comedy

Lance Mercer's life is painfully normal. He works IT support in a basement office where printers scream, coworkers cry over Bluetooth, and lunch is a rotating tragedy of lukewarm noodles and existential dread. He's got a dog named Dario, a cursed coffee addiction, and a daily goal of making it to 5:01 PM without committing a felony. Then he buys milk. Now he's being hunted by unmarked helicopters, cultists in cow masks, and possibly the U.S. government. Reality keeps glitching when he sneezes, his dog might be telepathic, and there's a chance he's bonded with an ancient cosmic dairy god. He just wanted cereal. (Inspired by DanDaDan and Parasyte: The Maxim)

Main Character Name: Mitsuki Mui. Hobbies: Eating, harmony, harmony, harmony... Worlds Experienced: Naruto — Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood — Bleach — Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas

Every alpha generation must have a Saint, an omega chosen by the Moon Goddess to carry the cub, the heir of the world. When the last saint vanished, the curse fell on me. I am not a saint. I am a fake saint, bound to a duty I never asked for, and forced to walk among alphas assigned to guide me, claim me, and guard me. Their eyes are all on me, each filled with desire, obsession, hunger… and each one willing to do whatever it takes to make me theirs. And among the circle of them, one shadow stands colder than the rest, the alpha whose hands destroyed my family, whose cruelty made me an orphan. The Moon Goddess demands obedience. But my body and heart burn with a dangerous defiance, and I will not bow to prophecy… not to them, not to fate.

Before God Valley. Before the Pirate King. There was her. Zenka Jaygarcia — a Celestial Dragon born not into privilege, but into experimentation. Molded by the World Government, shattered by the Soul Edge, and resurrected again and again through defiance, she became their greatest weapon… and their deepest fear. Now, on the brink of chaos, the Five Elders unleash her upon the most dangerous threat in the New World: the Rocks Pirates. But Zenka has her own will. Her own blade. And her own agenda. From the gilded horror of Marijoa to the lawless madness of Hachinosu, follow the rise of a woman who cannot die, a miracle made of steel and blood. As kingdoms shake and monsters awaken, hidden enemies are lurking. Waiting for their chance.... more than 100 years! (not a reincarnated person!!)

After three months in a coma, Jun opens his eyes in a quiet recovery ward—his past erased, his future blank. The people who visit him say they knew him. Loved him. But none of their faces spark anything. He feels nothing at all… until he meets three other patients. Urumi Akamaki, a deaf girl, shy and anxious, who flinches from touch but longs to be understood. Rin Tachibana, A mute girl, cold and distant, who pushes everyone away especially men. Aya Asahina, a disabled girl, loud and smiling, who jokes through her pain even when no one’s laughing. Each carries wounds deeper than what the doctors can see. Together, they begin to form a fragile bond—not with words, but through shared silence, glances, awkward laughter, and stubborn companionship. Slowly, something in him begins to shift. But healing isn’t easy—and the past he doesn’t remember is coming back, whether he wants it or not.

Novel Summary In the mythological era, humans did not have a formal country. Only gods and demons were the masters of this era. Kurtz transmigrated to this era, awakened the talent of [Creation], and met the young Serie, who was only a few hundred years old. "Weak and short-lived human," Serie commented on him when they first met. "Since you have the talent to create magic, I will agree to your adventure request." Kurtz and Serie adventured together with their lifelong companions on the continent of the mythological era. They created the first country of the human race and once faced the legendary goddess, asking her to give them the holy book. After a hundred years of vicissitudes, Serie stood in front of Kurtz's grave and said, "It is indeed a short life, but I will remember you." However, behind her, he has successfully reincarnated... ________________ Easy Abbreviation you can use to search : [Frieren: Serie] ____________________________________________________________________ RAW: [芙莉莲：不懂爱的小小师祖] _____________________________________________________________________ #Frieren #Serie #Transmigration #PowerCouple #SlowRomance #StrongLoveInterests #FantasyWorld #Angels #Demons #Dragons #Elves #Dwarfs #EvilGods #Gods #Goddesses #Heroes #KingdomBuilding #SwordAndMagic #Magic #FantasyCreatures #Fanfiction #MaleProtagonist #FastLearner #GeniusProtagonist #Monsters #BeautifulFemaleLead #RomanticSubplot

Kai always thought adventuring would be better than scrubbing toilets. Turns out, it’s worse—his first slime nearly kills him with a fart. Then glowing words appear in his vision: [LIVE]. He’s being streamed. To Earth. Viewers across the modern world laugh at his misery, spamming chat and calling him “Slime Boy.” But then the donations start: a sandwich that explodes a slime, a frying pan stronger than steel, a squeaky hammer that somehow crits, even a bar of soap that saves his life. For Earth, it’s the funniest, weirdest stream they’ve ever seen. For Kai, it’s survival. Every absurd item is the difference between life and death in a guild that already wants him humiliated or gone. If Kai wants to rise from rookie failure to true adventurer, he’ll have to weaponize the laughter, turn ridicule into strength—and hope Earth keeps watching. Because here, dying isn’t just content. It’s the end of the stream.

"At least I wouldn't be boring edgy overpowered sword-wielding chosen hero!" Kyle, an average citizen of modern Europe, is a D&D player, MMORPG gamer and avid anime watcher, who often likes to play a "main character" in games. He, alongside his friend group, is a huge hater of Isekai and Transmigration genre. What irony it is, that right after a rant about how "generic power fantasy main characters are boring", he gets summoned into a fantasy world... AS THE HERO'S PARTY'S HEALER?!

What if Germany had won the Second World War? What if Hydra had killed Captain America before he became a symbol of hope? What if Tony Stark had perished alongside his parents? What if S.H.I.E.L.D. never existed—and the world’s fate rested instead in the hands of Zemo’s Thunderbolts? What if Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin, became the mayor of New York? Now imagine a lone reporter, suddenly transmigrated into this fractured reality, tasked with recording its chaos. Colin’s life changes when he discovers a strange ability: by simply closing his eyes, he can slip between this nightmare world of twisted heroes and villains, and another timeline—the bleak Era of the Great Depression in America. In that world, amidst breadlines and newspaper stalls, something extraordinary is about to happen: the world’s first true superhero, Superman, prepares to take flight. Two worlds. Two destinies. One reporter caught between them. This is a tale of shadows and legends, of corrupted power and fragile hope, told through the eyes of the man who sells the news… and suddenly becomes part of it.

So, I died. Face-planted on my keyboard after a 72-hour coding marathon. Very heroic. My one dying wish? To finally get some sleep. But the twist is : I got isekai'd. But I wasn't reborn as a legendary hero with a harem and a cheat skill. Nope. I'm a rock. A Dungeon Core, to be exact. My new job description is simple: create a terrifying labyrinth, murder heroes, and generally be a menace to society. Yeah, hard pass. That sounds like way too much paperwork. My new life goal is achieving a perfect 100-year nap. Luckily, I found a bug in the System—or maybe it's a feature? My unique "Slumber System" gives me way more XP (they call it Dungeon Points here) when adventurers take a nap than when I, you know, kill them. My assigned fairy guide, FaeLina, is having a non-stop panic attack about this. Apparently, "aggressive coziness" isn't covered in the Dungeon for Dummies handbook. So, I leaned into it. I started building the world's first 5-star dungeon resort, complete with fluffy moss beds that feel like clouds, a tea shop run by a friendly slime waiter, and pillows that hug you back. The place went viral. Knights come for the naps, mages for the therapeutic tea, and bards for the sweet, sweet content. The problem? My five-star reviews are tanking the property values of the 'Blood Pit' dungeon next door. I'm being forced into official Dungeon Tournaments where my ultimate weapon is a lavender-scented fog machine. And the stuffy bigwigs on the Fairy Council are starting to think my little "peaceful revolution" is a threat to their entire "kill-stuff-for-profit" business model. But the more I build, the more I realize this isn't just me being lazy. I'm uncovering an ancient, world-changing secret about why dungeons really exist, and it's a truth the gods themselves tried to bury. My name is Mochi, and my quest is to level up from a sleepy rock to the God of Dreams. My final boss isn't some dragon or demon lord. It's the original God of Combat himself. And I'm going to challenge him to a Nap Off for the fate of all reality. Who knew the path to ultimate power was this comfy? Here is the release schedule. Monday to Saturday: * 2 Chapters Daily! Sunday (Weekend): * WEEKEND BONUS! 3 Chapters Daily! * You'll get the two regular chapters plus one extra bonus chapter on Sunday! P.S: Read The Author Note For More Fun.

Kasjia traversed into a wasteland world. Yellow sand and clouds of radioactive poison covered the surface of the earth, and the only human habitations left were fortress-factories behind bleak iron walls. He was determined to save it all. But before that, as the unloved youngest son of a powerful family on the planet, he was about to enter a political marriage with a female workshop worker. She was a beautiful young woman with white hair and purple eyes. Aside from being a little taller than everyone else, she was perfect in every other way. He was very satisfied. Until he heard her name was Fulgrim. What!? Fulgrim?! He was bewildered. He realized something was not quite right. He let out a cry like a Grot whose toe had been stepped on. ... Damn it, I've traversed into the world of Warhammer! And it's a Warhammer world where the influence of Slaanesh is as rampant as a flood! But, still able to grasp the situation, he remained determined to save it all. ... In the distant and dark 30th Millennium, aboard the Pride of the Emperor flagship. The La Fenice theater. Fulgrim, the Primarch of the Third Legion, once again removed her power armor gauntlet, showing off the Sagittarius golden ring on her left hand to the legionaries as if to boast: "...Thirty years. The thirty years I spent with Kasjia on Chemos may not be considered long..."

Humanity was brought to its knees in the year 2040, and even after a hundred years, they're still under the threat of extinction. Will humanity prevail as they've been doing with the help of the Supreme Corps, or will they finally meet their end? How will young Alan Wayne fair in an apocalyptic world, where some people have been granted special powers without any? Follow the story of Alan as he traverse through multiple challenges and survives the attacks of the invaders. .... Reminder : This is a work of pure fiction and should be treated as such.

​"What if every nightmare you've ever had was a manufactured product?" ​Zev McTerror never wanted to be a crafter of fear. But in Dreamsdale—an otherworldly megalopolis where dreams are currency, factories, and the source of all power—choice is a luxury he can't afford. ​Shoved into the elite Fearcraft Academy by his scheming mother, Zev must navigate a world of neural tests, twisted sponsors, and ruthless classmates already clawing for fame. He soon learns that nightmares are not just for sleep. They are meticulously designed products, streamed for entertainment and sometimes... sold as weapons. ​This world is ruled by the iron fist of the Council of Horrors, with their cold graphs and brutal quotas. Factions openly claw at each other's throats, and deep shadows hint at a terror far older than the portals that created Dreamsdale itself. ​Zev's only goal is to survive orientation. But with the crushing weight of his family's reputation, the cracks forming in his classmates, and the growing sense that he is being watched, he may discover that survival isn't even part of the curriculum. . . . . . . . [ + ] Full cover art and other story art on my x: @ogphonix. I'm just a noob artist lol but it's my goal to improve as the story grows :)

“Before time had a name, and before the stars found their voice, a crystal pulsed with the promise of fate.” In the age when realms danced around the Juko star like obedient children circling their mother, there existed a light so pure, so untamed — it was said to hold the balance of the universe. They called it The Great Violet — a crystal born from sorrow and forged by truth. But balance never pleases power. And so, the day Queen Maria wept behind the palace walls, and her father — the noble King John — shattered the Violet into two, the skies bled lavender for seven days. One half shone pink, cradling emotion, and warmth. The other turned blue, icy, and quiet, a keeper of reason. The world changed that day. And so did the fate of two children... yet to be born. They did not know it yet, but their fates had already begun to braid. And once the thread was pulled… everything would change. ‘The stars stopped whispering that night... for they knew their secrets had begun to awaken.”

Kailen Darkhaven's world crumbled when his parents died two years ago in a beast tide invasion in New York City. Alongside slipping into depression that caused his grades in school to drop exponentially, he failed to become an awakened on his sixteenth birthday. Losing his consciousness due to his frail body and a life of poverty one evening in an alleyway on his 17th birthday, the only thing he thought of was dying pitifully. However, he wakes up in the same alleyway only to find out he has obtained a mysterious artifact holding power that defies logic in every way possible, one that ultimately sets him on path to stand at the pinnacle of the Universe. Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction.The setting, including any imitation of real names, places, people or events is purely coincidental. If you are looking for a goody two shoes, hero complex MC ,this novel is not for you. The protagonist is a morally grey person. Discord channel link- https://discord.gg/KpWsRshj

When passion hits rock bottom and becomes nearly impossible to reignite, even the faintest spark of hope becomes something worth clinging to… After streaming for fifteen years with nothing to show for it, Alian Hoven, thirty-three years old, single, and without a single real friend, finally shut down his channel. Defeated by life, he prepared to give up his passion, follow the herd, and live a “normal” life: work, marriage, and quiet obscurity. But fate had other plans. Dragged into the world of the legendary game Age of Kings...reborn in the magical land of Sheila as an Elf Supreme...Alian found himself burdened with extraordinary physical attributes, crippling weaknesses, and deadly curses. Yet there was also a spark of hope: a mysterious Live Streaming System. Now, every moment he broadcasts to the world strengthens his body and weakens his curses. But there’s a twist… The only audience allowed to watch him? The most powerful elites in existence.

Leo wakes up in a foreign world with no memory of his name, past, or purpose. The only thing he’s certain of is this: if he wants answers, he’ll have to survive. Forced into a lethal trial designed to forge assassins, Leo navigates a brutal alien landscape filled with rival killers, hidden agendas, and treacherous power plays. His instincts are flawless, his reactions precise. It’s as if he was born for this, though he has no idea why. As the tests grow bloodier and secrets begin to unravel, Leo learns he may not be just another participant, for whispers of a legendary figure begin to follow him, a being long believed to be dead, a God-Killer with no equal. Now a target of both fear and worship, Leo must master his skills, uncover the truth behind his identity, and outwit enemies who’d rather see him buried than reborn. Because behind the silence of his forgotten past lies a legacy too powerful to ignore, and a destiny that refuses to be denied. -------- NOTE - The MC in this story is a cunning vigilante type character who is morally gray and will often make questionable choices not befitting a traditional 'Hero' type character. Find me on discord at - raj_shah_7152 or join the server - https://discord.gg/rFXGz9NBe2

Good news: lifelong football fan Arthur was reborn—and not just into any body, but into that of a rich second-generation Brit. Bad news: the father who made all that money, and who happened to be the largest shareholder of Leeds United… had already passed away before Arthur arrived. So there Arthur was, freshly transmigrated and immediately thrown into the deep end—heir to a debt-ridden football club, surrounded by chaos, and with a wily old fox named Ken Bates circling like a vulture, ready to pounce and buy Leeds United for peanuts. And yet, just when things seemed hopeless, the heavens didn’t abandon Arthur. Because that was when the Strongest Club System awakened. And from that moment on, the Arthur Show began—brash, bold, and brilliantly shameless. Ken Bates: “Arthur is nothing but a profiteer in the football world!” Florentino Pérez: “I don’t get it. Why are players so strong when they play for Leeds United, but as soon as I buy them, they become weaklings?” Sir Alex Ferguson: “Arthur is an amazing tactical genius!” Arsène Wenger: “I don’t agree with Ferguson on much, but I have to admit… Arthur is the real deal.” José Mourinho: “Arthur is a terrifying opponent. I don’t like it.” Players: “Boss, please… I don’t want to leave. Can’t you just keep me at the club?” Arthur: (smiling faintly) “That’s not possible. I have too many geniuses at Leeds United… so many, in fact, that I just don’t have room for them all.” Try it, it should be fun . I have basically changed the translation more than 60% Raw name in first chapter. Join my Patreon for Advance Chapters Link is Below. Remove space after http. https:// www.patreon.com/c/Virtuosso777?redirect=true  Join the discord server below for updates and discussion https:// discord.gg/cG7M6HNt6F

Avery Carter tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. However, one day, someone appeared claiming to be her real daughter, declaring that Avery was fake. Without hesitation, Avery gave up her position as the "real" daughter and returned to her biological parents. Many expected her to fall from grace after leaving her wealthy adoptive family, but she surprised everyone by lifting her biological family out of poverty. She transformed her mother and father’s lives, making them billionaires overnight. With a hundred billion dollars to her name, she became a master of technology and a talented woman, soaring straight to the peak of her life. But everything changed when she met Alexander Moran, a wealthy and handsome man. He was an absolute bigwig—decisive, cold, and callous. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t stop tangling with her, always eager to give her all his love. On their first encounter, he said, "I'll give myself up as collateral." The second time they met, she questioned, "Why should I trust you?" After multiple encounters, his tone shifted. "You shouldn't have crossed this line, Avery, if you didn't want it to be like this." a sturdy arm wrapped around her swaying body. Her head grew hazy, and an intentional, hot sigh escaped her lips. 'How the hell did I get myself into this situation?' Avery thought, her mind spinning.