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Melbourne Acliate has just graduated high school and has received a scholarship to the most prestigious military academy on Mars and a high-paying summer internship from Arian Horizons. Life is looking up. Everything changes when he stumbles upon an ancient artifact with a highly advanced cybernetic system designed to train him into a supersoldier. Now, as he finds himself with an RPG-like neural interface embedded within his head, he must level up and unlock the hidden powers of his system as he navigates the threats of a solar system hostile to the forbidden technology underneath his skin. In this story of rebellion and personal evolution, will Melbourne Acliate survive the trials of Sol and unlock the secrets of the ancient cyberneticist who left this system behind nearly four centuries? Will he remain fundamentally himself in the process?

Numen's death is only the beginning. Evelyn, a former human who ascended to omnipotence through countless reincarnations and stolen powers, plucks his soul from oblivion. Bored after eons of existence, she chooses him as her latest entertainment and hurls him into the brutal Warhammer 40,000 universe. Unlike most souls, Numen's bends rather than breaks. Though his memories are erased, his instincts, adaptability, and sarcasm remain. He awakens in the underhive of an Imperial Hive World with nothing but a twisted System and the cryptic title "Monarch." Weak, unarmed, and alone, Numen navigates a grimdark labyrinth of gangs, Enforcers, ancient vaults, and horrors lurking beneath civilization. His progression system revolves around Exploits, rewarding him with powers for dangerous or absurd feats. Darkly humorous, the System frequently comments on his actions and reflects Evelyn's mischievous interference. As Numen adapts to violence and danger, he grapples with identity, morality, and the knowledge that his suffering is a cosmic spectator sport. Evelyn serves as patron, audience, and possible future ally. Her genuine enjoyment of Numen's growth may mask a deeper emotional investment. This complex relationship is a central pillar of the story, as Numen's sarcastic pragmatism and psychological resilience clash with his loneliness and existential dread. Surviving against impossible odds, he begins to suspect that the "Monarch" designation is more than a cruel joke. The System's bizarre rewards and Evelyn's interventions hint at hidden powers and forgotten memories. Numen's rise from scavenger to leader unfolds within the Warhammer 40,000 universe's terrifying grandeur. He builds factions, claims territory, and gains political influence. What begins as a dark comedy of survival transforms into a saga of power and identity, with Numen struggling to understand his role in a game far larger than he imagined. As Evelyn watches with growing interest, Numen's authority and ambition expand. The cost of survival mounts, but so do the stakes. With each new challenge, he edges closer to the truth of his existence and the terrifying potential of his "Monarch" destiny. The story balances grimdark horror with absurdity, as Numen's internal commentary and the System's dark wit provide levity amid the chaos. Ultimately, Numen's journey is one of transformation. From pawn to player, he emerges as a force that could reshape the galaxy, but only if he can survive the cosmic game Evelyn has set in motion. Themes of persistence, adaptation, and the search for meaning drive a narrative where entertainment and power collide, leaving Numen to wonder if he is a Monarch or merely a pawn in an omnipotent being's endless diversion. __________________________ Disclaimer This is a non-commercial fan work created for entertainment purposes. Certain settings, factions, terminology, concepts, and intellectual property referenced within this story belong to their respective owners. Warhammer 40,000 and all associated names, characters, organizations, locations, and concepts are the property of Games Workshop Limited. No challenge to ownership is intended. All original characters, original plot elements, and original narrative content not belonging to existing intellectual property are the author's own creation. This work is unofficial, not endorsed by, sponsored by, or affiliated with Games Workshop Limited or any other rights holder.

Reborn as Prince Heixinggen of the Hohenzollern family's Swabian branch, he saw the coming storm of European turmoil and decided that Europe was no longer worth staying in. In East Africa, he seized land, organized immigration and development, laid the foundation through agriculture, and step by step, leveraged crises to achieve industrialization. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

Ding! [Rejoice, Host! You have been chosen to wield the legacy of Mecury] Henry blinked at the golden screen that had suddenly manifested in his line of sight. “Mecury? Who the fuck is that?” But all he got in response was another prompt. [Congratulations, you have received the Celestial (God of Speed) System] Henry blinked. “Huh? What’s a celestial system.” But if only he knew, his new life was about to get a lot more complicated. …….. Hey there, don’t listen to that eccentric narrator. My life didn’t get complicated, it got a whole lot better. Let me introduce myself properly; “My name is Henry Myers, and I’m the fastest man in the universe… No, that’s not right.” I’m the fastest living creature in the entire multiverse. And it all began with an accident, one that got me reincarnated into another world. A world of infinite possibilities. A utopia of both advanced technology, magic… and gods. But in this new world, the strong preys of the weak. Literally. And unfortunately for me, I fell under the category of the latter… but not for long. With my mysterious system, my undying will, and my charming looks.. I will dominate this new world. Because I am… the God of Speed. ********* Hola! Eccentric author/narrator here. This is a remake of my original work, and I promise you it’s a whole lot better. As expected, it has the speedster and superhero vibes you love so much and a splendid mix of sci-fi and magic&myths. So if you didn’t get enough from ‘the Flash, then prepare yourself for the ultimate run. Because I plan to explore the deeper depths of speedsters in a way the writers of the Flash couldn’t. So check it out, I promise you immersive satisfaction. NGL https://discord.gg/kATuVbxaAb Join my discord server for more info on my work… or if you just wanna hangout and talk about Marvel/DC/WW3. Have a great day and thanks for checking this out. Garcias!

The protagonist didn’t end up as Shepard at all—so why does everyone know him as John Shepard? Because sticking close to the canon is profitable. Sure, it’s dangerously profitable, but when you’re in the thick of events, you at least have a rough idea of what’s coming next. That’s what John tells himself, anyway. Except he forgot something important: he isn’t Shepard. He carries the name, but he’s… What his real surname is—and what kind of trouble that truth will bring— you’ll find out in this book. Or maybe he’ll manage to squeeze a few perks out of it. *** Read over 100 chapters ahead and stay 12+ months in front of public releases — all early chapters are waiting for you on my Patreon: Granulan

Li Tang was reborn on the eve of the new millennium. He knew the trajectory of the mining market over the next twenty years, had the coordinates of every newly discovered supermine, and understood the intricate details of century-defining mergers between mining giants. While experts lamented that all the rich mines were in the hands of major players and that the giants were troubled by aging and depleting resources, turning from exploration to ruthless corporate takeovers... A group from the East kept working miracles—discovering deeply buried, shockingly rich mineral deposits again and again. From scorching deserts, frozen Arctic lands, and uninhabited primeval forests, they extracted tons of ore. Fully loaded cargo ships, the industrial lifeline, thundered across the seas toward the East. He had advanced exploration technology, wielded capital like a club, and maneuvered deftly through complex global politics—completely disrupting the mining industry's global landscape. When he speaks, the world listens. One foreign mining analyst exclaimed: “He is already the sole mining oligarch on Earth!” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen  

Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Chiss, officer, imperial. Thrawn. Thirteenth Grand Admiral of the Empire. The only alien in the service of Emperor Palpatine spent many years in the Unknown Regions. His return in 9 year after the Battle of Yavin 4 restored hope for the Imperials to regain control of the galaxy and defeat the rebels. The happiness did not last long - the Chiss was killed by his own bodyguard, and the Empire again plunged into crisis. But today the New Republic faces a completely different Grand Admiral... *** Read over 100 chapters ahead and stay 12+ months in front of public releases — all early chapters are waiting for you on my Patreon: Granulan

Time Magazine once gave this review of a man: "Mr. Yang is a great inventor. The products he created changed how hundreds of millions live, work, and travel." "At the same time, his inventions created millions of jobs and made outstanding contributions to regional economies." ... Never would he have imagined—Yang Wendong, already a successful entrepreneur, would accidentally travel back to the 1950s. Given a second chance, he would once again rise from nothing, climb to the peak of this era, and build a century-spanning Chinese family empire. Friends, if you want to read chapters in advance, subscribe to my patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/johanssen10

Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

When a classified CIA experiment snaps like a bad alibi, 1920s private investigator Flat Flanagan is ripped out of his smoke soaked era and dumped into the 21st century. The jazz is gone. The streets glow with screens. The lies are faster now. Meaner too. With no road back to his own time, Flat is offered a deal by CIA Director Grisson. Become the Agency’s last private eye. No badge. No backup. Just instincts sharpened in an age where men looked you in the eye before they ruined you... And the timing could not be worse...

Lin Haoran was reborn in 1978 Hong Kong, becoming a wealthy young heir. At this time, the glory of the British financial consortiums was beginning to fade, while Chinese capital was rising rapidly like bamboo after the rain, starting to shine on the international stage. Former British-controlled giants like Wharf and Hutchison Whampoa were becoming prime targets pursued by Chinese entrepreneurs. So, with growing strength, Lin Haoran set his sights on the leading British trading firm—Jardine Matheson... Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Albino1

140 years after the Nuclear Collapse, humanity survives inside a fortified megastructure with devils of different class hunting them. humans are forced to advance quick6in technology to battle this devils. will they be able to survive the onslaught of the devil or will they succumb to a cruel death?

A once beautiful and thriving planet controlled by a powerful corporation goes to ruin due to uncontrollable AI's created by that same corp. Disconnected from the rest of the galaxy a small group of survivors try their best to survive & find any way of communication with the outside world.

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

Avery Asteria was far from having anyone's dream job. Family circumstances had him drop out of school and flying around the expanse of space looking for treasure among the discarded trash in an old ship his father had been restoring. It was far from glamorous work, but it was all he could do to earn the money he needed. He was not the only one looking for fortune among the stars, though. One day a score that looked too good to be true led to a run in with a band of pirates. With some quick wits and a bit of luck, Avery managed to escape the worst, but he ended up missing out on collecting the valuable salvage he had his sights on. Having lost a large chunk of his gear in his flight from the pirates, Avery seemed to be truly at the end of his rope. However, a twist of fate led him to discovering an experimental vessel that had been lost to the far reaches of space. With this new ship in his possession, his prospects were looking up. It had everything and more than what any spacefarer could want. And Avery was going to use it to become the leader of the greatest band of mercenaries in the galaxy.

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”

This is an era where heroes emerge in great numbers! This is an era where death and hope exist side by side! This is an era where the old order and the fires of new civilizations collide! What kind of grand epic will be written by the decaying federation, the fanatic empire, the obstinate theocracy, and the stirring foreign races?

A kaiju ate me alive. I felt my ribs go one at a time. Then something in the dark of its gut decided I was not finished. It started my heart with a hand that was not mine, and I walked out of the corpse on my own two feet, the only person who ever has. That was the night she bought the rights to whatever I had become. One screen. One subscriber. The screen is my life, live and uncut. The subscriber is her, and she pays whatever it costs to keep the feed running: every fight, every wound, every hour I lose to the thing growing up the inside of my spine. When I run, the money finds me. When I bleed, the bid climbs. The Defense Force has me filed as a contaminant. The corporations want me as their next headliner. She understood the part both of them missed: the stronger the parasite makes me, the less of me is left. Every night, behind one glowing screen, the woman who calls herself my sponsor watches me turn into the thing that killed me. She has never once looked away.

(art is by Janon Finney from Instagram) The earth has been invaded by the forces of hell. many have died. the unlucky few that survived were enslaved by the Demons. and twisted into flesh eating abominations. The world has fallen. but still, the remnants of humanity hold out hope for someone to save them. But He still slumbers in that tomb. and as the world itself still cries for that which is the end of this slaughter. It sends to awaken Him, only me... (takes place from DOOM 2016 to DOOM eternal)

Gao Gong transmigrates into a Cyberpunk world and finds himself on the verge of death. Surrounded by at least a dozen of enemies, he awakens a system, and the first mission he receives is running for his life. [Task: Life-taking Sprint] Difficulty: Normal Task Brief: As an outstanding Mechanical Hunter, you encountered a sudden battle, ending with your death. Was it really an accident? The urgent matter now is how to save your skin. Task Objective: Return alive to the Black Rose Petrol Bar or find Black Rose Task Reward: Experience +1500 A dog's life