he was finally getting his restaurant when he was literally thrown into a world filled with beasts and magical creatures. And…he had to build an inn? Smack in the middle of nowhere? Er, no, not nowhere. In the middle of monster-infested areas! Fortunately, he had a massive shield to protect him and the inn. He could build stuff with the press of a button, and he could buy useful things from a mysterious market. He even got a cute panda mascot as a taste tester. Maybe this place wasn’t as bad as he thought. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he could finally live the relaxed life focused on cooking that he had once dreamed of! However, he soon realized that his future customers would be adventurers, mercenaries, merchants, and even other creatures. He was tasked to house them and feed them, to help them survive in the most dangerous part of their world. Like this, he was inexplicably drawn to a bigger world and was pushed to take on responsibilities outside his precious comfort zone. He was even asked to do [Missions] himself! What kind of Innkeeper is expected to do monster clearings!? ... ____ If you like: - Adventures and Monster Fights (Weak to Strong tho!) - Quests / Missions - LitRPG - Cooking! - Business-building / Money-making - Inn-building / Infrastructure - Slice-of-life / Cozy! Check this story out!
NispedanaSan · 343.6k Views