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My Ultimate Summoning System: I have an Infinite Evolving Slime

Dean Faust was many things. A disgraced MMA fighter. A lifelong orphan. A man who somehow managed to die slipping on his dog's pee. Imagine dying to Pee-kun. Not exactly the origin story of legends. But when he wakes up in the body of Dean Gray, the only son of a declining blacksmith family. He finds himself in a world where humanity clings to survival inside a single fortress city, surrounded by monsters that want them dead. In this world, your summon is everything. Your summon determines your rank, your worth, your future, and whether the girl in your bed tomorrow morning is a vampire noble or a werewolf pack leader. So when Dean's third and final summoning attempt produces a small rainbow slime that fucka with everything. No one knows whether to laugh or run. Then the world’s Authority came for his balls and Dean knew that whatever this slime is, the world has no classification for it. Then the system changed the game. Ding! [ Congrats, Host has unlocked the body of the sage.] [Host has unlocked the Hermit's eyes] [Host has unlocked the Tools of the Sage] This same system grants him skills, tracks his growth, and rewards him for everything from fights on and off the battlefield. Now Dean has to navigate a world with so many secrets, a family he never knew he needed, and women who should be enemies but can't seem to stay away. That, added to a slime that can copy, evolve, adapt, and permanently absorb any ability, shape or form it encounters. The world has no idea what that means yet. Neither does Dean. But they're all about to find out and in a city where power determines everything down to who shares your bed. Dean is about to re-shape the landscape of power in this new world. And the challenge is whether he would destroy this world or help it become what it was meant to be. Tags #No Yuri #Smart MC #Weak to Strong #Cool summons #Adventures
NullExistence · 98.3k Views

Reborn as the Useless Young Master:I Awaken the Primordial Body

In a world where cultivation is hidden beneath modern society, power has a limit. Or so they believe. The strongest known realm is the **Saint Realm** the peak of all existence in the mortal world. Beyond it? Myths. Legends. Lies told by ancient ruins. But Su Chen knows the truth. Because he came from beyond it. --- “I didn’t fall… I was sent back.” Once a peak cultivator who stood above countless realms, Su Chen was betrayed at the height of his power and torn apart by forces that feared what he would become. He should have died. Instead He awakens in the body of a useless young master. Weak. Disgraced. The heir of a declining hidden cultivation family. A man everyone looks down on. --- “…Pathetic.” That’s what he thought at first. Until he looked deeper. Until he saw what was hidden beneath this fragile body An existence that should not be born in this era. The Ancient Primordial Body. A physique that doesn’t follow cultivation rules. It breaks them. --- “Saint Realm?” Su Chen laughed softly. “That’s not even the beginning.” --- In a single night, he crosses realms others spend decades chasing. In silence, he crushes assassins stronger than himself. In the shadows, he begins to rewrite the limits of the world itself. But power is never without consequence. Because the moment he changes The world starts to notice. And so does she. “You’re mine now.” Lin Yanyan. A cold, dominant CEO feared in the business world. A woman who built her empire through sheer will. No cultivation. No backing from hidden families. Yet she stands above countless elites. Their marriage was supposed to be a contract. A transaction. A formality. But something changed. --- “You’re hiding something,” she said, her eyes locking onto his. “And I don’t let go of what belongs to me.” --- She doesn’t fear his power. She doesn’t question his secrets. Instead She steps closer. “Then show me,” she whispers. “Or I’ll tear it out myself.” As hidden forces emerge… As ancient realms beyond the Saint level begin to stir… As the truth of the cultivation system starts to crack… One man walks a path that doesn’t belong to this world. And one woman refuses to let him walk it alone. “I don’t care what you become,” Lin Yanyan said softly. Her hand tightened against his chest. “God… monster… or something worse.” A pause. Then a smile. “As long as you’re mine.” And Su Chen? He only looked down at her calmly. “Then don’t fall behind.”
Rimuruq · 18k Views

MY RUIN: In Love With My Step-Uncle

[CONTENT WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, graphic violence, strong language, and themes of trauma. It is intended for mature audiences (18+) only. Reader discretion is strongly advised.] ------------ “Talk dirty to me,” I whispered. He growled low in his throat. “You want filthy, little bird?” “Yes.” He thrust deeper, harder, and leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “I am going to fill your fucking cunt with so much cum that you will still be dripping until tomorrow. You will sit at breakfast with my seed soaking through your drawers and smile at Aunt Cornelia like the proper little slut you are.” I moaned. “That is disgusting.” “You asked for it.” “Again.” ------------ Clara Vance had it all. Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor. The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne. The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone. But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879. Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break. The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down. As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong. Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have. History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.
Luna_Primrose · 125.1k Views