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Harem God Tournament

[WARNING: STRONG MATURE CONTENT] [IF YOU DECIDE TO READ THIS, WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER. WE ARE GOING TO HELL TOGETHER] He died exactly how he lived: as a joke. ​Andre Simmons was a shadow in his own life—depressed, overlooked, and utterly invisible. His existence was a cycle of digital degeneracy and crushing loneliness, until the moment he finally managed to lose his virginity. The shock was too much for his heart; he died in the middle of his only "victory," leaving behind a legacy of pure embarrassment. ​But death wasn't the end. It was an audition. ​Enter Humsdrig, a golden, mocking God of Conquest who plucks Andre from the void. He offers the ultimate deal: a second life in a new body, but one with a blood-soaked price tag. Andre must compete in the Harem God King Tournament—a celestial war between 20 candidates, each chosen by a different Harem God. ​The prize? The Throne of Desire. Rule over all love, lust, life, and death for half a millennium. ​Reborn as Ethel Moderin, Andre is now armed with the Harem System, a cold, digital guide that demands he conquer everything in his path. To survive, he must build a harem from the very women who once looked at him with disgust. He must Battle Lust Beasts, harvest the monstrous manifestations of human depravity, hunt and eliminate the other nineteen boys before they eliminate him. ​In his first life, he was a ghost. In this one, he is Humsdrig’s vessel. The world ignored Andre Simmons, but they will bow before the man he is destined to become. ​The game has begun. Seduce. Conquer. Ascend. ___________ Additional tags: Mature content, Genius MC, Magic, System, Leveling up, gore, no rape, no Yuri, Beasts.
Sarcasm_Goat · 11.7k Views

I Invested in Fate and the World Had No Choice but to Repay Me

Zhang Wen was born into a high level family. He possessed status, bloodline, and a bright future ahead of him. He also had a younger brother with the highest level of talent. He was raised amid warmth, gentle teachings, the smiles of adults, and care that appeared sincere in every single day. Everything seemed perfect until the day he turned eighteen. On that day, memories from another world awakened within him. In his previous life, he had been a spy. A man who lived in the shadows, surrounded by betrayal and manipulation, treated as nothing more than a disposable tool. A single wrong decision during a mission led to its failure, and as a result, he was silently eliminated. His life as a spy ended just like that. But when he opened his eyes again, the world before him was no longer the same. This was a world where people could cultivate. A world where power could change fate. A world where lifespans could be extended, and the strong could stand above all rules. When fragments of memories from both worlds merged, Zhang Wen did not receive the chance to begin a peaceful new life. Instead, he was pushed directly into the worst possible situation. His younger brother was framed. Branded as a demonic cultivator. Labeled as a calamity that would bring ruin upon the family. And on the day when everything reached its darkest point, the person they had called mother for many years was the first to turn her back on them. She claimed it was for the protection of the family, for maintaining stability. She said that extracting his younger brother’s sacred bone was necessary. Her words sounded noble, filled with reason, and were supported by the elders within the clan. But for Zhang Wen, who had just regained his memories, he knew a secret about the woman who had raised them. This had never been protection. It was never love. It was cultivation for the sake of harvest. At that very moment, when the family became a trap, escaping was no longer merely an option. It became the only thing he could do. As he fled the clan with his younger brother, surrounded by pursuit and the line between life and death, a voice suddenly echoed within his consciousness. [The Investment System has been awakened] ……………. This world’s cultivation system is divided into thirteen major realms: Qi Control, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Formation, Body Integration, Nirvana, Heavenly Cavern, Saint, Saint King, Saint Emperor, Half Emperor, and Great Emperor. Each major realm is further divided into nine minor stages. In this world, special physiques are classified into five levels: Ordinary, Mysterious, Earth, Heaven, and Sacred. The levels of luck from lowest to highest are: Black, White, Green, Purple, Red, and Gold. I publish my work on ten platforms. T Dekd, Fictionlog, ReadAWrite, Kawebook, Tunwalai, NovelKingdom, and Jinovel. Webnovels, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub.
EA7111 · 34.2k Views

Infinite Skill Harvest in Another World

Ayan was a twenty-eight-year-old man whose tireless dedication to social work had earned him immense love and popularity among his people. At the peak of his influence, he decided to step into the arena of politics, fueled by the hope of bringing real change. His future seemed radiant; he was set to marry his beloved Lily right after the election. But fate had a darker design. During a heated campaign rally, an assassin’s bullet cut his journey short. As the world faded into gray, his final, lingering thought was a question to the universe: “What is the reward for a life spent doing good?” ​When his eyes next flickered open, the sterile scent of death was gone, replaced by the damp, earthy fragrance of an ancient forest. He was in the body of a youth. ​Suddenly, a resonant, crystalline voice vibrated not in the air, but directly within his mind. ​“Master Rola.” ​“I am your System,” the voice replied with a melodic yet mechanical precision. “As a reward for your past deeds of virtue, Nature has granted you a second chance at life. To ensure your survival in this world, I have been bestowed upon you as your Unique Skill.” ​Ayan gasped, his mind reeling. “A second chance? A reward?” ​“Correct,” the System continued. “I am the 'Skill Mimic.' With my assistance, you possess the ability to copy and master any skill you witness. I was sent to find you by the directive of the Great Master. You are no longer Ayan; you are Rola.” ​Finally he realised that, He had been reincarnated. A bittersweet smile touched Rola’s lips as he stood up, testing his new strength. The universe had answered his final question, and now, he would live again.
Kazi_S · 4.3k Views

Lookism: Baki Hanma

What happens when a Hanma is dropped into the Lookism world? He is not the anime Baki. He is not the legendary Hanma from another universe. He is just a boy born with a body that refuses to obey normal rules. He grows up in a world where gangs decide law, fists decide status, and weakness is punished without mercy. He does not start as a monster, but his body learns faster, adapts faster, and endures more than it should. By the time others realize something is wrong, it is already too late to treat him like an ordinary fighter. He does not chase fame or chaos, but he does not avoid violence when it becomes unavoidable. Each fight leaves marks on bodies, walls, and reputations, and each step forward forces him deeper into the brutal hierarchy of Lookism. As his presence spreads, familiar events begin to shift, alliances fracture, and organizations that once dominated the underworld start to feel pressure they cannot explain. If you want to see a Hanma walk into the Lookism world and dismantle its strongest fighters, and rewrite the balance of power with raw physical dominance and calculated decisions, then you are in the right place. This is not a story about instant supremacy. This is a story about a body that evolves, a mind that adapts, and a world that slowly realizes it created something it cannot control. Disclaimer: All credits belong to the original creators of Lookism and Baki. I do not own these characters or their worlds, except for the original characters I create. This version of Baki Hanma is not the same as the one from the anime. He only shares the name and abilities, while his personality and story are different. The cover image is not mine. If the original creator requests its removal, I will remove it.
Shrabon4757 · 1.4m Views

Promised Reality

[■??—■•] lived the life she AlWayS?WaNTed■… or so she was made to believe. Where skies never storm. Where doors don’t slam. Where nothing hurts enough to leave a scar. But then came the dreams. They didn’t scream. They whispered. In a language older than memory, stitched between shadows and static. It was the first crack in a perfect cycle. Now, her hands don’t feel like her own. Mirrors refuse to lie. And the silence in her chest is beginning to speak. Somewhere, beneath this [■—·•■?] skin of comfort, beneath the smile that fits too well, lies the life she left behind. The one she -.-- ...- - - ...- .-- / --. .-.. / ..- .-.. .. - ...- --. .-.-.- At night, she wanders through shattered reflections.. of who she was, who she is, and that something else watching in between. [Redacted] is fading. [Redacted] c■nt h?lp ■ou anym■re. And something ancient is stirring in the silence between heartbeats. When the veil finally tears, will she run back to the dream she mistook for love..? or open her eyes to the life that ended her? Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fiction. Its characters, identities, memories, and realities are deliberately constructed and distorted for narrative purposes. Any resemblance to real persons ( living or dead ) or to actual events is coincidental and unintended. The story does not depict real individuals or experiences, but explores imagined states of trauma, identity, and perception.
Thorned_R0SE · 24.4k Views