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Harem System In A fantasy World

Elion Nova is a student of the prestigious flying magical academy. When he was accepted into the academy a couple of months ago, he was ecstatic, but his hopes and dreams were crushed on the very first day. His talent is trash compared to the majority of his peers, and he is shamed and bullied for it, beaten down to the ground for months by those stronger and more powerful than him, all because he had better looks than they did. During an excursion in a dungeon with his class, his most hated tormentor, William, the son of a powerful noble, 'accidentally' pushes Elion off a bridge into the lower floors. "Please just let me die." In pain, in a dark, empty place, he begs from the depths of his heart. Instead of death, something else is bestowed upon him. [The Goddess of Lust smiles upon you. She takes pity on your suffering and has chosen you as her champion.] [Congratulations, Elion Nova, you have received The Harem System.] [Do you accept [Yes] [No] ] [Beginning Soul Binding process.] [Soul Binding complete!] [The Goddess sends her blessing. Select any 5 ranked skills and one divine object.] [Afternote from the Goddess: Good Luck!] A lifeline. Another chance at life with a debauched system. Follow Elion as he conquers beauties and pays his debts to those who tormented him, and climbs up in the world, though he will climb more beds more than anything else. For 'more' character Art - Discord: https://discord.gg/qjyMZuUpgd Additional Tags #Yandere #Yuri #Overpowered #Dragons #Demons #Elves #Beastmen #Dwarves #Gods #TimeTravel #War #Pregnancy #Bloodlines #NoNTR #Spirits #Academy #Genius #Bloodpumping #BloodandGore #SexualContent Release schedule - 2 chapters every day @around 02:00 GMT +8
DreamlessWanderer · 1.8m Views

Thread of the Unchosen

"The heavens opened, and a thousand prayers ascended to find their thrones. But for one, the sky remained leaden, and the only answer was the lengthening of their own shadow." … They speak of a world spun from chaos— a realm beating with the pulse of the dead and the living alike, each ordained by the gift that shaped their existence. Power was not won. It was bestowed. Every soul awoke to a calling. Every calling carved a purpose— etched into destiny before the first breath was taken. Except one. Born beneath a sky that refused to recognize its existence. A reject among the chosen. Mocked by the world for his emptiness, until he embraced the void— and the shadows that welcomed him. But silence listens deeper than sound. And in that stillness… something finally spoke back. A voice forged of cold logic. It offered not salvation— but function. He reached for the light, not out of devotion, but to silence the hunger that knew no shame.   And the world shivered, unaware that this choice, was the first thread pulled from the tapestry of fate. And thus began the fracture. Through a system that whispered in a language no living mind could bear, he etched himself across the spines of countless timelines— and feasted upon every doubt ever cast upon him. The world shuddered. Its laws unraveled like threads from an ancient loom. And when the sky finally screamed, it was no echo of the cosmos, nor lament of the gods— but the bellow of him. The one who rose from the hollow of silence. The one who taught creation itself the terror of being consumed. The tapestry has torn. The loom is silent. And in the heart of the original dark, a pair of eyes—unblinking and starved—has finally opened. The feast has begun.
TwoFish · 10.8k Views

Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation with him. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! No mother betrayal either!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/BUnnWjnWZw check out more- https://ko-fi.com/jin_moon Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
Jin_moon · 3.7m Views