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Wouldn’t it be a dream to wake up in a world of your own creation? For Han jin, it’s nothing short of a nightmare.

Rain stopped counting after the first thousand years. What's the point? Time doesn't move forward when you're immortal. It just piles up. He tried everything. Thrown himself into volcanoes. Stood at ground zero of asteroid impacts. Let plagues ravage his body. Let bombs tear him apart. Nothing worked. Then the nightmare came. While the world’s governments panicked, he smiled alone, eager to face the unknown. There, he learned a brutal and simple truth: a strong frog in a small pond is still just a frog. *** *** *** Authors Note: Try the free chapter first. I’m super confident you will like it. In fact, you would regret not giving it a chance.

Dreams do come true, but not in the way anyone would hope. In the mysterious world of Somnara, dreams were creatures formed from the imagination of humans from galaxies across the universe. These humans from different worlds are summoned to Somnara by The Order as 'Dreamers' to fight in "The Great War of Catastrophe", defending the universe from dreams that are attracted to the spiritual essence of the world-roots. One such person summoned to Somnara was Rayen Omiozen, a Suicidal Maniac who jumped infront of a speeding train, but instead of achieving salvation he woke up in this world. The Order acknowledged only him as "Error", but why? That was his question, and so his aim to find the answer with the power born from his own influence, 'Void Body'. Follow him as he finds out the mysteries behind him being "Error", as the greatest enemy of The Order, and as he uncovers the mysteries of the thousand-year-old living world.

He remembers just enough to be dangerous. Not enough to be safe. Transmigrated into the body of a clanless orphan after the Kyuubi attack, Tetsuya Ryōta has two things: a bloodline that turns his body into living steel, and fading memories of a world he's already forgetting. Steel Release eats his blood to fuel its power. His past life blurs more with every passing year, names dissolving into feelings, plot points into dread. He knows something about the Uchiha. Something about an organization in black cloaks. Something about a war. The details won't stay. So he does the only thing he can. He grinds. Trains until his nose bleeds. Eats liver for breakfast. Earns every technique the hard way, because the easy way doesn't exist for a kid with no clan, no connections, and a kekkei genkai that's slowly eating him alive. The world is moving toward something terrible. Ryōta can't remember what. But iron doesn't bend. Iron endures. Slow-burn. OC protagonist. Original kekkei genkai. Canon divergence. No system, just the grind.

Cas and his best friend Max were supposed to die in an alley. Instead, they wake in a world ruled by power–where Ascendants stand above everyone else. With no past, no family, and no place to belong, they start from the very bottom. But as they rise, their growth begins to defy the system itself. And beyond the walls, something with the rifts is changing.

He should have let her finish. Luc was chosen by a goddess to kill the Demon King. He accepted before she could explain the details. That was his first mistake. The world he arrives in doesn’t welcome him—it tries to kill him. A jungle filled with monsters. Creatures that hunt, adapt, and don’t make mistakes twice. And a System. Not a guide. Not a safety net. Not even helpful. It watches. It evaluates. It judges. And when Luc needs it most—it refuses. With no power, no advantage, and no second chances, survival becomes the only goal. Because in this world, strength isn’t given. And whatever the System is… it was never meant to help him.

Was the First Hokage truly killed… or betrayed? Kai, a modern boy from Tokyo, awakens in the body of Atori Uchiha during the bloody founding era of Konoha. Surrounded by enemies, hunted by shadows, and watched by Madara himself… survival is not guaranteed. A mysterious voice echoes in his mind. A forgotten past begins to surface. And a fate that should not exist… starts to change. No allies. No mercy. Only the Sharingan… and a history he must rewrite.

A world of magic. A "mage" born without it. And an outrageous f*cking crew. In the Valley Kingdom, where steampunk meets futurism and powerful magic means status, a Guild named the Black Wolf Knights, or rather—the Black Wolves—stand wildly apart. Their acting captain, Greed, carries neither magic nor nobility, only a title he never wanted and a forgotten past. Though he has no magic, he has another power that defies it—along with a crew as unhinged as they are loyal and who all have their own insanely broken abilities: A Ghost-mage whose eyepatch hides more than it covers. A powerhouse who hits like a Behemoth and naps for sport. A vice captain more promising than most high-ranking mages, but only wants to spend the days cooking. A horned lunatic with a superiority complex and an obsession for her acting captain. A cyborg. A wolfdog the size of a lyconbear. And others off on missions or prolonged duties—each with their own unique quirks. The Black Wolves only have a single goal: to live a life as meaningless and carefree as possible. But when a conspiracy threatens to swallow the Valley—and pins the crime on them—they become fugitives in the very Kingdom they called home. As they fight to clear their names and face an enemy that seeks to destroy everything—the Black Wolves, ironically, become the Valley’s last line of defense. And everyone's last hope. Expect: - Black Clover meets Final Fantasy meets JJK meets Vox Machina - NOT isekai, transmigration, evolution, system, or cultivation. Go look for that elsewhere - OP MC from the start with no magic [NOT ANTI-MAGIC], progressively gets even more OP - Harem relationships in the beginning, moderate fanservice and some sex scenes (hate me), and strong romance subplot towards the end with only one girl - Classic slow-paced story with character development, backstories, perspectives from multiple characters, stats and ability descriptions, intricate plot, worldbuilding, and of course tons of fighting - A long, ongoing story Author's note: This book is only available on Royal Road, Webnovel, Scribble Hub, Inkitt, Wattpad, and featured on Chereads as well for the time being. If you're reading it anywhere else, it is entirely without my permission.

Vijay dev , a cheerful and lively high school boy, never expected his world to change the day a mysterious new girl, Riya, transferred to his class. Drawn to her quiet charm, he finds himself altering his personality—subtly, and sometimes hilariously—to impress her. Surrounded by his entertaining and loyal group of friends, life feels perfect: laughter, school adventures, and heartfelt moments fill their days. New classmates appear, adding color, drama, and unexpected friendships. But as their bonds deepen, an unforeseen event shakes their lives to the core, testing friendships, trust, and love. Secrets unravel, hearts are challenged, and the carefree days of high school suddenly feel fragile. In Scarlet Smile, every smile hides a story, every laugh carries a memory, and every choice has the power to change everything.

The main character gains a "Character Roleplay System" — the more accurately he imitates the character, the stronger his abilities become. Uchiha Itachi: “He doesn’t have any chakra flowing through him, so how is my best bro using all these unknown jutsu?” Minato Namikaze: “This guy’s teleportation is even faster than my Flying Thunder God!” Kisame: “What the—? I know every single hand sign there is, so why have I never seen his gestures before? This is so frustrating!”

The Peerless Tang Sect is an era without hope, an age controlled by an invisible hand. It appears vibrant, full of life, and ablaze with brilliance, yet beneath that prosperous facade lies corruption without hope or possibility. Birth, decay, and death form the inescapable cycle of all things. And yet, even in the harshest environments, the most tenacious lives can still bloom into defiant flowers. Even amid corruption, vivid colors can still emerge. Forced by disaster to become an evil soul master, Chen Ming refuses to surrender to fate. Even if he is treated like a stray dog in the street, he will never stop barking at the heavens themselves. All things decay, but all beings are immortal.

Lin Mo transmigrates into the Pokémon world, only to be caught in the crossfire of a war between the gods of time and space. The collision of divine power tears his fate apart—and he is reborn again, crashing into the Douluo Continent like a blazing meteor, beginning his third life. At six years old, Lin Mo awakens Innate Level 6 Spirit Power and twin martial spirits. The first is a mysterious Little Dragon Egg—a martial soul that cannot hatch until he reaches Level 10 Spirit Power. Once it hatches, it grows alongside him, unlocking new spirit abilities as his cultivation rises, and evolving again and again into a terrifying powerhouse. The second is a future answer from ten thousand years later: a golden body martial soul formed from heart and blood—a path of body refinement that forges him into something that cannot be broken. Charmander Evolution, Burning the Heavens and Destroying the World [Charmander (Lv10)] → [Charmeleon (Lv30)] → [Charizard (Lv50)] → [Super Charizard X (Lv70)] … A dragon of flame that brings “small shocks” to the Douluo world—shocks that quickly become fear. Heart Forging Body, Indestructible Flesh Starting from the heart, Lin Mo tempers his organs one by one—five viscera, torso, bone, blood, and the whole body—until he reaches the final stage: an indestructible body. In this life, Lin Mo will no longer lie low. With the fire of a dragon that breathes destruction, he will burn through every obstacle. With a body that refuses to fall, he will carve his way upward—step by step—onto the road to godhood.

Voldemort is dead. In his final moments, a bright, cheerful voice echoes in his mind. Would you like to start over? Tom Riddle answers yes without hesitation. Of course he wants another chance. Whatever the price is, he will pay it, as long as he gets to do it all again. When he opens his eyes, the former Dark Lord finds himself in an orphanage in 1991. Only this time, everything is wrong. He is no longer Tom Riddle. He is a girl named Tamara Riddle. And to make it worse, she is bound to a ridiculous Virtue System. [Welcome, your account has been bound to the Virtue System!] To become stronger, she must accumulate virtue points. Tom: I am Voldemort. I can kill whoever I want. [WARNING! Strong murderous intent and malicious attack detected!] [Penalty activated: Level 1 electric shock.] With her eyes still stinging from the shock, Tom forces a gentle, harmless smile, while quietly calculating how to eliminate everyone in the room. But as the days pass, she does not kill a single person. Instead, the people around her start to like her. Then trust her. Then protect her. And when the truth finally threatens to surface, nobody believes it for a second. Harry snaps, furious: “What nonsense are you spouting? Tamara cannot possibly be connected to the Dark Lord!” Tamara only sighs, soft and tired. “Sorry, Harry. He is already the Dark Lord.”

Rain a 16-year-old criminal, currently has a warrant for his arrest after being framed. When he looks online for an answer to prove it wasn't him who ( M******* G****** ) A notification appears under the pretext. "Are you ready?" Before he can do anything another notification a dazzling green glitching light appears. Rain wakes up "Where am I?" to realize he is in the body of a criminal who also claims to have been framed. { System notification } ? {You are dead protect yourself and find the culprit who framed you } ......

I thought death was the end. Then I woke in a world where fate could be bought with blood. Here, interdimensional gates connect humanity to Grimmyth—a realm of cosmic horrors, ancient vestiges, and impossible power. Those chosen by it become Grimlocks, the Warlocks of Grimmyth, receiving the power to reshape their destiny. Grimlocks hunt Grimmons and earn a living with the power they received. Guilds raid Grimlores and rule like empires with the riches they loot. Government explores, regulates, and stands guard against Grimmyth—the unknown frontier where horrors beyond imagination await. Crayon V. Wyatt was a poor soul who was never meant to stand among them. Betrayed, indebted, and disgraced, he was beaten and left to die — until I inherited the name and everything that came with it. Grimmyth chose me. Now I wield the power of Grimmyth as its chosen Warlock. In a world both deadly and breathtaking beautiful, I don’t want to just survive. I intend to uncover its mysteries, challenge its frontiers, and experience everything it dares to offer. ... A Grim Deck building saga by IGotStones

PROJECT: APEX Humanity was an experiment. Oops. The world didn’t end. It upgraded. One day, reality glitches. Systems activate. Powers awaken. And somewhere out there, something starts watching humanity like it just opened a new save file. Welcome to Project: Apex — a mysterious initiative where survival isn’t a right… it’s a ranking. Our protagonist? Not chosen. Not special. Just extremely unwilling to die. As monsters rise, factions clash, and hidden architects pull cosmic strings, the truth becomes clear: This isn’t chaos. It’s a test. And somebody out there wants to see who reaches the top. Power scales get shattered. Alliances break faster than promises. And every level gained just makes you a bigger target. Because in this world… You’re either climbing to Apex — Or you’re XP. Trait-stealing. Sword-slinging. Enemies-to-co-bloodbath. you can find me on Instagram; @r0h1th_

A man once called Socrates from Ancient Greece dies in Ancient Greece and awakens as a child in another, a harsh cultivation land where sects rule, beasts devour the weak, and power is treated as the only truth. Born in a small mountain village at the edge of danger, he grows up surrounded by hunters, clan pressure, and the constant shadow of death. While others accept strength as law, he cannot stop asking the questions no one else dares to ask: What is power? Why do men obey it? If a path is built on borrowed pills, bloodlines, and blind faith, can it truly be called one’s own? What begins as the strange curiosity of a quiet village boy slowly becomes something far more dangerous. As Socrates steps beyond his home and into the vast cultivation world, he encounters spirit beasts, ruthless disciples, ancient ruins, hidden inheritances, and a hierarchy stretching from mortal valleys to realms beyond heaven. Unlike other cultivators, he does not conquer through force alone. He observes, doubts, dissects, and exposes the contradictions in techniques, doctrines, and even the laws of the world itself. Some enemies crumble beneath his words. Others hunt him across mountains and secret realms. And some—ancient beasts, unshakable believers, and peerless geniuses—cannot be broken by reason at all. Driven by the search for ultimate power, yet unwilling to surrender his mind to the world’s brutal logic, Socrates walks a path of inquiry through blood, wonder, and endless pursuit. His journey carries him from village trails and beast-haunted forests to sect wars, forbidden zones, and higher realms where truth itself begins to fracture. Along the way, he is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: that questioning the world may not be enough to understand it. In a story of adventure, survival, philosophy, and cultivation, Socrates must rise from hunted child to world-shaking existence—only to discover that at the peak of all paths, the final answer may lie beyond words.

RELEASE RATE: Currently on Hiatus to focus on other novel, but I will continue this sooner IF people are interested. Leave a comment if you enjoyed the existing chapters. After aging out of the foster system and barely surviving for months on the streets, Rain is just about convinced that life can't get any worse. That is, until he's Marked and thrown into the harrowing and otherworldly Trial, a death sentence for the unprepared. Against all odds, Rain survives and is deemed worthy by the Trial. Granted superhuman abilities as a new Champion, he soon finds a better life within his reach. However, Rain's abilities and newfound status don't come without a price, and his bear an especially steep cost...

Li Daoxuan received a strange scenic box. Inside the box, there was an ancient village, and a group of plastic figures, holding swords and knives, hacking and slashing through the village. He bent his finger and flicked it towards a most conspicuous figure... Late in the Ming Dynasty, in Shaanxi, there was a great drought in the land. A gang of mountain bandits was looting, burning, killing, and plundering in the village. A poor maiden was about to be killed under a mountain bandit's blade. Suddenly, a giant hand stretched out from the clouds, bent a finger, flicked it, and the mountain bandit was flung several dozen yards away.

The mountain-like behemoth collapsed to the ground. A green hatchling, no larger than the monster’s head, stood atop its skull. Dark emerald claws were buried deep in the beast’s flesh. The young dragon held its head high, its entire body radiating the aura of a king… “Hum-da~ hum-da~” The imagined majestic scene was instantly shattered by a sudden childish cry. Standing on the giant’s head, Kaos lowered his draconic head and cast a helpless glance toward the ground. There, squatting with her two thick hind legs stretched straight out and her chubby, cone-shaped tail drooping behind her, was a white hatchling. The white hatchling was covered in wounds. Almost none of her scales remained intact—fresh marks left by the recent battle. Around her lay many other hatchlings of different colors. Like her, they were all battered and battle-worn. “You little white chubby—couldn’t you at least let me finish looking cool?” White Chubby tilted her head slightly. She didn’t quite understand what Kaos meant by “finish looking cool.” Her round little dragon head drooped down. She placed her plump claws on her round belly and rubbed it. She was hungry. She wanted to hurry up and eat some meat. “Hum-da, hum-da~” The white hatchling lifted her head and called out to Kaos again. This time, her cries carried a faint note of grievance.