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THE EARTH SURVIVAL GAME

THE EARTH SURVIVAL GAME (Book 1) Genre: LitRPG / Progression Fantasy / System-Builder / Post-Apocalyptic The apocalypse didn't bring aliens or asteroids. It brought our own nightmares. When a massive, universe-spanning "Cosmic Tide" strikes Earth, the planet's core overloads with chaotic energy. To avoid a catastrophic detonation, the world violently vents the power by physically manifesting humanity’s collective imagination. Mythological beasts, urban legends, and cinematic horrors now roam the streets, while cities are swallowed by subterranean labyrinths functioning as deadly Dungeons. Adrian has survived this extinction once before. Thrown back in time with the cosmic Genesis Ring, he knows humanity's bodies cannot process the raw energy of their own manifested nightmares. So, he steps in to rewrite reality. He hacks the planet's mutating core and creates the World Game Core System—gamifying the apocalypse itself. By forging soul-bound Status Rings, Adrian translates lethal cosmic radiation into Classes, Levels, and EXP. But his salvation comes with a brutal Admin's tax. Under the System's absolute Default Rules, there are no free rides and no permanent safe zones. To live, humanity must fight. If a player refuses to hunt, the System will spawn a World Boss directly on top of them to force a confrontation. If they take off their ring to escape the rules, the raw energy will instantly mutate them into a mindless Aberration. As the universe's first System Admin, Adrian must secretly balance the spawn rates, forge the loot, and herd a panicked human race through a ruthless progression system. He must force Earth's core to "level up" to the next cosmic tier before it shatters completely. Play the game. Level up. Or be consumed by the nightmares of a dying world.
DestinyMaker · 11k Views

F-ranker Sword Saint: My Soulbound Sword is Secretly SSS-tier!

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities. Like so began the Sword Trials. Worlds against Worlds, Race against Race in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG that ever existed. Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency… Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race. Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds. Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached. The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession. Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game. Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses. One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword. Labeled the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the title of genius changed into garbage overnight. But his “trash” sword held a secret. And so did his soul… Three worlds WILL fall.
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The Dancer of Blades

If you have talent, you will be called a genius or even a prodigy... But how about hard work? He was never talented. No gift, no destiny, no sect that wanted him. Only a sword, a stubborn will, and years of bleeding in silence while others soared past him with ease. They mocked him. They looked down on him. They called him talentless trash not worth the ground he stood on. He destroyed a sect anyway. In his final moments, surrounded by enemies, stabbed from the front and the back, betrayed by someone he trusted — He did not beg. He did not surrender. He laughed, raised his blade one last time, and carved his name into history with a single slash that split both a man and a mountain in half. They would remember him as the Mad Demon Blade. But history is written by the living, and the righteous never forgave what he had done. Now reborn in a small forgotten village with nothing but the memories of a life spent being stepped on, He opens his eyes to a second chance. Not for revenge. Not for glory. Not to prove anything to the world. But because he simply refuses to kneel again. In a world where talent determines your worth, your future, and even your right to be respected — one stubborn, bloodied, ordinary man will walk a path paved by nothing but sheer will and the endless repetition of a single swing. Because the blade does not care about your bloodline. It does not care about your destiny. It only cares about one thing. How many times you swung it.
JemLazyTired · 10.1k Views