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I Wanted a 2D Harem Isekai, Got a Rule-Horror Game

Crossing into the 2D world, with both parents dead, money in my pocket, and a place to live. Even if the universe’s ‘no-imouto clause’ is in effect, this still looks like the classic daily-life harem-protagonist trajectory in a 2D world, right? Surely next comes the otaku-bait development, a wonderful story of being surrounded by girls, yes? [Welcome to the “Sacrifice Game.” We wish you the chance to witness the end within true fear.] Wait a sec— This script isn’t right, is it? Corpses whispering, shadowed pits creeping, paper effigies asking for directions, a cursed village’s night patrol, an eye peering from under the bed… Grotesque rules weave a blood-stained net; there is no escape. Only by facing the endless nightmare head-on can one fight for a sliver of life. So, since I’m being entangled by all these horrors, can I get a system? Preferably the kind that becomes overpowered just by checking in! While I was thinking that, I realized I’d gotten the ability to roll back after death. It sure is a cheat—but doesn’t that mean I have to keep betting my life on trial and error? I refuse! I don’t want to be a Subaru-style, die-and-retry protagonist! Someone save me, please! Then I turned around and saw the girls trapped with me: Shinomiya Kaguya, Fujiwara Chika, Gotō Hitori, Yotsuya Miko, and others. Damn it, then bring it on! How could I let beautiful girls be sacrificed in a place like this? I’ll create a happy world—no Urobuchi-style tragedy and no grimdark despair! .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.
Gods_And_Chakra · 240.9k Views

THE NUN’S HAREM

Once a venerated nun who lived ninety-five disciplined years devoted to faith, sacrifice, and silence, she dies peacefully—only to awaken in a brutal fantasy world where strength alone determines survival. Reborn as Scarlett, an orphaned girl in a land ruled by cultivation, mana, and ruthless power struggles, she finds herself once again drawn into an abbey. But this abbey is nothing like the one she once knew. Here, prayer does not grant salvation—power does. Every disciple struggles to grow stronger, because the weak are crushed without mercy. Armed with the wisdom of an old soul and the precision of a former surgeon, Scarlett adapts. She refines her body as if it were an operation, studies alchemy with a healer’s eye, hunts beasts without hesitation, and navigates conspiracies with the calm patience of someone who has already lived a full lifetime. Step by step, she rises—from overlooked orphan to a name feared across continents. Yet power is not her greatest challenge. Her love life is. A powerful senior watches her too closely.
“Scarlett, don’t worry. Anytime you need something, just come to me.” She narrows her eyes.
“Why should I? You’re not my mentor.” A refined mentor smiles far too gently.
“If you ever need anything, my dear disciple, you may always rely on me.” She pauses.
“Why do I feel like there’s a catch?” Then there are the others—dangerous, devoted, utterly shameless.
“I’ll call you Mother if you want.” She sighs, patting his head.
“Even if I’m old enough to be your mother… you still can’t trick me like that.” In a world where strength commands respect and affection becomes a battlefield of its own, Scarlett must carve her own path—balancing faith and ferocity, wisdom and youth, survival and desire.
GladysLu · 876 Views

Bloodmancer in the Jurassic Era: I use my Dinos to seduce Human mates

[Warning! R18+ Mature Content] After embarassingly dying by 'coming' on a museum worker, and then angering a Forgotten God by 'coming' on him as well, Jimmy transmigrated along with his date of the day, to another world where his problematic 'cannon' shots started making more sense. His destiny was fulfilled as he transmigrated into a Bloodmancer's body, where every shot literally was like that of a cannon's! Finding himself in a land riddled with dinosaurs, with species of dinosaurs jamming together from different Eras as if the Paleontological studies from back on Earth were a joke, survival was not only difficult, but it was unique! As a Bloodmancer, he learned that he could tame dinosaurs and keep them as pets, by essentially smushing their brains around like play dough! A useful skill, on account to the fact how infinitely useful dinosaurs were, since every living species bore Primal Magic, a category of magic with branches that were impossible to predict. Surrounded by temptation, by ladies who did not even comprehend the concept of a harem, he started collecting primal beauties as if it was a day-job! Somehow, his tamed dinosaurs helped him attract women, in a way that it was nearly impossible to figure out! He just knew that women wanted him, even the older ones, and he made great use of this curse/blessing from the angered God! He almost felt like every time he made love with his girlfriends, the Forgotten God got angrier. However, life was never that simple. With abandoned alien technology sprinkled across the world, and large-scale Tribe Wars brewing, Jimmy had little time to figure out how to best use such technologies in a world where the greatest invention that humanity made was not the wheel, but the bow and arrow! Collecting beauties might be fun, but what would the point be if his tribe got wiped out from the face of the Grasslands, his new home? The clock was ticking, so to speak, and he had to act fast! "Them thighs might be thick, but the plot is thicker, and with jacked up dinosaur clones sent to war, the future was absolutely impossible to predict!" ... ~ Be sure to check out my other novels in my author profile. I don’t drop my work, and will end each novel at around 1,500 chapters. ~ ~ [#No NTR] [#shared transmigration] [#power progression] [#big harem] [#steamy] [#deep intimacy] [triple-lovemaking] [#evolution] [#dino army] [#tamer] [#magic] [#necromancy] [#bloodmancy] [#healer] [#superstrength] [#superspeed] [#lost civilization] [#ancient civilization] [#no system] [#primal magic] [#giants] [#multiple human species] [#fictional human species] [#hidden technology] [#clones] [#Sci-Fi] ~
DrillaC137 · 204.1k Views

Mothlight Kindle

I'm just posting on this site because I found it hilarious to see my story here of all places. Quick: [Aspen wakes in a stranger’s skin, in a world where names carry scent and identity is tested through brutal dream-trials. Her new body had prophesied her arrival. Her starter village is filled with cultist moth-people in the hollow of a dying god-tree. An Omen is coming to destroy them in six days. She might be the only one who can stop it.] ---------------------------- Aspen had begun to believe in happy days again; lazy cicada summers with her brother Jamie, counting the days till the sleepover with Ivan—her brand new (rare) friend. Finding a little bit of love with him. She also loved a microwaved mix of coffee and tangerines, much to everyone else's dismay. Saturday was just coming to an end, she was practically vibrating at the chance to sleep in again... Then the cicadas stopped singing. On that same Saturday, in another world, Lyra died. Murdered by 'the Omen' on a still night. By some miracle, or curse, Aspen is hurled into Hinter, a village carved into the heart of a dying god-tree. She wakes in Lyra's body, but only Aspen's screams fill those lungs. In Hinter, everyone's identity arrives as scent. That scent tells others their name. But Aspen has no scent, she shouldn't exist. She'll carve her name regardless. Her new body is mutating. Moth-wings twitch at her back, wormy veins leak from her spine to let her taste the air with her fingers. Six new veins run along her palms. The sap blood in those veins whispers things she doesn't want to hear. Will she burn in her new skin? Or will this alien flesh make her something other than human? Is either option a good one? She tries not to think about it. She doesn't plan to win. Hinter's council doesn't need her to thrive. They just need someone to fill the Hermit's function before the Omen returns. And she just wants to get back home, even if home is a world away. She has a lot to fight. Memories of her brother have never looked fainter. But Aspen has always survived by understanding the rules, even when the game is rigged. In a massive tree filled with moth-people, unseen spirits, and towers that whisper revelations; she has six days to learn rules written in scent, dream, and mutation. After all, the Omen comes again in six days. It has already taken Lyra. It wants seconds. She won't be seconds. ---------------------------- Updates: Irregular but will try to stick to 3x Week: Wednesday, Friday, Sunday My neurodivergence makes it hard to stick to a consistent schedule with these things.
SunnySoldier · 1.7k Views

Gravity Magus: Hunting Dark Goddesses for their Essence

After accidentally causing a world ending Black Hole in his lab, Winston found himself in a fantasy world, where an endless sea of Mages sought Godhood itself by ascending through the realms of mana. Transmigrated into the body of a Gravity Mage, a branch of magic that was as rare as gold itself, so powerful that he could squish his enemies into blobs of flesh with his mind, he eventually figured out that the best way to live in this world, was to ascend through the realms of mana himself! The fastest, if not the most advanced way to ascend, was to hunt evil beings in all shapes or forms, steal their essences, and purify it to strengthen, and essentially improve the quality of his mana pool so he could ascend through the realms, or levels of mana quality. The essences that were prized the most, were those of dark, and perhaps even demonic Goddesses! When these Goddesses had their backs against the wall, they did everything in their power to seduce the Mages who bested them in combat. Their vile charm was difficult to resist, even impossible to some, but much like the alluring song of a Siren, torment followed any man who gave in to the seduction of the Goddesses! Their evil nature could not be taken lightly, as the destruction of Civilization itself was one of the minor sins in their past, in comparison to what these Goddesses were capable of! The hunt for power progression was challenging, fit only to let the greatest Mages advance. Winston considered himself a man of greater means, and so he was ready to give it his best shot to progress, and keep his head on his shoulders. He was ready to go after the rank of a Gravity Magus, no matter what it took, as beyond the rank of a Magus, immortality, and even Goodhood itself was just around the corner! … ~ Be sure to check out my other novels in my author profile. I don’t drop my work, and will end each novel at around 1,500 chapters. ~ [#Magus] [#Arch Mage] [#Mages] [#Mana] [#New Trope] [#No System] [#Sweet Romance] [#Demons] [#Dimensions] [#Portals] [#Shared Transmigration]
DrillaC137 · 4.4k Views