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Reborn as the Fat Ugly Duckling, Yet I Mated the Four Beast Deities

Wish thought that if she ever got a second chance at life, she would at least wake up in a better story. A spoiled princess. A doomed villainess on the path to redemption. A heroine adored by powerful husbands. Anything would have been fine. That's how stories were supposed to work. Instead, fate—and whatever twisted cosmic editor writes destinies—casts her in the one role she should never have been reborn into: the fat, ugly, unwanted maiden chosen for sacrifice. She awakens in a body mocked by her tribe, pitied by her parents, and avoided by every man. In a world where beast forms define worth, hers is a joke—a puff-fluff fox, a useless cotton cloud that couldn't frighten a butterfly. Worse still, she is the doomed extra whose sole purpose was to die during the Mating Moon Ritual—her death the trigger that allowed the real female lead, a beautiful, weak princess, to earn the devotion of the four almighty beast deities. The Wind Deity—hot-headed, wild, and dangerously unpredictable. The Solar Deity—arrogant, playful, and impossibly radiant. The Sky Deity—silent, calm, and shrouded in mystery. The Night Deity—cold, calculating, and merciless. Except Wish doesn't die. And her survival breaks everything. The plot stutters. Events twist. Characters act wrong. The world itself seems to notice her refusal to disappear—and begins trying to correct the mistake. Now hunted by fate and trapped in a society where beauty is worshipped, mating marks define destiny, and the weak are meant to be sacrificed, Wish is given one impossible condition for survival: She must derail the story completely. The only way to do that is to draw the attention of the four beings the world revolves around—creatures meant to be untouchable, distant, and divine. One is bound to her by a ritual that should have killed her. One meets her with hostility instead of fate. One sees her existence as a threat that must be erased. One should be incapable of feeling anything at all. They were never meant to notice her. The story was never meant to let her live. So how is she supposed to survive a world that measures worth by beauty and power, when she is fat, unwanted, powerless—and armed with nothing but a useless fluffy fox? Can she break the story that wants her dead? Or will she die exactly as the plot demands?
Cy_hello · 97.9k Views

Harry Potter : A Borrowed Name (A Ron Weasley SI)

He died a 32 year old man on a Tuesday. He woke up as Ron Weasley. Not a child pretending to be Ron — a grown man, fully aware, with all the memories of a life already lived and the complete knowledge of a war that hasn't happened yet. He knows how it ends. He knows what it costs. And he has decided, quietly and with considerable patience, that it is going to cost significantly less this time.He's can't fully stop it — he's not Dumbledore — but he can make it hurt less. The plan: Destroy the Horcruxes, Keep Sirius alive. Harry gets a better life than the books gave him but most importantly make sure to bring everyone home in the end. What he didn't plan for: genuinely loving this family. A father who finds Muggle engineering genuinely miraculous. A mother who notices everything and says exactly as much as she means to. A sister who says true things directly and takes his cooking personally. Traveling with his siblings. Cooking lessons in the Hogwarts kitchens. Languages acquired overnight and a camera that catches the moments nobody else thinks to photograph. Friends who turn out to be more interesting than the story gave them credit for — Harry, who is braver and quieter and funnier than anyone gives him credit for. Hermione, who argues with him as an equal, which is her highest form of respect. Neville, who is right about things more often than he knows. Luna, who says the true thing in the voice of someone who has decided the truth doesn't need defending. Becoming someone worth being. And falling, slowly and completely, for a girl who has been watching him the whole time. Slice of life. Canon-aware. The war is coming. That's not the main story. Reincarnation SI. Slow burn romance. Found family. First fanfiction — AI assisted due to English being not my first language. Thank you for reading.
MagicInkWell · 1.4m Views

In Silence, I Hear You

Lara Dena once ruled the political stage with brilliance and calculation. Until the day she died. She had reached the top - wealth, influence, power resting quietly in her hands. People envied her. Feared her. But she never celebrated. Because she knew what it cost. There were choices she could never undo. Lines she crossed that never disappeared. The world was corrupted. And so was she. When death came, she welcomed it. She thought it would finally silence her regret. She never wished for a second chance. Yet she awakens in Althera - reborn as Irisha Spes, a ten-year-old girl who cannot hear and cannot speak. A mute child. A deaf child. At the very bottom of the Malum Empire - a nation that worships strength and breathes hierarchy. Nobles above commoners. The powerful above the weak. And a disabled child stands lower than all of them. Irisha does not see this life as mercy. She sees it as punishment. In her first moments of awareness, she thinks of ending it. Why live again when she never asked to return? But she is not alone. Her little sister was born here too - small, innocent, unaware of how cruel this world can be. And even someone who believes herself sinful cannot abandon a child to suffer alone. So she chooses to live. Not for redemption. Not for ambition. But as penance. Even if that means enduring the tyrant empire. Even if that means crossing paths with the Dragon Prince - heir to a system built on power and hierarchy. Irisha Spes does not wish to rise. She only intends to endure. But in a world where strength decides fate... how long can someone survive believing they deserve to suffer?
Slyphd_Sora · 20k Views

The Broken Halo

‘How cliché. I’ve read countless novels where the Hero is betrayed by their companions… but was I wrong to trust those who fought beside me for nearly six decades?’ ----- Betrayal. A word many live in fear of. A word some never expect… until it happens. A word that completely shatters one’s view of life. Just like any other heroic tale, Simon was the Hero of Earth, the one who defeated the Demon King and was about to end the war between races with his companions. Yet, in the end, he was betrayed by his own companions for reasons he never understood. Instead of finding death, Simon found rebirth. To his horror, he reincarnated as the very race he had devoted his entire life to exterminating… a race he despised, feared, and was disgusted by. Reborn as a demon infant within one of the most impoverished demon tribes, Simon found himself at the very bottom of a world he once sought to destroy. Fortunately, he was not entirely abandoned. His unique Seven Star Blessing, bestowed by his patron God, followed him through reincarnation. Armed with this Blessing and the Demonic Magic of his new race, Simon now harbors an ambition greater than ever before… to rise higher than he ever did as the Hero of Earth. To become a God. But the path forward is far from simple. Betrayals from those he would never expect. Endless trials and tribulations. And the lingering question of identity… Should he cling to his past as a human hero, or embrace his nature as a demon to survive? Can Simon abandon his hatred and live among demons? Will he erase his past entirely and fully embrace his demonic nature? Will his thirst for revenge drag him deeper into darkness… Or will he rise above it? In the end… Will he be devoured… or will he devour all?
Anon22 · 1.3m Views

Runaways Rest Inn

Su Yansheng had died in service to his country. He was a Duke who had led 100,000 soilders to protect the capital against the invasion of the Gorgoyeons of an army of 1 million soilders. Hearing the cheers of his people, realizing the war had been won, the spear he had been holding suddenly felt heavy in his hands, so did his limbs and his eyes. The last thing he saw was a crimson sunset, if it was from the blood dripping from his head, he wasn’t sure, but looking to the side, he saw the palace walls, and someone with strong shoulders standing on it, he could finally let go. Waking up, he found himself the owner of an inn that welcomed lost and anguished souls in a space that never ran out of food, accommodation and gossip to listen to from his customers. Was this the universe giving him a retirement package, he wondered as he laughed heartily, but why were the stories of his customers always about the trashy and horrible men in their lives? Su Yansheng just knew the universe wasn’t so generous. This is the story of a general who died for his country and king, and thinking he could finally relax for some peace and quiet, he had to raise his sleeves and become a therapist to his customers. “You were just the stand in, but after 7 years of devotion, he only gave you a house in the country side and a measly severance allowance of $10,000 as thanks and get lost?” “No problem! if you can’t bear to tear his face off, there is good food and company here, I won’t charge you anything.” “What, you stayed silently by his side, always providing your blood every two weeks to cure his illness from a cold poison but he thought you were crude and were only doing it for attention?” “No problem! we have ginseng and other things here that would make sure you never run out of blood.” “Don’t you like being a blood bag?” Yansheng asked sarcastically. Seeing the white rabbit in front of him actually smile and thank him, Yansheng almost fainted out of anger. “Dear heaven, take me back to the battlefields, I won’t complain again. Are you listening, I said take me back!!!” Yansheng roared to the sky. At this point, the door to the inn opens. A tall looming shadow blocks out the sunlight and a faint scent of cedarwood fills the space. “I’ve finally found you.” Turning to look towards the door, Yansheng sees the new visitor and immediately regrets trying to bargain with the heavens. He was happy here, he would definitely never complain again, he screamed in his mind, but outwardly, he had to put a smile on his face. “Your Majesty, what are you doing here.”
RiaStorm · 8k Views