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F Grade Healer Becomes Strongest Biomancer

【WSA 2026 Entry】 [!] Title Change in Progress [!] ════════════════════ Birth of the Undying Biomancer: Mio was the worst healer in Tokyo. F-grade, dead weight—her party kept her around out of pity until they did the math and left her bleeding in a ruined cathedral. Something ancient was waiting there. It offered her a Class that devours its hosts—a path of power that claimed the lives of the three Biomancers who came before her. Mio said yes anyway. She’d already felt the sting of a slow death; what was one more monster in her veins? Now pain is currency, death is fuel, and the hunger grows with every kill. The Bureau wants a weapon. Her sister wants her home for dinner. Mio agreed to both. In a world of Systems and Dungeons, power isn't a gift; it's a trade. And Mio is finally ready to pay the price. ════════════════════ What This Is: [1] This is a progression fantasy with system elements, but the system serves the story, not the other way around. Expect meaningful numbers, not stat spam. [2] Romance is not the focus. Mio has bigger problems. But expect a slow-burn later down the line! [3] The story gets dark, but it's earned. No grimdark for shock value. ════════════════════ Schedule: 1-2 chapters daily @ 10am-2pm CST | Chapter Length: 1,000-1,500 words ════════════════════ Powerstone Goals: 100 = +1 chapter 250= +2 chapters 500= +3 chapters 800 = +5 chapters ════════════════════ Support Me: Collections, comments, and reviews keep this alive! ════════════════════ #weak_to_strongest #female_lead #mass_awakening #dark_fantasy
musuyin · 45.8k Views

Lazy Salvation

“The boogeyman of Outer Gods, protector of Earth, humanity’s last stand—Miratheris’s son has returned.” I was drowning in sloth. The color of life had drained from my eyes, leaving only shades of grey. Doing anything felt like punishment. Looking for a job? A laughable idea. I did everything I could to stay disconnected from reality. Gambling. Drinking. Even suicidal stunts. Anything to escape the numbness that clawed at my mind for even a second. But everything comes at a cost. I abandoned my family. Broke the heart of the only woman who ever loved me. And wasted every damn day like it didn’t matter. I became the kind of man society throws out with the trash. But life didn’t spare me. Not even when I hit rock bottom. Deceived, shackled, and sold into another world— I spent the rest of my days as a slave. Forced to fight monsters ripped straight out of myth. At the very end, all I could do… was wish. Just one more chance. One shot to make things right. … Born a prodigy, Ashen Hart moved through life like a golden boy. What others worked for, he mastered with ease. At first, it felt like a blessing. The validation, pride, and accomplishment felt sweet. But even honey spoils when you’re drowning in it. The more success he tasted, the more hollow it all became. And when a mysterious power awakened within him, letting him see moments into the future— The world lost all color. And then all meaning… Nothing could surprise him. Nothing could move him. He spiraled. Ashen threw it all away—ambition, love, purpose— and embraced the slow death of apathy. But fate wasn’t done with him. Kidnapped by a shadowy organization and forced into a hidden war, he learned a truth: he wasn’t special. He was fodder. Cannon meat to delay the inevitable. But somewhere, buried beneath sloth and cynicism, the genius stirred. The apathy rotted away. And Ashen Hart, the failure, became Ashen Hart, the wretched. The unkillable. From a discarded pawn to the final hope of mankind. And when it was over—when even the gods had fallen— he was left alone. At his dying breath, the Earth’s spirit, Miratheris, answered his plea. She rewound time, giving him one last shot. But not without a price. She kept his memories intact… and delayed their return just enough so his younger self could bear the weight. Ashen’s second life begins now— and the monsters, both within and beyond, are about to learn what regret truly feels like. ═══⟲══════⟲══════⟲═══ This book was previously titled The Second Coming of Tranquility (TSCOT). All chapters are unlocked.
Hushfire · 293.9k Views

The Perfect Path To Insanity

Would you give up your humanity in exchange for power? To never die, a chance to be a god? Humans had lost all will to try. Their existence had been reduced to a single, self-destructive purpose: to entertain and please the cosmic gods, known as Forces, in hopes of gaining a 'favour'. After 7 years of these continuous deadly games that suddenly appeared, the Earth we know is no more. Now an apocalyptic playground for the Forces to enjoy. To survive in this ruined world, every single player is compelled to participate in these weekly deadly games. All to win prizes, be granted one of the four Paths designed for Awakeners— those who earned ‘their’ affection and favour. Until Fateless, a ‘humble’ wanted thief, stumbled upon a unique Force, one of the creators of the games. It was then he discovered the grim truth behind his name - 'Fateless' - deemed worthless and discarded at birth, exempt from all four Paths. Consumed by despair and hate, he took a risk and accepted a proposal from a shady cosmic god, granting him a fifth Path, giving him the ability to absorb human life essence to grow stronger, all for a small price. [ “I shall grant you the Fifth Path.” ] [ “The Path of Insanity.” ] [ “No mortal seeks forever without unraveling. Madness is the toll, the tariff paid at the gate.”] [ “You will no longer fear death. Nor die of age. Nor plague. Nor wounds that mortal hands deliver.” ] [ “But immortality is fed… not gifted.” ] [ “Just a tiny tithe. 10% of your humanity.” ] ‘What more is there to lose a bit of humanity, anyway? It only drags one down from their full potential. I could do just about anything without being bound to death. Anything… What a thrill it would be to spit on these cosmic slugs' faces.’
CrimsonJell0 · 10.4k Views

Threads of the Soul

[Assessment Complete. Activating Mutagen, Please Standby….] A normal day is suddenly turned on its head when a single voice utters those fateful words into the minds of every single soul on the planet. It was after those words that every single man, woman and child was granted the opportunity to gain fantastical abilities in the name of evolution. Not even the plants or animals were spared by the words of this mysterious voice. Yet not everyone got what they hoped for. Some developed no powers at all, their bodies not yet ready for the process. Others, were simply too frail to handle it. Mutating into horrific creatures, nightmares made real. Seth Quinn, a slightly below average IT worker, developed a unique ability. The Puppeteers Threads. The ability to turn inanimate objects into his obedient puppets. Will he and those he loves survive in this hellish new world? Will his new ability lead him to a life of greatness he always dreamed of? Could he become a Master of Puppets? ----------------------------------------------------- A book about an apocalyptic world and the powers that have risen within. Following the unique blend of necromantic and Summoning abilities, with a twist that offers many more opportunities. Admittedly, it has a slightly slow start, especially in the first 5 chapters. It's something I regret now, but can't change. I can only try to improve, so I hope you stick through it and get to the good meat that starts around chapter 5 at least. General warning for graphic descriptions of death and injury. There will be bloodshed, not gonna be sunshine and rainbows. Other warnings for other issues, such as self harm or implications of sexual assault Will be provided at the start of the chapters, but even then they are just implied. Nothing explicit.
MarzAttackz · 228.2k Views

Death's Heir

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Monstrosities, born from old tales, returned in twisted flesh to remind humanity why even speaking their names once felt dangerous. The sky cracked, fire swallowed the earth, seas boiled over, cities choked on the blood of their inhabitants. There was no warning, just monsters. And with them, something else : a power system of unknown origin. Salvation, perhaps, but not for everyone. It gave nothing to the fearful, nothing to the weak. But to the brave, or the desperate, it offered claws. As for the gods... they stayed silent, but not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was less tragedy than inconvenience. He had spent years meticulously preparing for revenge, and now the world was burning at the worst possible time. Most people broke. Lazar didn’t. He never placed his trust in hope, never relied on luck. He studied while others panicked, he prepared while others prayed, he struck where others hesitated, and the skills he had honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. As for his desire for vengeance itself… that didn't vanish just because the world did. But monsters aren’t the only problem standing between Lazar and his plans. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order, their version of it. As for the forces threatening to destroy the world, no one really knows what they want. One thing a lot of them agree on though : in a world of kings and pawns, Lazar and his kind, the grey anomalies on a board of so-called black-and-white pieces, must be removed.
Barbare · 4.8k Views