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Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.
Idiocrat · 955.1k Views

He Became A Monstrous Genius After Obtaining A Time Dilation Artifact

Kailen Darkhaven once lived a simple, happy life. But after a sudden tragedy claimed the lives of his parents two years ago, his entire world collapsed. His heart broke, his grades plummeted, and worst of all, on his sixteenth birthday—his final chance at hope—he failed to become an Awakener. By seventeen, hungry, exhausted, and alone, Kailen collapsed in an alleyway, regretting how pitiful his life had become. As he drifted toward what he believed was death’s embrace… something impossible happened. Instead of dying, he awakened—bound to a mysterious artifact of overwhelming, incomprehensible power, an object that defied every known law of the universe. For the first time since losing everything, a spark lit within him once more. With this second chance, Kailen vows to never be weak again. In a world where strength determines status, identity, and survival, he will rise beyond every boundary placed upon him. He will shatter every perception of power. He will seize control of his fate. And he will climb until he stands at the absolute pinnacle of the universe. Note: As the plot develops, the MC becomes very tactical, sometimes making use of psychological and tactical acumen to deal with opponents in certain situations. If you are into MCs who can really scheme and are several steps ahead of their enemies, then this novel for you. --- Join the Community: Care to interact with me and other readers? Help with things such as character art, fandom wiki, OSTs, and more? Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/d5yf4sgb3y Credit to Nortex for the amazing revamp on the discord server
theartisan3 · 1.1m Views

Honkai VS Genshin: I Only Provide the Arena

One misstep, and Valerius wakes up in the universe of Honkai: Star Rail. No cheats. No broken bloodlines. Just a mysterious Game Arena System with one mission: “Bring entertainment to the masses.” …What kind of nonsense is that?! But Valerius isn’t panicking. Not at all. “You all go ahead and fight your battles. I just provide the battlegrounds... and quietly profit behind the scenes.” And thus begins the era of Interdimensional PvP. Where warriors from Teyvat and the Express are dragged into game after game— Each more absurd than the last. Mafia Night: “Herta, clues are only 3 points each. Final offer—take it or leave it.” Zombie Survival Mode: “Keqing, this is called an RPG. One shot and even the Tyrant will cry for his mom.” Monopoly Gone Wrong: “Ningguang, 1 point per remote-control dice. Asta already bought three~” The result? Two worlds. Total chaos. Kaeya: “Two points for The World! Jing Yuan, what’ve you got?” Jing Yuan: “Hmph… Tail, do your thing.” Svarog: “No evil survives while I stand.” Lord of Qlipoth: “Step away from Clara.” Clara: “Berserker~~!” Sparkle: “Fight! Fiiight! MOAR CHAOS!” Silver Wolf: “Did I wake up in the wrong patch version or what...?” Multiverse war? Check. System hijinks? You bet. Profit-hungry MC playing 4D chess while everyone else fights? Absolutely. When Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail collide in a reality-bending game arena, only one rule remains: Don’t trust the MC. He’s the real final boss.
Dark_Verse · 1m Views

Becoming My Dream Pharmacist! 【夢の薬剤師になる!】

Becoming My Dream Pharmacist! - A Chance To Relive Modern Life - Book Description There are moments in life when the sky seems too far away to touch, when the distance between who you are and who you wanted to become stretches out like an endless winter night. Akio Hukitaske understood this distance all too well. At thirty-two, he had become a ghost haunting his own existence, a game designer lost in Tokyo's luminous sprawl, where neon signs painted false promises across rain-slicked streets and convenience store lights hummed their lonely lullabies until dawn. The deadlines came and went like seasons he'd stopped noticing. Hollowness had carved hollows into his heart that he'd learned to ignore, the way you ignore a distant ache that never quite fades. Somewhere along the way, between the caffeine crashes and the blue glow of countless computer screens, he had misplaced something precious: the dream of a kid who once believed he could heal the world's pain, one prescription at a time. That child wanted to become a pharmacist. That kid believed in hope. But dreams, like distant stars, grow dimmer when you stop looking up. Then came that night—the kind of night where snow falls silently over the city, blanketing everything in a strange, suspended peace. Drunk and stumbling through an alley beneath that endless winter sky, Akio encountered something impossible: a stranger with eyes too calm, too knowing. Before understanding could catch up with fear, there was the cold stab of a needle against his neck, and then, Darkness. When Akio opened his eyes again, the world had shifted on its axis. His hands were smaller. His room wore the familiar-unfamiliar face of a childhood he'd left behind. The mirror reflected a truth that shouldn't exist: the face of a fourteen-year-old kid staring back with thirty-two years of exhaustion behind his eyes. A mad scientist's experiment. An impossible regression. A second chance wrapped in the bewildering gift of youth restored. Now Akio must walk again through the halls that once witnessed his slow surrender, armed only with the weight of everything he's learned and lost. Every classroom whispers with ghosts of choices unmade. Every friendship carries the shadow of knowledge he shouldn't possess—the adult grief of an adult trapped in a body too young to hold it all. The pressure of expectations, the cruelty of adolescence, the suffocating routine of a society built on exhaustion—it's all here, waiting to break him again. But this time, something is different. Among the ordinary chaos of teenage life, Akio finds himself surrounded by people who refuse to let him disappear. Together, they become the constellation that guides him back toward something he'd forgotten existed—not the erasure of past wounds, but the courage to carry them forward. The understanding that healing isn't about becoming someone new; it's about learning to forgive the person you were. Becoming My Dream Pharmacist! is a story about the quiet weight of regret and the trembling possibility of redemption. It exists in the spaces between realism and surrealism, where modern life's crushing despair collides with the impossible second chance Akio holds onto. And sometimes, if you're given a chance to try again, that's enough to make the sky feel within reach once more. RATED: MA15+
Shyzuli_Lolz · 56.3k Views

10x God-Tier Stealing System: Pumping S-Rank SuperHeroines Daily!

« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)
Idiocrat · 529.5k Views