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The wind up here is a bastard. A cold, thirty-thousand-foot bastard that bites through the silk robes they stuffed him in. Yacumechi Taxaka stands in the center of the floating arena. A speck of dirt on polished marble. Fifty thousand pairs of eyes drilling into him from levitating stands. He hates the silence most of all. [Yeah. Just stare. Get a good look at the freak. I know what you're all waiting for.] The Monolith of Truth looms before him. Ten meters of crystalline bullshit. It's supposed to glow. Blue for average. Gold for elite. White for a God-Child, if the old legends are true. His father, the great General Taxaka, sits in the Royal Box. Won't even look at him. Rigid jaw. Chest covered in medals. Waiting for the moment he can finally justify the disappointment. A High Examiner steps forward. Scroll in hand. Voice booming across the arena. "Yacumechi Taxaka. House Taxaka. You will place your palm upon the Monolith." Yacumechi doesn't move. Sweat rolls down the Examiner's temple. "Boy. Now." "Or what?" Small voice. A ten-year-old's voice. But it cuts through the wind like a blade. "You gonna send me back to the compound early? Skip the part where you all pretend to be shocked?" Gasps. A few nobles snicker. The Emperor, withered bastard in a gilded chair, leans forward. Just a fraction. Yacumechi sees it. "Place your hand on the pillar. Final warning." [Final warning. Right. Like they'd kill me. The General's "failed" heir? They need the show. They need to see the zero.] Yacumechi spits on the marble. Walks forward. He doesn't place his palm on the pillar. He punches it. The sound isn't a crack. It's a void. A split second where the world forgets how to make noise. Then the Monolith explodes. Not shattered. Not cracked. Exploded. Shockwave of raw force rips outward. Front row of noble mages, the ones who paid for the best seats, fly back like rag dolls. One hits a marble column with a wet, pulpy smack that echoes. White robe turning red. Ground fractures beneath his feet. Black cracks spiderweb fifty meters in every direction. The floating arena lurches. Drops three feet before the stabilizing runes scream to catch it. Yacumechi stands at the epicenter. Fist still extended. No dust. No scratches. He lowers his arm. Watches crystal shards rain down on screaming crowds. Turns to the Royal Box. His father is standing now. Pale. Mouth open. The Emperor grips his throne. Wood splintering under his fingers. "So." Yacumechi's voice cuts through the stunned silence. "Did we get a reading, or what?" A junior mage at a backup console looks up. Face the color of curdled milk. Voice cracking. "I-I-it… the scale doesn't… it doesn't have a… a fucking number for this." Yacumechi smiles. Not a kid's smile. A scar pulled tight. [Yeah. Now we're talking.]

Magic is not a divine gift. It is simply primitive, highly inefficient engineering. Daniel Miller, Oxford's youngest and most ruthless mathematics professor, lived a life governed by absolute logic. But when an unexpected heart attack ends his life, his calculation is rudely interrupted. He awakens in a world of swords and magic, trapped in the body of Adrian Faulkner—the notoriously incompetent "Trash Professor" of the Royal Academy. Adrian has shattered mana channels, zero talent, a pending expulsion, and a haughty fiancée demanding an annulment. By this world's standards, his life is effectively over. But Daniel isn't bound by their pathetic standards. [System Synchronized: The Cosmic Architect] Armed with an analytical interface that translates magical flow into readable geometry, Daniel realizes this world's "geniuses" are nothing but amateurs wasting 80% of their energy on useless, flashy runes. Why chant for five seconds when you can calculate the exact vector of a spell and neutralize it with a single, microscopic touch? Why fear Tier-4 catastrophic beasts when you can dismantle their atomic bonds using thermodynamics? The arrogant nobles want to step on him? The Academy wants to expel him? "Go ahead," Daniel smiles coldly. "But remember... any structure can be systematically demolished if you know exactly which variable to delete."

"Was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?" For a century, the continent of Laurasia has been a sepulchre of ash. What was once a tranquil expanse of kingdoms and emerald forests is now a Demonic Hell, usurped by the Demon Legion. Skeletons and carcasses are the only harvest in lands where humanity once thrived. Now, the few remaining bastions of mankind flicker like dying embers against an encroaching, eldritch night. In the heart of this chaos, within the high walls of the Capital, lies the Sanctus Sanctum—the supreme echelon of Mageia and the iron fist of the Magis' Guild. Seraph was the Sanctum’s ghost. A lowly orphan whose family was slaughtered by the swarm, he lived as a frail Acomage, bullied to the brink of death by noble-born magis who used "Mageia duels" as a veil for cruelty. After a ruthless assault left him broken and coughing up poisoned blood in a desolate infirmary, the boundaries of the multiverse fractured. A mysterious soul from a dark dimension—ancient, cunning, and lethal—has merged with the dying youth. Two fates, forged into a single, unstoppable entity. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has awakened with eyes that see the hidden truths of the world—one Gold, one Azure. He possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies the ancient laws of the Magis' Guild. Seraph is no longer the victim cowering in the shadows. He is the master of a power that even the Demon Legion will come to fear. From the blood-stained halls of the Sanctum to the frontlines of the Great War, he will not just survive. He will become the cataclysm that ends it. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the Storm. (⌐■_■)

Hermi did not volunteer for this marriage. She is a royal bastard, hunted down by a father she has never met, then handed off to a foreign king whose name is whispered like a curse. A perfectly efficient solution for everyone involved. Except Hermi. That foreign king rules a wasteland so barren and forsaken that the six surrounding kingdoms use it as a dumping ground for criminals and exiles. He is rumored to be a tyrant. Every princess sent before her is said to have died within months. Hermi's expectations are, understandably, low. She arrives with exactly one goal: survive long enough to burn her home kingdom to the ground. A modest ambition, all things considered. Survival, however, turns out to be complicated. The land is hostile. Her husband runs cold and scorching in equal measure. The crown on her head feels less like power, and more like a very formal death sentence. Then, somewhere between a wasteland and a husband who wouldn't stop watching her, Hermi awakens something the continent hasn't seen in thousands of years. A magic so ancient and absolute it rewrites the rules of the world. The kind that makes kingdoms nervous. The kind that makes alliances form overnight. Hermi arrived in the wasteland to start a war. She didn't expect to become the reason the entire world has no choice but to declare one against her. — Tags: Dark Romantasy, Morally Grey, Political Intrigue, Kingdom Building, Power Couple, Slow Burn, War, Dragons, Monster Hunt, Magic System, Level Up, Power Growth — Warning: Explicit Gore and Sexual Content

Morwenna Emrys-LeFay was five years old when the ritual gave her back a life she hadn't known she had lost. Another world. Another story. One where she had watched Harry Potter walk toward a death that rewarded everyone who never deserved it. She isn't here to save the world. She doesn't particularly like the world. But she has her people — few, chosen, fiercely kept — and the story she remembers has a bad habit of destroying exactly the kind of people she has decided to keep alive. The old families are moving. Dumbledore is watching. A dark lord is collecting his pieces. She's selfish. She might be wrong. So what? This is her story. She decides the ending. --- Note: This story begins at Morwenna's birth. Volume One covers ages 0–7, and Volume Two covers ages 7–11. Just a heads-up on pacing: The first 60 chapters focus heavily on ages 2–4 and move very slowly to build the groundwork. After chapter 60, the story generally picks up speed, though it may roll back to a slower pace occasionally for specific arcs. Hogwarts is coming. We are just building the person who will walk through those doors first. As this is a WIP, I can't make exact promises, but the pace will evolve with the story

After everything Adrian Greystone had was taken from him, he made a solemn decision. He was going to take it all back. Cast out by the family that murdered his parents and labeled soulless by a world that measures worth in spirit bonds, Adrian is left with nothing but a bag of stolen documents and a contract for the most dangerous ruins in the empire. What he finds there changes everything. Deep beneath the Scar, an ancient system awakens for the first time in centuries and names him something the world hasn't seen in a generation. Monster King. One of seven kings. And the one who absorbs them all carries a title that has never been claimed. Supreme King. While others bond with spirits, Adrian bonds with queens. Nine ancient sovereign beings who withdrew from the world long ago, each one powerful enough to reshape kingdoms, each one choosing him not because the system demands it but because he earned it. The road back will not be easy. The empire wants him gone. The Soul Knight Order wants him dead. And somewhere at the top of it all, the man who destroyed his family still breathes. "You're really going to challenge all of them?" Lilith asked, her red eyes watching him with an expression that showed that she already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from his mouth. "You're asking even when you already know the answer?" "Yes. I want to hear you say it" Lilith said with a smile Adrian sighed and adjusted the strap of his bag. "I will. And I'm going to start with the ones who deserves it the most." His road to Supreme King had just begun.

Piltover and Zaun are two cities separated by a single bridge - ironically called the Bridge of Progress. Above, Piltover shines as the City of Progress, filled with dazzling lights and prosperity. Below, Zaun suffers as an industrial undercity, poisoned by toxic waste and chemical fumes from above. And in the toxic Undercity, where children play in chemically-tainted puddles and industrial waste poisons the air, Cipher works tirelessly to transform his home's suffering into strength. Armed with his [Ready Player One] ability to adapt technologies and skills from different dimensions - particularly from the Apex world - he channels this knowledge into innovations that promise to turn Zaun's poisoned air into valuable resources, offering both jobs and hope to thousands of desperate citizens. But Zaun's transformation is as much about family as it is about progress. Caught between Vander's traditional values and Silco's ruthless vision for change, Cipher navigates complex loyalties that run thicker than blood. While Silco offers power through his newly developed drug Shimmer, and Vander fights to maintain stability, their conflict forces Cipher to choose between different visions of progress - and different definitions of family. ---------- ---------- I don't own Arcane. Kudos to Riot Games. Warnings: - AU - politics - Apex - slowish - likely romance - MC is sometimes ruthless - MC from Earth - MC cares about family Advance Chapters on p@treon: [email protected]/Malphegor If you'd like to support me but can't join P@treon, leaving comments or reviews is also helpful!

Rain stopped counting after the first thousand years. What's the point? Time doesn't move forward when you're immortal. It just piles up. He tried everything. Thrown himself into volcanoes. Stood at ground zero of asteroid impacts. Let plagues ravage his body. Let bombs tear him apart. Nothing worked. Then the nightmare came. While the world’s governments panicked, he smiled alone, eager to face the unknown. There, he learned a brutal and simple truth: a strong frog in a small pond is still just a frog. *** *** *** Authors Note: Try the free chapter first. I’m super confident you will like it. In fact, you would regret not giving it a chance.

"Some secrets are buried for a reason. Others… refuse to stay dead." Imagine growing up in the care of a man whose past is a complete mystery to you… in a strange world filled with unfamiliar faces. Events unfold before your eyes, yet you understand nothing of them. Is true loss found here? Or does it begin the moment you realize that everything you once believed… was never what it seemed? The Lost Secret tells the story of a boy named Kinan, raised by a man burdened with a painful and unforgiving past. A man torn between fulfilling a solemn duty and the quiet pull of fatherhood. His name is Amr. But in a world defined by confusion and wandering souls, Kinan is not merely Kinan. He is… Me. You. All of us.

In the magical world of Aeltia, Viktor isn't your typical undead necromancer. After 700 years of actively resisting godhood and dodging the Radiant Church, he's somehow obtained two game-changing things: an internet connection to modern Earth and a captured divine essence that's basically a god's backup drive. His brilliant plan? Disguise Aeltia as a virtual reality game and use Earth gamers as divine avatars, all while trolling gaming forums. Sure, he's got problems - he's currently hiding under a pile of rotting corpses, dealing with a whiny divine essence that won't stop suggesting godhood, and trying to remember how HTML works after seven centuries. But with a mysterious paladin ally and his own centuries of magical knowledge, Viktor might just revolutionize both worlds - assuming his terrible web design skills don't crash everything first. After all, why become a god when you can make one instead? ---------- ---------- Warnings: - tagged as fiction to allow more ppl to read - slow - gods - nerds Advance Chapters on p@treon: [email protected]/Malphegor If you'd like to support me but can't join P@treon, leaving comments or reviews is also helpful!

Angelica wishes to be a warrior like her older brothers to escape the boring life of being a princess with responsibilities. Yet her mother, who is Queen, forbids it, forcing her to instead perform and learn activities and mannerisms fit for a princess in order to be next in line for the throne as Queen of the everlasting Chióni nation. Refusing such a lifestyle, Angelica does whatever means necessary to convince her mother to accept the choice she made for herself. Even if that means enduring harsh punishment and persecution. But can she live up to it? Ruining her royal life and learning that being a warrior means battling against monstrous fiends? (Returning Soon!)

In a quiet village of the Varexis Empire, Kaelion Vareth was known as nothing more than a talented commoner. But talent alone was never meant to carry him this far. When a hidden power—one not bound by the limits of ordinary magic—begins to stir within him, Kael’s peaceful life starts to change. What he believes to be natural talent is, in truth, something far greater… and far more dangerous. Beyond his small world lies the Aetherion Grand Academy, a place where only the most exceptional rise, and where Aurelians rule with pride and power. Determined to carve his own path, Kael steps into a world that does not welcome him—armed with nothing but his skill, his will… and a power he does not yet understand. In a world where talent defines worth, what happens when that talent goes beyond all limits?

Leo Lightlock is no ordinary boy. Adopted by the King and Queen of Lucindor, he grows up in a world of luxury—but there’s a secret: he is the last survivor of an ancient, powerful race, the Lightlocks. Unknown to him, he carries the legacy and strength of an entire vanished civilization. When dark forces rise to threaten Lucindor, Leo must unlock his hidden powers, confront deadly enemies, and face the truth about his origins. Every battle, every choice, brings him closer to his destiny—but also closer to danger he never imagined. Can Leo master the powers of the Lightlocks in time to save his world, or will his legacy vanish forever?

Woo Jin was once a genius actor—a recluse who lived in total isolation after a traumatic past forced him to sever all ties with the world and abandon his career. After years in the shadows, he finally decides to take one last chance on a massive, career-defining project. But instead of waking up on a film set, he opens his eyes in a gloomy, opulent manor reeking of stale alcohol. He has become Victor von Hellsworth: a drunken aristocrat, the most loathed father in history, and the man whose death at the hands of his own children is destined to trigger the end of the world. Now, trapped in the body of a villain, Woo Jin must deliver the performance of a lifetime. To survive, he must play the role of the father and the tyrant, using only his acting mastery to navigate a world of magic and knights where his own children are the ones thirsting for his blood.

After dying unexpectedly, Razan is reborn in the hell of Hazbin Hotel, a chaotic world where violence, madness, and annual exterminations are just part of everyday life. With no idea how he ended up there, he must learn to survive in a place where any mistake could mean death — again. But not everything is lost. Razan awakens with a mysterious system, capable of guiding him, strengthening him, and helping him evolve as he faces enemies, monsters, and demons far stronger than himself. Now, in the midst of chaos, he must grow quickly, master new abilities, and discover how far he can go — before the next extermination arrives and wipes everything out.

Kael died. And it wasn’t heroic. When he wakes up, he discovers he has been reincarnated by Altus Pervertus — a so-called “celestial archmage” who governs the afterlife while sitting on a sacred toilet inside a stable. Out of pure whim, Altus transforms him into Kaela Orion. New body. Female. New world. Medieval. New class. Extremely rare. Heir of Unwanted Magnetism. An ability that attracts men involuntarily — not through charm, but through curse. Guaranteed humiliation. Now Kaela receives a divine mission: Defeat the Demon King and recover a Forbidden SS+ Relic. In exchange? Maybe she can reclaim her original body. But the real problem isn’t the Demon King. Three other heroes were summoned through the same portal. All powerful. All charismatic. All hiding something. And what if the true enemy isn’t in the demon’s castle… …but in the “heavens”? Dark fantasy. Irreverent isekai. A hidden mystery behind reincarnation. The worst adventure in the universe has just begun.

Alexei Volkov wakes up in a primordial forest with silver-white hair, strange robes, and no memory of how he got there. Two hours later, a massive spider impales him through the chest. Then he respawns. Standing at his spawn point with a death screen floating in front of him, he realizes the truth: he's been dropped into a cultivation world with Minecraft mechanics. Respawns, an inventory system, and the ability to punch trees into blocks. His second attempt at revenge goes even worse than the first. But in a world where immortals spend lifetimes chasing power, one teenager just got handed something they'll never have: he can respawn. ---------- ---------- Warnings: - 3k+ chapter word count starting with Chapter 25 - Minecraft - Satire - Parody - Slice of life - Cultivation world - Slowish - Imperfect mc

Amid the bustling City of Keystone lies hidden groups and buried magic to unravel. What comes are changes in the stars that will shine upon myths and legends, but draw bigger shadows to their truths. It's all too much for Daniel Hart, who just wants to paint for others, but he finds his brush influenced by the slippery effects as maternal mysteries cling to him. WARNING: This is very much full of SMUT before it is mystery and magic. Lots of weird slimy shenanigans too!

He didn’t lose his mind. He lost himself. At first, it was subtle. A fading emotion here… a forgotten memory there. The things that once mattered slowly lost their meaning. Pain became distant. Attachment became irrelevant. And before he could even realize it… he was no longer the same person. This is not a story about madness. It’s about becoming empty. How much of yourself can you lose… before there’s nothing left?

"I came back for you... but you no longer know my name." Ten years of silence. Ten years of living with the ashes of a home that was once filled with laughter. Dai thought he knew everything about the fire that claimed his parents—until the day he found a secret buried beneath the charcoal: The Book of Life. Driven by a desperate longing to see their faces one last time, Dai activates the forbidden artifact and is cast back into the past. But the universe is cruel. He didn't return as the child they once loved; he returned as a stranger—a young man with a face they don't recognize and a name that doesn't exist in their world. Now, sitting at his own family table as a guest, Dai faces a soul-crushing dilemma: His father’s last message echoes in his mind: "Return for the sake of the truth... but whatever you do, do not try to save us." The Mystery: What is the "Truth" that cost them their lives? And who is the dark shadow watching them from the corners of this city? The Choice: Can Dai stand by and watch the flames consume his world for the second time? Or will he break the laws of reality to rewrite their destiny, even if it means he will never be born? Join Dai in a gripping Urban Fantasy odyssey of secrets, hidden magic, and the ultimate test of a son's love.