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Alternative Tittle: The Second Male Lead’s POV (in an Otome World) ────────────────────────── Starting a forbidden relationship with the duke’s daughter was the most reckless thing Lucian had ever done in his life. Up until now, his only risks were hunting rare saplings from dangerous places. Now, he was breaking the nobles’ rules. And it backfired, horribly. Not once, not twice, not thrice but multiple times. He almost died once, lost a few friends, fled his homeland, and then almost died again, but here he was, not really learning. "So dumb," the devil voice in his head whispered in disdain, "How more idiotic can you get?" "As far as idiocy goes deep," Lucian answered, accepting the new path of his life, "And it goes deep. And wide." Goal: get wealthy and powerful enough to afford more idiocy Current arsenal: blood, sweat, tears, and pure wits Start point: gardener End point: unknown ────────────────────────── Trigger warnings: ROMANCE, Lovers to Enemies to ???, toxic love, conscious grooming, unreliable narration, trauma, self-aware hypocrisy, narcissism, superior complex, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, explicit content THE CHARACTERS DO NOT BEGIN AS YANDERE, BUT THEY WILL SLOWLY FALL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE AS THE STORY PROGRESSES. REMEMBER, THEY ARE PEOPLE FIRST, STEREOTYPES SECOND. TAGS: #twistedMC #manipulativeMC #YANDERExYANDERE #NO-NTR #loyalMC #loyalFL #insaneFL #evilFL #forbidden-love #you-can't-f‎ix-her-FL #NO-SYSTEM #pirates #secret-organization-building #territorymanagement #obsessive-love #comedy #conspiracy #businessman #moneymaking #mystery #Adult #Mature #extra

Europe, 1300. Under a blood-red sky, sanctity is nothing more than a mask for an eternal hunger. The Empire is dying. Behind the towering walls of the Grand Cathedral, an invisible choir begins to sing—not for God, but to awaken a darkness long buried. Rainnes Juoi, a village girl with snow-white hair and ruby-red eyes, is dragged to the Capital as the prophesied Saintess. She is adored by Crown Prince William, the golden-haired prince obsessed with turning her into a symbol of his own power. Yet, every prayer Rainnes utters upon the altar feels like poison. Clutching a wooden rosary engraved with "Sainticous", Rainnes realizes a horrific truth: she was not brought to save the people, but to serve as a vessel for something older than humanity itself. However, in the dark corners of the palace, another "Choir" is preparing. Lady Anne Marie Vain, the discarded former fiancée, did not weep when her crown was snatched away. Behind her spectacles and pocket watch, she orchestrates a network of informants infiltrating every crevice of the Empire. Anne knows the Pope has become a host for a demon, and she knows how to destroy him. She only needs one thing: an executioner who does not fear hell. That man is Prince Harold de Croul. The General who returned from the borders with a body ravaged by scars and eyes as dark as the midnight sky. Through a cold marriage of convenience with Anne, Harold leads his army to besiege the Capital. They do not come to worship the Saintess; they come to silence the demonic song within the Church. Four fates intertwine beneath the shadow of the altar. One prophecy that is revealed to be a trap. And a grand secret: that even the brightest light can become an offering to the shadows. "Do not listen to their song. For when the choir falls silent, that is when the demons begin to feast."*

Sanita was born and raised into Power and… Pain After the death of her father, the ruthless heir of one of the most powerful mafia organisations in the world, has only one game “REVENGE”. She has vowed to take on the One person she thinks killed her Father (which was not even her everything but he was present). But there will just be one problem. All roads will lead to *HIM*. The dangerously irresistible Trillionaire Italian Don. David De Luca. He’s charming, feared, short tempered, only loves his twin and mother, maybe his friends too. and he is hiding darker secrets which weighs him down more than his own name. She’s convinced he’s the man who destroyed her family and killed her father. The man she swore to bring him to his knees and put a bullet in-between his eyes. But getting close to him and his loved ones means playing a dangerous game; Games of Lies, Seduction and Betrayals. But the Heart is far more dangerous than bullets. What will happen when hearts are involved..…more than they ever expected??

"I want to be free…" Kaiser Solace always dreamed to be free—from responsibilities, expectations, limits, and even the laws that bound humanity. To him, freedom was ultimate pleasure—an intoxicating dream beyond reach. However, his dream was not something attainable. In truth, true freedom could never exist. Yet, in a world ruled by control and measured by power, Kaiser saw hope in the ability he awakened—[Freedom]. Though, raw and incomplete, it fueled his resolve to pursue his dream. With that ability, he slowly carved a path the world had never witnessed—a path to absolute freedom.

My name is Ethan. I was born into a world where Pokémon and humans coexist in harmony. While others are born to struggle from the ground up, I was born straight into Rome. My father is the Champion of the Donghuang League, and my mother is a world-class Pokémon Breeder. At eighteen, I officially became a Trainer— and took in the Shiny Metagross I had grown up alongside since childhood. At that very moment, the Opportunity Critical Hit System awakened. From then on, I could not only see other people’s opportunities, but also trigger random critical hits on those opportunities. 【Red Opportunity · Contracting Metagross】 【Critical Hit ×10,000】 【Congratulations! Metagross’s aptitude has been elevated to Divine Tier】 From the moment I contracted a Divine-potential Shiny Metagross, the gears of Ethan’s legendary journey began to turn.

Emil always believed the world was hiding something. He was not prepared for what it was hiding beneath it. After a midnight attack steals his family and awakens abilities neither he nor his sister Emily asked for, Emil finds himself inside Arianrhod — an eternal city of darkness buried under the Earth, ruled by an organization of extraordinary humans called Savants.

UPCOMING NAME CHANGE: SSS Rank-Ability: Only I Can Use The Abilities of The Gods Revet was transmigrated into the world of Arstrea where he has no other option but to battle 1,999 other summoners for the title of the Grand summoner . While others summon titans, divine beasts, dragons, and heavenly knights… Revet summoned the Gods themselves. He was so cut up in the war and Harem issues that he didn't even realise that he didn't have any memories of his past life. It wasn’t amnesia. It was something far more unnatural—As his joruney unfolded he would come to discover dark secrets and memories that would flip his world upside down. NOTE: The Harem formation beings from volume 3 ————————————————— Author's Note:Give this novel a try or you might have just missed out on an absolute masterpiece. Mass release goals: 50 powerstones: 2 extra chapters 100 powerstones: 4 extra chapters 150 powerstones: 5 extra chapters 200 powerstones: 6 extra chapters 50 golden tickets: 4 extra chapters 1 magic castle: 6 extra chapters 1 golden gachapoon: 10 extra chapters Good luck! Meeting the quota... hehe.

Dean Faust was many things. A disgraced MMA fighter. A lifelong orphan. A man who somehow managed to die slipping on his dog's pee. Imagine dying to Pee-kun. Not exactly the origin story of legends. But when he wakes up in the body of Dean Gray, the only son of a declining blacksmith family. He finds himself in a world where humanity is forced into a single fortress city, surrounded by monsters that want them dead. At this point, legends don't really care about your origin story. In this world, your familiar is everything. Your summon determines your rank, your worth and your future. So when Dean's third and final summoning attempt produces a small rainbow slime that freezes every assessment device in the room, nobody knows whether to laugh or run. The WSA sends an evaluation notice within hours and then everyone knows not to laugh. Because whatever this slime is, the world has no classification for it. No rank nor ability scan. Just one word from a system that only Dean can see. Paradox. Now Dean has to navigate a world he barely understands, a family he never knew he needed, and every major faction in the Fortress City quietly deciding what to do about a blacksmith's son with an unclassifiable familiar and his incredible growth through a system that rewards him for simply choosing to survive. The slime can copy, evolve, adapt and permanently absorb any ability it encounters. The world has no idea what that means yet. Neither does Dean. But they're all about to find out.

Hey, You here already try it out, the story might be worth your while. _______ I made one tiny mistake. I left a comment saying the ending of a novel was terrible. Apparently the author was a god. Now I am stuck inside the story living as Edric Voss, a noble heir so arrogant and disliked that half the empire wants him dead. I inherited his enemies, his problems, and a dying territory that I am somehow supposed to fix. The rules are simple. If I create a better ending than the author, I get to go home and even receive a wish. If I fail, I die here. Between magical beasts, political enemies, and a system that insults me every five minutes, survival is already hard enough. Next time I read a bad novel, I am keeping my opinions to myself. __________

Every night at 5:45, Valeria locks its doors. Every night, Nightfall hunts. Nobody survives. Nobody except me. He was sent to kill me. He had every reason to finish it. He didn't. When I looked into those silver eyes and saw something that wasn't hunger — something that looked unbearably like exhaustion — I made a decision that destroyed my entire life. I spoke to the monster like a person. His name is Carlos. He's still in there. And I know that pulling him out is going to cost me everything. I'm going anyway.

--- In a world where power is defined by Circles and Stars, Astraeus Academy stands as the empire’s ultimate proving ground—where nobles reign, and the weak are forgotten. Aether, a quiet orphan known across the empire as a once-in-a-generation prodigy, enters the academy carrying expectations… only to be judged as nothing more than a failure. While others see a second-circle mage unworthy of his reputation, no one realizes the truth—his understanding of magic doesn’t follow the rules of the world itself. Beside him stands Agumi Valerith, heir to a ducal house and a rising star among swordsmen, whose strength shines as brightly as her unfiltered, natural spirit. Where Aether is calm and unreadable, she is instinct and fire—and somehow, despite their differences, their paths begin to intertwine. As rivalry, power struggles, and hidden tensions unfold within the academy, something far greater lingers beneath the surface—fragments of a life that shouldn’t exist, and a truth that connects them beyond this world. Because in a world where nine circles define the limits of humanity… someone is about to prove there was never a limit to begin with.

In the year 1522 two months after Luffy come out of the sea, a sleeping giant is discovered accidentally by Robin. With his awakening, everything that he prepared start to appear one by one, the diary he use to have back then start to appear everywhere and the thousand years of history is finally reveal. But with the thing he change in the distant past, everything in the future change. The Seven Archon The God Seed The Twelve Mystic Weapon The Library of Heaven's Path Every strange thing start to appear, all hidden monster start to awake, the True Divine Throne finally appear. With the appearance of the Transmigrate Person, huge change happen in the Pirate World, is it good or bad? No one can answer, but the great change will bring huge opportunity to anyone who are fated.

Shen Tang awoke on her path of exile to find that this world was utterly unscientific. Divine stones rained from the heavens, and a hundred nations vied for power. With a honed literary heart, words became reality. With courage gathered in a warrior's spirit, mountains were cleaved and seas divided. The seemingly weak pretty boy she knew, with a single declaration of "Charge on horseback!", instantly found himself clad in armor, a long spear in hand, becoming an army of one, capable of slaughtering his way through enemy lines seven times over! The consumptive wretch in her eyes, by chanting "Stars scattered across a chessboard," transformed the heavens into a round canopy and the land into a chessboard, arranging troops with effortless ease! This wasn't just unscientific anymore! This was the coffin lid of science being nailed shut by theology! And as for her— "My Lord, the Northern Commandery is suffering a severe drought, perhaps you should shed some tears?" Shen Tang: "..." "My Lord, the Southern Province is flooded, perhaps you should laugh more?" Shen Tang: "..." ———————— Looking at the ten bowls of rice she had devoured, her pocket cleaner than her face, and a group of starving, ill-intentioned villagers constantly stirring up trouble, the village chief Shen Tang, suspected to be the reincarnation of a bottomless pit and a true 'soul painter' (someone who draws poorly but passionately), had no choice but to abandon her beloved paintbrushes and reluctantly embark on the path of a warlord. join patreon.com/worldoffanfiction for advanced chapters and support the daily update

In the Enchanted world of Arcane, a young man who lost both parents to a fire accident and is left contemplating his life choices. Becoming the notorious thief Inigma, he steals a Divine Artifact that reveals secrets of his past. He is arrested after the artifact responds to him and drains his energy, much to his shock. He is then sentenced to death, only to be resurrected by this same artifact, but this time as a vampire. Hajime is pulled into a world of dark magic and sorcery, as well as gods and legendary weapons known as Divine Soul Arms, in the persute of truth and revenge against his prosecutors who turn out to be his never before seen, Noble family.

In a world where magical bloodlines rule and commoners are powerless, Bennett Vanes - a ballistics engineer reborn as the talentless youngest son of a dying noble house: awakens a crafting system that lets him build weapons this world has never seen. No magic. No combat skills. No allies. Just a forge, a stubborn blacksmith, and thirty years of engineering knowledge locked inside a seventeen-year-old body. With a rival noble house marching on his barony and a deadline measured in weeks, Bennett must turn black powder and bad iron into something that can stop an army and a girl whose "useless" lightning spark might be the key to everything. But guns don't just kill enemies. They kill the world that existed before them. And once the thunder sounds, there's no putting it back. This is a crafting progression fantasy about a weapon maker who can change the world. The question is whether the world will survive the change.

In a noble family renowned for their mastery of ice magic, Kai Glacius was reborn after he passed away from his old world due to some uncurable illness. In this world one can use only one kind of magic in which their core has an affinity to, Kai was born with a curse or some sort where his skins burns in pain whenever his skin made contact with ice, and the irony here is that Kai was born in the Glacius family where all members of the family are ice magic users. Kai being unable to use ice magic normally like others, with the help of a mysterious mentor he creates his own path no other mages has taken to be able to master his magic without any backlash and aside from this he was also granted a strange ability. Through relentless training, pain and discipline Kai learns to utilize his magic in a way completely different from others, not just relying in his core but his physical abilities. And who knows, this curse might not be a curse after all. In this world, there is a unique system for magic users: each mage can wield only one type of magic, determined by their innate core affinity. While the fundamental element or type remains constant such as fire, water, earth, or ice—the variations and expressions of that single affinity are vast and diverse. No two magic users of the same affinity are exactly alike, as their techniques and mastery are shaped by their bloodlines, training, and personal ingenuity. Every noble family in the kingdom possesses their own exclusive family techniques, specialized methods and secret arts passed down through generations tied intimately to their bloodline. These techniques often define the family's status, power, and influence, making bloodline heritage a critical aspect of nobility. Beyond magic, the world also values martial prowess. Skilled martial artists and swordsmen are equally vital, serving as bodyguards, warriors, and enforcers. Their combat techniques, honed through rigorous training, often complement or even surpass magical abilities in certain scenarios, making them indispensable in both warfare and politics. This intricate system creates a society where power is multifaceted magic, bloodline techniques, martial skills—all intertwined to determine one's standing and destiny. #noharem #overpowered

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Ely Rainvor, a newly appointed knight, returns to his hometown village as a vassal of the feudal lord. The village is situated near the border that separates the Demonic Kingdom from their own. Ely's primary goal is to fortify the village and safeguard it against potential threats. Ely must navigate the intricate web of challenges and mysteries that await him, striving to protect his village and its inhabitants from the looming perils that threaten their very existence.

Transmigrating into the world of Detective Conan, becoming an expert in criminal psychology and micro-expressions, while simultaneously serving as a highly revered professor at Teitan Academy and an influential superintendent within the Metropolitan Police Department—what kind of legend will he forge? Did you ever lament the tragic and helpless plights of those goddesses in the original story? Now, with the chance to alter their destinies, it's only natural to avert tragedies and mend regrets! An ongoing series of four years, focused solely on its conclusion. Not striving for perfection, but guaranteeing maximum exhilaration! join patreon.com/worldoffanfiction for advanced chapters and support the daily update

What exactly is the strongest? For the longest time, he has been chasing that dream. Up to his death. Yet even that would not be enough to stop him. What does it mean to become the strongest and what sacrifices will come with it? Reborn as Sai Reschelburg, he vowed to accomplish his dream. To become the strongest. Even with the hands he was dealt. Even if death itself tried to stop him. In this world teeming with countless mysteries and threats, he will rise and achieve the dream he couldn't in his past life. The legend of the greatest healer starts. .... Join me in discord using the link below: https://discord.com/invite/rRcAjzaRJE