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Zenith of Desire: The Hollywood Incubus

Mature Contact... 1996, the world was still analog, disconnected, and blissfully unaware of the digital storm on the horizon. For Marvin Meyers, soon to be eleven-year-old prodigy with the souls of an ancient, -hungry Incubus, and a modern man it is the ultimate hunting ground. ​Armed with the memories of a future where tech giants rule and entertainment is the new religion, Marvin doesn't just want to be a star—he wants to own the sky. From the "plagiarism" of legendary works to the strategic acquisition of the world's most undervalued IPs, Marvin begins a cold, calculated climb to the top. ​While his classmates at his elite L.A. school worry about grades, Marvin is busy recruiting a young Mark Zuckerberg, filing predatory tech patents, and building a multi-national empire that spans the US, Japan, South Korea, and China. In a world fueled by human desire, there is no greater predator than an Incubus who knows exactly what the future wants before it even exists. Marvin Meyers died a lazy brat, but he woke up as something much more dangerous. With the 1997 Asian Financial Crisis looming and the Dot-com bubble about to hiss, Marvin has a four-year window to become rich enough to get his hands on one of the big seven. Joy, anger, lust, sorrow, and happiness are all desires and emotions. As long as these emotions are directed at me, they can become nourishment for my spiritual practice. Okay, let's see what reliable ways there are in this world that can stir up a lot of people's emotions? Hmm, writer, that's good; umm, music, that's also good; wow, Hollywood movies, reaching the whole world, that's fantastic! Looks like I need to become a plagiarist... what's that word again? Right, a copyist. I'll start as a writer, and my ultimate goal is to become an international star. What? You mean acting skills? I'm a Incubus!
GodOfGreedAs · 430.1k Views

I Built A Guild of Monsters To Babysit My Daughter

The God of Death has made a return, not to dominate the world, but to change a diaper. Raiking, once the supreme cultivator capable of obliterating civilizations with a mere thought, has emerged from years of isolation to discover that the only mortal he ever cherished is dead. She left behind only a final promise and an infant daughter named Faye. Confronted with the terrifying duty of raising a child and utterly at a loss for how to begin, Raiking seeks the guidance of his legendary Guild members: • ​Ezmelral: A sentient Divine Sword that tackles rocking the cradle with the precision of a military operation. • ​Libinea: A dethroned Phoenix Queen simply trying to manage the ensuing chaos. What mortals perceive as the onset of an apocalyptic conflict is, in fact, a god's frantic quest to obtain: Ordinary milk? No, my daughter deserves only the finest. The Heavens possess the best Celestial Milk? Then we must seize it. She needs a bed? There are whispers in the tavern about a dungeon, locked away for a thousand years, that is soon to be unsealed. Mortal sects are vying for the legendary artifact inside? How unfortunate for them. That Ice Bed is the only thing that can keep her comfortable, so I will claim it. Babies need toys? Then the Dwarven Kingdom must ensure their finest blacksmiths are on the job. Yet, beneath the humor lies a deeper narrative. Raiking’s actions send ripples through the world, drawing the attention of old foes, estranged allies, and a former wife who still believes that fragile human lives hold a significance he has long dismissed. As the child, Faye, grows, she becomes both anchor and enigma: evidence that even the God of Death might be transformed, not by fate, but by the quiet, ordinary moments he once considered trivial. --- This is a slice-of-life comedy about an overpowered dad who tackles parenting dilemmas with excessive force.
Roeyachi · 19.6k Views

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 · 2.9m Views