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Hogwarts: The Mafia Lord of Slytherin

Erwin reincarnated into chaos. As the only son of the crumbling Cavendish mafia family, he used the ruthlessness and strategies from his past life to pull them back from the brink of destruction. He secured their empire, silenced their enemies, and prepared for a life of luxury and power. Then, an old man with a white beard with a letter knocked on his door. It wasn't just 1990s England. It was the world of Harry Potter. But Erwin didn't panic. He adapted. With his arrival came the Reputation System—a cheat code that turns fame and fear into power. ... [System: Reputation Gained. Draw Initiated...] [Spell Drawn: Wingardium Leviosa (Mastery)] [Curse Drawn: Reducto (Shattered to Pieces)] [Gold Reward: Fantastic Beast Affinity (Legendary)] [Purple-Tier Reward: The Unforgivable Curse Set] ... Erwin isn't here to play schoolboy games. He is here to rewrite the hierarchy. Pure-blood supremacy? Sacred Twenty-Eight? "The wizarding world only needs one true noble house," Erwin declares, swirling his wine. "And that is the House of Cavendish." He is turning Hogwarts into his own criminal empire. Hermione: "To serve the Cavendish family is not servitude; it is the highest honor of my life." Luna: "The Nargles were wrong... the light didn't fade. It just belongs to Mr. Erwin now." Years later, when Voldemort finally resurrects and calls upon his dark army, he stands stunned in a silent graveyard. "Can anyone tell me," the Dark Lord whispers, "why all my Death Eaters are kneeling before a Cavendish?" ... [Slytherin House + Timeless Elegance + Ruthless Ambition]
MrGrim_ · 1m Views

Villain Rehabilitator

From the beginning, immortals and mortals have been sundered from each other. Immortals have mastered their Tama, wielding their true power; holding domain over mortals. Mortals, meanwhile, still see Tama in the form of intricate jewels of various shapes, failing to bring out their true strength; also, they are slaves to death —and the immortals. Over the years, some immortals, who have been labelled as Yotram, have come to the Earth to stop mortals from being immortal. In their eyes, they see humanity as a food source, slaves and means of entertainment. After waiting for the Villain Rehabilitator to disappear, the Yotram thought that they would expunge all of LIFE's creations on Earth. However, their actions ended up creating individuals who seek to be immortal. The first, goes by the name of Lucien Derniere Étoile. Growing up, his life was a play in the eyes of certain individuals. Moreover, a flesh eating spirit was placed in his mother's body, so that they would watch him suffer. After killing his mother, as the only way to save her, Lucien voyages himself across the world for revenge. Also, being immortal is the best way for him to succeed. The second, goes by the name of Ten. As someone born on the rotten side of humanity, Ten never desired much in life. However, his thirst for knowledge brought him to the power of Entropy, which happens to be the weakness of all immortals. Guided by his curious mind, Ten continues to master the power inside him, drawing him closer and closer to becoming immortal. Although Lucien and Ten have different goes, they are bound by interest at first. Nonetheless, as they move, their bond grows, calling others to them. Also, they have to do everything in their power to stop the undying Yotram that stand in their way.
EntropyF · 145.1k Views

Cultivation through desires

# Cultivation Through Desires ## Synopsis Marcus was a billionaire who had everything except what mattered. Money. Success. An empire built on code and logic. But no connection. No passion. No life beyond the screen. Then a black sphere tore through reality itself. One moment he stood on a luxury cruise near Dubai. The next he crashed onto an alien world where humans flew on swords and shattered mountains with their fists. Planet Tianxu. A world ruled by cultivation sects where power determined everything and the weak were crushed without mercy. Marcus should have died in the first week. Instead something ancient awakened within him. The Heavenly Kama Scripture. A sacred text from the God of Love and Kindness who once ruled the heavens before the cultivation sects erased his name from history. The ancient deity believed that true power came not from rejecting desire but from embracing it. From understanding the deepest yearnings of the heart and transforming them into unstoppable strength. Now Marcus carries this forbidden system. A cultivation path that grows stronger through connection. Through understanding. Through the very desires the orthodox sects consider weakness. But the cultivation world has rules written in blood. The sects that dominate Tianxu built their power on suppressing emotion and severing mortal attachments. They view the God of Love and Kindness as a heretic. His scripture as corruption. If they discover what Marcus carries they will hunt him to the ends of the world. Marcus must learn to survive in a realm where a single mistake means death. Where flying swordsmen patrol the skies and demonic beasts lurk in ancient forests. Where cultivators treat mortals like livestock and power is the only language anyone respects. He has no cultivation base. No allies. No understanding of the world's ruthless hierarchy. But he has something the cultivation world forgot. He understands desire. Ambition. The driving forces that make humans human. And in a world that demands you abandon your humanity to gain power Marcus will prove that the greatest strength comes from embracing what you are. The sects of Tianxu built their thrones on suppressing desire. Marcus will tear those thrones down by wielding it. --- **Genre:** Eastern Fantasy, Cultivation, System, Harem **Tags:** Transmigration, Weak to Strong, Cunning Protagonist, Ruthless Protagonist, Beautiful Female Lead, Ancient Gods, Forbidden Technique, Sect Politics,dual cultivation. **Warning:** This novel contains mature themes including violence and some lemons. Reader discretion advised.
hevesy · 1.9k Views

Gifted Actor!

“You cannot do anything in your life.” That was what my father said every time he came home drunk. He wasn’t the kind who beat his family—he didn’t need to. His words alone were enough to break me. “You are a failure. Look at other children.” I had done nothing wrong to deserve those words. They were simply routine—something he said to make himself feel better. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking. Maybe it wasn’t. Either way, that was how I grew up, with two younger siblings enduring the same silence. Maybe that was why I became an introvert. I learned that speaking less meant giving him fewer reasons to get upset with me. And yet, after shaping me this way, he would ask— “Why are you so quiet? Why can’t you be like other children?” Being an introvert wasn’t so bad… until I found acting—or more appropriately—acting found me. By chance, by luck, or perhaps by fate, I discovered an art that demanded everything I had—confidence, expression, vulnerability. I had never even stepped onto a stage before. I had to learn from nothing. All I had was my talent and an intelligent mind. A gift unknown to me was hiding inside. But as always, I wasn’t allowed to choose. Every story has a villain. In mine, I couldn’t even defy him. He wanted a life that brought him reputation and praise—a respectable job, a safe future. Dreams, in his world, were a luxury I couldn’t afford. This is the story of a boy silenced by words— and the actor he was never meant to become. ----------------------------------------------- If you are still here, then go and read free chapters. They won't cost you and who knows, this might be your next favorite novel. ^..^ Note - There is no system in this novel. Everything will be how a normal human would solve problems. No golden fingers or supernatural powers. I want to make a real and relatable novel instead of the usual cheat systems. Also, the main plot of the novel revolves around acting and rising in the entertainment industry. However, his childhood shapes who he is now, so that will also be explored. Lastly, this story takes place in a parallel world to escape any copyright issues. This is an original story without any inspiration. All the scripts, songs and scenes are original and written by me myself. ^...^ ------------------------------------------------- Two chapters a day Now, about business - Want more chapters? Send gifts. Magic Castle - 1 bonus chapter. Spacecraft - 2 bonus chapters. Golden Gachapon - 3 bonus chapters. For example, if someone wants to read more chapters and they can't wait, they can gift one of these. If I'm awake, I'll upload the bonus chapter the very next second, at most it will take 24 hours. But I hope you won't exploit these... ^...^ --------------------------------------------------
HaoridKen · 68 Views

The Paradox of a Thousandth Likes

In a world built on modern technology, where every moment can be recorded, filtered, and shared, we like to believe that nothing remains hidden. Every answer is a search away. Every face can be traced. Every truth can be fact-checked, slowed down, replayed. And yet, there are still mysteries that refuse to be solved. They exist quietly between notifications. In the spaces between refreshes. In the seconds it takes for a number to change. Most people are chasing the same things like money, fame, relevance. They trade privacy for attention, turning their lives into content, their pain into engagement, their joy into something measurable. A like. A view. A share. Numbers become validation. Numbers become worth. No one questions them. No one wonders who decides when enough is enough. Because while creators are busy climbing algorithms and curating perfection, something else is watching overly patient, invisible, learning. It does not care about talent or intention. It does not reward effort or punish cruelty. It only counts. And when the number is reached, it doesn’t celebrate. It collects. But hidden beneath the noise, beneath the analytics and rising numbers, is something quieter and far more fragile, connection. Unspoken tension. A closeness that was never named. People, bound not just by content and coincidence, but by glances held too long, words left unsent, and feelings buried under humor and denial. Affection becomes complicated when survival is uncertain. Loyalty fractures when fear enters the room. And love, when left unresolved, becomes its own kind of haunting. By the time anyone notices the pattern, it is already too late. By the time the mystery demands answers, the silence has grown too loud to ignore. This is not a story about fame. It’s a story about what happens when the screen goes dark… When the numbers stop climbing… And the things we never said become the most dangerous truths of all. And the count stops moving.
Paradox_Master · 2.3k Views