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The story follows Bai Liu, who, after losing his job, becomes involved with multiple unavoidable horror live-streaming games full of various monsters and players with killing intent, putting the players’ lives at stake.

BLURB A princess loses her kingdom. A princess loses her family. A princess loses her dignity. Her people have lost all hope, now at the mercy of their worst enemies. Nyssa has faced judgement, death is at the corner. And as the emperor Damon has decreed, no one can go against it. There's only one decision - to escape. Would she succeed? And even if she did…would the outside world be any better? Clinging unto the last thread of hope, she must rise through blood, secrets and power to reclaim her kingdom or die trying. Can she, a broken princess, destroy an empire and free her people?

The School of Blades and Lies (originally written by Ivy Mae) The academy does not exist on any map. Officially, it is an elite martial-arts school. In truth, it is a training ground owned by the underworld, founded by the Yakuza to shape the next generation of enforcers, heirs, and weapons. This school doesn’t teach how to fight perhaps it teaches who to kill. When a quiet transfer student enrolls, she seems ordinary, just another girl trying to survive in a ruthless academy. She follows the rules, keeps to herself, and avoids conflict. But the school is no ordinary place. Rivalries explode, training turns deadly, and alliances are tested with real blood. Every student has secrets, and everyone is lying about who they are. In a school where survival means deception, even the quietest girl might be the most dangerous weapon of all. Is she just another student or something far deadlier?

My name is Hagar, and I’m no hero. Heroes die in stories. I follow orders. I execute. I survive. That’s how I’ve lasted, and how I’ve thrived in a world that chews up the unprepared. I know the danger of wandering ideals, the danger of acting without a plan, the danger of believing anyone’s courage is enough to save them. Until now. Then I fought a beast — and met the Reaper, executioner of the tyrant Queen of Crythalon, a power I both fear and respect. For the first time, I’m seeing orders I cannot follow, decisions that don’t make sense, a mission that feels… wrong. And for the first time, I feel something unfamiliar: thoughts that are mine alone, desires that exist without permission, a mind that wants more than survival. This isn’t a story about glory. It’s about a soldier learning the dangerous consequences of playing hero.

[Warning! R18+ Mature Content] After embarassingly dying by 'coming' on a museum worker, and then angering a Forgotten God by 'coming' on him as well, Jimmy transmigrated along with his date of the day, to another world where his problematic 'cannon' shots started making more sense. His destiny was fulfilled as he transmigrated into a Bloodmancer's body, where every shot literally was like that of a cannon's! Finding himself in a land riddled with dinosaurs, with species of dinosaurs jamming together from different Eras as if the Paleontological studies from back on Earth were a joke, survival was not only difficult, but it was unique! As a Bloodmancer, he learned that he could tame dinosaurs and keep them as pets, by essentially smushing their brains around like play dough! A useful skill, on account to the fact how infinitely useful dinosaurs were, since every living species bore Primal Magic, a category of magic with branches that were impossible to predict. Surrounded by temptation, by ladies who did not even comprehend the concept of a harem, he started collecting primal beauties as if it was a day-job! Somehow, his tamed dinosaurs helped him attract women, in a way that it was nearly impossible to figure out! He just knew that women wanted him, even the older ones, and he made great use of this curse/blessing from the angered God! He almost felt like every time he made love with his girlfriends, the Forgotten God got angrier. However, life was never that simple. With abandoned alien technology sprinkled across the world, and large-scale Tribe Wars brewing, Jimmy had little time to figure out how to best use such technologies in a world where the greatest invention that humanity made was not the wheel, but the bow and arrow! Collecting beauties might be fun, but what would the point be if his tribe got wiped out from the face of the Grasslands, his new home? The clock was ticking, so to speak, and he had to act fast! "Them thighs might be thick, but the plot is thicker, and with jacked up dinosaur clones sent to war, the future was absolutely impossible to predict!" ... ~ Be sure to check out my other novel in my author profile. I don’t drop my work, and will end each novel at around 1,500 chapters. ~ *Important Tags* ~ [#Smut] [#No NTR] [#Yuri] [#No System] [#Tamer-MC] [#Healer-MC] [#Power Progression] [#Shared Transmigration] [#Clones] [Light Sci-Fi] [#Alien-Tech] ~ *Other Tags* ~ [#evolution] [#dino army] [#mana] [#necromancy] [#bloodmancy] [#superstrength] [#superspeed] [#lost civilization] [#ancient civilization] [#primal magic] [#giants] [#multiple human species] [#fictional human species] [#hidden technology] ~

In an era when only men were seen as rulers, one woman defied destiny. Born a princess but raised as a warrior, Queen Zaria was never meant to sit on the throne-but fate had other plans. When her father, the great king, is betrayed and slain by rival kingdoms, Zaria rises from the ashes of despair. With a heart of iron and the wisdom of the gods, she gathers an army unlike any seen before-fierce warriors, cunning strategists, and fearless hunters. But ruling is not enough. To secure her legacy, she must strike fear into the hearts of those who once laughed at the idea of a woman as king. With her golden crown and armor gleaming under the scorching sun, Zaria becomes more than a queen-she becomes a legend. A force that kingdoms whisper about in fear. A ruler whose name will echo through eternity. This is the untold story of Africa's first queen, a tale of war, power, betrayal, and triumph.

Summoned into a war between humans and demons, Eiden Cross is not hailed as a hero. He is tested. Found useless. And thrown to the front lines as expendable infantry. He dies within minutes. Then wakes up in the summoning chamber. Alive. Unchosen. Unblessed. With the memory of how he died. There is no system. No divine guide. No second-chance reward. Every death resets him to the day he was summoned. But the reset is not free. His thoughts slow. Sleep erodes. The battlefield shifts. And the enemy begins to adapt. As the Empire advances toward the Demon Castle and its promises of victory, Eiden realizes something far worse than dying— The war is not repeating. It is learning. And the more he survives, the more visible he becomes. In a campaign built on disposable soldiers and engineered triumphs, survival is not power. It is exposure. How many times can one man outlast the same battlefield— before the battlefield starts hunting him back?

Cultivation is a scam. History is written by the victors. And I intend to write the final chapter.-Li Wudi Waking up as a dying Ancestor with mere days to live, Li Yun realized he has drawn the worst lot in the transmigration lottery. His body is decaying, his sect declining, and the world's "Chosen One" is on his way to loot the place. Li Yun has two choices: Die as a background character, or become the villain they fear. He chooses the latter. Through a forbidden art, he splits his soul. One body in the light: A ruthless genius who leads the sect and bullies the "Son of Heaven." One body in the dark: An invincible, ancient monster who hoards 10,000x Rebates from the System. [Ding! You gifted your disciple a Rusty Sword.] [System Critical Hit! Reward: Emperor-Slaying Divine Blade.] Logic? Fairness? Plot Armor? Those are for heroes. Li Yun is here to survive, and he doesn't care whose destiny he has to steal to do it.

When Feng Qi awoke, he realized the world had been completely overturned. Wherever his eyes fell, the land was strewn with desiccated bones. All life had withered away. [Warning: Three hundred meters ahead lies a database. It contains historical records, including a detailed account of your untimely death. You should go take a look.] [Trust me—don’t go west. You could die!] [Do you see that black stone monument? You decide to approach it and investigate.] “I don’t want to!” Feng Qi protested, resisting the voice echoing in his mind. [No. You do.] … Guided by that mysterious voice, Feng Qi begins to traverse between reality and the future, gradually uncovering the truth of this ruined world—and searching for a way to change it. For it is only after witnessing true darkness that one comes to long endlessly for the light.

From ancient times, mankind whispered prayers to godly beings lurking beyond the veil. Desires were answered. Blessings were bestowed. And with every baptism, something unseen was taken in return. In 2037, the debt came due. Those who had accepted the baptism were transformed into grotesque nightcrawler driven only by bloodlust. Cities fell overnight. Civilization collapsed in screams and fire. As the world drowned in chaos, an ancient seal deep within the Earth weakened. From beneath the surface emerged a forgotten continent—one that had been sealed away since time immemorial. Its people were superhuman beings, wielders of magic and power far beyond modern understanding. Breaking free as the seal shattered, they intervened in the apocalypse, saving the remaining 10% of humanity and guiding them toward survival. From the ashes of the apocalypse, a new civilization took shape—a world where human world and nightmare realm intertwined, where magic and monstrosity walked side by side. This fragile world exists only because some sought power and knowledge above all else, daring to make pacts with beings beyond comprehension—and paid the price in blood and fire. Into this reborn world descends Theron Noirvale, a man originally from Earth who was once feared as the Heavenly Demon in another world. Now back on his home planet, he begins to uncover the truth about the devils, the hidden continent, and the body he Transmigrated into. A regressor's body.

Raziel died a saint, slaughtered in his own cathedral the moment a Player fell from the sky, labeled his world a "Server," and reduced him to nothing more than a prologue NPC. His final act of faith didn’t stop the massacre... but it did shatter the rules of the Game. [ITEM USED: RESURRECTION TOKEN] [INITIATING REGRESSION PROTOCOL…] [SAVE POINT FOUND: 4 YEARS BEFORE THE PLAYER ARRIVAL] Raziel wakes up in his fifteen-year-old body, memories fragmented, but with one absolute certainty: the Game Over is inevitable. To the Church, he remains the perfect novice; to the Player, he is just another NPC. But this time, he will wield his faith like a heretical System: recruiting the future sacrificial lambs, twisting miracles into weapons, and becoming the Hidden Boss of the very world that once discarded him. If this world sees him as mere filler... Raziel will turn his faith into the heresy that crashes the Server. NO YURI / NO YAOI / NO HAREM / NO NTR "This story features a fictional religion inspired by real-world theological traditions. All religious institutions, doctrines, and practices depicted are entirely fictional. No disrespect to any real religion or its followers is intended."

On the day Ash became a Pokémon Trainer, a chat group arrived, filled with his parallel selves! Champion Ash: Pokémon can't be left alone; they need to be properly nourished and trained according to specific guidelines. Aura Hero Ash: That's not how you catch Pokémon. You have to hit them hard and beat them until they accept you. Breeder Ash: Tame Pokémon with food, breed them with food. Tactician Ash: Do you know how to play against them? Do you know how to rotate? Can you form a weather team? Can you defend against poison? Step aside, it's my turn. ... Rejoice! He possesses all of Ash's innate abilities, transcending time and space to become the almighty Trainer! Now before you stands the Almighty King—Ash! THIS IS A TRANSLATION. Support Me at Pat Reon 40 Advanced chapters at: [email protected]/AVRKingsTL Replace @ with a. Image is not Mine.

Viktor, an elite warrior transmigrator and traitor from the Viltrum civilization, escaped to Earth in a stolen spaceship, seeking peace after abandoning the brutal life he knew, but his plans are interrupted when a Superman appears as he gets close to Earth.

What does it feel like to be bound by a cursed mark you did not choose, with no option but to resist? Maroth, a simple village yong man, becomes part of a group known as the Reapers, born from the phenomenon called the Black Catastrophe. Across the vast Seven Lands , he faces unknown entities known as the Strangers. And He walks a path of chaos, forsaking In exchange precious In the end, will Maroth be able to change his fate, or will he be forced to accept it?”

Waking up in an unfamiliar world with no memories, I had only one advantage, a mind filled with knowledge of fictional tropes, clichés, and common sense learned from countless novels. At first, I thought I was trapped in a romcom nightmare when I started triggering events like "Helping a Girl on a Rainy Day", "Damsel in Distress", and "Tripping Into the Heroine’s Arms." Naturally, I shut those nonsense down before they could escalate. No forced romances. No misunderstandings. No cringe. But something was clearly off. The world wasn’t just a slice-of-life comedy. Beneath the cliché academy setting, there were whispers of awakening powers, hidden dangers, and a brutal magic academy entrance exam. And every challenge I prevented or manipulated was an opportunity to grow stronger. [Title Earned: Background Character.] [Achievement Unlocked: Firm Mind.] [New Skill Acquired: Background Character's Aura.] [New Ability Acquired: Anti-Narrative Influence.] I may be just a background character, but if fate insists on throwing these events at me, I’ll turn them into stepping stones. Let the protagonists play their scripted roles — I have my own path to power.

After a late night at work, a middle-aged man is attacked in an empty parking lot and wakes in a sealed white room with no windows, no clock, and no explanation. Shaved, stripped, and isolated, he is left with only a locked metal door and a gloved hand that slides food through a narrow hatch. Time dissolves. Hunger builds. Panic replaces reason. His thoughts circle endlessly around the family waiting for him at home — especially his daughter. As desperation turns to exhaustion, the silence inside the room begins to change. There are sounds that don’t belong to him. Breathing that isn’t his. And the growing sense that isolation may not be the worst thing waiting in the white room.

Born as Alaric Thorne, the last son of a disgraced house, I was raised as a ward within the cold stone walls of Winterfell. For years, I grew up in the shadow of the Starks—Robb’s fiercest rival in the training yard, Jon Snow’s only true confidant, and the man Lord Eddard Stark trusted above all others to be the personal shield for his eldest daughter. I am eighteen, the same age as Sansa Stark. To the world, I am her silent, loyal shadow. To her, I am the only one who knows the fire hidden behind her "Little Dove" mask. But the world I knew was about to shatter. On the morning of my eighteenth birthday, the day the King’s wheelhouse was spotted on the horizon, a cold voice echoed in my mind. [The Bloodline Monarch System has Awakened.] ....... Harem: Sansa, Margaery Tyrell, and others to be decided as the plot unfolds. Note: This is an original work, not a translation. I am working hard to stay ahead of schedule, so you can expect consistent daily updates!

October 11th had always been a cursed day for Jhoset Arias Vides. In his first world, that birthday brought death, loneliness, betrayal… and, in the end, a body falling from a bridge into the Bogotá River. It should have ended there. But the universe decided to rewind. Jhosep —now written with a “p”— is born again in a world that is the same, yet not the same: a modern Earth where mana exists, where magic and aura coexist with cars, cities, phones, and skyscrapers; where great Houses rule from the shadows, and where ancient Human Kings left an invisible wound carved into history. There’s only one problem: In a world where everyone has mana, Jhosep has none. To the world, he’s a void, an anomaly, a mistake. To his family, he’s the opposite: the hidden heir of House Arias, the bearer of a hereditary power called the Eyes of War, and the child whose mana was sealed at birth because it was too dense, too overwhelming, too dangerous to let him live. Raised between an imposing father, two mothers of legendary lineage, a half-elf sister who carries the wind in her veins, and an uncle named Cael —the greatest talent the Earth has ever seen— Jhosep tries to live quietly: training with his enigmatic teacher Eunhwa, studying, learning, smiling from time to time. But the ashes of his previous life never disappeared. They linger, beating inside him, mixed with a power he never asked for and with artifacts that should not exist—like the ring-spear Gungnir. When deviations —creatures and things twisted by mana— begin to spill over the world, when the great Houses are questioned, and when October 11th draws near once more… Jhosep will have to decide if he’ll keep running like the boy on the bridge, or if, this time, his ashes will shine again. ---

Chaos reveals the false The chaotic is the false The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history? Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”? The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead? Who out there dares sing the epic of love? Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd? We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk? The starving see crumbs and call them true love The rich look at poverty and call it truth Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched? I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves Could it be—they are simply lazy? Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus? I arrive—my wings melt away I look—the sky scorches my eyes I speak—the wind steals my words I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me O one who touched the horizon, show me The song that rises from this age I dance among thousands of dancers The first time I danced, I was shy Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed But how dare my life fall too often? For my clothes were never made to last Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass The dreamer climbs high into the clouds The fool tumbles into the fish pond The slave sees golden light upon the throne The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand The indifferent sees only calloused palms Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief “That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption. He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead: ‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world Lust loses the feeling of love Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’” Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed Bullet wounds born of rage Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven Rage incinerates the original heart Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall Envy topples the king. The novel was written and conceptualized by me, but it has been translated into English using AI. This is rather embarrassing for me; however, I hope readers will kindly continue reading. After all, aside from the translation, the AI has not contributed anything else to the story or the work itself.