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[BL] I Was Sent To Another World As A Villain

***WARNING!!!! 21+ AREA! BE WISE TO CHOOSE WHAT YOU READ!*** Category: BL (Boy's Love) Genre: Fantasy Rating: Mature (21+) Tags: •Slice of Life• , •Another World• , •Harem• , •Super Powers• , •Sword and Magic• , •Romance• , •Adventure• I was sent to another world as a villain. In this world, contract symbols appear in various colors, signifying different states: •Black Symbol: Engraved when a couple has sexual relations outside of marriage. •Yellow Symbol: Engraved when a couple has sexual relations while engaged. •White Symbol: Engraved when a couple has sexual relations after marriage. •Red Symbol: Engraved on a person who kills their own partner. •Blue Symbol: Engraved on a person whose partner has passed away. •Broken Black Symbol: Engraved on a rapist. Consequently, the perpetrator is sentenced to mandatory death. The symbol is permanent and cannot be hidden. Even if someone recklessly cuts off their hand to get rid of the symbol, the mark will reappear on the perpetrator's forehead as a warning to everyone. Therefore, no one dares to commit sexual crimes or kill their own partner. And the most absolute law of nature: Anyone who violates the contract of life and death, such as divorcing a loyal partner without a justified reason, lies, or because of an affair, then that person will die instantly on the spot. However, Besides Allen (The Hero), there are many other characters who are the romance targets. They're all so cute! But in this world, I became a villain who will destroy the world. And I was asked to change my bleak future. I am determined! No matter what happens in the future, my goal is to protect my family and my spouses! A new life as Arvin Vedegra began. And then... Please read it by yourself... v^.^v
JulianJujika · 120.6k Views

Beastmen Are Crazy, So I Sell Them Therapy

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”
Admiral_Blue · 169.8k Views

Tales of A Rogue King: A Mob Prince's Guide to Live a Chill Life

[REEDITED VERSION!] "Your Father, Mother, Uncle... they are all dead. there's no one left to save you anymore." The God declared in a confident voice which had a hint of fear hidden in it "Even then, Are you still going to oppose Us, all on your own, Prince?" "Heh... indeed. They are all dead." The Prince scoffed "And you weren't exactly discreet with your plan." "What.." The Prince looked up at the 100+ figures in the sky, shaking his head "Regardless, You Already know my answer. So, let's just Get this over with." A Sword, made of pure chaotic energy manifested in his hand, "I've got a lady waiting for me." And Thus began the Devastating 1 Vs 100+ War between Gods. A war so destructive that it deserved the Name 'Ragnarok'-The War of End. -------------- I, Tyler Von Regulus Have a Hard life. Very Hard Life, in fact. I am The third prince of an entire Race, Not The First prince, not the Crown prince but the Third prince. I have an Overly Doting Mother. Not a Strict mother who will force me to study or practice sword or Magic or Force me to get stronger. And Last but not least, I am Neglected by my own Father, the King. Can you believe it?! Despite having the Finest living palace, Most delicious food, the best clothes, Tens of maids at my service and a Mother's love, I never received my Father's Love. I did not have any goals or ambition either. The life of an idle prince was just that ..Tiresome! That was Until everything changed on one not-so-special morning... I gained the foreign memories of a man from a different modern world called earth. He was A corporate slave on earth, named Nick. He had lost almost all the people he ever loved- His Aunt, Grandparents, Big brother, best friend and even his parents and was just living an empty life until one day, a Truck-kun put an end to him. From Nick's memories, I also realized that the world where I am living in, my world is actually an RPG game that Nick used to play. And I, myself am a character of that very game. Not the Hero, Not a Support role, Not even a cool Villain. I am just a Villainous mob. You know, the typical Bully guy! The type who bullies his weak classmates, and would normally be the First lucky guy to get his ass handed over by the Protagonist, within the starting 5 chapters of the story. Yeah, That would be Me. Nice to meet ya! The good news is that I don't die in the game Lore ...Maybe ? I'm not sure. Nick only played the first part of the Game and the rest? I have no memories. Which means, I don't even have the Classic cheat of every transmigrator, 'Futureproof Information'. So, Am i cooked ? Don't know? Maybe not. Since I still have Plenty of time left before the main story starts. So, I have Plenty of time left to Live, a Chill Life. So, like any typical smartass, I did the obvious! Exploring all my available options like Fleeing from the Royal palace and live a slow farming-life in the countryside or marrying myself off to a Rich lady and many other options, I have decided to be the king. Why? well, I mean.. Why not! I am a prince so why should i Not Strive for the goal of becoming a king ? And, Not to mention... [STATS WINDOW ACTIVATED!] It doesn't seem like a pipe dream.
Awriterbymind · 13.1k Views

LAST Error

Riven Cross died at twenty-seven. Not in a dungeon. Not fighting monsters. He died on the ninety-first floor of the Ashen Spire with six blades at his back — held by the people he’d built everything with. His guild. His family. His mistake. He woke up eleven years earlier with nothing but a cot, a cracked mirror, and every memory intact. The world outside the shelter walls is broken. Twelve years ago, the Gates opened without warning and monsters poured into every city on earth. Humanity survived by building walls, learning to fight, and accepting the System — a cold, invisible framework that assigns every awakened human a class, a rank, and a set of skills. The strong protect the weak. The guilds control the strong. And the people at the top of the guilds control everything else. Riven knows how this game ends. He’s already played it once. His class is F-rank Analyst. No attack power. No flashy abilities. Just a mind that processes faster than anyone else and a passive skill the rest of the world throws away. Good. Let them underestimate him. He knows which dungeons to hit before anyone else figures out their value. He knows which guilds will rise and which will collapse under the weight of their own corruption. He knows the real identities, dirty secrets, and breaking points of every person who will one day matter — including the six who killed him. He’s not here for redemption. He’s not here to save the world. He’s here to build something they can never take from him again. And then, one by one, he’s going to dismantle everyone who put a blade in his back — not with anger, but with something far more dangerous. A plan eleven years in the making. They thought they killed him. They only gave him a head start.
MamaJ_8 · 1.9k Views

Raising Beast Husbands with My Space — The Villainess Becomes a Beloved Favorite

[High-quality male competition + all pure Beast Husbands + group pampering + Healing Ability + from being disliked to becoming adored by all] Su Muyao transmigrated to the Beast World, starting off with being exiled and mistreating five stunningly beautiful Beast Husbands. And she had just transmigrated and was right on the scene. It is said that she originally had a noble status and even had ten Beast Husbands, but five of them would rather forfeit half of their superpower strengths to forcibly dissolve their relationship with her. The other five Beast Husbands had no way to dissolve their relationship and could only follow her to be exiled to the most barren and cold Tribe. Looking at the abused, sickly, and incredibly beautiful five Beast Husbands, Su Muyao, armed with a Space System, started searching for food, farming, cooking, and trading. She also possesses a Wood Element Ability to heal injuries, has extremely high fertility, and can give birth to top-talented babies. Before she knew it, she cleaned up her reputation and became adored by all, even unintentionally stunning the entire Beast World Continent. High-quality noble beastman constantly beg to be her Beast Husband. And those who said they would leave after three months found that the Beast Husbands not only stayed but also vied to pamper her, creating a daily Asura scene of competition for her favor. The pure and cold Wolf Beastman The enchanting and alluring Fox Beastman The gentle-as-jade Snake King Beast The soul-captivating Blood Clan Beast The pure and unblemished Ice and Snow Beast The handsome and aloof Dragon Beastman, and so on. Initially, they despised her, but later they revolved around her, using steely determination to protect and pamper her with their lives. Each one competed to become her Beast Husband and spend the night with her. Those who once abandoned and betrayed her before the exile, even if it were a hellish pursuit of love, she would never forgive.
Auspicious and Lucky Snow · 1.3m Views

THE ARCHIVE OF ETERNAL CONSCIOUSNESS

In the quiet concrete shack of a small observatory near Jamshedpur, twenty-six-year-old doctoral student Arjun Rao has spent months chasing cosmic noise that no one else cares about. His thesis stalled, his advisor vanished, and the universe reduced to static, he finds solace only in the headphones and the endless sweep of the radio dish. One ordinary night, the static answers back. A precise sequence of prime numbers emerges from the cosmic background — not random, not natural. Embedded within the signal is something deeper: an addressing structure, a label in a referencing system older than light itself. When Arjun calculates the total accumulated observer-moments since the universe first cooled enough to see itself, the numbers match exactly. The address is his. The signal identifies him not as a listener, but as an Active Variable. Observation: ongoing. What begins as a mathematical anomaly quickly unravels everything Arjun thought he knew about reality. The universe is not silent. It is not indifferent. It has been indexing every act of witnessing since the first hydrogen atom formed — every proof scribbled in margins, every late-night thought, every fleeting moment of awareness. And now it has noticed him noticing it. As the signal evolves and alternate realities bleed into his own — reflections showing equations he never wrote, moments that feel pre-filed — Arjun is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: consciousness is not a byproduct of the cosmos. It is its oldest mechanism. And some variables, once observed, can never be unfiled. Blending rigorous mathematics, ancient Indian philosophy, and quiet cosmic horror, The Night the Numbers Listened Back is a haunting exploration of what it means to be seen by a universe that has been watching itself through us all along.
The_Architect1 · 14.7k Views