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Supreme Awakening: I Awakened The Dimensional Hunter Class

A century ago, the Gehenna Dimension tore open reality, flooding Earth with Dimensional Gates. Monsters surged forth in endless tides, reducing cities to ruins and driving humanity to the edge of annihilation. Salvation came not from technology, but from the first Dimensional Walkers, ordinary people who Awakened mysterious abilities called Classes, granting them the power to enter Gates, hunt the monsters, and claim their essence. Fast forward a hundred years. Society has rebuilt around the Walkers. Massive walled megacities thrive under the protection of Walkers, while the Awakened are idolized, and feared. At eighteen, every citizen undergoes the Awakening Ceremony, hoping for a combat Class that will elevate them from porter to powerhouse. However, Creed wasn't so fortunate, he awakened what he considered a "Useless" Class: the Hunter Class. He accepted it, resigned to a life of hauling corpses for real Walkers. Little did he know that fate had other plans for him. Because his "Useless Class" turned out to be a gateway to the Origin Realm, a private, primordial hunting dimension teeming with the very beasts that terrorize humanity. ​While the world’s elite struggle to harvest diluted Essence Crystals from dangerous Dimensional Gates, Creed hunts in his sleep. Every beast he slays drops a Pristine Orb, pure, concentrated power that he can eat to gain ten times the strength of any Walker. With access to a personal dimension where he can hunt beasts and absorb their strength and skills, Creed is determined to rise from humble beginnings to greatness. In this age dominated by Dimensional Walkers, Creed is set on carving out his own path with one clear goal in mind: to become the strongest being there ever was.
CrowniX · 616 Views

Be The Anchor To My Striker

After a simple extraction mission, Kenneth makes a dire mistake that wipes out his entire team. Left alone and bleeding out, Kenneth has no choice but to pray to a higher being in hopes of getting a second chance at life. Luckily for him, his prayers are answered as he finds himself in the body of a man who has the same name as him! Now, faced with a strange world he is unfamiliar with, all he can do is follow the previous owners' wishes to enter the infamous military academy Toleran and become a renowned Anchor. The problem is finding a Striker to pair with. In comes Lucien Saint-James, the captain of the third division and a high-class Striker with whom he has the highest compatibility. The problem is, whenever Lucien is around, he gets this uncontrollable urge to bring him to his knees, not to mention that he doesn’t care for his arrogant attitude either. Now, Kenneth faces a dilemma. If he ever hopes to make it out of this academy alive and realize the dreams of the original Kenneth, he will have to suck up his pride and learn to hide his urges if he wants to make it out in one piece. Oh, and did he mention he had to deal with monsters and mystical beasts too?! ****************************************** Excerpt: “Kiss me.” Kenneth blinked. “What—“ “You heard me. Do it. Now.” Anger flashed in his eyes yet his body moved before his brain could tell him to stop. He reached for the Striker and their lips met. Kenneth poured his energy into Lucien, filling the barren pit inside his mind, giving him enough juice to keep going. The two pulled away, and Lucien’s steely eyes met his, holding him in place. “You always look like you hate anchoring me, but then you get that blissful look on your face that screams ‘I want more’. It’s cute.” Kenneth felt an unbearable urge to slap the smug smile off his face. But since now wasn’t the time to commit acts of violence against his pair. He held himself back. He would deal with him properly later. “Eat shit, captain.” Was all he said before sending him off. ****** A guideverse story with a little twist, hot and cold romance with a whole lot of slow burn (emphasis on burn because the MC refuses to admit his feelings, the stubborn fool).
NSCHAN · 323.4k Views

Morgan Le Fay

Nicole Johnson. History teacher. Sharp. Disciplined. Unforgiving. She taught empires how they fell. She taught children how not to repeat them. She believed knowledge was power. She believed effort could change society. She was wrong. — A classroom. A lockdown. A knife. Her throat slit in front of the students she tried to save. Blood on her hands. Screams in her ears. A girl she pushed to “do better” smiling as she bled out. "This school will burn with me." And then— Silence. — February 20th, 1515. She opened her eyes again. Not as Nicole Johnson. But as Morgan Le Fay de’ Queen. Eldest daughter of the Grand Duchy of Queens. Pawn in a political marriage. A kingdom built on stone, fragile trade routes, and rotting alliances. Yorkania. An 16th-century North American throne wrapped in Arthurian bloodlines and colonial ambition. No magic. No divine system. No second chances. Only knowledge. Only politics. Only survival. — They want her married to a piggy king. They want her silent. They want her useful. But she has studied fallen dynasties. She knows what destroys empires. And this one is already cracking. — In her first life, she died powerless. In this one? She will build. She will manipulate. She will outlive them all. Even if the crown must drown in blood. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.H universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.
BOOKBRINGER · 216.5k Views

Is Cultivating Like This Reasonable?

[Reasonable Cultivation System]: As long as the host’s cultivation actions are deemed reasonable by the host’s master, the System can distort causality and alter reality, thereby legitimizing those actions. “Alchemy? Isn’t it just grabbing a handful of random weeds and refining them?” “Formations? Isn’t it just throwing a few stones around at random?” “Artifact Refining? Just hammer it a couple of times. Doesn’t that turn it into a divine artifact?” “...” “No way, right? No way. You’re telling me there are actually people who think the way I cultivate is unreasonable?” “Master, is my cultivation progress reasonable?” Ye Ling, who had just torn apart a Lightning Tribulation and forcefully stepped into the Great Ascension Stage, looked at his white-haired, red-eyed master at the Nascent Soul Stage—who appeared pitiful, weak, and utterly helpless—and asked the question. This is a translation of 这样修仙合理吗?. It’s not a fanfiction, but I’m looking for a platform to host the translation, and Webnovel seems like a good option. I don’t expect this novel to rank highly, but please don’t vote for it, as I don’t want it to be mistaken for a fanfiction and potentially frustrate readers who are specifically looking for fanfics. For more chapters, feel free to follow me on p-@-treon. [email protected]/LordFatty (40 Chapters Ahead). You can also follow as a free member to read a few advanced chapters.
Lord_FattyMaster · 148.8k Views