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"Is this death?" Food. Water. A blanket. A roof. For a crippled, homeless boy like Dante, that was all he ever wanted. But until his last breath, he couldn't live the happy life he dreamed of. When he finally accepted death, he opened his eyes only to find himself in a supernatural world. A world where logic doesn't make sense and where magic isn't fairytales. And his body? It's the body of a real demonic dragon rather than his old one. Before he could understand what was happening, a spinning axe buried itself into his skull… yet he stayed conscious. Feeling that sharp, immense pain, Dante realized—he was being hunted. Hell had just begun. But whether it was his or his enemies'… no one could tell. ¢¢¢ Regarding the MC's morality: he'll keep changing. I can only promise that by the end of the story, he won't be a dark villain. Regarding r18: It's mainly for the gore and dark theme (medieval settings with no religions, I want to take my freedom in writing this). If you're here for smut, then you can leave. anything like smut will be described in a suggestive way or only mentioned quickly without description (and that's only if it's necessary, I hate smut and I won't fill the story with fanservice) Regarding romance: Slow romance (and a bit late), No Smut, Single FL, No Ntr, No Yuri, No Yaoi, No Useless FL, probably no Tsundere (Idk how to write a good tsundere fl). For characters arts (there are many), join discord: https://discord.gg/4VbkEBRmNc

The story of a woman reincarnated into the world of One Piece who consumes the Hie Hie no Mi (Ice-Ice Fruit) and wreaks havoc across the seas. This tale features numerous original storylines, custom Devil Fruits, and flexible world-building elements. The protagonist is incredibly powerful from the start. Note: Aokiji (Kuzan) does not appear in this work.

A gamer wakes up inside his favorite game DESTINY as its most hated, cursed NPC—Kel von Rosenfeld. Doomed to die in the first arc, he now carries the knowledge of the entire game. To survive, he must defy destiny itself and rise from disgrace to absolute power.

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] "Then let's dissolve our mate bond and reject each other! That way, you can make Claire your official Luna!" Addison's chest rose and fell violently, her breaths ragged with fury. "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface. ... Because they never truly tried to understand each other, their relationship was filled with misunderstandings. Zion, blinded by his petty pride and desire for revenge, refused to defend himself. He wanted Addison to pay for what he believed she owed him, but that very resentment became his own downfall. Addison, on the other hand, couldn’t wait forever for him to let go of his hatred and pain. She was ready to walk away. But when she finally disappeared from his world, Zion lost his mind. He turned his own pack upside down in a desperate bid to avenge the abuse and torture she had suffered. Yet it was too late—she was gone. And worst of all, he never had the chance to tell her the truth: the pup in the other woman's belly wasn’t his. He couldn’t openly reveal it either, because that woman held a special status they couldn’t afford to offend. Zion had sent Addison away to protect her from being killed, but his pride had cost him everything. Hurting her became his greatest regret—one that overshadowed even the death of his father, the former Alpha. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Their paths crossed once again. And then, Zion saw her. No, them. Addison had a son. No—she had sons. There was another one. Regret clawed at him. He had once taunted her, wanting to break her, but now all he wanted was to make amends—to reclaim the family he had lost. But how? The gap between them was wider than ever. She wasn’t someone he could simply walk up to anymore. Would he ever get the chance to fix what he had broken? Or would Addison choose the mate her father, the Alpha King, had picked for her? After all, she wasn’t just anyone—she was the Alpha King’s only daughter, destined to be the first female Alpha King in history.

​[ERROR: SOUL WAVELENGTH DOES NOT MATCH TIMELINE.] ​Arthur Vance didn't die a hero. He died as a statistic—ripped apart by a Leviathan Class beast ten years into the apocalypse, just another casualty in humanity’s failed defense of Earth. ​But death wasn't the end. ​Arthur wakes up in his cubicle, exactly eighteen minutes before the System descends. Eighteen minutes before the sky cracks, mana floods the atmosphere, and half the population turns into monsters. ​He has the knowledge of a veteran. He has the ruthlessness of a survivor. But he doesn't have a class. ​When he kills the first monster of the new era, the System glitches. It tries to reward him with a rusty sword, but Arthur’s soul anomaly forces a rewrite. ​[REWARD MODIFIED.] [YOU HAVE RECEIVED: THE DEVELOPER'S TOOLKIT (ACCESS LEVEL 1).] ​While others are praying for a Rare Class or grinding XP for a +1 Strength increase, Arthur sees the world for what it really is: code. ​[OBJECT: GOBLIN CORPSE] [VALUE: 5 XP] [EDIT?] -> [VALUE: 5000 XP] ​In a world governed by cruel, absolute rules, Arthur is the only one who can rewrite them. He isn't here to save the world this time. He's here to debug it. ​But the System has an immune system. And it knows he’s here. #SYSTEM #LEVELUP #REGRESSION #RUTHLESS #TECH #OVERPOWERED

Blue light exploded as Eira swung first, his sword colliding with the woman's burning spear with a force that tore the air apart. Mana crashed outward in violent waves, ripping sound from the world as fire and frost devoured each other. He twisted his wrist mid-swing, dragging the blade down her weapon and forcing her back, ice crawling across the spear before shattering under a surge of black-red flames. She laughed. "You're late," she said, spinning and driving her spear toward his chest. Eira barely deflected. The impact hurled him through the sky, his body twisting as he fought to regain control. He stopped himself with a burst of cold, boots skidding against invisible air, sword humming violently in his hands. Only then did the world reveal itself. Endless white stretched beneath them, cracked and broken by war. Bodies lay scattered across the frozen land—men and women with silver hair, armor torn, weapons buried deep into ice. Some moved. Some didn't. The ground itself bore scars of mana so deep they still glowed faintly. A pressure rolled outward from Eira as he steadied himself. Far away, people collapsed without being touched. Knees buckled. Breath failed. Even standing became impossible under the weight of his presence. The woman floated calmly across from him, fire and shadow wrapping around her form. Her spear burned red, veins of black mana pulsing like a living thing. Flames spiraled outward from her body, erasing frost, stone, and anything else that dared exist too close. Below them, a young woman stood shaking, blood running down her arm as she held up a glowing shield. She was wounded badly, yet she didn't step back. She shielded the fallen behind her with everything she had left. Eira saw her. His jaw clenched. "Still distracted," the woman said, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield. "That hasn't changed." She raised her spear and slammed it downward. Fire crashed toward him like a collapsing sun. Eira answered by lifting his sword, blue light roaring outward as the flames split apart around him. The shockwave tore across the land, ice forming and breaking in the same breath. The sky broke. They moved again. Sword and spear collided midair, faster than sight, each strike releasing violent surges of mana that warped the world itself. Blizzards swallowed firestorms. Flames evaporated ice. Mountains formed and shattered in seconds. "You're weaker," she said, twisting her spear and driving him back through a wall of frozen air. "Did dying once finally dull you?" Eira staggered, blood spilling from his mouth as he caught himself. His sword shook, not from fear, but restraint. "I won't lose again," he said. Her eyes narrowed. "This ends now, Eira."

« MATURE CONTENT » One learns the hard way how wrong this line actually is: 'Brains over brawn.' It all started when Viktor Redwood slaughtered ten thousand soldiers, outwitted the legendary Emperor Leo and his five mythical-class heroines, and put a bullet through his head in front of those heroines—all achieved using sheer intelligence. But even with all that, he lost everything, got too lazy to even care about anything, and was cornered by absolute strength—all while his corrupted incubus race slowly awakened within him, warping his body with demonic features he could barely hide—leading him to decide to at least kill those heroines alongside himself in a boom. Only for him to regress back into his fat, powerless, and cursed body, starting again. This time, with the knowledge that his dormant bloodline will manifest again, transforming him piece by piece. The bad thing about all this? Now he's been thrown back to his worst day—the trial where his fiancée Elena—the one who put a blade to his heart just a moment ago—framed him. But even that didn't stop him from becoming the villain who made heroes bleed and heroines breed. Unlike last time, when he had thwarted her plans, this time he chose to exile himself to prepare an army of his children and wives. Viktor's got the 100x Ability Rebate System: enter powerful women, steal their abilities, multiply them by 100, and return them in bundles when they become mothers with a ratio of 100% to wives and 50% to children. And with a corrupted bloodline that changes his human self to Incubus as he use system—he will get to have a new identity as Householder Incubus. However, this time, the issue is a small twist—where, even with such an overpowered skill, he has been thrown into a wasteland with his loyal mid-thirties nanny, Helena. Will a weak baron with a cursed bloodline slowly transforming his body be able to create his own army and become the Emperor? « What to Expect: => Lots of Lemons (Babies aren't going to pop from the sky, right?) => Fatherhood Journey (A young man to a father of an army of babies, funny x100) => Transformation from Lust to Responsibilities (Responsible Lust, TADA!) => Kingdom Building + Cute, smart children running the kingdom while parents are on vacation. (Vacation to add more babies to the collection to run the kingdom) => Children Handling Kingdoms (Rest assured, babies will be smart and proficient in all subjects you all failed.) => Teaching Lessons to Heroines Who Dared to Touch the MC (Not forgiveness but punishment by giving heroines' brothers and sisters.)

She learned to shrink before she learned to dream. At thirteen, the world changed. Rules appeared where freedom once lived. Her body became watched. Her voice became measured. Her brilliance became something to dilute. From adolescence to adulthood, she navigates silence, sacrifice, betrayal, ambition, and expectation in a world that teaches women to endure before they are allowed to live. But endurance is not the end of her story. Through loss, love, loneliness, ambition, and self-reckoning, she begins the slow transformation from survival to sovereignty. The girl who once folded her dreams into something small must decide whether she will remain quiet—or rise. This is not just a story of suffering. It is a story of becoming. A powerful coming-of-age journey about identity, resilience, womanhood, and reclaiming the self in a world that tries to define it for you

Evan Cole logged in expecting escape. The world that answered did not allow logging out. There were rules. He just wasn’t told what they were. No tutorials. No second lives. No guarantee that survival meant safety. Survival demands more than strength. It demands observation, restraint, and the discipline to endure pressure without losing himself. What began as confusion became adaptation. Evan survives by observing patterns and refusing to surrender his judgment to fear or convenience. Evan is not chosen. He is not destined. He is not the strongest. He is simply trying to survive. The world around him is structured, layered, and indifferent. Power exists. So do consequences. The world does not wait for one person to grow. He thought he was escaping his life. Instead, he stepped into something far larger than he understood. In Eidolon Realms, growth is earned. Mistakes leave marks. Survival is only the beginning. Power in this world isn’t given. It’s carved out of suffering. WHAT TO EXPECT - -A survival-to-progression story with real consequences -A balance of action, mystery, training, and slice-of-life -A protagonist who grows through choices, not luck -A world that moves even when the main character sleeps -Slow-burn character relationships and development -Slow-burn romance. No harem. -No rushed arcs. When Evan trains, researches, or makes a mistake, you will see it unfold. WHAT NOT TO EXPECT- -Instant power-ups or “explosive stat gains” -Generic OP protagonist without consequences -A world that revolves around one person only -Mindless grind without emotional depth -Unrealistic power leaps that ignore cost -Cheap villain stereotypes One Chapter Daily!!

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

imagine being thrust from modern life to the life of the 80’s

Drowned, betrayed, and humiliated—Brandon’s life ended in the most pathetic way possible. But when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer Brandon. Reborn as Noah Weaverheart—in a novel he had read—the spoiled yet talentless son of a duchess, he quickly realizes a cruel truth: he’s nothing more than a stepping stone, fated to die in the first 30 chapters of this world’s story. But fate isn’t set in stone. Because he now has the Sovereign Bond System, a power that allows him to share everything from the women he bonds with—but at 10,000 times the quality. — [Ding! You have bonded with Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have shared the affinity and talent of Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have obtained the affinity: Ice (SSS rank) and the talent: Sovereign of Ice (SSS rank).] Noah’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. If this world wanted him to be a stepping stone, then he’d crush the so-called protagonist, steal his harem, and rewrite destiny itself. discord link: https://discord.gg/M8nYTYvhyg

When Haru of the Minamoto dies standing after a heroic effort during the Genpai War. He is reincarnated in the world of That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime. As a demon??? In the Underworld??? As a bottom feeder???? Watch Haru climb the ranks of the Demon Ladder and maybe someday stand toe to toe with the monstors of the Underworld and the Cardinal World --- Just so you know, this is a original fan fiction. Not a TRANSLATION. It was inspired by the fan fiction "I'm a Daemon, so what (Tensura/Multicross)" by theogbasilisk NO GENDERBENDING NO NTR This is a slow start novel, so don't expect an MC that can one shot Guy Crimson by the 3rd Chapter. Leave reviews and powerstones man, don't be stingy!!!

It all began with one challenge. Kairo, the untouchable king of campus. A cocky, magnetic heartbreaker every girl dreams of. A walking sin with a smirk that ruins and a charm that destroys. A Casanova who collects hearts like trophies… and never keeps one for long. Then there’s Sara, the quiet nerd who loved him in silence. Not just his body, not just the fantasy every other girl wanted, she longed for all of him. His heart. His soul. His love. But when a challenge pulled them together, his goal was to win the game. Hers was to win him. And somewhere in between, everything changed. What was supposed to be fun became chaos, twisting Sara’s already fragile life into a disaster she never saw coming. Yet, when everything crumbles, she clings to the only thing that keeps her alive, her secret blessing. Her heartbeat. Her reason to keep going.

The Legend Of Shou Feng Anna Brown believed in healing—she spent her life saving others, never realizing her own heart was breaking. A cancer specialist from New York, she thought her world was perfect with her husband, Alexander Knight, until one night of love turned into a lifetime of questions. A forgotten past. A mysterious book. And a name whispered through the wind—Shou Feng, the feared god of destruction, born from shadows and bound by fate. When two worlds—one of science and one of magic—collide, Anna finds herself trapped between love, betrayal, and a destiny written long before her birth. He was meant to destroy. She was meant to heal. But when hearts defy the gods, can even fate rewrite itself? •Love. Loss. Power. Destiny. •Her story begins where her heart breaks. And when the healer touched the darkness, the stars forgot to shine— for even gods can fall in love with the light they were born to break.

In a cultivation world ruled by unwritten laws, immortals and demons pursue power and longevity. Jin Yuchen is reincarnated—armed with knowledge from hundreds of stories—only to discover that he possesses no apparent talent. Worse still, this reality ignores every rule he thought he understood. Through trial and error, and a series of impulsive decisions, Jin begins to deconstruct his own path. He dares to question the very foundation of the world What is cultivation? Is it merely the art of becoming immortal… or the audacity to redefine one’s own journey, transcending every unwritten rule with a brazen smile?

In a universe where ancient gods dictate fate, Han Zhau is the ultimate glitch. Transmigrated into a brutal cultivation world as a talentless mortal with zero spiritual roots, Han Zhau should have been cannon fodder. But the Heavens made a critical error. They let him keep his tools. Floating in his mind is the ultimate cheat: Cheat Engine. Forget spending 10,000 years in bitter meditation. Forget fighting over low-tier resources. [Base Qi Rate: 1.0 -> 999.0] [Cultivation Cycle: 365 Days -> 0.1 Seconds] [Dantian Capacity: 100 -> 999,999,999] [Item ID 0x001 (Blank Book) -> 0x999 (Primordial Chaos God-Slaying Scripture)] While Peerless Geniuses boast about clearing one meridian in ten years, Han Zhau unlocks 100% of his body before breakfast. He doesn't seek enlightenment—he seeks root access to reality. Supreme Demons? Erased. Heavenly Tribulations? NOP-ed. The Dao? Just another vulnerable system. "You cultivated for a million years to reach the apex? Cute. I just edited my stats."

The universe had been split into two halves. One half contained the celestials, and the other contained the demons. The demons and celestials had always lived in a constant conflict, always attempting to eradicate the other with every chance that they got. For thousands of years, the celestials had developed new ways to oppress the demons instead of trying to co exist without conflict, for it was their nature to rid the universe of demons. Amidst the whole chaos was Dean, a young adult that lived a normal and fruitless life. From birth as a demon, he had always strived to become someone of importance, but it seemed almost impossible due to his poor ability to increase his demonic rank. During his aimless journey, he came across a wave of celestial energy that mysteriously found its way into the demonic realm. He absorbed the energy becoming half demon and half celestial. During his evolution, his view of the world changed. He was always taught to see the celestials as a foe, but ever since he became part celestial, the pure hatred that he was taught to feel towards the celestials lessened, and he couldn't decide who was worth fighting for. Will Dean stand by the demonic race, protecting them from the celestials, and ignore the fact that they had always looked down on him for being weak? Or will his anger drive him to side with the celestials and being chaos upon the demonic race?

In the crumbling Kingdom of Hyfelt, on the edge of total collapse, nobles sharpen their knives for a bloody succession war while monsters tear through the land and other races await to enslave and cleanse what's left. Then came "Vincent" a history-obsessed tabletop wargamer who somehow woke up as Baron "Victor", lord of a northern backwater town of Vindia. With nothing but his brain full of mankind's past and wargaming tactics, can this random modern guy pull a dying kingdom back from the brink and stop whatever races from turning humans into footnote in history book, or does he just become another idiot who thought he was special, only to get erased from history like everyone else?

He was once a force that could bend worlds, a god among mortals, yet he fell by the hands of those he trusted most. Betrayed, powerless, and haunted by the death of his lover, family, and comrades, he awakens with no memory of his past or the devastating strength he once wielded. Yet even in death, the whispers of vengeance stir. Ancient powers long forgotten awaken in fragments, hinting at a destiny that none—not even the betrayer—can foresee. In a world ruled by gods, demons, and mortals bound by ambition, one fallen god must reclaim his power, his memories, and the truth behind the ultimate betrayal. This is a story of love shattered, rage unleashed, and a wrath that will remake the world.