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After a devastating crash that should have ended his life, Pondaru Yamada wakes up in a body that isn’t fully his own—an unnervingly perfect shell branded with the mark of Project N4O-CHI, a blacksite program that erases humans and rebuilds them as living pleasure dolls. Stripped of his old world, Pondaru finds himself in a decayed cyberpunk underworld where neon lights hide cruelty, androids are discarded like broken toys, and survival often means losing the last pieces of your humanity. But Pondaru isn’t like the others. He bleeds. He hurts. He remembers things automaton like him shouldn't be capable of. Torn between the twisted kindness of a group of mercenary misfits and the looming shadow of the corporation that made him, Pondaru must navigate a world of lust, violence, and identity crisis—where every choice brings him closer to either reclaiming who he is, or becoming the product he was designed to be. In a city that devours the weak and worships desire, a place where compromise does not exist, one thought haunts him above all: If I bleed… then I must still be real…Right? *Check out my website [https://n4ochi.my.canva.site/] for a more polished, immersive experience.*

“You’ve poisoned my tea.” His voice is molten silk, low and deliberate, as he stirs the cup with agonizing slowness. Each rotation of the spoon sends a shiver racing down my spine. I grip the table’s edge until my knuckles bleach white, heart hammering so violently I’m sure he can hear it. My breath catches—sharp, ragged—while his golden eyes pin me in place, never once wavering. He lifts the cup. Takes a slow, deliberate sip. Then another. The bitter poison must scorch his tongue, yet he doesn’t flinch. He savors it. Savors me watching him do it. “I don’t… I don’t know what you mean…” The lie tastes filthier than the toxin itself—thick, cloying, useless. Beyond the archway, naked omegas sway in glistening, hypnotic circles under flickering torchlight, bodies oiled and gleaming, every movement an invitation. I stare at them desperately, begging him to look anywhere else. Why does his attention burn hottest on the one tiny rebellion I dared? He sets the cup down. Silent. Final. Then he rises. Three measured strides. That’s all it takes for him to close the distance. His gloved hand captures my chin—firm yet maddeningly gentle—tilting my face up to his. I try to jerk away. His grip tightens just enough to remind me who holds the power. Before I can draw another breath, his mouth crashes over mine. My eyes fly open on a choked gasp. That’s when the arrogant devil lets the poisoned tea flood from his lips into mine—hot, bitter, intimate. It spills over my tongue in a slow, claiming rush, laced with the dark heat of him, the faint metallic edge of danger. I choke, thrash my head, but his fingers lock me in place, forcing me to swallow every sinful drop he feeds me. His tongue brushes mine once—deliberate, teasing—as the last of the poison slides down my throat. He pulls back barely an inch. Just enough to drag the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, licking away the final trace of toxin while he watches me shudder. My chest heaves, lungs burning, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. My body trembles uncontrollably—fear, fury, and something far more treacherous coiling low in my belly. “Now tell me, Princess…” His smirk is soft, wicked, victorious. His thumb strokes the edge of my swollen lower lip, smearing the last damp trace of tea. “How do we survive your poison when it tastes this sweet on your tongue?” What happens when the man you swore to destroy becomes the only one who can steal your breath? When the devil you loathe turns into the god who owns your every shiver? When you finally bite the forbidden fruit… and discover it was always meant to ruin you?

WebNovel Spirity Awards 2026 First Entry Book Link: https://www.webnovel.com/book/34709131300072805 W E B N O V E L webnovel.com its about a man who just wants to teach students and disciples and yet inexplicably lots of goddesses and fairies and beautiful maidens enter his life in the most unexpected fashion. ^_^ Update Schedule Daily Updates: One chapter per day Power Stone Ranking Goals Top 100: Additional 1 chapter (release weekend) Top 50: Additional 2 chapters (release weekend) Top 25: Additional 3 chapters (release weekend) Top 10: Additional 4 chapters (release weekend) Top 1: Additional 5 chapters (release weekend) Please note that any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, real world events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this work of fiction are products of the author's imagination. Discord: https://discord.gg/mXMRjzF I used AI-generated images for my characters. If any of them resemble known female characters from anime or fiction, please contact me privately on Discord and I'll replace said images. No copyright infringement is intended. Thank you!

“Peace never lasts long when Heaven writes your story.” This is Arc 2 of The Living Scripture series. Readers are strongly encouraged to complete Arc 1 – Flame & Breath first. Max thought she’d earned a honeymoon, not a new apocalypse. With Seth, the man who breathes silver storms beside her, they return to a world that’s already forgotten how to kneel. Demons are learning to pray, angels are choosing sides, and humanity is once again in the middle of everyone’s bad decisions. Max could explain what’s coming… but she’s too busy making sure the world doesn’t explode before her coffee does. The Living Scripture – Rise of the Unseen Because some miracles arrive with sarcasm and scorch marks. Follow the arc. It won’t hurt you… emotionally. Probably.

Years ago, she walked away, shattering Xu Tao's world without a single goodbye. Now, she's back, but there's a devastating catch: she doesn't remember him. The intense, shared history, the first taste of true love—it's all a blank slate. Xu Tao is no longer the light-hearted boy she left behind. He is the cold, ruthless inheritor of an untouchable dynasty. Power drips from his every move, but the one thing he can't control is his lingering obsession with her. He could have his vengeance, or he could seize this shocking twist of fate as a cruel, beautiful opportunity. As he draws her into his glittering, dangerous life, Xu Tao sets a perilous game in motion. He will rebuild their connection from the ground up, manipulating her amnesia until she depends on him completely. [Early warning for possible themes: Psychological manipulation / Power imbalance / Coercion] [Chapters are still going through major revision]

Faithful to canon RI history and rules. (No system, no harem, no cheats.) This is a story about a native cultivator of the Gu world. Back in the Late Antiquity Era, the protagonist meets his untimely demise. But Heaven and Earth always leave a way out, his new cultivation journey begins anew on the path of reclaiming his former strength and defying Fate.

Five years of marriage. One night of betrayal. Two brothers bound by blood… and a secret that could destroy her. Zara lost everything the night her husband broke her, her home, her dignity, her faith in love. Running from a life that nearly erased her, she never expected to wake up in a stranger’s bed… or that the stranger would turn out to be her husband’s twin. Cassian Hartley is dangerous, cold, and watching her far too closely. He says nothing happened that night. Her body says otherwise. Now Zara is pregnant, trapped between two powerful brothers locked in a war fueled by obsession, control, and revenge. One wants to own her. The other swears he’ll burn the world to keep her safe. But the truth is darker than either of them. A cursed bloodline. A child who may inherit violence. A love that feels like protection… and prison. In a world where love bleeds into possession and safety comes at a terrifying cost, Zara must decide: run from the darkness… or embrace it. A dark romance filled with obsession, secrets, and forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. Twin rivalry. Pregnancy twist. Once you start, you won’t escape.

SYNOPSIS His power comes from corruption. His salvation comes from love. And he needs seven legendary women to survive. When the world shattered, Leo awoke with a cursed gift: the Scourge System. It gives him unimaginable power, but for a terrible price. To grow stronger, he must corrupt the pure—break trust, twist love, and shatter hope. It's a devil's bargain that makes him a monster in a world of monsters. Then he discovers the horrifying truth. The System isn't a tool. It's a seed. He is the living womb for Vel'Koth, the Stillborn God, and every sinful act feeds it. When he reaches his peak, the god will rip free from his soul and devour all of creation. His only chance is a desperate ritual. To cut the god out without dying, he must anchor his soul to seven living Pillars—women who embody the untarnished essence of their races. But to find them, he must use his power of corruption. To earn their love, he must fight the very nature of his curse. His anchors are not willing saviors. They are forces of nature: · Becky, the elven judge who wears a forest as her gown and wields truth like a blade. · Brynja, the dwarven smith whose grief is as hot as her forge and whose loyalty is steel. · Kiana, the beastkin huntress, a predator of lethal grace and uncompromising honesty. · Seraphina, the demon who commits heresy by offering compassion instead of torment. · Isolde, the vampire archivist who remembers every sin and guards every secret. · Nyx, the outcast elf princess who finds strength in shadows and silence. · Oberon, the fae sovereign who views their struggle as the greatest story ever told. To survive, Leo must do the impossible: use his power to destroy, in order to build something real. He must earn the love of these incredible women, knowing his every touch is tainted and his very presence puts them in danger. They are his only hope, and his cursed power wants to ruin them all. The Sins That Anchor Me is a dark epic of 200+ chapters where every gain is a loss, every touch leaves a scar, and the path to becoming a hero is paved with the worst things you've ever done. It’s the story of a man damned to end the world, and the seven women who dare to love him anyway. Their bond will either be the foundation of a new age—or the final note of the world's end song.

Aren transmigrates into the body of a dying boy at the very moment the God Trials begin—an event that determines whether a world survives or is erased. Every youth between fifteen and twenty-five awakens a power, as the new generation that will enter the Trials. If the challengers die or fail, the entire world is wiped out. When Aren awakens, he gains an ability never seen before: Shadow—the power to devour foes, summon their shadows, steal their memories, and command an endless army born from darkness. In the very first Trial, he consumes a monster carrying a memory shard that reveals the hidden truth behind the God Trials… and why Aren’s existence in this world is a cosmic mistake. The gods want him erased. But Aren has already begun to consume their secrets. https://discord.gg/RpqJQ6Yys

The gods once ruled openly, their voices guiding mortals and shaping kingdoms. Then they vanished—leaving only chaos. Some humans were marked by fragments of the dead gods, cursed with power that burns, twists and devours. Mireth is one of the rarest. Born under a silver brand, hunted for the danger she cannot control, she walks a path where survival demands impossible choices. To uncover the truth behind the gods’ disappearance, she must navigate ruined kingdoms, face monsters born of divine power and confront a secret buried in her own blood. Every step is perilous. Every ally may betray. Every victory comes at a cost. In a world where gods are dead but their power still kills, Mireth must decide: will she become the monster they fear, or the weapon the world needs?

A happy child with a happy smile, Lone walks the earth with a smile on his face. Always smiling and always "Happy." He greets all with a smile that he has long since kept on his face, and so that is how he always thought his life would go. That was until one day he won a prize from a small company he supported. Accepting the award, he used the key given to him and to the other 99 people to enter a Beta never before seen. A game world called Noctarine, where he could do whatever he wanted and however he wanted. Explore the lands, talk to the NPCs, and make his mark in the world. Or so it wants.

Alana Moore is an ordinary woman forced into an extraordinary deal a contract marriage with Adrian Blackwood, the coldest CEO in the city. For him, marriage is nothing more than a business arrangement. For her, it is survival. Behind closed doors, rules replace affection, and passion is denied but never absent. As desire grows and secrets unravel, Alana must choose between losing herself or fighting for a love that was never promised. But when the past returns and betrayal cuts deep, love becomes a battlefield. Will a contract destroy them or become the reason they learn how to love?

The "Chosen One" tried to debate ethics with the Final Boss. The result? Humanity was wiped out. I was the F-Rank porter who watched it happen. Then, I woke up twenty years in the past; ten minutes before the apocalypse began. I looked at the naive young Hero standing next to me. I didn't join his party. I stabbed him in the throat. [System: You have killed the Protagonist.] [Reward: SSS-Rank Trait "The Usurper" Acquired.] [Passive: Absolute 100% Drop Rate.] Now, the destiny of the world is mine. I don't grind. I take. Touch a Grand Mage? Skill Copied. Kill a Dragon? Talents Absorbed. Save the Princess? Only if she can afford the subscription fee. While the world panics, I’m fusing prohibited skills and privatizing the dungeons. I’m not here to save the world. I’m here to loot it. [Add to Library to join the harvest.] ———————————————————— A chapter per day at 9 pm Singaporean time with 1.5k minimum word count per chapter. I needed to fix my paragraph spacing. I guess copy and paste from Google docs doesn't work as intended. Working onwards chaps 30+.

This novel is not for the faint-hearted or the easily categorized. It weaves together a labyrinth of elements, many defying traditional boundaries of gender and nobility, diving headlong into themes that transcend comfort and convention. Intended neither as a casual read nor a rite of passage for the merely eighteen, its content demands more than age permits; it demands sentience.If you seek a story that challenges the very framework of reality and identity, that subverts expectations and plunges into the depths of cosmic horror and human frailty alike, then welcome. As the pages turn, you will understand why this is no ordinary tale, and why to read it is to embrace the unknowable. Dare to stay, and be amused, unsettled, and transformed.

He's the mafia heir. I'm his step-uncle. It was the one line even he shouldn't have cross. I was wrong. His obsession doesn't know rules.

I’m not a gamer. In fact, I barely touched games—never had the time or interest. I’m a 23-year-old college dropout, part-time construction worker, and full-time avoider of adult responsibilities. That is, until my little sister nagged me into trying a romance simulation game called Echoes of the Crimson Throne. I played it. Liked it more than I expected. I even completed it. And the next thing I knew… I woke up inside the game. Not as the hero. Not even as a love interest. I was now the personal attendant of Alice Draken—the villainess, the Prince’s fiancée, and the iron-fisted Ruler of the North. A woman whose downfall was guaranteed... unless I do something about it. --- Goals:- 50 GT tickets:- 3 Bonus Chapters. 100 GT tickets:- 5 Bonus Chapters ---- The MC act little naive at least till 9 chapters but that's it. He's thrown into an unfamiliar situation and a world that's why he's act like this. please have little patience with him till there. ---

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​"Kill me and see if the silence feels any better tomorrow." ​Mio was just a bartender, a 'nobody' surviving on pennies. Vane Vesperian was a monster, a Mafia King who ruled with shadows and blood. When their worlds collided in a rain of bullets and broken glass, Mio didn't beg for his life—he challenged the monster. ​Intrigued by the defiance in the boy's blue eyes, Vane makes an offer Mio can't refuse: A ten-million-dollar contract. The condition? Become Vane’s bride to secure a crumbling empire and escape a toxic political marriage. ​In a world of predatory smiles and deadly secrets, Mio must navigate the monster’s bed and the mafia’s boardroom. But in the Vesperian household, the silence isn't just deafening—it’s lethal. ​Can a little bird survive the monster’s cage, or will the shadows consume him whole?

The whims of man gave birth to war. And from war, men found solace as well as purpose. Throughout history, war has been the one constant, no matter the civilization nor the belief. Once a general raised in the conflict and fires of a holy crusade. Now he is but a Prince, facing the realities of a new world.  As old enemies fade and new powers rise, Drakkus must confront the cost of the man he has become. Will he rise as the prince his people need, or drown in the rivers of blood of his own making? All the while, the so-called gods play their games, toying with the fate of their believers.

Man must claw at God. Humanity has always been frugal and greedy in its efforts, reaching for what it does not deserve while pretending its hands are clean. It is filled with wretched beings like Nicholas, creatures who live, breathe, and cry out for mercy even as they willingly submit themselves to the very fate that devours them. Nicholas would despise himself more than anyone else, and even then, he would still dare to fight for his life. Such audacity, coming from someone so painfully small, is utterly unacceptable. And yet, despite how pitiful his struggles appear and how worthless that foolish man may be, his frantic grasping might still amount to something in the end. Nicholas, even something like him could crave sanctity. However dreams were not reality, what might a lamb do, if they wish to dream? More Tags: Cosmic Horror, Philosophical, Psychological.