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I Am The Only Witch Hunter

Story rotates around killing witches and monsters, training and gaining power, gaining mutation (Night Vision, Echolocation, Wall Climb, etc.), gathering herbs and creating concoctions. --- Hunt. Graft. Mutate. That was the core idea of a witch hunter. By grafting organs, the witch hunter gained mutations and ascended his own body, adding more and more power to his flesh. Sir Siderius Satterblade, a Master Witch Hunter in old age, used a Forbidden Alchemical Seal to transfer his soul to another man in another world. This world was Eldoria, a society ruled by witches and benefitted only to witches. Snow, a circus boy, fell prey to a witch's hands. He was to be executed for a crime he did not do. In the moment of desperation, Snow traded his soul and body for Siderius. The new Siderius 'Snow' Satterblade was born. He summoned the S.Y.S.T.E.M., Siderius' most dangerous weapon and escaped the prison, grafting his first mutation and plotting his revenge on those who had wronged him. We follow Siderius on the lonely road of a witch hunter as he gained more mutations, more weapons, more Alchemical Sigils to enact his revenge and become an immortal. --- The MC will NOT become monstrous. The MC stays relatively human with unique appearance traits (black irises, pointy ears, white hair,...) Witches in this novel are irredeemable. Not sexy witches but disgusting and evil witches. (Well maybe a little bit hot because of their magic) MC will not accept nor 'conquer' any witches. Just straight killing. NO ROMANCE. NO HAREM. This man is nothing but a pure killing machine and survivalist. MC is ruthless but not heartless, still save people he deemed useful. NO FACE-SLAPPING NOR SHOWING OFF. MC only cares about power and survival. NO HIDING AS THE WEAK. NO ATTACHMENTS. Current Releasing Schedule: 2 chapters/per day Releasing Time: 7:00 AM (GMT+8)
WhitenSheep · 98.7k 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 -> 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 · 6.2k Views

Sold To The Revengeful Vampire Emperor

For centuries, the Crimson Dominion Empire has obeyed one sacred law: Every Emperor must take a Queen to rule beside him. But His Imperial Majesty, Lucien Alaric Thornton—the cold, feared, and ruthlessly powerful Vampire Emperor—has sworn never to love again. Not after losing Elisabetha, the only woman his immortal heart ever beat for. Her death torments his nights. Her memory shadows his throne. And Lucien is certain that someone within his own bloodline… played a role in her murder. To preserve political stability, Lucien is forced into an arranged marriage with Princess Samantha—a pampered, sheltered princess who has adored him since childhood. To the Empire, she is the perfect future Queen. To Lucien, she is nothing but duty. Everything changes the night he attends a forbidden slave auction. A trembling human girl is dragged into the light. Her name is Hazel… and she carries the exact face of Elisabetha. One heartbeat. One glance. And the Emperor buys her—shocking the entire Empire and shattering Princess Samantha’s lifelong dream. But Hazel’s presence awakens more than painful memories. Lucien keeps her close only because she resembles the woman he lost… yet without realizing it, he begins to fall for her—quietly, unwillingly, helplessly. Soon, everyone in the palace notices: the way he protects Hazel, the way he favors her, and the way he treats her with a care he never shows even to the future Empress. Princess Samantha sees it too— and the jealousy she has buried for years erupts into something dangerous, possessive, and deadly. Meanwhile, Lucien’s suspicions deepen. Hazel’s arrival stirs old shadows and forgotten truths… including the possibility that his own young stepsister, Princess Celeste, may have been involved in Elisabetha’s death. Thrown into a world of blood-stained politics, forbidden magic, ancient grudges, and royal conspiracies, Hazel soon realizes that her fate is intertwined with the Crimson Dominion in ways she never imagined. And Lucien—once heartless, once broken—finds himself torn between: The love he lost. The girl who carries dangerous secrets. And the future Queen he never wanted. In a world ruled by vengeance, power, and destiny… true love may be the most dangerous secret of all.
aurora_rose17 · 984 Views

Using My Blessings To Restore The Kingdom: Odin’s Lost Eye

Mavis never imagined she’d be blessed by Hel—the Goddess of the Underworld. Just months before, she washed ashore thousands of miles from her home, a nameless girl torn from a kingdom swallowed by eternal fog. Now she hides in a foreign land under a borrowed identity, unaware that fate has already marked her. But Mavis is no ordinary survivor. She is the lost Queen of a forgotten kingdom—the one even the gods tried to erase. To save her people, she must walk a path tangled with magic, politics, and divine betrayal. Armed with Hel’s dark blessing, Odin’s all-seeing eye, and a serpent born from legend, Mavis begins a journey that will shake continents. A journey to break her kingdom’s curse. —————————————————— “You know of the kingdoms, don’t you?” “I know there are seven,” the child said proudly. “Dolus, Invidia, Castimonia, Fides, Laetitia, Lues, and Ipse.” “That’s right,” the mother murmured. “Seven kingdoms we trade with, argue with, laugh with, and fear in equal measure. Seven that send their ships across the sea, their diplomats to the cities, their warriors to the fields. Seven kingdoms you read about in your books.” She paused, letting the room settle into stillness. Even the fire seemed to quiet, popping softly like an old man clearing his throat. “But,” she continued, “there is an eighth kingdom.” The child frowned. “A… a secret one?” “A hidden one,” the mother corrected, her voice barely above a whisper. “A kingdom older than the others. A kingdom the maps refuse to show. A kingdom that does not speak to the rest of us—nor do they wish to.” A chill—not from cold, but from something far older—slipped across the child’s skin. “Is it real?” they whispered. “Or just a story?” The mother leaned closer, casting her shadow long across the blankets. “Some say,” she murmured, “that it is nothing more than rumor and superstition. That the Hidden Kingdom—Absonditus—is nothing more than an old tale told to children who ask too many questions.” The room suddenly felt smaller, walls drawing nearer. “Others,” she went on, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, “swear it is real. They say the land exists far beyond the edges of our charts, swallowed by fog and darkness. Secluded. Silent. Watching.” The child swallowed. “Watching us?” “Always.” Her smile was gentle, but her eyes carried something deeper—an understanding shaped by years of hearing this story herself. “The seven kingdoms interact with one another. They trade, scheme, fight, and form uneasy alliances. But the eighth… The eighth watches from afar. Hidden, unseen. It keeps to itself, as though waiting for the right moment to return to the world.” The fire cracked loudly, sending a plume of sparks up the chimney. The child flinched. “Is it… dangerous?” they asked in a whisper. “Not dangerous,” the mother said slowly. “But powerful. And very misunderstood. The people of Absonditus do not come to our lands. They do not ask for help or friendship. And so over many generations, most have come to believe they do not exist at all.” She tilted her head. “But those who live on the border of the Dolus kingdom’s coast say that when the full moon shines down at night…” Her voice grew softer, hushed with a kind of reverence. “…and the fog of the Arianiac Sea disappears…” Firelight shimmered in her eyes. “…you can see the kingdom of Absonditus.” The child’s heartbeat thudded loudly in her ears. “See… the kingdom?” she breathed. “Like a mirage?” “Like a truth the world wants you to forget,” the mother murmured.
Momjeanslover · 14.1k Views