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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.]

In a world created by a primordial being, four divine gods - Galadriel, Thokkra, Solariel, and Creatrix - are tasked with shaping the world and breathing life into it. However, their differing beliefs and visions lead to a millennium-long stalemate, resulting in a grand experiment: each god will create their own race, and the most advanced and superior race will inherit the world, while the others will face extinction. The stage is set for an epic war between the four races, with the fate of the world hanging in the balance.

“The Earth is no longer a home. It is an Arena.” ​When an unknown voice echoed in the heads of billions, the world Cassian Vale once knew perished. Alien races, monsters, and “guests” from other worlds descended to turn Earth into a bloody Battle Royale. ​Left for dead with a severed hand, Cassian receives a terrifying gift from a mysterious figure: a black sword thrust directly into his skull. Now, bound to a sentient weapon that grants him the “Ascension System,” he must either hunt or become the prey.

Jin walks a road that feeds his family—and condemns his soul. In a quiet county where law is thin and hunger is constant, Jin lives as a devoted husband and father by day and an outlaw by necessity when the sun sets. He robs travelers not for greed, but for a future he cannot reach himself—sending his son toward a sword academy that promises escape from poverty. But roads remember men who walk them too often. As patrols tighten and whispers spread through the county, Jin’s careful balance begins to fracture. Every raid leaves a mark. Every step draws the law closer. And with each choice, Jin drifts further from the man he wants his children to remember. Trapped between survival and legacy, Jin must decide how much of himself he is willing to sacrifice—before the road demands a final payment. A dark, psychological fantasy about fatherhood, moral compromise, and the cost of walking a path that never forgets.

Imagine a world ruled by Ascendents—where power is determined by Resonance, Flux, and access to resources that accelerate ascension. Now imagine that boy has none of it. Varik Verilion possesses no power worth acknowledging. What he has instead is far more dangerous: the ability to understand people, dismantle belief systems, and turn human weakness into leverage. In a world obsessed with power and flux ascension, he introduces something known but alien—manipulation, deception, and control of masses. Varik does not believe in morality. He does not believe in loyalty. He does not believe in love. Parents, lovers, clan, sects, even gods—everything is a system to be exploited. If killing his own parents secures authority, he will do it. If destroying a lover advances his position, he will not hesitate. If creating a consumer economy destabilizes a flux-based world and places power in his hands, he will engineer it piece by piece. While others seek power through training and faith, Varik builds it through cunning, prediction, and psychological warfare. His greatest weapon is not strength—it is deception. His closest companion is not a sword or technique—but the certainty that everyone can be used. Manipulating the Gods is a dark ascent fantasy about a protagonist who does not rise by becoming stronger, but by making everyone else weaker—until even gods are nothing more than variables waiting to be controlled.

From the beginning, immortals and mortals have been sundered from each other. Immortals have mastered their Tama, wielding their true power; holding domain over mortals. Mortals, meanwhile, still see Tama in the form of intricate jewels of various shapes, failing to bring out their true strength; also, they are slaves to death —and the immortals. Over the years, some immortals, who have been labelled as Yotram, have come to the Earth to stop mortals from being immortal. In their eyes, they see humanity as a food source, slaves and means of entertainment. After waiting for the Villain Rehabilitator to disappear, the Yotram thought that they would expunge all of LIFE's creations on Earth. However, their actions ended up creating individuals who seek to be immortal. The first, goes by the name of Lucien Derniere Étoile. Growing up, his life was a play in the eyes of certain individuals. Moreover, a flesh eating spirit was placed in his mother's body, so that they would watch him suffer. After killing his mother, as the only way to save her, Lucien voyages himself across the world for revenge. Also, being immortal is the best way for him to succeed. The second, goes by the name of Ten. As someone born on the rotten side of humanity, Ten never desired much in life. However, his thirst for knowledge brought him to the power of Entropy, which happens to be the weakness of all immortals. Guided by his curious mind, Ten continues to master the power inside him, drawing him closer and closer to becoming immortal. Although Lucien and Ten have different goes, they are bound by interest at first. Nonetheless, as they move, their bond grows, calling others to them. Also, they have to do everything in their power to stop the undying Yotram that stand in their way.

In the year 2350, Earth changed forever. Portals tore open across the skies, unleashing monstrosities no human had ever faced. But with the monsters came awakening – humans gained power, ranks, and a status screen that defined their place in the new world. Two centuries later, power no longer belonged to politicians, but to the awakened. Damian Valcor, a bored 15-year-old, only cared about passing the entrance exam for an academy. But on the eve of the results, his life was overturned when he awakened the memories of his past life. A past life where he was not an ordinary man… But a ruthless mafia boss. To his shock, the world he now lived in was nearly identical to a novel he had once come across in his previous life. Although he remembered the world, he didn’t remember any of the characters of that novel. But he was sure of one thing. Damian Valcor was not one of the main characters. He was just a random Extra. With underworld cunning, ruthless ambition, and the knowledge of what lies in the future for this world, Damian must make sure to protect his loved ones, the loved ones he never had in his past life. He will make sure to snuff out the existence of any being who dared to endanger them. But for that… He needs to rise as the one pulling the strings. And to do that, he needed… Power. "Power isn’t granted, it’s taken – and I’ve had a lifetime of practice." ________________ PS:- Schedule:- 2 Chapter/Day for now. Make sure to add this novel to your collections and give reviews if you like it :)

Expelled from Hogwarts. Imprisoned in Azkaban. Forgotten by the world. Sagres Greengrass was a name whispered in the Wizarding World with fear and awe. A half-blood from a pure-blood family. A prodigy who created spells no one dared speak aloud. A genius who crossed every line in pursuit of knowledge—and paid the price. Branded dangerous, he vanished into the shadows of Azkaban. Five years later, he returns—not as a student, but as a professor. Sagres Greengrass is a transmigrator. As a member of a pure-blood family in the magical world, his first experience of magic came from a Cruciatus Curse cast by his mother. When he wanted to seek help from his father, he found out that his father was a Death Eater. Imprisonment in Azkaban did not leave him with madness and corruption, but rather a kind of chilling elegance. With the power of forbidden knowledge, a mind sharpened by torment, and secrets only a dark wizard could know… The Dangerous Genius is back. ______ Support the translation and read Two Weeks/12 chaps ahead at- Patreon/DarkDevil1

Warning: Read at your own risk. I was just a kid when they started locking me in the house. Because I was mischievous, they said. Dark rooms. Hours that felt like years. The key turning. No reasons given. Years later I discovered my mother kissing Uncle Jun. My chest caved in. I turned and went straight to find my father. I needed him. Needed one person who wasn’t lying. I discovered him cheating too, with my aunt. The floor dropped out from under me. Everything cracked open, every hug, every “I love you”, every family photo, turned into glass shards slicing through my ribs. I couldn’t scream. Couldn’t cry. Just stood there until my legs gave out. My whole world didn’t break. It vanished… I thought that was the worst it could get. Then, only too soon, I lost my virginity to someone close. One night, she came to my room, someone I’d known forever, someone who felt safe in the wreckage. Her hands were gentle at first. Then urgent. Clothes fell away. Skin on skin. She guided me inside her, warm and tight and slick. I moved clumsy, then desperate, thrusting deeper while she whispered it was okay, that she wanted this, that she’d take the hurt away. Her legs wrapped around me. Nails in my back. Soft gasps every time I bottomed out. I came hard, shaking, spilling everything I had left into her while tears finally broke free. From that moment my world changed completely. I was no longer the Lian I used to be. What’s left is someone colder. Hungrier. Someone who learned too young that love is just another lie…

Corvus Black was once a London police officer, a man who believed in order while watching his beloved country crumble into chaos. Betrayed by the very society he protected, he died in bitterness only to awaken in another body, in another world. Reborn as an orphaned scion of a forgotten Black family branch, Corvus inherits not only the memories of a magical youth but also two rare gifts: the Comprehension Talent, allowing him to master any subject with unnatural speed, and the Replication Talent, enabling him to copy the talents and experiences of others. Raised by parents steeped in tradition and darkness, Corvus is already a student of Durmstrang Institute, where his brilliance in Rituals sets him apart. Now, summoned by Arcturus Black, the formidable head of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, Corvus must step into a world on the cusp of upheaval. With Voldemort gone, Dumbledore rising, and Harry Potter’s era about to begin, Corvus charts a darker path, neither Death Eater nor Order. He will defend wizarding tradition, scorn Muggle influence. This is not Harry’s story. This is the story of the Black heir who chose power, tradition, and destiny above all else. Advanced chapters can be found at My Patreon page, patreon.com/Usiel

“Seduction or betrayal…” those were the words that refused to leave Yeara’s mind. After the death of her parent, Yeara is taken to an orphanage—a strict place where she is taught the ways of being ladylike. But who knew that within those walls, there was more than met the eye? Now, only one question remains: who is the father of her child, the feared Dragon King, or the silent servant who stole her heart? Bound to two men from opposite worlds, Yeara’s love is divided so equally that losing one would mean losing herself. What began as duty turned into desire, and desire into a dangerous secret. As whispers grow louder and the truth threatens to surface, Yeara must choose between power and love, silence and confession… before her fate, and the kingdom’s, is sealed.

He transmigrated into Viserys, a brother-obsessed individual. This is the story of how he changes the world.

After a devastating crash that should have ended his life, Pondaru 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, one thought haunts him above all: If I bleed… then I must still be real…Right?

"What do you know?" "I know that Jon is Rhaegar's bastard with Lyanna" "He's trueborn" "What" "They were married in front of Lyanna's gods on the isle of faces and in the light of the seven at a small sept near Harrenhall" "Jon, is trueborn" "Yes" "You raised the rightful heir to the throne as a bastard" "Robert is king" "JON IS KING and you raised him as a bastard so your fat friend could sit on his throne" "I protected him, as was my sister's wish" "YOU PROTECTED YOUR FRIEND AND LET YOUR NEPHEW SUFFER BECAUSE OF IT" Stark looked at him with guilt in his eyes and Jaime felt his anger seep out, Rhaegar's son, his trueborn son raised as a bastard, but alive, in this way Stark had done something he could not, he'd saved Rhaegar's child and for that he was grateful "What are your plans for Jon, Lord Stark?" "I…" "You have none, you won't legitimize him or give him his own keep, so what, have him be a guard, a master or arms, or will you ship him off to the nights watch" "The nights watch is an honorable calling for a bastard" If you’re looking for a story full of unexpected alliances, tough choices, and a new twist on the world of Westeros, Oaths of Honor might be your next read. Check out the advanced chapters on my Website at https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or Patreon at patreon.com/PercivalLannister and see how far Jaime and Jon are willing to go when everything is on the line.

ruled by social status and fake smiles, one asocial genius decides to break the system. Belt Konp hates people. He hates noise. He hates teamwork. But he possesses a terrifying weapon: "Mirror Evolution." A unique ability that allows him to analyze and copy the physical skills of any opponent—human or animal. When he joins the Krow City High School team, Belt has one goal: to become the solitary King of the field. But the league is filled with monsters. A Titan defender, a Captain who sees the future, and rivals ready to crush him. To survive, Belt must evolve. He must stop being a ghost and become a Tiger. Warning: This story features an Anti-Hero protagonist, high-stakes matches, and intense character growth. Inspired by Blue Lock.

Index Core Reset[ICR] : 2 years prior to the start of the Tournament Of Supreme Beings[TOS], all supreme beings revert back to the state that they were in before they attained their cores . Roshan , Rank one of the supreme beings , hailed as "the finality" a member of the EX-factors, known for their reckless acts and the destruction of 700 universes and 20 multiverses, hated by all the other supreme beings except for his fellow EX-factors. Known for having the weakest form amongst the supreme beings before he obtained his index core and ascended to god hood. Core Rest count down: 10...9 ...8...7....6...5...4..3..2..1 The white light flashed before his eyes The next time Roshan opened his eyes he was nothing but a mere, F grade human debuffer. But Roshan refuses to go down without a fight , he is determined to crawl his way back to the top. With 596 Supreme beings out for his blood. Will he find his index core before he is killed?? Read the novel to find out ______________________________ update schedule: 1 chapter daily @1am-2am WST Chapter length : 1000-1500words Am trying to meet the quota for contract application, so chapters will be updated haphazardly for now. Enjoy! _____________________________ what this includes: 1.No romance, No harem , Roshan has more pressing matters at hand, but expect a slow burn romance down the line. 2.A self absorbed , cruel and selfish MC, who would go to any lengths to survive. 3.The story gets darker each chapter . it contains extreme brutality and violence 4. It contains a mix of systems and other fantasy elements like techniques and arts. 5. The story takes place across multiple multiverses . 6. This is not a regression story, it does not include time travel. ------------------------------------------------- Support me: reviews, comments, collections , powerstones, keep this alive! ___________________________________ Am a new author, who just started writing books recently because I wanted to share my imaginations with the world. Am open to suggestions or tips about the novel feel free to drop them in reviews or chapter comments To all my humble readers , thanks for reading , I really need collections and powerstones guys!! #dark_fantasy #cruel_MC #tournament #strongest_to_weakest_to_Op #no_regression #reset

And with a sudden jolt, all of it was whisked away from him; the knowledge of what he had learned, remained, the images and memories remained, at least somewhat, but there was nothing new that was coming in. A mighty shudder passed through his being, and Harry James Potter finally truly awoke. If you enjoyed this crossover and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!

Riman, a girl suffering from a harsh family, discovers that the world around her is turning into a nightmare when malevolent shadows emerge, slaughtering humans. As she struggles to survive, she meets Sijad, a mysterious hunter who holds secrets about her past and her supernatural abilities. Together, they confront a terrifying conspiracy that threatens to turn all humans into monsters. An outcast girl discovers she is the only key to saving a collapsing world, while battling the darkness of her family and shadows that devour humans. Her encounter with a mysterious hunter reveals that her power could be her salvation... or her doom. Instagram page : https://www.instagram.com/djoudimed02/#

It bowed down to him, eyes of death meeting eyes of Avada Kedavra-green. " Bow to death, Harry ! " The voice was oddly warm, like a summer wind in autumn, tingling through the air like the unearthly voice of a High Elf. "It will be painless. I know, I have been there. Bow to death and move on!" A gentle hand cupped his head; the other hand moved to draw runes on his forehead and his scar. "Sleep well, precious child. May you never live again." And suddenly there was light all around him. His hands, still bleeding, scraped at the asphalt beneath him, lighting up with symbols he had never seen before. His chest ached as it began to glow through his shirt. His eyes hurt as his face started glowing from within, as if from underneath his skin. And then the Phoenix-Patronus returned. It stopped a few inches from his chest, a thrilling voice singing a song filled with death and resurrection. A phoenix-song. He tried to move, he tried to flee, but the hands had a tight grip on him and his limbs were limp. Even if he had tried, he could not move a muscle… Then the fingers on his forehead stopped moving and the hands vanished. He'd have sighed in relief if that hadn't been the moment the Phoenix-Patronus chose to act. Before he could react, the phoenix crossed the last inches to his chest and entered. Fire. A burning sensation filled his senses. Where his skin had glowed a moment before it suddenly was literally on fire. He cried with pain. His body was turning to ash. He could feel it. It felt like he was being sucked through the eye of a needle and then he was gone. He lost consciousness. If you enjoyed this Fanfic and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!