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The Exiled Lord: My Maid is a Battle Goddess

In a world torn apart by rifts and constantly ravaged by countless races, the only hope of every species rests upon Lords and the Divine Chosen. Each lord, however, can only form a contract with a single Divine Chosen. Only women can become Divine Chosen. They are the inheritors chosen by the gods, and their strength and abilities are closely tied to the lord’s power of development. … A man transmigrated into this world, arriving in the body of a young man named Phield and taking his place. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he learned that he was about to be exiled by his incompetent father and vicious stepmother to a corrupted land crawling with monsters. Worse still, it was not only his family that was rotten. The corruption had spread across the entire empire —no, the entire world. Cruel and corrupt nobles, cultists who worship dark elves, and conspiracies lurking everywhere all relentlessly persecuted Phield. He cast aside the kindness and cowardly personality of the original host. Awakening a lord’s talent that belonged to him alone, he longed for anything that could drag him out of the abyss. What he awakened was a legacy. While others relied on knights and their Divine Chosen to fight in battle, countless sacred figures appeared behind Phield. Looking down upon the entire world, Phield slowly said, “I do not have only one Divine Chosen behind me. A shattered era is about to be renewed.” —————————————————— Discord:https://discord.gg/H9S8kXXFc
Cooperluca125 · 536.5k Views

Breaking Into Another World: I Will Save My Sister!

------------------- A Canadian man crosses into another world to search for his little sister, who was forcefully summoned years ago. As he navigates this strange new realm, he uncovers the horrific fates of previous summoned individuals and the sinister plans of the demons. Can he stop them from destroying the world? Can he shield his allies from the terrifying forces of darkness? Can he rescue his little sister before it's too late? Read to find out. ----------------------------------- A mix of Isekai, cultivation, sci-fi, and dark fantasy. ------------------- I've read and watched so many isekai where the MC past life is just a loser. So, I thought, why not make the MC actually a strong, successful man? Why not make him a gigachad who forced his way into another world instead of getting transported there passively? Why not have him prepared himself with everything he could before he enters the other world? Thus, this is my attempt in writing my own Isekai story where the MC's life on Earth actually matters, where there is an actual goal that is set even before the story begins. Of course, it will still be full of anime/ isekai stuff that I love. Especially the beginning, it's inspired by The Rising of the Shield Hero. Therefore, some chapters can be dark and disturbing. --------------------------- If you want, join my discord to chat! Let's discuss ideas together! https://discord.gg/vy3SDtyr R-18 tag is for the dark and gore parts.
BlueberyTempest · 597.6k Views

Danmachi - Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi fanfic I was supposed to land in Japan. Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest. Then the sky screamed. Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air? I laughed once, stupidly, and then— Ding. That should’ve been the end. I woke up on cold stone. No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells. Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger. A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was. Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed. An orphan on a scholarship back home. An extra here. Or so I thought. That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not. Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario. A nobody who climbed too fast. An outsider who survived too much. Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream. I followed— not to replace him, not to steal his encounters— but to live them. And if fate had dragged me here, then this time, I would answer it on my feet.
pinkD3VIL · 449.4k Views