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Win, and I’ll tame the witch. Lose, and I’ll become one myself

[Undead Synthesis | Entry Fusion | Ruthless | Witch Transformation | Slight Yuri Undertone] This world is insane. Gods who’ve lost themselves. Witches who’ve stolen divinity. A Church that publicly worships gods — yet secretly covets their power. Nobles who appear honorable — yet devour people whole behind closed doors. If one were to summarize the entire continent’s history in a single phrase, it would be: “The weak are prey, and profit rules all.” Earthling Hemu reincarnated into such a rotten world — as a minor lord despised by all nobles. Assassinations, ambushes, poisonings, false accusations, rebellions — there’s no “most devious,” only “more devious.” Fortunately, the Transmigrator Administration Bureau hadn’t forgotten to hand out cheats: the ability to plunder others’ entries, fuse entries into stronger ones, and raise an invincible army of the undead. Since the ruling class refused to play fair, she decided to flip the entire board instead. “Assassinate me? Fine — I’ll slaughter your whole family.” “Frame me? Then don’t blame me for framing you back.” “Rebel against me? Too bad — I already control your soldiers.” Manipulating souls, rewriting minds, constructing a Soul Network and building an Underworld in another realm, using alchemy to forge titanic giants, modifying bloodlines to create the ultimate race — and when technology wasn’t enough, she’d simply fuse entries to break all limits. Step by step, she ascended the path to godhood. Yet, who could have foreseen — that the world’s calamity, the ruler of death, the “Little Western Lord” of Heim, the eternally youthful Loli Reaper, the legendary Death Witch, Hel Heim — would one day come to regret most of all the moment she placed upon herself that damned [Witch] entry.
Priest_Violet · 155.8k Views

Man, Machine and Magic

In a universe where humanity spans countless star systems, power is no longer measured by wealth or rank, but by mastery over Ribbon Circuits, living threads of energy woven through flesh and machine. Kaelen, reincarnated from Earth, awakens in the Core, the political and military heart of civilization. Within him lies the encrypted legacy of the First Ribbon Scientist, the genius who fused cultivation with advanced technology. Unlike traditional warriors, Kaelen does not merely wield Ribbons. He engineers them. Clad in heavy crimson war armour threaded with luminous circuitry, he stands at the intersection of Man, Machine, and Magic. Beside him, though the galaxy knows her by another name, stands Seraphine Vale, the universe’s most celebrated stage goddess. Bathed in silver light, she commands billions with a microphone in hand. Yet beyond the stage, she is something far more dangerous: a strategic military commander whose voice can mobilize fleets as easily as it moves crowds. On stage, she shines like a celestial idol. On the battlefield, she is absolute. But beyond the mapped galaxies, the boundary of the universe is thinning. Ancient forces older than Ribbon, older than humanity, press silently against the veil. The ruling councils sense disturbances in the cosmic lattice, yet the truth remains buried. Higher beings are watching, and something is preparing to cross. As humanity celebrates its golden age of expansion, Kaelen’s engineered Ribbons begin reacting to signals that should not exist. The war for civilization has not yet begun. It is about to.
Writer_Harry · 29.1k Views

FREE USE in Primitive World

[Epic Fantasy]+[Civilization Building]+[Racial Wars]+ [Gods]+[God Slayer]+[Thousands of Races]+[WeakToStrong]+[OP MC]+ [Unique Power System]+[Exciting Storyline]+[No Sharing]+[No Yuri]+[Optional Smut] After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts. But in this savage land, one thing was missing. ​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy. ​Until him. ​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use. ​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality. ​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world. ​No woman is off-limits. ​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat. From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed. ​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in. ​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasure But... is this world really that simple? And is this Free Use really just limited to women or it's just a trailer? As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents. A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die. Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods. This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse. Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable: There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs. There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods. The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still rule And somewhere, above it all, were the Gods. Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture. These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego. Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived. Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both. A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance. And into this world… arrives a man who died mid-goon. So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race. [kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Overpowered] [Stone age][Myths] [Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars] *** This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. And since it's a smut, initial chapters will be a bit Smut focused but afterwards it's pure story, action, adventures and a bit of Smut.
Moanarch · 2m Views

Dread Bound

Every New Year’s Eve, the blood moon rises, and with it comes a deadly truth: sleep can mean death. Some who succumb are dragged into the Lunar Plane, a nightmarish expanse ruled by lunar creatures that consume minds. Some humans, known as dreamers, survive the ordeal but at a terrible cost. They wander the creatures’ endless voids, returning only when they escape, their presence feared above all. Society has learned to dread them, seeing them as both a threat and a resource: unstable, unpredictable, yet capable of knowledge, foresight, and psychic power far beyond normal human limits. To control this danger, governments and mega-corporations maintain strict contracts with known dreamers. Some are coerced into monitoring the Lunar Plane, keeping the peace, hunting rogue entities, or extracting intelligence from the void for profit and defense. Others are weaponized for warfare, their unique abilities exploited to infiltrate enemy networks, manipulate adversaries, or sabotage opposing forces on either earth, or the lunar plane in which they are teleported to in their dreams. Wealthy citizens protect themselves with neural implants, anti-dreamer wards, and other advanced technology, creating a stark divide between those who can go toe to toe with dreamers, and those who cannot. Dreamers walk a razor’s edge, feared, exploited, and isolated, their humanity often traded for survival or for the strategic advantage of those who control the world above. Ryven never wished to become a dreamer. He never wanted to roam a void of horrors or wield powers he did not understand, yet after a sudden car crash, he awakens inside a the expanse of a horrifying creature, forced to watch it mimic his friends and family as he struggles to find a way back to life in the world above, a world both dazzling and terrifying in its technological sophistication yet blind to the nightmare many inhabit. As the blood moon rises again, the boundary between life and the Lunar Plane blurs, and Ryven must navigate a world that fears him even as it uses him.
Sourkiwi · 17.7k Views

A Roofer Who Rebuilds the World - A Celestial Blueprint of Ragnarok

The world is collapsing. The gods are reincarnating. And the only man trying to hold everything together… is a roofer. Shane Albright was just a blue-collar contractor trying to keep his crew sober and his construction business alive. He understood the weight of a bundle of shingles and the cost of a bad step on a steep roof. He did not expect to become the structural support of the universe. Everything changes when Shane receives the Celestial Proxy System. What begins as a strange HUD helping him run job sites quickly evolves into something far larger. As the system grows, Shane discovers the world is being quietly dismantled by Apex Negativa, a hidden architect of entropy feeding on division, addiction, and chaos. The System wasn’t built to make Shane powerful. It was built to make him responsible. But Shane isn’t just a contractor with a cosmic cheat code. He is the Scion of the Triple Anchor—born from the essence of the Norn of the Present, the God of Justice, and the God of Silence. As civilization collapses and ancient gods awaken in mortal bodies, Shane begins rebuilding something stronger than governments—communities. Because fate has already decided how this story ends. Ragnarok must happen. And when the world burns, someone will have to rebuild what comes after. Shane Albright just wants to make sure the roof of the world doesn’t leak. ⸻ Gods fight the war. Shane rebuilds the world afterward.
Metaloligist_777 · 35.5k Views