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I Loot My Future Self for Immortality

Li Fan thought the floating red bar in his vision was a countdown to his death. He was wrong. It was a countdown to his destiny. As the young, starving leader of the ruined Sunset Sect, Li Fan had nothing left. No money, no food, and no hope. For thirty days, he watched a mysterious percentage tick up in his retina: 99%... He believed that when it hit 100%, his heart would stop. But when the number finally ticked over, he didn't die. Instead, the world twisted. The snow melted into ash, the sky turned the color of bruised flesh, and the sect he tried so hard to save was nothing but a crater. He had traveled 10,000 years into the future. In this spiritual wasteland, Li Fan found a crumbling tombstone with his own name on it: “Here lies Li Fan. Starved to death in the Winter of Year 1. A failure who couldn't save his disciples.” Driven by desperation, he dug up the grave—and found a bag of rice buried with his skeleton. [System Alert: Timeline Scavenging Successful.] Returning to the present with the rice, Li Fan realized the terrifying truth of his power. Every 30 days, he can travel to the future to see the outcome of his current choices. If he fails? He loots his own corpse for mistakes. If he succeeds? He loots his future self for legendary techniques. Armed with the legacy of his failed timelines, Li Fan begins to rebuild his sect. But he soon realizes that the "Wasteland" isn't just a dead future—it's a warning of a Calamity that only he can prevent.
Crow_6713 · 582 Views

Sand Through The Hourglass

In the kingdom of Tazir, battle hardened Captain Zenith saves King Joram from an assassination attempt and is appointed his personal guard commander, igniting court backlash and sexist hostility. As more attacks follow, each marked with an hourglass symbol, Zenith uncovers a conspiracy rooted in the council’s corrupt administrative wing, using poison, false seals, and planted rumors to control the throne. While the council pressures Joram into a political marriage, Joram and Zenith grow close in secret, bound by trust and the strain of constant danger. The court tries to remove and disgrace Zenith, framing her and weaponizing tradition against her, but Joram refuses to sacrifice her for stability. He turns the council’s spectacle into a public inquiry, gathering testimony and evidence until the network begins to collapse under scrutiny. With the conspirators exposed, Joram chooses Zenith openly, proposing marriage without demanding she become a “proper” court lady. Zenith accepts only if she can remain herself and share the burden honestly. On their wedding day, a final attack is stopped in full view of the people, proving Zenith’s strength protects the realm rather than threatening it. Despite elite disapproval, the public embraces them, and Joram’s reforms and Zenith’s unapologetic warrior stature reshape the throne into a partnership the kingdom can stand behind.In a kingdom where power is measured by bloodlines and obedience, a king and a warrior choose partnership. Against classism, chauvinism, and political sabotage, they hold the line together, and Tazir learns to respect a love that refuses to be ashamed.
Nyasha_Mthembo · 1.2k Views

The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life

#dotingmalelead #infrastructure #RPG #OPMc (Caution: Don't read while you're drinking. Author is not responsible for choking incident due to excessive happiness. XD Just sharing good vibes. If you're down and feeling sad, read my novel!) Li Chunhua never expected she would be transported in another world after she was reading an odd book she found in the Sect's Library. By the time she opened her eyes, her mind was instilled with memories of another girl whose appearance and name resembled hers. She actually became the vicious cannon fodder in that male lead angst novel she read. Faced with the future of miserable death, Chunhua decided to stay away from the male lead and the supporting characters and decided to live low-key. Thanks to her koi physique her road to a comfortable life was smooth sailing. When others are still starving by the lack of food, Chunhua had already started farming and rearing live stocks. When others are still without a proper shelter, she was already building roads. Although she was only eating her terrible cooking, her life was already good! [Congratulations for upgrading your thatched cottage to Level 1 log cabin.] [Congratulations for upgrading your Level 1 log cabin to Level 2 stone house.] [Congratulations...] Everything was was going well until she picked up an unconscious man covered in dirt in the forest. She always believe in karmic conditioning and therefore took care of him until he was back on his feet. Until one day, he told her his true name. Li Chunhua was dumbfounded. No way, the man I saved was actually the male lead! Is it too late to throw him back to the forest again? A certain someone's expression darkened and threw her on the bed. "You dare!"
The_Sweet_Dumpling · 2.2m Views

Arcane Weapon Online

Malachi was a gamer who spent most of his time in front of his computer. He enjoyed all kinds of games—adventure quests, role-playing journeys, strategy battles, simulations, fantasy worlds, and action-packed realms filled with magic and mystery. When he participated in a company’s beta version of a new game from ArcanePixel, a studio known for producing massive worldwide games, he didn’t hesitate. The offer alone was too good to ignore, especially since it promised cash rewards for every participant. During the briefing, the company explained that this wasn’t just an ordinary game. They were testing something revolutionary before its global release. Instead of using a controller, console, or computer, players would wear a special VR headset that connected directly to their minds. Their consciousness would enter the game world, allowing them to experience everything as vividly as real life. But there was a warning. Once inside, players wouldn’t be able to leave until the final boss was defeated or until the game officially ended. Until that moment, their bodies would remain asleep in the real world while their minds stayed inside the game. Malachi wasn’t the only one who accepted the offer. Hundreds of gamers also participated. Each player received an Arcane Weapon, a unique weapon forged from the material essence of magical creatures. To grow stronger, they would need to complete quests, slay monsters and bosses, and prepare themselves for the ultimate challenge. The game was also filled with special events designed to push Malachi and the others to their limits. Duels, party battles, trials, guild wars, and more tested their skills, teamwork, and survival instincts. Only the strongest would rise above the rest. Players who defeated the most bosses and earned the highest achievements would claim the greatest rewards.
Druid213 · 3.1k Views

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi fanfic DON'T READ IT IF YOU EXPECT HEAREM AND FUCKUNG SCENES ONLY. I was supposed to land in Japan. Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest. Then the sky screamed. Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air? I laughed once, stupidly, and then— Ding. That should’ve been the end. I woke up on cold stone. No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells. Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger. A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was. Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed. An orphan on a scholarship back home. An extra here. Or so I thought. That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not. Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario. A nobody who climbed too fast. An outsider who survived too much. Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream. I followed— not to replace him, not to steal his encounters— but to live them. And if fate had dragged me here, then this time, I would answer it on my feet.
pinkD3VIL · 94.2k Views