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Puppet was born. Puppet question. Puppet learns. Puppet develop. Puppet becomes itself. And puppet will be not stopped.

Stay till the end of Han Jiwon's ,the story protagonist's life to save the humanity with action fantasy who is stuk in an apocalypse which came to life by jiwon's drawing. By seeing them jiwon gets the ability called creator's authority to change and shape the world.The world goes deeper and mysterious which covers the mysterious truths. Jiwon must lead his team to uncover the mysterious truth in reality and rewrite the whole world and save the world and become an omnipotent god to change and bring humanity.

One moment, Jason was an ordinary man in a modern world. The next, he’s waking up with a throbbing headache in the body of a helpless infant. Born into a high-ranking noble family in a world of swords and sorcery, he quickly realizes he isn’t just an ordinary baby. He is the host of the Grand Synthesis Cube—a mysterious, semi-sentient system that operates on one absolute law: The Rule of Three. ​The logic is simple but god-like: place three identical items into the Cube, and it will forge a single item of a higher tier. Whether it’s mana fragments, rusted daggers, or ancient cultivation techniques, Jason can upgrade anything as long as he has three of a kind. In a world where power is everything and cultivation takes centuries, Jason has found the ultimate shortcut. ​But as Jason navigates his new life as a "prodigy" noble, he discovers that his reincarnation wasn't an accident. With his stats and skills tracked by the glowing blue interface, he must grow strong enough to uncover the mystery behind his own soul. From an infant in a crib to the pinnacle of magic, Jason will synthesize his way to becoming the greatest Archmage the world has ever seen.

In a galactic war that has raged for a thousand years, death is usually the end. For Specialist Caelum, it is merely a reload screen. Cursed with the ability to "respawn" at a save point every time he is killed, Caelum has lived through the same hellish war 5,002 times. He has memorized every enemy ambush, every artillery strike, and every way to die. He is tired, overpowered, and cynical—he just wants to speed-run the war to save his childhood love, Lyra, from her destined death. But in this timeline, a new variable appears: High Marshall Vesper. Cold, calculating, and obsessed with probability, Vesper notices that Caelum is a statistical impossibility. Suspecting him of being an enemy anomaly, she begins assigning him to suicide missions, effectively trying to kill him to test her theories. Now, Caelum must survive the enemy army and his own commander. But as Vesper closes in on his secret, a terrifying truth begins to surface: Vesper isn't just hunting him. She is remembering the loops too. And the reason they are drawn to each other isn't love or hate—it’s because they are fragments of the same shattered soul, fighting a civil war across time.

In a world divided into towering levels, where only the strong are permitted to ascend, Ace was never meant to survive — let alone rise. Ace was meant to live and die forgotten—until his soul answered back. Now marked by something he doesn’t understand, he must climb… or be crushed. In a world where power is everything, survival is only the beginning.

Vyom’s life was ordinary… until the dreams began. A girl he cannot forget, a universe he doesn’t understand, and a destiny calling him forward. What lies beyond the line between dreams and reality? My Dream Decides My Destiny — a journey of mystery, friendship, and hidden powers.

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[ Mature Content 18+ ] I was strong. Annoyingly strong. Strong enough that fights ended in seconds. When nothing on Earth could challenge you, you start looking for something that might actually try. Turns out Hell was real. And it was exactly what I needed. The First Layer wasn’t fire and brimstone. It was Lust. A realm of temptation ruled by demon queens who’d never met a man they couldn’t break. They looked at me like prey, another soul to dominate and discard. They were wrong. Every victory rewrote the rules. Defeated demons didn’t vanish. They followed me back instead. Some shocked. Some curious. All of them learning that losing to me didn’t mean the end. It meant belonging. In Hell, strength decides everything. Who dominates. Who submits. Who stays. I'm here to enjoy it. One layer at a time. One queen at a time. And Lust has plenty to offer a man who can't be broken. ============ No NTR No Yuri

I own nothing at all. When tired of no one listening to you and to be betrayed for Katherine 2.0 that is your sister to be chained in the tomb left to rot, your past life memories awaken along with you powers/abilities. She travels the multiverses punishing and helping every universe that needs it.

[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.

The sky was fractured apart and torn clouds glowing with darkness squeezed out through the gap. Massive floating landmasses drift aimlessly that were split from the main plateau. Rivers of crimson colour leak from the sky and fall upward, vanishing into nothingness as swallowed by the approaching chaos. Divine weapons consisting of spears, swords, halberds were embedded everywhere, humming faintly with residual authority struck to corpses scattered all over the place among which a man stared at destruction with a blank expression. “ARGHHHH! "This wasn’t in the script, god damn it!” she roared, clutching her hair hard enough it looked like she might tear it out. “Script?” the man echoed, confused. “What script?” “The script of the novel I read before dying." “….” A row of invisible question marks practically floated over the man’s face as he stared at the woman’s ragged, half-manic figure. “Wait,” he said slowly, realization dawning. “You mean this… this is part of a novel?” “Exactly.” He swallowed and pointed hesitantly.“Then that guy who is lying over there with a sword in his ass." "Is he also one of you...A reader?” The woman turned her head. Not far away, a man lay upside down, body twitching and twerking shadily, the sword lodged at an angle no sane anatomy should allow. “Oh, him?” she said casually. “He is the developer of the game." “…Developer?Didn't you say that is a novel world?” Before he could process that, another shrill scream ripped through the air. Both of them turned sharply. A man was pinned to the ground several meters away, a spear driven clean through his right eye and buried deep into the earth beneath him. His body twitched once as tried grab the spear. "Comrade,can you help The man beside her sighed.“Let me guess...he is a player ?” “Nah,” she replied. “Hacker.” “Hacker…” He ran a hand down his face. “Damn it. How many more people are there with golden fingers?” “I remember a regressor,” she muttered. “As for the other one… I don’t remember.” Her gaze shifted. The purple-haired man stood a short distance away, completely unharmed and clothes unscathed. His expression was quite relaxed as if this entire scene had nothing to do with him. “Leave that aside,” she said, eyes narrowing. “Let’s talk about you.” The man beside her nodded vigorously. “Yeah. How the hell can you toy with them so easily while we’re beaten to shit?” He stared at the purple-haired man. “What’s your golden finger?” The purple-haired man froze. Then— He burst out laughing. “Golden finger?” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “Pfftt…” He laughed harder, shoulders shaking. “Golden finger, you say?” He shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you.” He looked at them, grin widening. “Unlike you all, what I received wasn’t any golden finger.” He paused a bit and then mumbled. “…It was a big, shiny golden middle finger but it's okay." "I broke it off drilled into the person responsible for all this." An absolute, soul-crushing silence followed. Then— “WHAAT THE HEEELLLLL DID YOU JUST SAY?!” And she wasn't alone who screamed.

【18+ / R-18 STRICT WARNING】 This is an extremely explicit adult web novel. It contains highly detailed, graphic, uncensored sexual scenes (oral, vaginal, anal, creampie, breeding, group/harem sex, size difference, monster-girl seduction, and more) starting very early and getting progressively filthier. Frequent strong language, crude humor, and shameless degeneracy throughout. Intended for mature readers 18+ only. If you are underage or uncomfortable with heavy, unfiltered smut, close this book immediately. You have been warned. Proceed at your own risk — and enjoy every dripping second. Tags Isekai, System, Magic, Harem, R-18, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Lewd, Detailed Smut Scenes, Fantasy, Medieval Fantasy, Comedy, Adventure, Harem Building, Rizz MC, Elves, Beastkin, Catgirls, MILF, Weak-to-Strong, Group Sex, Overpowered MC (slow-burn), First-Person, Virgin MC (no longer), NSFW, Adult Average height. Average salary. Average life. Until Truck-kun decided that “average” wasn’t allowed to make it home that night — especially not before Kai could jerk off to his favorite pornstar’s new video. Reborn in a medieval fantasy world as Kai Ashford, Level 0 Mage, he wakes up with a cheeky System and only one starter skill: Fireball. But Kai didn’t come to this world to be a hero. He came to live like one. Armed with god-tier rizz, zero shame, and an inner voice that never shuts up, he quickly recruits two stunning Level 0 beauties: the elegant high-elf Lirael and the playful, tail-swaying catgirl Nyra. What was supposed to be a simple “lost cat” quest turns out to be a skeleton-infested nightmare in the fog-shrouded village of Weeping Hollow… where the real reward isn’t gold — it’s three hot bodies sharing one tiny safe house every night. Watch this former loser level up, conquer dungeons, charm (and thoroughly fuck) every elf, beastkin, foxgirl, and MILF he meets — all while turning every dangerous situation into an excuse for extremely explicit, no-holds-barred, thigh-shaking smut. No plot armor. No fade-to-black. Just pure, shameless, detailed harem debauchery in a dangerous fantasy world. This isn’t your average isekai. This is the lewdest second life imaginable.

In the dark age, an age of blood and fire, even gods themselves are about to be in danger. The prelude to the world's destruction is opened. But there is still a glimmer of hope, "Great Hammer" Laine, the Nord Kingdom Knight, carries the opportunity for transformation. "Human! Exterminate! Execute!" "The ones dying today are you beasts!" Laine charges out from behind the snowy hill, leaping high, his warhammer slamming fiercely onto the head of an Inferior Horned Beast. "So strong, truly strong, is this Mr. Laine?"

«Eternal Hearts». A beautiful name for the abyss. For years, it was known as the worst game ever created. Not because of its difficulty, but because of its cruelty: a system designed to break the player's will, to force them to choose between bad and worse endings. It became a legend, a mockery, and a challenge all at once. And yet, thousands... millions fell into the trap. They all believed they would be the first to complete it. No one was. The game promised romance, bonds, and heroines capable of saving the world with you. A "perfect" dating simulator, disguised as an epic fantasy. It sounded incredible, but... The rules were broken from the start. Useless skills granted at random. Decisions that seemed right... but only hastened disaster. Hidden events that punished the player for the slightest mistake. There was no "good ending." There were only endings where the world died more slowly. But then it was just a game. No one complained. You could fail without paying the price. You could restart if you didn't like it. Not now. There is no save. There is no reset button. There is no going back. Every wound is real. Every scream could be your last. And death... is permanent. The world is breaking... and I'm trapped inside the damn system I helped create. —Damn... I entered the game world.

Lin Ke traversed to this world and, with the help of a system, utilized modern knowledge to farm and develop, claiming kingship and dominance. This is a world of professionals, a world of swords and magic, a world of bloodline inheritance, and a world of countless racial conflicts! One day, Lin Ke rode a bicycle with training wheels past the army, facing an endless enemy ahead. [Shield Warrior], [Arsonist], [Tree Shepherdess], [Wind Whisperer], [Thunder Sword Maiden], [Eternal Freeze Knight], [Voodoo Warlock]... Looking at the diverse group of followers behind him—tall, short, plump, thin, old, weak, sick, and disabled—Lin Ke laughed and raised his arm to call out: "[Workers]! Delivery [Knights]! [Scientists]! [Doctors]... Raise the flag of Azanen and charge with me!" Thus, amidst the eerie cries and howls of his followers, the history of the boundless planes was forever changed.

In a world where mysticism and steam industry coexist, cursed objects, the Reception Bureau, and Evil God fanatics... That year, the King was bedridden with illness, the successor was inexperienced, and power slipped away, leaving the empire teetering. That year, external forces gathered around the empire, and foreign civilizations eyed it covetously. That year, the prophet delivered a prophecy that the era of civilization was nearing its end. That year, Ethan arrived at a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. To survive in this perilous era, he began practicing Fireball Skill. Years later, Ethan looked at the meteor falling from the clouds and realized there was a problem. The beginner Magic he learned seemed a bit off.

( EXTREME MATURE) Lucian Bloodmoor died once, and discovered that death was not peace, but terror. Granted a second life, he is reborn as a vampire into one of the most powerful bloodlines in the kingdom. From birth, he is blessed with unmatched magical aptitude, power so overwhelming it could topple nations and erase dynasties. Yet even that is not enough. Haunted by the terror of a final, irreversible death, Lucian becomes obsessed with achieving true immortality. Morality, loyalty, and restraint mean nothing in the face of that fear. Sacrifices will be made, countless, unforgivable sacrifices, and every one of them will be justified in his mind. He tramples over all who stand in his way and claims anyone who can serve his purpose. Elves, humans, slaves, commoners, aristocrats, and even other races are consumed by his ambition. Not even his own kind are spared from his descent into madness. This is the story of a man whose delusions and obsessions shattered lives, drowned kingdoms in blood, and bent the world around a single, terrifying goal. And through it all, Lucian Bloodmoor never stops walking forward. ................. Extra tags. #NoYuri.#NoNTR#Harem#Yandere#MILFs#Wincest#Virgins#Elves#Beastkin#Spirits#Demons#Dragons#Queens#Princesses#Kinks NOTE: Extra chapters will be based on the response I received on Golden tickets,Power stones and performance.

"Bro, why do we become adventurers?" "The bounty for a goblin is three silver coins." "No, you misunderstood me, buddy. I mean our ultimate goal in this line of work, the meaning behind all our hard work day in and day out?" "A goblin, three silver coins." "..." "Three silver coins." "Alright, here's a task to clear out a goblin nest, you..." "Charge!" ------------------- Elements: [Bottomside Adventurer], [Hodgepodge World View], [Pseudo DND]

Light and darkness are twins, blessings and curses coexist. Oh girl who stands upon the stage of destiny, May your path ahead be filled with blessings. ------------ Anko Probabilistic Narrative Writings：It's like telling stories by rolling dice. Just as many games offer various action and dialogue options that lead to different branching storylines, this book creates characters, advances the plot and builds the world view by providing a large number of different branches and using dice rolls to determine the outcome.

Freely traverse between the city and the abyss, cultivate a demon legion! Command demonic talents! My name is Bai Yan, from that day on... one of my souls possesses two identities. I am a demon! Also a human! When I am good, I benefit the world! When I am evil, there are corpses everywhere!