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Starting With SSS-rank: I Get A New Skill Every Livestream

One day, I decided to end my short livestreaming career. Not that I had ever started it with the intention of earning money. My life had hit rock bottom: a disappointment to my family, painfully average in academics, buried under massive debt after my company failed, and to top it all off, the one person who had been my emotional support, my loving girlfriend, cheated on me. Yes, life had turned into hell. So I chose to cut off all distractions and focus solely on my studies. However, the moment I went live to announce my decision, the few viewers I had exploded in rage. [There will be slaughter! Whoever made my Kyle sad deserves to burn in hell!] [My time with Kyle… gone… that demands… massacre.] [Kyle… Kyle… don’t go…] Then came a suggestion. [I have sent a gift for you. I hope that helps change your mind.] That gift, sent by one of my regular viewers, completely changed my life. I learned that the world I lived in wasn’t as simple as I had believed. Nightmares, shadows, ghouls, curses… they were as real as humans. And with the blessing I received, I became part of that hidden world. On top of that, I received a system that sometimes rewards me simply for existing. It’s crazy. The viewers I thought were just regular people were all deities. •••••••• A/N: For the first few arcs, the protagonist will operate in secrecy, and there is a good reason for it. The main character will experience sudden growth in strength, as this story isn’t about gradual power-building but about personal connections and slice of life. Expect heavy slice of life in this one. And please read through the free chapters before passing judgment.
RashCore · 76k Views

Treasures of Heaven and Earth

Why is it, that no matter how many world shattering heroes rise and fall, no matter how many times a realm is said to be depleted of resources, a hero rises again - burning all the resources they find as they go? Another inheritance is always found, another spirit herb, magical artefact... and no one asks why they never seem to run out... ...what keeps creating all these fortunate encounters? Why? And what happens if it stops? --- Warning, this book is a slow burner - rather than a fast paced DBZ style novel --- AUTHORS UPDATE: --- First 50 (one-third of) existing chapters have now been edited and reuploaded. Very little has been changed plot or event wise. It's been grammar, clarity, pacing/smoothness, period accuracy, and detail/sense layering. --- Apologies to my Readers My life has gone completely insane since 2019. I am prepared to start again, but I'm going to be slowly posting revised and clean chapters first, taking down old chapters as the new edits completely replace them. Unfortunately, Webnovel doesn't alert to updates to old content. I'm managing a couple of chapters a week worth of editing. By the way, if anyone thinks AI can do the work of writing for you, I say that it's an invaluable editing tool and soundingboard - but I find it still takes three to four hours of rewriting and discussing with the AI to update each chapter to a state I'm happy with. The payoff is that the AI keeping track of the novel events, characters, plots and threads as I go; trying to keep all that straight and losing focus is a big part of what blocked me last time, so hopefully, once I get to new content things will flow smoothly. --- This work was written and revised by the author with the assistance of a trained AI editor. All final choices, worldbuilding, and character voices were shaped by the author’s intent and hand.
WheeledWriter · 784.7k Views

This Extra Hates Bad Endings

Matt is an ordinary young college student with an addiction to the pages of The Golden Weaver’s First Apprentice. This novel wasn’t just a hobby for him, it was his lifeline, the one thing that kept him feel alive when the rest of the world felt unbearably dim. Page after page, chapter after chapter, he followed the journey of the Finster, a character he cared for more fiercely than anyone else, even his family or himself. When the long-awaited final chapter was released, Matt devoured it with trembling anticipation. The writing was flawless, every thread tied together, every arc resolved with masterful precision. It made sense. And yet, when he reached the final chapter, his world collapsed. It was a tragedy. A selfless sacrifice. One life given to save countless others. A "Bitter-Sweet" ending, the community called it. Matt was devastated. He raged at a world—both fictional and real—that could demand such a price from a character he loved so deeply. “I hate bad endings,” he whispered through clenched teeth. As though responding to his grief, his phone flickered. A soft light bloomed across the screen, forming words he had never seen before, yet somehow he understood it. How do you think it should have ended? Stunned, confused, barely conscious of his own voice, Matt answered from the depths of his heart: “I would be there for him. I’d support him, be his anchor—his start and his release. His companion. His ally. I owe him at least that much.” The light paused for a long, breathless moment. Then it replied: Don’t fail this time. And Matt’s world began to change.
White_Baby_Daisy · 110.6k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 306.4k Views