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[Tags] Unique setting · System flow · Dark, dystopian tone· Single female lead · Synopsis Lu Jin is twenty-nine, broke, and dying. The doctors call it end-stage lung fibrosis. The hospital calls it “please pay your bill.” One night, ready to give up, he installs a sketchy Deep Space Echo app—advertised as an ultra-realistic “virtual girlfriend” simulator. Instead of a waifu, he gets a starving teenage girl standing in a ruined bunker under a blackened sky. “Can you hear me… Listener? My name is Li Xing. This is Wasteland Zone A-11. Our water is gone. Our power is dying. Everyone else is dead.” For her, Lu Jin is a distant, invisible god speaking through an old radio. For him, she is a real person whose life rises or falls with every top-up he makes inside the app. Every $1 recharge becomes food, ammo, or scrap metal. Every pay-to-win bundle drops wasteland-grade relics, war machines and base upgrades straight into her broken world. And then the app starts paying him back. His ruined lungs begin to heal. His D-grade body suddenly outplays corporate cyborgs. The weapons and machines he sends her… start appearing in his world too. As Li Xing grows from trembling survivor to iron-blooded war goddess, the powers behind both worlds finally notice the “bug” connecting them: a dying engineer with a god complex and a maxed-out credit card. In a society where breathing is taxed and life is cheap, Lu Jin discovers a brutal truth: If he’s going to die anyway… he might as well raise a goddess, bleed the system dry, and burn down both worlds. If you enjoy the story, adding it to your collection is the greatest support you can give me.

When gods fall, dreams awaken. Once a divine architect, Jaswant defied the cosmic order to create life from love, not law. But his act of compassion births something unimaginable — the Dreamborn, a being forged from his own essence and that of his celestial muse, Eryndra. What began as a dream of salvation turns into a tragedy of cosmic proportions. As realms tremble and the ancient pantheon rises to punish his defiance, Jaswant must face the unbearable truth: the child he created to restore balance now threatens to unmake existence itself. Torn between his creator’s guilt and a father’s love, Jaswant embarks on a journey through time, memory, and shadow — to redeem what cannot be saved. Ultimate God: The end is the beggining is a dark, poetic tale of gods and dreams, of forbidden creation and divine heartbreak. A story where love becomes rebellion, and even immortality must kneel before the will to dream. Overall: The story is about Jaswant, a god who used to create worlds. He was once powerful, wise, and loved by the divine order — but one day, he broke the rules of the gods. He tried to create life from love, not from command. He and a celestial goddess named Eryndra combined their powers and hearts to make a new divine being — called the Dreamborn — a god who could dream and feel like humans. But that creation becomes too powerful. The Dreamborn starts to think and dream on its own — and those dreams begin to reshape reality, threatening heaven, earth, and all creation. Now Jaswant faces his greatest pain — The very being he created out of love is becoming his enemy, and his creation might destroy everything, including him.

I own nothing. A girl who loves superpowered shows and comics dies from an accident to be in front of God as she spinned a wheel to get Annie January aka Starlight life but spins another wheel to have great luck that lands on six wishes as she smiles as she can’t be Omnipotent but she could get there herself with her wishes. There are more universes than the title but she can go to other universes. MC is Bisexual but prefers girls and OP.

(NEW CHAPTER EVERY SATURDAY) The Dimensions Universe is simply chaotic. Love, Betrayal, Planetary genocide are just a few of the things happening. The storyline is rich, original, deep and is ongoing.

I closed my eyes and let out a soft gasp. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

Blurb: He was once mindless trash. Vermin. An Imp. No name, no purpose. No future. He was supposed to die in the Maw like the rest. Mindless, crawling meat for something stronger to chew on. But something broke. A spark buried itself inside him... something ancient, older than Hell itself. Now he can see. He can think. He can Evolve. Hell doesn't know it yet, but the bottom just stood up. And he's hungry. Synopsis: The lowest demon in Hell. An imp without thought, spawned from filth, born for slaughter. Then he devoured a glitched system shard, something that shouldn’t exist in Hell. It gave him thought. It gave him power. It gave him the chance to evolve. Crawling through a realm of endless death and rot, he forced open a path to Earth. But in the year 2125, Earth isn’t what it once was. A hundred years ago, the Convergence shattered reality. Dimensions merged and the Dungeons fell. Civilization ended. Now, after a century of struggle, the Five Kings rule what's left, each carving out their own empires with overwhelming power. Like the Beast Taming King, who controls what was once Africa. His lands teem with monsters. Users flock to farm his dungeons, capturing beasts, gather rare materials...if they can survive, and don't forget to pay tribute. Or the Undead King, who holds what was once Europe and Russia in an iron grip. Endless legions of the dead serve him, his people loyal and fanatical. Behind an iron mask, he enforces absolute authority. A tyrant, loved by his people, living or dead. Everywhere, system users chase their own power. Shards grant anything from petty stats to world-shaking destinies. Everyone sees themselves as the hero, the protagonist of their own story. All of this is maintained and guided through the Network, a system-spanning infrastructure no human can escape. It ranks, registers, and controls. But not everywhere. Beyond the king's territories lie the Freelands, lawless zones they can’t or won’t hold. Here, gangs and corporations carve up ground while dimensional rifts swallow entire city blocks, wild dungeons drop without warning, and violence is the only law. He shouldn’t even exist in the Network. He’s not human. But his shard is corrupted...tainted. He slips through its firewalls, unregistered, unranked and free. Consuming the life and identity of Wohan Seo-jin, a system user and gang boss on the drowned coast of what was once Korea, he takes everything: his face, his memories, his men. Now he owns a foothold in the human world. And he plans to keep it. Survival isn’t enough. There is too much to want, too much to take for his own. System users, demons, dimensional races, even gods, he’ll push past every limit, evolve beyond every threat, and claim everything he desires...no matter the cost. #Litrpg #DarkFantasy #Grimdark #ProgressionFantasy #Post-apocalyptic

Dr. Aris Thorne’s experiment in quantum resonance goes catastrophically wrong, tearing her from her 21st-century lab and hurling her into the smog-choked, Victorian-era city of Veridia. Here, coal smoke mixes with a more sinister mist, and ember-eyed monsters known as Wraiths stalk the streets, feeding on heat and life itself. Her only hope is the Pyre Guard, an order of warriors who wield living blue fire. Their leader, Commander Kaelen Vance, is as cold and intimidating as the creatures he hunts. He sees Aris, with her modern clothes, dead smartphone, and talk of "physics", as a useless liability. But when Aris uses her scientific knowledge to disrupt a Wraith in a way he cannot, Kaelen offers a brutal ultimatum: use her strange intellect as a weapon for the Pyre Guard, or be left to die in the gutter. Thrust into a brutal new world, Aris must use her wits to understand the entropic energy of the Wraiths while navigating the dangerous and enigmatic commander who is more flame than man. But their fragile alliance is tested when Aris discovers her accidental arrival created a rift in reality, a rift that has drawn the attention of a ruthless corporation from her own time, led by a man who sees Veridia not as a home, but as a resource to be plundered. Now, Aris and Kaelen must unite magic and science to face an enemy that can nullify their powers and a resurgence of nightmares born from their own scarred world. To save Veridia, they will have to break the very laws of reality, forcing them to confront what they are willing to sacrifice for each other and their future.

A century ago, the Great Kingdoms didn't defeat the Demon Realm—they destroyed it out of sheer terror. They thought they had extinguished the threat forever. ​They forgot Lucian. ​Forged in the shadows and awakened a hundred years later, Lucian is the Last Scion of the Demon King. He doesn't seek vengeance through fire and blood; he seeks a throne. ​His ultimate purpose: To infiltrate the human courts, tear down their structures from within, and reforge the shattered Demon Kingdom. ​Disguised as a brilliant human noble, Lucian infiltrates the very academies and courts of his enemies, armed with a terrifying intellect and the power to corrupt. He will turn their princes into his pawns, their secrets into his power, and their laws into his weapons. ​The humans wanted to stop a war that hadn't begun. Now, they face an architect of ruin who will use their own civilization as the foundation for his new empire. ​The new era begins now. The Prince has returned to build his realm.

Kael has been haunted by dreams of Elior, the golden-eyed boy he’s loved across lifetimes. Each night, the visions grow clearer—until fate leads him to the Grand Arcanum Academy, where those same eyes meet his in the waking world. What begins as fleeting recognition spirals into an irresistible pull—an obsession bound by memory, love, and something far older than time. Because some stories aren’t written in books… They’re written in the ink of their souls.

**NO NTR** **Content Warning +18** —————————————— Caught masturbating in glorious 4K, a horny teen is sentenced to the basement as punishment. Only to be murdered by a book that never asked permission. Death was supposed to be the end. Instead he awakens as Daniel Dikson. An eighteen years old, dirt-poor guy, and the only son of a broke farmer and Marnie, his stepmother. The kind of stepmother wet dreams are built from. Yet what truly terrified him was the Grimbook itself. It had crossed death with him, and now lay quietly at his side, patiently waiting for his touch once more. “Wait… this book wants me to draw a diagram, place the book in the middle, and chant a spell to complete the ritual?” “Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà…” One forbidden ritual later, a demon found its vessel, purring promises of limitless power. Every milf he claims, every moan he steals from their bodies will increase his power. From the weakest person in the medieval village to an unstoppable, ruthless apex predator, Daniel rises through blood, sweat, and bedroom sheets.

Everyone thinks the dinosaurs got wiped out by a giant rock. Cute theory. The truth? Humanity nearly blew itself off the planet first. Long ago, ancient humans used something called the Crimson Code a bloodline that let them do the impossible. Shatter mountains. Command beasts. Rewrite their own bodies. Power like that doesn’t come without a cost, and their final war erased them from history. Fast-forward to the present. Humanity is normal, weak, and very proud of being boring… until kids start being born with pieces of that ancient blood. These descendants are called Veymars, and inside them sleeps power strong enough to break the world again. But here’s the catch: Not all Veymars are created equal. Some only inherit a tiny spark. Others inherit enough Crimson Code to shake cities. That’s why the Veymars have ranks: Rank 1 → weakest Rank 6 → strongest and rarest Your rank depends on how much Crimson Blood is in your system and those with enough of it can unlock something terrifying and beautiful called a Crimson Art, a completely unique ability no two Veymars share. But none of this power comes for free. A Veymar’s abilities only awaken when they brush against death. Not “I fell down the stairs.” Actual, heart-stops-for-a-second death. The ones who survive walk away changed stronger, faster. The ones who don’t survive? Their bodies explode, collapse, or simply shut down under the raw force they couldn’t handle. Awakening is a miracle and a gamble with your life. To keep the world from panicking, the Veymars hide in a secret institution half school, half boot camp, half “try not to die again.” And honestly, they would’ve lived pretty chill lives… …if not for the Onis. Onis are Veymars who have torn apart their own humanity, drunk on power and destruction. They want to rebuild the ancient era of blood and chaos, and they don’t care who burns in the process.

People say the House of Ash was born from heartbreak. Others say it was built from the bones of a forgotten god. One thing is certain: No one who enters remembers who they were. Not their past. Not their face. Not their name. Except for one thing— the name of their soulmate.

A child raised in a lab, tortured, experimented on, and trained as nothing more than a military weapon. They stripped away his name, his choices, his humanity. But this isn’t a story about obedience. It’s a story about what happens when a weapon begins to think for himself. Will he take revenge? Will he run from the past that haunts him? Or will he choose something no one expected— A path not of rage or retreat… but divergence.

My fated mate rejected me under the Blood Moon. I died screaming his name. I woke up in hell—and the Moon Goddess is waiting. The Lunar Veil isn't the afterlife. It's a trial ground for broken wolves, where Luna strips away everything that makes you human until only truth remains. Ten trials. No mercy. Fail, and your soul burns to ash. My guide? Astro—a fallen Alpha with silver scars and secrets older than sin. He's supposed to help me survive. Instead, we're breaking every rule Luna ever made. Each trial I survive makes me stronger. Each touch between us burns hotter. And the red thread linking our fates? It's the one thing the goddess can't control.

When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale "lost" his mother, the world around him cracked, not with grief, but with truth. Beneath the calm surface of Earth, a thousand hidden threads connect realms, memories, and souls. Damon discovers he isn’t entirely human in conventional sense at least — he’s the descendant of the Queen of Woewyn, a celestial world where time, memory, and spirit intertwine. But being born in one world and being raised in another means belonging to neither. Haunted by the mother who lied to protect him, and burdened by a power that bends light itself, Damon is forced to navigate more than just the chaos of high school life — from gangs and betrayals to gods and demons disguised as humans. Alongside Natsuki, the girl who sees past his walls; Nyra, the sister he never knew he had; and Hazel, the godmother whose voice still echoes from the stars, Damon begins to uncover the truth about Chronisouls — those born with spirits that exist across timelines. But when light itself becomes a weapon, and fate begins to turn against him, Damon faces a question that every soul must one day answer: "If saving existence means losing yourself... was there ever anything left to save?" From quiet rooftops to cosmic wars, Chronisoul is a story of fractured bonds, unseen gods, and a boy who learns that the soul doesn’t just live in time, it activities shape it.

Kai had a secret: his charmed life as a young noble was a lie. His reality was a "Prison Game," a closed-loop system where he was destined to be murdered every time he fell asleep, only to wake up and repeat his eighteenth birthday. He learned to accept it. He learned to exploit it. He learned to hate it. ​But on his final cycle, the rules shatter. ​The sky cracks like porcelain, revealing a winged, alien entity forcing its way through, and the old system goes silent. In its place, a crude, violent new interface called [Grace] appears, granting Kai his true name, Light, and a single, impossible objective: Survive and escape the Prison Game. ​Unleashed and armed with the cynical memories of countless cycles, Light is finally free to do what he wants. But freedom means fighting two wars: one against the monstrous entity that broke into his world, and one against the cold, calculating survivor he hates seeing in the mirror. ​The game is over. The nightmarish war has begun. _____________________________________ #Irregular updates #System #DarkFantasy #Action #Drama #CynicalProtagonist #AntiHero #Loop #Reencarnação #OpProtagonist #Academy #UrbanFantasy #Mystery #Survival #Firekeeper

Cael Vandrel had everything, until the day his own people betrayed him. As the son of an Archon in Dome 6, Cael lived in luxury behind walls of warmth and safety. But when his family is brutally murdered by soldiers serving the goddess Eve herself, his world shatters. Scarred and broken, he's cast into the frozen wasteland, a death sentence for any dome dweller. But Cael refuses to die. Awakening an impossible power that defies everything he was taught, Cael must survive the endless winter, corrupted monsters, and his own crumbling sanity. Haunted by loss and driven by vengeance, he discovers the lies that built his world run deeper than he ever imagined. In a realm where two gods warred and left humanity fractured, one broken boy will rise from the snow. And he will make the goddess bleed.

[For character illustrations and videos, you can visit my X/Twitter account.https://x.com/jl_lucifer/status/1995333554730135659?s=20] Murdered by his own mother and uncle, a young mafia boss is reborn into a world of savage mountain tribes and ancient magic. As the son of the legendary Berserk Lord, his new life promises the family he never had – until his half-uncle's treachery rips it all away again. Now trapped in the Purgatory Domain, a realm of floating islands and natural wonders and creations and also monstrous creatures, he rises as the Blood Sorcerer among the mysterious Nor'vack clan. With a rare ability to devour mana and a growing mastery of forbidden arts, Jorghan prepares for his return to the mainland. Two lives, two betrayals, one burning purpose: to paint his revenge in the colors of blood and wine. [My X (Twitter) id: https://x.com/8Lucifer69972]

In a world where the sun has died and a deep cobalt night rules forever, power flows not from faith or blood, but from the shattered Moons—fragments of divine ichor left behind by ancient gods who now wage war in the Astral World. Every person is born with a Lunar Ichor, and with it comes a path toward Ascension. But the road is perilous: a single mistake in frequency matching or baptism can twist a human into a Hollowling, a heart-devouring monster desperately trying to replace the ichor it has lost. Clyde Nox Pvolae, a quiet and introspective wanderer, has never sought greatness. Yet when he discovers a forbidden book buried in the city’s forgotten library, his Lunar Ichor awakens as Hollow Star—an ichor tied to the most unstable of forces: quantum fields, fluctuation, and entanglement. It is a power that should not exist in his world. Now hunted by Hollowlings, watched by demigods, and entangled in secrets older than the Moons themselves, Clyde is forced into a path he never wanted. To survive, he must learn to control his ichor, raise his lunar phase, and face the terrifying cost of Ascension. But as he uncovers the truth behind the Moons, he begins to realize that gods do not simply fall… They are rewritten. And Clyde’s existence might be the first sign that another Moon is breaking.

Lance Dixon is drowning in a debt that isn’t his. His parents’ financial mistakes have fallen entirely onto him, and his life has collapsed into a constant struggle to stay afloat. He has never denied what he is. Lance is a masochist, and most people he’s dated couldn’t handle that truth. Every relationship ended the same way, leaving him with needs no one was willing to meet. Everything shifts on a night he drinks too much and ends up venting to a stranger. In a mix of frustration and alcohol, Lance jokes that he’d sell himself to anyone willing to pay off his debt. The stranger, Ansel Lowell, doesn’t brush it off. He asks how much. And when Lance tells him, Ansel offers a deal: three months living under his terms, in exchange for clearing the debt completely. The deal is straightforward and seems almost like relief. But as the days pass, the dynamic between them deepens in ways neither expected. What began as a simple exchange grows into a connection that is far more consuming, and far more dangerous, than either of them intended. [Excerpt] Lance meant to pull away when Ansel stepped closer, but his body didn’t move. Ansel’s hand hovered near his jaw, just close enough to make Lance’s breath catch. “Do you understand what you agreed to?” Ansel asked quietly. Lance swallowed. “You’re paying off my debt. I stay with you for three months. That’s it.” A hint of a smile tugged at Ansel’s mouth, which made him more dangerous because of it. “No, Lance. That’s the surface of it. I want you to hear the truth.” Lance’s pulse stumbled. Ansel leaned in just enough that Lance could feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m going to take up space in your life. I’m going to have you when I want you. I’m going to learn every weakness you try to hide, and I will use them. I will claim you, piece by piece, until you can’t tell where your choices end and mine begin.” Lance exhaled shakily. “Do you worst Mr. Lowell, I can handle it.”