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Honkai Impact 4rd, Fuli Regression

My name is Fuli. I am a regressor. Before my regression, I managed to tank my way through the Third Honkai Impact, only to die two and a half years later* amidst an endless stream of Great Eruption events. Then, I was reborn—sent back to the time right before the Third Honkai Impact began. This time, I was determined to be prepared, ensuring I wouldn't just hit "Game Over" again. Through a series of unfolding events, while I haven't exactly escaped to safety yet, I have managed to leverage my future knowledge to snag some pretty decent rewards. The price? A swarm of Anti-Entropy Titans, heavy combat drones, and armed soldiers are coming at us in endless waves, chasing me and my companions until we have nowhere left to run. But I'm not panicking in the slightest. The Third Honkai Impact is about to hit any second now. When that happens, their offensive will crumble instantly. So, I calmed my mind and waited patiently. However... *Eh?* Glancing at the time on my wristwatch, Fuli looked up at the sky—it was still its usual azure blue. He looked back at the Titan squad—still pursuing as usual. Then he looked at the passengers in the car: Kiana, Bronya, and Mei, each wearing a complicated expression. —Wait, hold on. Seriously, bro? Where is the Third Honkai Impact I was promised?!! ----- ALT TITLE: So, About That Promised Third Honkai Impact?!! World Merge of [Houkai Gakuen 2], [Honkai Impact 3rd], and [Honkai Star rail] setting, mosly HI3 setting. Yes this harem, kinda hate but the setting good enough for me.
R_Arven · 566.5k Views

The Wolf’s Queen Vows

BOOK ONE OF THE “RECLAIMING HER FATE” SERIES “Wealth, crown, wild, and heart. Together they rise, or together they fall.” Heiress of the First Werewolf Kingdom, Aveloria Valenor was betrayed, rejected, and slain in her first life. Reborn by the Moon Goddess, she vows to change her fate, only to discover she has not just one mate, but four: the one who once doomed her, the one whose power could save her, the one who tempts her freedom, and the one who has always loved her. Bound by prophecy, hunted by dark shadows, Aveloria must either choose to unite her Tetrabond or see the world consumed by darkness. EXCERPT He groaned against her lips, a low growl that sent shivers down her spine, and she kissed him back with equal fire, matching his rhythm and hunger. Their breaths tangle, shallow and uneven. His large hand grabbed her neck, tilting her head up as he deepened the kiss, causing her pulse to race beneath his touch and her body to ache for his. When they finally parted, Aveloria’s breath trembled. Their foreheads rested together, breathing ragged and lips swollen. Neither spoke. Words would have ruined it, that wild, reckless pull that said they were already too far gone. She looked at him, the one who had saved her, the one who shouldn’t have been hers, and for a moment, everything made sense. But the guilt came next to the reality. She stepped back, her heart racing. “I have to tell you something.” His expression shifted. “What is it?” “There are others.” “Others?” “Mates,” she said quietly. “Three.” He froze. “You’re serious?” She nodded. “I didn’t choose them. It just happened.” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I thought those were just rumors. No one believed it.” “I wish they were.” His jaw tightened, but he laughed softly, shaking his head. “Of course. The Moon gives me a mate; she already has three others. That sounds about right for my luck.” Aveloria swallowed, guilt pressing at her chest. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He looked at her again, calmer this time. “Neither did I.”
Ink_Enchantress · 15.5k Views

The Dark Lord's Second Chance

[⚠️ Warning: English not my prior language, so if any grammatical and any kind of mistakes are expected. please let me know to correct it if you find any.] They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then... [Discord: https://discord.gg/MYvk4cMUsx]
SomeElfGuy · 29.4k Views

Remarriage Failed Again Today

[A Story of Male Lead Abuse · A Rebirth Novel] What is love? Young and ignorant, Annabelle Linton spent her entire life to understand that it was an obsession. Once fallen, it's impossible to break free. It can give you life, and it can also bring you death. After her rebirth, she wore a smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with ice. A friend once asked her why she loved him so much. She fell silent, then casually changed the subject without answering, but a dazed look flickered in her eyes. Perhaps it was because the years went by too fast, the world was too harsh, and the road was too difficult to walk alone, and she just wanted a home... **** There were only two kinds of people Mr. Grant hated most in this life: those he hated, and Annabelle Linton. But there was never a reason for hating Annabelle Linton, and he never looked for one. But later, he thought about it. Was it perhaps his confidence that she would never leave, no matter what? But reality later told him that he was wrong. In this world, is there really anyone who would never leave? [This novel's main focus is on the male lead's suffering. The male lead appears to be a jerk, so patience is required. He unknowingly hurt the female lead for many years. After her rebirth, the female lead stays away from him, and the male lead is completely tormented. In the later parts of the story, the male lead will have all the reactions you'd expect to see, such as suicide attempts... But the ending is a happy one. This book isn't exactly a doting romance or a gratifying romp, but it's certainly not a tragic tearjerker. If you enjoy stories that focus on the male lead's suffering, then I think you'll like this one. If you prefer sweet and fluffy stories, please check out my other book, "My Love for You, an Incurable Disease".]
Mu Jinyan · 66k Views