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Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

"Now you see?" she shouted in a tone that was somewhere between annoyance and disappointment. "You can’t outsmart Scrients! They’re the most intelligent beings across the two realms!" "You’re right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a solemn sigh. "I made a mistake. I was arrogant to think a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "...Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I’m not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait! You can’t. I killed them all." --- My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid and pointless scuffle. And in the middle of it, I tripped and smacked my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in… Memories of a different life. Memories of another world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First: I was inside a game I used to play in my past life. Second: I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool, mysterious, tragic kind either! No, I was the worst kind of cliché — a spoiled, insufferable, and arrogant young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. You know the type! The one everyone hates. The one the hero would beat into the ground to show everyone just how strong and righteous he is. Yeah. I was that guy! My fate was to be a stepping stone for the main characters, be manipulated by a Demon Prince, and die a dog's death. And the hero? The hero was the same kid I’d been bullying all this time. The one I just got into a fight with. He was supposed to be the savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And waiting at the end of it all was the final antagonist. The unbeatable nightmare. …The Spirit King. But could I even make it to the end? Could I really survive in a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that had now become my reality? “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could. But I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, altering the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains long before they could become threats — nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected by my actions? Excellent! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me. My survival. My life. My choices. “I’ll live this life with no regrets.” ...But as I soon discovered, fate wasn't so easily changed. And the price of rewriting your destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR
The_One_Who_Was · 2.7m Views

Fate: I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
Medusa_Fic · 371.3k Views

Motoracing: The Champion Rider and the No.1 Mecha-Maiden

This is the Quadrant Realm, a world where humans live alongside Mecha humans. Racing is the meaning of life, and the title of racer is the most prestigious honor of all. Racers fight side by side with their Mecha partners, striving toward the pinnacle of the world. For Jawed, once the number one motor rider in the world, being transmigrated into this world should have been a dream come true. Yet, having witnessed the filthy, corrupt sides of the racing industry, in this life he wants nothing more than to live an ordinary life, completely detached from the world of motors. Yet once he leaves the track behind, his life seems to lose all meaning. Everything fades into a dull gray, monotonous and hopeless. Just when it seems he would wither away in those empty days, on one heavy rainy night, he accidentally encounters a beautiful girl huddled in a narrow alleyway. Her eyes vacant, her body frail, her clothes torn and worn. She has no memories, no recollection of who she is. She only remembers that she is a Mecha human, and that deep within her heart burns an overwhelming desire: to lead her rider to become the world champion, and to become the greatest Mecha human of all. That seemingly chance encounter completely changes Jawed’s life. A new journey begins, a journey for a former champion to rediscover the joy of the racetrack, a journey of self-discovery for a Mecha girl, and a road toward conquering the world championship. The champion racer and the No.1 Mecha girl will crush all rivals!
Dream_escaper · 20.4k Views

Rogue Instance: Architect's core

Kai Voss died in a cab on a Tuesday. He woke up on a battlefield in a world that runs on a divine System — classes, levels, skills handed down by gods who've been managing humanity like a spreadsheet for three thousand years. He didn't get an Awakening ceremony. He didn't get a class assignment. What he got was something older, colder, and far more dangerous: the Architect's Core — the editing layer the gods used to *build* the System in the first place, sealed away and supposedly destroyed because anything that can build a System can also unmake one. The gods find out within the week. Five of them vote to kill him. Six vote to keep him alive. He survives by one vote, and only because the world needs something only he can do. Three thousand years ago, the Architects weren't just building a power system for adventurers and kings. They were running a repair operation — patching a tear in base reality that, left unchecked, will unravel the world from the foundation up. The gods took over their work, stripped out the maintenance functions they didn't understand, and hoped the damage would hold. It isn't holding. The Breaches are growing. The patch is failing. And deep inside the oldest Breach on the continent, something has spent eleven years building itself in the dark — and it's starting to move. Kai has a Cognition stat that approaches the original System's designer. He has a class he built himself, skills he designed from scratch, and admin access to an architecture that predates the gods. He has a Cardinal who's quietly decided the Pantheon has been lying, a heretic researcher who's spent six years chasing proof he exists, and three people carrying sealed Architect bloodlines they never knew about. What he doesn't have is time. --- System fantasy. Fast-paced. No filler. The gods built the cage — he has the source code.
Nobody_Cares_5506 · 6.3k Views