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Douluo 3: Seraph's Light returns to Douluo

[This Novel can be seen as a sequel to my other Novel Douluo: Peerless Black Tortoise Moon God. Please do check it out if you like that one.] The era known as the Legend of the Dragon King was an age of magnificent contradiction—the zenith of Soul Master prowess and the nadir of mortal peace. Here, the magnificent Battle Armor elevated cultivators to god-like status. Yet, the grand, chilling calculations of a distant God King cost the lives of countless innocents, weaving a tapestry of glory and despair. When the obituary of the brave—a hero fallen into the abyss—was transmitted back to the continent, all hope seemed extinguished. Yet, within the crumbling walls of a once-proud Body Sect, destiny made its move. A silent spark of blue-star energy, a traveler from another realm, awakened. He was the inheritor of gifts left by predecessors who traversed parallel universes, and the final, precious favor of a retiring Lord of the Plane. Now, two souls, two destinies, coexist within a single vessel. The Body spirit is fused with the essence of a divine being—the Holy Body itself becoming the foundation of a magnificent Martial Soul. His very energy is sublimated into a Shining Angel, an entity capable of tapping the infinite, awe-inspiring potential of the human form. He possesses Martial Spirits of the same celestial origin, their Spirit Rings shared, their power multiplied. An inner sage guides an outer king, a connection closer than twins, yet distinct. Bound by a singular purpose, they are destined not just to restore, but to reforge the once-in-a-millennium luster of the Douluo Star, and usher in an era where the true light of the Seraph reigns supreme. (This is a genius-style refreshing story, and it will not deliberately target Tang Wulin. If you don’t like it, please don’t read it)
AVRKingsTL · 213.9k Views

That Time I Got Reincarnated As An Abyssal Phoenix (Remake)

First came a god, one who fell into darkness, driven mad by a storm of joy and sorrow not their own. A god driven by desperation for their own salvation and hatred toward the very creations they help give form, one who was cut down by the brightest of lights, a light whose heart was filled with grief. Next came six wings of crimson red, six wings that were once pure and whole but were now stained with blood and sin; six wings that spread the taint that seeped from the broken shards of madness long since left behind. Even now, after hundreds of years, those who follow the malformed gospel of those bloodied wings continue to spread the writhing taint, twisting life to meet their unholy ends. And now a third has come, one who is not of this world but who holds the key to undo the locks and reforge the pieces. In the end, whether they will fall like those before them, crushed by the weight of all that is, or rise and break the shackles that bind them, only time will tell... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I do not claim to own "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" or any of the corresponding characters in that anime; everything belongs to their respective owners. Additionally, images and artwork I may occasionally use do not belong to me; I only use them as references. If their rightful owners ask me to remove them, I will. Finally, this fanfiction will only be uploaded here, on Webnovel, four the foreseeable future. If this changes, I will update this section with the relevant information.
Dark_light · 9.6k Views

The Worthless Heir

In a private institute reserved for the European elite, power is not measured solely in money or influence, but in perception. Adrián Valmont has it all: an influential family, unlimited resources, and a cold intelligence that has always allowed him to stay one step ahead of everyone else. For years, his role was clear. The heir. The center. The inevitable obstacle for anyone who tried to stand out. Until something changes. A minor incident—a confrontation he should not have lost—shatters the logic through which Adrián understood the world. For the first time, he sees himself not as the protagonist of his own story, but as a piece on a much larger board. And he decides to do the unthinkable: stop playing according to expectations. As an anonymous student begins to draw attention from the shadows, Adrián chooses silence, observation, and strategic withdrawal. Not out of weakness, but out of control. Every gesture he withholds, every conflict he avoids, alters the balance of the institute more than any display of power ever could. Astrid Roche—admired and distant—begins to notice that the Adrián she once knew no longer exists. Oliver, the invisible student, feels an inexplicable pressure even when Adrián does nothing. And the entire environment starts to revolve around decisions that are never spoken aloud. This is a story about privilege and perception. About the weight of imposed roles. And about how dangerous someone can be when they understand the game… and choose not to make a move. Because sometimes, doing nothing is the most devastating move of all.
DaoistsGms3s · 128 Views

A femboy descent into a world of slaughter

In a world where dungeon breaks tear reality apart and hunters rise or fall by rank and blood, Lunaria Vale should have been invisible. Reincarnated into a fragile body with moonlight-colored, waist-length hair and a beauty so delicate it invites ridicule, Lunaria never awakened like other hunters. At eighteen, he survives on the lowest rung of society as a dungeon cleaner—scrubbing blood and corpses from places others fear to remember. He is underestimated, dismissed, and constantly placed one step from death. Until death answers back. When a group of F-rank monsters corner him inside a ruined dungeon, Lunaria survives by instinct alone—killing them with nothing but a knife and refined movement that feels more like dance than combat. Half-dead, drowning in blood and pain, he awakens not as a chosen hero—but as something far more dangerous. A System appears. Commanding. Nagging. Instructive. And unsettlingly caring. From that moment on, Lunaria walks a path no hunter understands. He never “awakens” like others—he evolves. His fighting style becomes elegant, fluid, overwhelmingly feminine, each movement precise enough to kill without waste. When he removes the ribbon that binds his hair, his lethality sharpens, beauty turning into inevitability. As dungeon breaks escalate and Hunters College becomes a crucible for survival, Lunaria draws attention he never sought. Men—hunters, instructors, even demons—find themselves shaken by his presence, drawn toward him with emotions they cannot explain. Some adore him. Some obsess over him. Some challenge him. All of them underestimate him. Behind his soft voice and graceful manner lies a blade that does not hesitate. Monsters who mistake him for weakness die beautifully. Demons who infiltrate human strongholds fall to his sword. And every kill feeds a system that watches, guides, and demands more. In a world ruled by brute force and arrogance, Lunaria Vale proves a terrifying truth: Elegance can be deadlier than cruelty. Beauty can end worlds. And the most dangerous hunter is the one no one believes in—until it’s too late.
Aira_Voss195 · 32.9k Views