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TM: Vengeance of the Indomitable and Crazed Shades

In a realm of mortals, a monster was born. At first, it had only one purpose: to protect. To protect those who created it. To protect the family who stood beside it. To protect everyone, it could. To do so, the monster learned to wear a human face. For a time, the disguise was enough. Then the world took everything away. As loved ones died and dreams crumbled, a young man's scream echoed beneath the night sky—a cry of grief, rage, and helplessness. He did not kneel. He did not pray. He did not beg for mercy. Instead, he challenged the heavens themselves. And the heavens answered. Rejection. He who dares challenge the laws themself, his body was broken. His life ended. But someone beyond mortality took notice. "Interesting..." A gift. Or was it not? And so began another life. Another chance. Another tragedy. Reborn in a world where gods watch over mortals, devils shape destinies, myths breathe, and dreams become reality, he finds himself trapped in a cruel cycle. Being above delight and laughing over his suffering. As such, every happiness demands a price. Every bond invites loss. Every life ends in blood. Again. And again. And again. Yet the monster refuses to break. Even when shattered. Even when abandoned and forgotten. Even when the world itself demands his surrender. Is he even trapped, or does he allow himself to be trapped? With each reincarnation, something disappears, something reforms, and something new arrives. The line between man and monster is thin. How much suffering can a person endure before they cease to be human? How much anguish before a monster becomes a human? How many lives must be lost before compassion becomes obsession? How many deaths before a monster finally accepts what it truly is? This is the story of a creature that wanted to save everyone. And the countless lives he sacrificed to become something else. What is it that he finds at the end of his path?
SeayYes · 261.1k Views

Becoming a God Starts with Acting

A world without gods struggles against cunning and dangerous monsters from another realm, teetering on the brink of collapse—until… Silvanus never expected to die at the peak of his glory. He was on stage one second, accepting his third consecutive Best Actor award. The next, he was dead—crushed by a falling glass stage light in a tragically ungraceful demise. But the worst part was yet to come. He didn't indeed die. Instead, he woke up in an entirely different world, one on the verge of being swallowed by darkness due to an overwhelming invasion of monstrous creatures. [Beep—Acting System activated! Greetings, my god. Please create your character and start collecting Acting Points!] Thus, humanity discovered that they now had gods, divine protectors who guided them in their battles against monsters… A god who feared everything yet could foresee the future. A narcissistic deity who commanded water and life itself. A depraved being who, despite his corruption, remained undefeated against even the strongest creatures. No one knew they were all the same person. "Worship me. Believe in me without end. And one day, I shall truly descend upon this world…" ... Silvanus once thought that all he needed to do was seal the endlessly appearing dungeons, but the world was far broader than he had imagined. As secrets gradually came to light, Silvanus’s journey toward becoming a true god grew ever more difficult, entangled with even greater conspiracies. Can Silvanus rediscover himself and complete his own growth in order to repel the darker, more sinister forces that are constantly plotting to invade the worlds under his dominion?
Orange_Lee · 1.4m Views

Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.
Idiocrat · 1m Views