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[Mature Content : R18 | Graphic Scenes] Gyeong In was 19 when his illness finally caught up to him, his life ending in the very hospital where he had spent his last years. Reincarnated as Lucian, a corpulent noble, Gyeong is forced to embrace this new life, and determined to surpass the frail existence he once knew. Armed only with a dysfunctional family and a burning ambition, he sets his sights on ascending beyond the limitations of his new world… and himself. -------------------------------------- Some chapters contain R18 content, but they are not required to understand the main plot. You can skip them if you wish, though they are still canon. At times, I may lean more into a slice-of-life approach, as it is something I have wanted to write for quite some time now. In terms of Harem, I do not plan on having twenty characters who are all madly in love with Lucian. Instead, I intend to focus on a small number of characters and properly develop those relationships. I am not dropping [Vice King] I simply forgot what I wanted to do with it after being forced to take a break. Once I get a good idea and get back into it, I will work on both projects at the same time.

Betrayed by the gods he trusted, Klai Valerius was branded a divine weapon and discarded once his purpose was fulfilled. After witnessing the annihilation of his family and village, he died beneath the judgment of heaven. Reborn with memories intact, a forbidden system, and contracts with forgotten gods, Klai swears to never kneel again. In a world ruled by corrupt deities, noble conspiracies, slavers, and false churches, he will rise in silence—sharpening his blade until even heaven bleeds. This time, the gods will not be watching from above. They will be hunted.

Misdirection (Notebook Page) What is a story? People think a story is a life. Something practical. Something coherent. But most lives aren’t coherent when you’re inside them. They only look clean when someone else holds the timeline in their hands and edits out the parts that don’t make sense. To me, a story starts with three introductions: a place, a time, and a plot. And inside those three things—whether it wants to be there or not—there is always a character. So I’ll start mine the truest way I know how: close to the truth. I am like misdirection, not because I want to deceive you, but because some truths don’t survive being stared at too long. I learned early that the world is full of people who love the shape of truth but hate its weight. They want a headline. They want a villain. They want a hero they can digest and forget. I don’t fit into that kind of mouth. I’ve always felt passive in a world forever changing—like I’m standing still while the scenery rushes by, like I’m older than time but still treated like a child the moment I speak. My face tells on me. My silence tells on me. And if I say, “I’ve seen things,” people hear ego instead of fear. They don’t understand that seeing is not a gift. Sometimes it’s a bruise. I was born where you’re reading this from—this world, this version, this “original.” It can be cruel. It can be healing. Both at the same time. I know what it means to be a colored male and get reminded of it by strangers, by systems, by rooms that go cold when you enter. Sometimes it’s subtle. Sometimes it’s a hand on your shoulder that’s too heavy. Sometimes it’s laughter. Sometimes it’s the way you’re always expected to prove you deserve air. But I’ve been to worlds where it is much worse. And I’ve been to worlds where it’s the opposite. That’s the part that sounds like fiction, so people treat it like fiction. They call it imagination because imagination is safer than admitting the universe has more doors than we were taught. Scientists have theories about worlds beyond the “original.” Yogis talk about barriers. Some people touch the glass. Some press their forehead to it and swear they felt something press back. Me? I didn’t touch the barrier. I grew up with the feeling that it was already cracked. Parallel worlds, people say. But “parallel” makes it sound like train tracks—two lines running forever, never touching. I don’t believe it’s like that. I think these worlds are possibilities—branches of what the original could become, depending on choices, laws, accidents, and forces we don’t name because naming gives them permission. I have been a lot of things in those possibilities. God. Demon. Slave. King. Monster. Nothing at all. I have been rich and poor and non‑existing. I have been human in places where humans don’t exist. I’ve seen lives where magic and immortals and supernatural martial arts shift the very cosmos like it’s a curtain. If that sounds like a show, good. Fiction is the only language people accept for the borderlands. But this isn’t a story about fiction. This is a story about what happens when something from the borderlands decides you’re not supposed to look anymore. Because there was a time when my sight was wide—too wide—and I didn’t know it. I didn’t know there was a window in me. And then, one summer night, when I was fourteen years old, I went to sleep like I always did… …and the window closed. Not gently. Not like someone lowering blinds. Like something with hands. Like something that meant it

Miria led an ordinary life until everything changed. One evening, running late, she decided to take a shortcut to save time. However, this choice led her straight into a trap set by mysterious men who interrogated her about a grimoire she knew nothing about. As they grew frustrated with her confusion, they threatened to harm her. Just when all seemed lost, Miria was saved by Asher, an enigmatic young man with a captivating charm, who vowed to protect her. Yet, this rescue was only the beginning of a tumultuous adventure. Miria soon found herself plunged into a world where supernatural creatures coexist: vampires, werewolves, witches, and many more. As the danger grew, Miria discovered she possessed powers she never suspected. This revelation turned her life upside down, dragging her into a battle for survival against formidable forces. But that wasn’t all—her love life became a whirlwind of confusion, especially because of the deep, mysterious bond she shared with Asher. Amid alliances, betrayals, and revelations, Miria must embrace her destiny and make choices that will not only shape her future but also the fate of this new world she is coming to know. --- Warning This novel may contain explicit scenes, sexual insinuations, or lemon content. Therefore, it is not recommended for readers under 18. Please read responsibly and take this warning into consideration. Thank you for your understanding.

Louis transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter, living just across the street from Harry Potter's uncle's house. This is perfect - looks like he's going to Hogwarts as a student. Just as Louis was contemplating whether he should go to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, he suddenly discovered that he was actually a Muggle. Well, that's screwed up. What's the point of playing this game now? Fortunately, he awakened the Trickster System - as long as he uses lies or sleight of hand to fool others, he can obtain Trick Points to qualify for lottery draws. The Sharingan, Devil Fruits, and various other powerful items and abilities help Louis thrive at Hogwarts like a fish in water. "When a fake wizard becomes more powerful than a real wizard, who can say that the fake wizard is just a Muggle?" Louis said.

Tags: Action · Romance · Crossover · Harem · Power Fantasy Synopsis: Transmigrated and reincarnated as a devil, he ended up with a seductive older-sister-type master, Rias, a self-proclaimed high-ranking devil who often makes nightly “visits.” Another servant, Akeno Himejima, is just as bad—she’s constantly talking about wanting to bear his children. To keep from exhausting his body—and more importantly, to stay alive—he works hard to get stronger. He learns that forming a contract with humans can make a devil more powerful? Then—sign them all! Mai Sakurajima, the Nakano quintuplets, the assassin Yor… every single one! To live a peaceful life with his harem across worlds, Ryuya Kurobane knew he had two choices — become unchallenged in all worlds, or make sure there are no worlds left that can challenge him.

David went to the library looking for a book to learn about world history. But the book he found melts onto his hand and transformed into a sentient AI bracelet. With the help of the new A.I. David’s life of studying and penny-pinching is over, he creates an empire of his own...

A world of magic. A "mage" born without it. And an outrageous f*cking crew. In the Valley Kingdom, where steampunk meets futurism and magic means status, one Guild stands wildly apart: the Black Wolf Knights, or rather—the Black Wolves. Their leader, Greed, carries neither magic nor nobility, only a title he never wanted and a forgotten past. And his crew is as unhinged as they are loyal: A Ghost-mage whose eyepatch hides more than it covers. A powerhouse who hits like a Behemoth and naps like it’s a sport. A vice captain calm enough to fool any con artist. A horned lunatic with zero sense of danger—because she is the danger. A cyborg. A wolfdog the size of a lyconbear. And others just as—if not more—chaotic. The Black Wolves survive on grit, loyalty, and a collection of insanely broken abilities. But when a conspiracy threatens to swallow the Kingdom—and pins the crime on them—they become fugitives in the very nation they swore to protect. Armed with a strange power that defies magic. A crew ready to leap off any cliff with him. And a memory fighting to resurface. Greed, the Black Wolves, and a few allies must face enemies the Kingdom never saw coming. The Valley never believed in them. But they might be their last hope. Expect: - Black Clover meets Final Fantasy meets Six of Crows meets Vox Machina - OP MC from the start with no magic [NOT ANTI-MAGIC], progressively gets even more OP - Harem relationships in the beginning, moderate fanservice (hate me), and strong romance subplot towards the end with only one girl - Multiple perspectives from multiple characters - Intricate plot, tons of world building, character building, backstories, and fighting - A long, ongoing story Author's note: This book is only available on Royal Road, Webnovel, Scribble Hub, Inkitt, Wattpad, and featured on Chereads as well for the time being. If you're reading it anywhere else, it is entirely without my permission.

The 18-year-old Yamato suddenly found himself in the after life, but is unsure on how exactly he ended up there. However his reaction lacked the surprise or confusion one would usually expect form someone in his situation, as he would soon prove to be anything but ordinary. Having always failed finding meaning in his life and those of others, his emotional numbness and tendency to view most people and activities as beneath him becomes apparent when he meets the angel Yuki. Meant to judge his life and actions, things take a turn when he tricks her into agreeing to a wager that would change his and her fate. Achieving victory over the angel, he acquires her devotion and servitude, though he soon discovers the true face her devotion to be pure obsession instead of the benevolence she showed him at first. After a confrontation with God himself about his changed fate, he and Yuki are sent to a new world in hopes of finding what his previous world lacked: meaning. Yuki however has made it her sole purpose to win him over, baiting the slightest bit of affection out of him, genuine or not. Even just experiencing theatrical romance scenarios, which she artificially creates at the cost of others, becomes a normal occurrence. Though not reciprocating her feelings just yet, Yamato cannot stop himself from being captivated by both her beauty and emotional intensity, seeing her as someone who might finally give him the emotional experience he seeks.

The Old World ended when humanity drilled too deep into the planet. By breaking the planet seal, the Domains from another dimension began to emerge. The Deep that destroys cities with a tsunami, the Shining that alters the skies, the Nightmare where terrible creatures rush out from; the chaos that makes every possibility happen at once, and the Abyss that erases everything that gets too close. The Domains connected with the people of Celestia, turning the girls into Witches. They became existences that could reshaped the world at the cost of going insane. In their rampage, they destroy the world and then began making a new one. In desperation, the last researchers of Ark-9 committed their last sin. They stole a soul from another world and then forced it into a new body to create the Chief. The Chief was made to suppress the Witches, to restore the world, and to be a weapon. The Chief was placed in a long sleep under a flooded city. Until finally the dying researchers awoke him for the mission, they have been preparing. The salvation of Celestia. “Fuck off.” Was what Aether said to all of them. “You bastards thought you could tear me from my world, and make me your obedient weapon?” Aether then laughed. “Those Witches you guys hate. I will not hunt them, chain them, force them, or use them as tools for your schemes. But instead, I will love them.” The Ark-9 Researchers erupted in rage. But he continued laughing without a care as their rage was music to his ears. “This is my script now.” The prison that held him shattered as their screams faded into silence. And he stepped into the new world with a smirk. “And I plan to make sure. No Witch escape my love.”

He was swallowed whole. Eaten, his bones spit out. But it wasn't the end. He opened my eyes, and once again, he lived. This time, though, a mouse rather than a fish. He fell from the sky, a parrot, and bleeding out on the jungle floor, he called out in a mimicry of those monkeys: "G-gaud. Gaud. Gaud! Gaud! Gaud!" He thought in his primitive brain, "why can't I be one of them? One of those beautiful, magical creatures. They're the peak, they must be. So why? Why do I have to continue this endless cycle?" And when he awoke, he was a monkey, just like them. A beautiful, magical, monkey, scorned by the world. "But why?" The Boy thought. "Why is it like this? What happened to the magic and the fun and the paradise? Why am I born in shit?" Damn. "Teach me magic," he asked. But the wizard only laughed in his face, watching as his crimes caught up to him. Maybe, just maybe, being 'human' wasn't as great as he thought.

Bu dünyada güç, tanrılardan dilenilmez; kandan sökülüp alınır. Kael Vael'thra, bir lanetle doğduğunu sanıyordu. Bedenindeki mana o kadar yoğun ve ağırdı ki, tek bir kıvılcım bile kemiklerini yakmaya yetiyordu. Hayatta kalmak için gücünü mühürlemek, kendini dünyanın en zayıf insanı gibi göstermek zorundaydı. Ancak kader, zayıflara merhamet etmez. Köşeye sıkıştığında ve ölümle yüzleştiğinde Kael, içindeki kilidi kırmak zorunda kalacak. O, büyücüler gibi elementleri bükmüyor; o, varlığıyla (Aura) uzayı büküyor. Sıradan insanlar seviye atlar. Kael Vael'thra ise evrimleşir. İnsanlıktan, "Kızıl Soy"un zirvesindeki o yırtıcıya dönüşüm başladı.

In this world, awakening a class is extremely rare, especially for children born from a simple background. But most nobles were blessed with the gift of awakening a class at the age of nineteen while only about five percent of commoners would be awakening theirs. However, every single one of them had only one goal in mind, to join the elite warrior party in eradicating the threats of their kingdom. Members of the elite warrior party had fame, riches and everything else anyone could ever asked for, so Ray felt ecstatic when he had been invited to join the elite warriors party. At the age of nineteen, he was from a remote village and all he had ever wanted was nothing more than to go on adventures with his new party members. However, things didn’t work out as he had planned it to be. Not only did he lost his mother, sister and childhood friend, he had also been treated poorly by his team members who were eager to get rid of him at the slightest chance they had. In the end, Ray was used as a sacrifice for their own selfish interests and all he could do was watch as they crushed his skull to paste. But luckily, Ray somehow found himself back to the very day he had Awakened his powers. And now, with the knowledge of the future at the back of his mind, Ray vows to find out the root behind his party members’ actions. Of course, he intends to also cruelly repay each and every one of them for what they had done to him, while also protecting those he had failed to save in his previous life.

A century after monsters poured through the dimensional gates, humanity survived by awakening their Inner Worlds—realms of essence born within the soul. But Drax Magna, a failed awakener scorned by all, possesses none. When a betrayal in a dungeon leaves him for dead, a forbidden power answers his despair. Within his mind blooms the Abyssal World—a realm ruled by a black tree and a crimson moon that watches like an eye. Devouring essence itself, Drax rises from ruin as the thirteenth Monarch—the forgotten sovereign of the Abyss. In a world where strength defines worth, one outcast will rewrite the laws of existence. > “If all creation has a source… then I am its shadow.”

In the world of Aethelgard, light is not a gift; it is private property. The chosen live in floating cities sustained by the vital essence of those who dwell below. For the rest of humanity, only the Abyss remains—a pit of shadows, monsters, and the mechanical refuse of a sky that no longer acknowledges them.Kaelen was an initiate of the prestigious Order of the Silver Edge, until he was betrayed. Used as a “sacrifice of balance” by his own oath-brother, he was cast into the depths of Erebus, where identity is supposed to disintegrate and flesh turns to dust.But Kaelen did not die. He found the Codex of Debt, a forbidden system that governs the laws of existence.In this system, power is not trained—it is negotiated. Every ability has a price: a memory, a sense, an emotion. Kaelen has ceased to be a cultivator and has become a Creditor. By absorbing a fragment of celestial light and corrupting it with the oblivion of the abyss, the first Eclipse was born—an anomaly the System cannot erase and that the Gods of Aethelgard have learned to fear.Now, from the metal slums of the Sump, Kaelen begins his ascent. He does not seek justice; he seeks collection. Manipulating crime lords, forging an army of orphans, and turning every betrayal into an asset, Kaelen has one clear goal.

In the sacred city of Akàra, the Oracle Adebáyò awakens with a vision: the Blood of the Ancient stirs, and a shadow rises in the rival kingdom of Mbòri. Only Kàdàri, a boy with no past but a powerful, mysterious bloodline, can awaken the ancient powers and save Zàfara from looming destruction. Hunted by Mbòri’s deadly forces and guided by the Seeker Zàra, Kàdàri must navigate treacherous forests, awaken his dormant powers, and embrace a destiny he never knew existed. Every step draws him closer to the truth—and closer to the darkness that seeks to consume him.

The crimson sun has descended, bringing horrors and madness, upon the world. Having encountered this crisis,humans awoken as what they call "sorcerers" to fight against this beasts, protecting the world in the process. But the real question is, can they do it? With the world now being inhabited by churches, angels, demons and deites, the balance of the world is hanging by a thread. Will it fall, or will it live?

Harry Potter : Dark Lord Voldemort Voldemort was described as a dark Lord who caused so much chaos that no one dared to even utter his name. Yet how disappointing his return was. What would happen if Voldemort were truly cunning, as Tom Riddle was described? What if he were not just an arrogant dark wizard but one who truly put despair in the heart of his enemy? What if his ideas and plans were so sinister that he would truly become the Darkest Wizard of all time? And what if such a Voldemort knew exactly what was going to happen? ---- Release: (Fri, Sat, Sun) Disclaimer: This fanfic explores the dark world of magic, containing but not limited to blackmail, death, and emotional manipulation. By reading this, you acknowledge that this is a pure fiction work that neither represents the author's nor anyone's view. All characters are of adult age, even if it is otherwise stated in the book. AI has been used only for the cover image.

A Shapeshifter kept in stasis since the end of the first Wizarding War finally awakens at the age of 11. Born with two distinct identities and fathered by a man widely considered a Dark Lord...How will Lunaris and Solaris, twins sharing a singular body, fare against the craziness that is the Wizarding world?