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Apocalypse Villainess Transmigrates In The Beastworld With Negative KP

Getting shoved into a horde of zombies by a group of spineless survivors was not how Hana expected to die. Then again, neither was dying as the most notorious villainess among them—the kind who used people without hesitation and discarded them just as easily. An unflashy, pathetic end. She deserved it… didn’t she? But the universe wasn’t done with her yet. Hana wakes up in a completely different world with a system notification she can’t ignore: Karma Points: -1,250,000 To survive past one month, she must bring it back to zero. No shortcuts. No cheats. No killing. Just… being a ‘good’ person. “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” As if that wasn’t bad enough, during her quests, she keeps picking up strays—dangerous, powerful, clingy strays. “Hana, you need to pay attention to me today.” The dragon beastman murmured, crowding into her space. “No way, Hana promised to cuddle me,” the nine-tailed fox added sweetly, offering her a flower. “What nonsense? Hana said she would fly with me,” the falcon beastman cut in, wings twitching. “You’re all delusional.” The snow leopard beastman scoffed, tail flicking lazily. “Hana already made plans with me.” Hana this, Hana that, Hana blah, blah and blah! Hana pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. Saving her karma might be possible. But surviving them? That might be the real challenge. And the system was definitely not helping.
Author_fredah · 210 Views

I Have An SSS-Rank Service System: Hire Me For Anything!

[WPC FEB 2026 ENTRY] [SoL Heavy] [Ding! SSS-Rank Service System Activated!] [Ding! Daily 10x Reward Multiplier Initialized!] [Ding! Job Gained: Junior Sanitary Engineer!] Reincarnated as Dorian in a fantasy world, a PhD student in Business and Marketing decides to become the richest man alive with the help of a system and also improve his new world's economy. Dory doesn’t need a sword to win. With his SSS-Rank Service System, he treats every small job like a big business deal. His 10x Reward Multiplier turns simple work into a mountain of money and gold. [Ding! Skill: Material Restoration Acquired!] [Ding! Skill: Spatial Optimization Acquired!] He can make old, rusted tools look brand new. He can organize a messy shop so it works faster and better. He is bringing modern skills to a world that is dirty and slow. Whether it is a broken house, a messy warehouse, or a poor kingdom... Hire him to fix anything and everything! Cause he has an SSS-Rank Service System! ********** What to expect: Very Slice of Life: A chill story about doing a good job and growing a business. Low Stakes: No big scary battles. Just fun, work, and making money. Smart MC: A PhD student using modern ideas to fix a fantasy world. Modern Jobs: Using modern professional skills to change the world. Road to Riches: A slow and happy story about becoming the wealthiest man alive. Harem: A focus on romance and relationships (No Smut, No Yuri, No NTR).
BigDreams101 · 63.6k Views

The Anatomy of Wanting Him

I thought I understood control. As a respected dermatologist in Paris, I built my life on precision. Every decision calculated, every emotion contained. My daughter lives in excess, untouched by consequence, while I exist in quiet discipline, balancing a reputation that must never crack. But discipline is a fragile thing. Especially when temptation learns your name. Severino Haynes enters my life under the most ordinary pretense—my daughter’s tutor. Young, struggling, disarmingly honest, and entirely inappropriate in ways that cannot be justified. He disrupts the careful silence of my home with laughter, defiance, and a gaze that lingers too long to be accidental. At first, I mistake him for a distraction. Then, for a problem. I do not realize he is something far worse. A man with intent. Behind his careless charm lies a quiet resentment, one rooted in a past I unknowingly helped destroy. What begins as curiosity turns into a dangerous game. One where boundaries blur, roles collapse, and desire becomes indistinguishable from revenge. He wants to break me. And I am beginning to want him enough to let him try. But in a city like Paris, where beauty is currency and secrets are inevitable, nothing stays hidden forever. Not my double life. Not his true intentions. Not the consequences of wanting the wrong person. Especially when the cost is not just my reputation. But my daughter, my past, and everything I have built to survive it.
Vienna_Lavie · 101 Views

Princess’s Struggle for Survival

Imagine waking up as the villain in your sister's cheesy fantasy novel. Yeah, not ideal, especially when that villain is destined for hatred, and a grim end in some forgotten dungeon. That's Astrid's new reality. Her old life? Gone. Her new mission? Survive. And step one means throwing the original script out the window. But changing fate is way harder than it sounds. In a desperate move, Astrid makes the story's heroine, Lyra, her personal maid. Clever, right? Except teaching Lyra magic and treating her like, well, a person, backfires spectacularly. Lyra's gratitude twists into something intense, dark, and possessive. And she's not the only one. Astrid tries mending fences with her powerful aunt, only to find herself smothered by a love that feels dangerously close to madness. Even her ambitious half-sister, originally her rival, gets weirdly attached after Astrid shows her a bit of warmth and helps her gain power using some modern-world smarts. Astrid thought she was being clever, building alliances, creating intelligence networks, rewriting roles. She is changing the story, but it's warping everyone around her. Their loyalty? It's becoming obsession. Their affection? A dangerous fixation. Now, Astrid isn't just fighting the plot. She's drowning in a mess of her own making – caught between people who crave her, tangled in lies and affections twisted way out of shape. Everyone wants her, and sharing isn't remotely on their agenda.
_Astra_20 · 1m Views

THE REBELLIONS CRY

“Merely countering my attacks….” Our swords met again, sparks flying like fire and shadow entwined, and for a moment, the world shrank to nothing but steel, breath, and the silent rhythm of life and death. “…will gain you nothing” The provocation worked. His eyes narrowed, a flash of a smile tugging at my lips, and Yugo attacked. He moved with precision and speed; each strike was a challenge. We separated from a moment, each of us ready for the next strike— I made my move, stepping forward to strike—but then—suddenly—I froze. Pain erupted before I even realized it. A sharp arrow tore through the air and pierced me from behind. My breath caught in my throat. Another followed almost instantly, thudding into my shoulder The metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth. My heart pounded. Blood poured freely from my abdomen and shoulder, warm and biting as it ran down my skin. A third arrow struck my hand, reason why I had to let go of my sword. I saw how he froze, caught off guard by the sight. I stepped back, instinctively pressing my hands against the blood gushing from my wounds, the warmth sharp against my skin. Yet a smile curved my bloody lips Behind me, the cliff yawned, the cold wind rushing up from its depths, carrying the scent of snow and stone. “Yugo...” I whispered, voice strained but calm, “…if I am bound by the four pillars of the judgment chamber one more time---" “---I will confess.” The snow swirled around us, carried on the bitter winter breeze. “I confess… that I did, slaughter and murdered the city” “…This time I will not defend myself--- you know.” The winter breeze swept past, carrying flakes of snow that fell silently from the darkened sky. “Arsinoe—" I smiled, even as the arrow burned through me. “Because this time… it is no longer accusation. I committed a crime Yugo. I brought this fucking rebellion, and myself is the witness to their desperate, begging cries.” I saw him step forward instinctively eyes wide, as I let myself fall backward over the cliff’s edge. Everything seemed so slow, as I hovered in the midair Wind whipped past, tugging at my hair. As a tiny glacier of snow drifted lazily from the midnight sky, glittering like frozen fire. The moon hung impossibly high, fascinating. Casting a pale light that made the snowflakes shimmer like stars falling just for me. My chest raced, heart hammering against ribs…. …. Yet my lips curved into a smile.
Justdaybreak · 1.7k Views