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Return Of The Lightning God

In a world of magic and cultivation, Han Jin is a master of physics. After dying in a high-voltage accident on Earth, cynical electrical engineer Han Jin transmigrates into the body of Ling Jin—a "trash" noble with shattered spirit veins in a world where lightning is feared as a divine curse. Shorthanded and broken, his only ally is Tai-Zhu, the grumpy, reincarnated soul of the fallen Lightning God living inside his mind as a System. While others spend lifetimes meditating on "spirit flow," Jin uses his knowledge of circuits, grounding, and electromagnetism to hack the laws of cultivation. Using silver solder to repair his shattered veins and engineering logic to weaponize the heavens, he begins a "heretical" rise to power. The Great Clans call it divine wrath. Jin just calls it a closed loop. "Magic is just science without a circuit. I’m here to build one" —Han Jin ___ The smell of ozone was the first thing Jin noticed. It was a sharp, metallic scent that reminded him of his final moments in the Seattle rain, reaching for a conductor that had no business being live. Then came the pain. It wasn't a dull ache; it was as if someone were threading white-hot copper wire through his veins. Jin opened his eyes and immediately wished he hadn't. Above him, the sky wasn't blue. It was a bruised purple, swirling with clouds that looked like angry ink blots. "Great," he croaked, his voice sounding like sandpaper on gravel. "I'm in hell. And hell has a terrible weather forecast." "It is not hell, you arrogant biped," a voice boomed—not in his ears, but directly against the inside of his skull. "It is the Azure Peak. And you are currently ruining my favorite crater." Jin scrambled backward, his limbs feeling heavy and uncoordinated. He wasn't wearing his reflective work vest anymore. Instead, he was clad in charred, silk robes. His hands were smaller, the callouses of a forty-year-old engineer replaced by the soft skin of a teenager. Boom. A bolt of violet lightning streaked from the heavens, striking a tree mere inches from his feet. The wood didn't just catch fire; it vaporized. "Okay," Jin said, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "Hallucination. High-voltage induced psychosis. Just close your eyes and wait for the paramedics." [System Initialization: 1%] [Scanning Soul Compatibility... Warning: User sarcasm levels exceed recommended parameters.] [Linking to the 'Will of the Storm'...] "Listen closely, boy," the voice returned, now tinged with a weary impatience. "I am Tai-Zhu. Or I was. Now, I am the only thing keeping your heart from exploding. You have been chosen by the lightning—mostly because you were the only one nearby with a basic understanding of circuits. Don't make me regret this." Jin looked at his palms. Tiny arcs of blue electricity danced between his fingers. He felt a strange, magnetic pull toward the clouds above. For the first time in two lives, he didn't just feel the power—he understood the flow. "A system?" Jin muttered, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across his face. "Fine. But if I'm doing this, we're doing it my way. No more 'Heaven's Will' garbage. We're grounding this operation."
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Slytherin's Bloodline: Legacy of the Merlin

It bowed down to him, eyes of death meeting eyes of Avada Kedavra-green. " Bow to death, Harry ! " The voice was oddly warm, like a summer wind in autumn, tingling through the air like the unearthly voice of a High Elf. "It will be painless. I know, I have been there. Bow to death and move on!" A gentle hand cupped his head; the other hand moved to draw runes on his forehead and his scar. "Sleep well, precious child. May you never live again." And suddenly there was light all around him. His hands, still bleeding, scraped at the asphalt beneath him, lighting up with symbols he had never seen before. His chest ached as it began to glow through his shirt. His eyes hurt as his face started glowing from within, as if from underneath his skin. And then the Phoenix-Patronus returned. It stopped a few inches from his chest, a thrilling voice singing a song filled with death and resurrection. A phoenix-song. He tried to move, he tried to flee, but the hands had a tight grip on him and his limbs were limp. Even if he had tried, he could not move a muscle… Then the fingers on his forehead stopped moving and the hands vanished. He'd have sighed in relief if that hadn't been the moment the Phoenix-Patronus chose to act. Before he could react, the phoenix crossed the last inches to his chest and entered. Fire. A burning sensation filled his senses. Where his skin had glowed a moment before it suddenly was literally on fire. He cried with pain. His body was turning to ash. He could feel it. It felt like he was being sucked through the eye of a needle and then he was gone. He lost consciousness. If you enjoyed this Fanfic and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!
Percival_Lannister · 15.4k Views

God Forced Me to Live as Priestess in Another World for 8 Hours a Day

Shawn Turner was a lazy, foul-mouthed programmer who spent more time insulting strangers on the internet than fixing his own life. Then, one morning, a Bible appeared in his apartment. He threw it in the trash. It came back. No matter how many times he got rid of it, the book kept multiplying… until it finally spoke. It claimed to be God. And God had a job offer. Shawn wasn’t chosen for his virtue, his faith, or his kindness. He was chosen because he needed redemption. The deal was simple: Serve as God’s messenger in another world and spread His word… or face Hell when his life finally came to an end. But redemption does not come without punishment. In the other world, Shawn is reborn as a priestess, capable of performing real miracles—at a severe physical and mental cost. In his own world, he remains the same man he has always been. Eight hours. That’s the maximum amount of time he can stay in the other world before being dragged back to reality. A double life split between two bodies. A man forced to live as a woman in a land of magic. WARNINGS This story contains religious themes used in a fictional and ironic fantasy context. Expect to find: Temporary gender change (only in the fantasy world) Dual-world narrative (modern world + medieval fantasy) Harem Yuri This is not a religious preaching story. Tags Isekai Dual Worlds Temporary Gender Change Religious Fantasy (Fictional) Dark Humor Identity Conflict Redemption Arc No System I'm waiting for permission to publish this novel on Royalroad too!
EiranQ · 21k Views

The Class F Strategist

The kingdom stands on dry tinder: fragile harvests, sealed granaries, and a single rumor strong enough to ignite a city. When a plague of pests devastates the region, the Bunansa branch family does the right thing—opening their stores and rationing food to keep the people alive. The reward is chaos. One foolish shout becomes a chain reaction: looting, arson, and the deaths of Virgil’s parents in the flames. Thirteen-year-old Virgil walks out of that night with a belief carved into him—kindness without control is just another way to invite disaster. A year later, the main family “adopts” him—not to restore him, but to own the story. Virgil is sent to Trivia Garden Academy beside their daughter, reduced to a servant’s role, humiliated in the placement ceremony, and sealed into Class F. In a school built for swords and spells, Virgil chooses books. He spends his allowance on strategy treatises, law codes, logistics manuals—anything that turns chaos into something measurable—while other students buy mana potions and sharpen blades. Virgil isn’t the strongest. He is the most prepared. As academic competition escalates into team war games and field missions, Virgil begins assembling a power no one notices until it’s too late: faction maps, information networks, procedures, and a unit forged from the academy’s “rejects.” Each small win isn’t just a score—it’s a structural change that strips his enemies of options. Meanwhile, the tragedy that destroyed his family starts to reveal deeper roots: supply politics, reputational warfare, and noble games played with human lives. And when Trivia Garden finally sends its cadets to the frontier—where fortresses starve, supply lines snap, and Demonlands bleed into the border—Virgil is ready to prove one thing: War isn’t won by the strongest. It’s won by the one who can change the board.
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Supreme Summoner Overlord: Rise of the Endless Legion

Reidar's seemingly ordinary trip to visit his parents spirals into a chilling nightmare as reality itself begins to unravel. After losing consciousness, he awakens to a horrifying revelation: he is not alone. Monsters lurk in the shadows, and the world he once knew has transformed into a realm of terror. But the strangeness doesn't end there. An alien force has implanted a mysterious system within his mind, granting him access to unimaginable power and knowledge. Through this newfound connection, Reidar discovers that the world has met its catastrophic end—the apocalypse has arrived, and with it, he has acquired extraordinary powers that defy comprehension. Join Reidar on his thrilling quest for dominance as he harnesses his abilities to amass an unstoppable army of beasts, valiant knights, and relentless undead. Follow his rise to power as he becomes a force of nature, feared by all, including those who gave him the very powers he now wields. --Author's Comment-- Other tags: StrongMC, Mystery, LITRPG, Apocalypse, NO HAREM 2-3 chapters a day. I am open to criticism as long as respect and constructive feedback are there. Actually, if you don't like or you are not interested in the book, would you be so kind as to tell me why in a comment or review? I would like to understand if I have to improve something. Ofc, don't just say nO hArEm!1!1||1!! and leave a half-star review because those will be deleted. Thank you to whoever will be serious. :D Oh, the more people are going to vote with power stones and golden tickets, the more visibility the book will have, making it easier for me to continue publishing chapters. If you want to share some thoughts or have a chat with me, you can join the Discord server here: https://discord.gg/dZpb4TBRJc STOP SPAMMING YOUR PRODUCTS ON THE BOOK. EVERY COMMENT ABOUT ITEMS OR SERVICES YOU SELL WILL BE DELETED AND REPORTED.
PilgrimJagger · 554.9k Views