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Waking up to a world where order is decaying, chaos is taking root, and fate has mysteriously died. Noctis finds himself rudely awakened. His place turned to smithereens, all of his possessions nothing but ashes, replaced by a lone fragment of fate, becoming his only path forward. Beginning his path to ascension, the path of an Authority Wielder. Thrown into a world of mysteries, conflicts, secret organizations, wars, and rituals, where concepts and laws of nature are manipulated and degraded to nothing more than weapons, tools of mass destruction. A new world of opportunities for Noctis to navigate. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/971911/fictions

Kesialan menimpa Hendery Hari ini, sesuatu yang seharusnya tak terjadi dalam hidupnya. Namun sesuatu yang sial itu kini kerap kali terjadi di kenyataan, dan terbilang normal. Sebagai orang biasa yang pertama melihat hal itu dia diberi penghargaan 'Penjelajah' Dan kini dunia terus saja berubah. —Termasuk dirinya. "Semoga keberuntungan menyertaiku."

Marriage was set for Scott Devlin with an unknown bride that his uncle-turned-foster-father arranged for him. He was permissive to return the kindness for keeping him as part of the Devlin family, but anxious to be tied down to a human. The marriage was something planned, shrinking his world for him not to imprint. Growing up, he has been warned that blood will mark his life as soon as he meets his mate. Skeptic of the foolish warning, as an Alpha of the Grayback Clan, Scott thought that the marriage won't ever draw a line for him to imprint, and that his fate is always written in the stars. On the day of his wedding, a turnabout shook the Devlins when Scott didn't show up... The Devlin siblings took the matter in their hands knowing that their brother, despite brazen and blatant, have a soft spot for their father and would never dare defy his wishes. Leaving his bride alone at the altar, her tears streamed down her cheeks, only they were happy and satisfied for being stood up. Taking the opportunity to runaway and escape her overwhelming taxing life as a doctor and only daughter of Alva Woodsworth, Diana fled to the island where their honeymoon should be spent. She considered it as a treat for being (un)lucky in life. It's true that when stars align, the universe will work in your favor. And so, in one of the most unexpected nights of Scott's life in a private island that no one can simply go into, his world crashed into the hands of this woman whose scent made him weak to his knees. As soon as he gets lost in her eyes, he knew it was the compelling works of the imprint. "My Luna", he told Diana.

This is my first Novel, so please take leniency towards my writing. Synopsis: Dante wakes up in a cage inside someone else's body, with no memory of how he got there and no time to figure it out. With nothing but his tenacity and a power he can barely understand, he survives long enough to find himself enrolled at Solcrest Academy, a prestigious institution for those who wield supernatural abilities known as Shapers. It doesn't take long for him to realize that he is not the only one stuck here. Together with a fellow transmigrator named Mark, Dante learns that the world he has transmigrated to is not one he recognizes, nor does he know the future plots of it. It is a story, already set in motion, populated by extraordinary people with supernatural abilities. Mark remembers enough of it to know that the ending is not a good one. He doesn't remember enough to know how to stop it. The heroes of this story have already been chosen. Dante was not among them; he was an extra. He has no grand destiny, no exceptional talent, and no advantage beyond the company of someone who can only give him the names of the main characters group. But the story isn't finished yet. Dante refuses to be taken out without putting up a fight. ––– Precautions before reading: -There will be a lot of cursing involved. -Mc may act dumb at times but is not completely brainless.

This isn’t a story of heroes and villains. In a fractured universe where justice and chaos blur, people are not saviors—they are survivors. Dreamers. Fighters shaped by a world that forces them to choose who they become. The Judgement Order maintains peace through control, offering the illusion of choice while quietly shaping society to its will. Opposing them is the Plasma Nexus, a rebellion that fights for freedom… even if that freedom leads to destruction. But what is freedom without order? And what is order without truth? At the center of it all is Iver Tanaka, the Masked Drifter—a boy forged by tragedy, searching for purpose in a world that sees him as a monster. He doesn’t have the answers. And neither do we. Through his journey, SUNDIAL explores identity, survival, and the cost of choice. It asks a simple question with no easy answer: Would you fight for freedom… even if it meant embracing chaos? Or would you accept control… in exchange for peace? There are no right sides here. Only consequences. Welcome to SUNDIAL. Freedom isn’t always what it seems. And neither are the people fighting for it. "SUNDIAL" is a sci-fi manga about survival and rebellion in a chaotic galaxy ruled by the oppressive Judgment Order. It follows Iver Tanaka, a 17-year-old scavenger from Earth's slums with the unique ability to manipulate friction. Known as the Masked Drifter, Iver works for his own survival until he's drawn into the struggle of the Plasma Nexus, a small rebellion fighting for freedom. As Iver uncovers truths about his past and the universe's corruption, he faces tough choices between selfish ambition and becoming a symbol of hope in a lawless world. The story combines intense action, morally complex characters, and a gritty, dystopian setting, exploring what it means to fight for survival and justice.

Vengeance After Mercy He was sealed to protect the world. She was the only one who could calm the fire. Now she’s gone. Gerard was a soldier. A protector. A man who carried something ancient and unspeakable inside him—Jay, a demon of living flame held in check by the love of a single woman: Angela Ziegler. But when Mercy dies in a brutal attack, the seal breaks… and Jay wakes up. No longer a guardian. Now, a god of grief and fire. Burning with loss, Jay tears through Reaper in a storm of soul-rending fury. But his wrath is not revenge—it is judgment. With each step, the line between man and monster disappears. He’s not fighting the world. He’s unmaking it. Now Overwatch’s last survivors must confront what remains of their friend… and what he’s become. Widowmaker. Genji. Hanzo. They remember the warmth before the fire turned cold. But if Jay has embraced oblivion, can anyone reach what’s left of the soul he buried? Because when grief becomes flame… the world burns with it.

THE GAME OF ASCENSION (Phase I — The Pikra War) The world was never ruled by kings. It was ruled by players. Two figures move civilizations like pieces on a cosmic chessboard: The Misunderstood Revolutionary. The Exiled Prodigy. And humanity is caught between them. What begins through the eyes of an ordinary side character slowly unfolds into a war spanning factions, dimensions, forgotten histories, and godlike beings known as the Asuras — ancient enemies of the Devas who once shook existence itself. At the center of it all stands one monster among men: Kae The man called the smartest human alive. The Seventh Asura Community Ruler. The greatest disciple of the legendary Gomo Taka. A being so terrifyingly gifted that he was considered worthy of leading the Immortalus Society at the age of fifty — a position even prodigies spend centuries chasing. But genius alone does not create monsters. Kae controls civilizations from the shadows, raising kingdoms and destroying nations for a single purpose: To ensure he always has enough pawns. To some, he is a savior. To others, the greatest threat in history. And the worst part? He might actually be right. As wars intensify and truths begin collapsing, one realization becomes unavoidable: The Pikra War was never the end. It was merely the opening move. --- What to Expect Multiple protagonists and shifting POVs Psychological warfare and political manipulation Cosmic power systems and ancient factions Morally grey characters Mastermind vs mastermind conflicts Large-scale wars and strategic battles Long-term mysteries and foreshadowing Villains who feel terrifyingly human --- In this game, there are no heroes. Only players. And pieces waiting to realize they were never free. ---

Arjun was an ordinary nobody—until a prophecy from another dimension claimed him as an Avatar. Now, he is the only thing standing between our world and Tormaan, a demonic Asura warlord fueled by the corrupt essence of supreme dark matter AKA anti-god element. From the shadows of the cosmos, the immortal "Dark Sage" Shukracharya pulls the strings, seeking to plunge both the earthly realm and the celestial heavens into eternal night. To save humanity, Arjun must cast aside his mortality and ascend. He isn't just fighting a war; he’s claiming a throne he never wanted. The era of the humans is over. The era of the God-King begins.

I died once. Got stoned to death by a mob because a pretty girl with a heroine halo got jealous of my usefulness. Last thing I heard was her confession...she was the one who opened the gates to let the zombies in and pinned it on me. It was real touching stuff. The next thing I knew, I woke up in silk pajamas with a second chance. Here's the thing about knowing the apocalypse is coming: you prepare. I emptied grocery stores, stole weapons, filled a spatial storage with enough supplies to outlast the end of the world. I also learned my lesson about powers—they drain your life force, and I'm not dying twice for the privilege of throwing vines around. So I stayed home in the mansion I shared with my guardian and his head of security. But I decided to take the last bit of advice I had been given in my previous life: 'Stay home.' Done. I'm not going anywhere and no one is going to be able to move me if I don't want. Unfortunately for me, I stole the wrong thing in this life, and now I have another two men in my house who think that I don't know what I am doing. Four men...a billionaire guardian, his head of security, a weapons dealer, and his quiet enforcer...they all tried to convince me to evacuate. When that didn't work, they tried to leave without me. Funny how that works out when you realize the only stable thing in a collapsing world won't budge. Suddenly, their evacuation plans don't matter anymore. Suddenly, they're staying too. I'm not here to save anyone. I'm not the hero. I'm just a woman who's already survived this once, and I'm not interested in repeating my mistakes. But survival? That's my specialty. And apparently, I'm everyone else's, whether I like it or not. Author's Note: There is a few things that after 140 chapters (and a lot of comments) I need to clarify. The title is: "Refusing to leave home." Please don't expect her to leave her house. The idea of this novel is: "It's okay to just survive." You don't have to be responsible for the human race, you don't have fix what everyone screws up. It's okay to do nothing and keep living. Rouxi comes from a seriously fucked up past life. Her parents were abusive and since she was four years old, she has learned that, in order to survive, you can only rely on yourself. Dying and being reborn just reinforces this belief. This is in a completely different world from my previous ones. This is a fresh start but with all the things you come to expect from me. There will be no crossovers (Gasp... I know!) The particulars: MFMMM No MM Age gap Zombies

« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

A wimpy, safety-first, and cautious ordinary man climbs the tower.

Owen Colt didn’t ask to be reincarnated. And definitely not into the most chaotic, explosive universe of them all: the world of superheroes. No systems. No fancy nanotech suits. No powers (or so he thought)... Armed with nothing but the memories of a past life and a burning will not to die as cannon fodder, Owen made the only choice he could: train, harden himself, and survive. From childhood, every step he took was an investment in his future: intelligence, weapons, tactics, hand-to-hand combat, military strategy. He became the perfect soldier... only to walk away just before the world was about to explode. Because he knew that once caped gods started falling from the sky, the first to die would be the regular soldiers. His plan? Stay out of it. Don’t be just another name on a grave. His reality? A corpse at his doorstep, an assassin trained like a Black Widow, and a conspiracy that drags him straight into the deadliest chessboard in the entire Marvel Universe. Because sometimes, you don’t choose to be a hero. Sometimes, chaos chooses you. And Owen Colt... is more than ready to hit back. Quick Note: Yes, he will have superpowers. The story is based on the MCU, but I’ll be incorporating elements from the comics too, including certain heroes. I have no intention of making this a harem—unless explicitly requested. At most, the protagonist won’t have a fixed partner, but rather a “friends with benefits” type of relationship. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction based on the MCU and Marvel Comics. I do not own the rights to Marvel, its characters, stories, or original concepts. All rights belong to their respective owners. The only original character is OWEN COLT, whose story and development are entirely my own. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

Synopsis: In the final moment before her destruction, Wanda Maximoff — the Scarlet Witch — is pulled into a void beyond time or form. Lost in the abyss of her guilt, a mysterious light touches her… and brings her back. Not to her world, but to another. One where magic is different. Where redemption might take shape: the world of Harry Potter. When a luminous figure — a doe — shows her the memories of a boy abandoned and mistreated by his relatives, Wanda understands her new purpose: to protect Lily Potter’s son. Though she doesn’t know why she was chosen, she accepts the deal. In exchange for a chance at redemption, she will care for little Harry. But Wanda is no ordinary witch. And this world is not ready for her. From the very first moment on Privet Drive, the Dursleys will feel that something has changed. With power, resolve, and growing compassion, Wanda will face a new destiny. Because this time… no one will touch the boy without facing her. After all, who better to protect the Boy Who Lived… than the Scarlet Witch herself? Author's Disclaimer: This story is loosely inspired by the initial premise of Strange Potter, a work I greatly admire and that served as a creative spark for developing this project. Although the plot, character development, and events are entirely original and distinct, I believe it's only fair to acknowledge that initial influence. Likewise, this is a non-profit fanfic that blends elements from the Marvel and Harry Potter universes, whose rights belong to their respective creators and owners (Marvel/Disney and J.K. Rowling). This work is made with respect and with the intention of paying tribute to these worlds that so many of us have enjoyed. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

God’s Abyss descends, and all over the world, people dream of a cosmic cube that grants them sign-in systems. With abyss gates constantly appearing and pouring out beasts, monsters, undead, demons, and devils, humanity’s only hope is the Executioners; those granted special systems that allow them battle against these abyss creatures one way or another. MAGE.exe, VLLN.exe, HERO.exe, WZRD.exe, VMPR.exe, ENGR.exe… whatever it was, all they had to do was sign in to their system worlds and defeat bosses to level up in reality. But when Roy gets his own sign-in system… [ERROR: No EXE Environment Found!] [Sign-In Unsuccessful!] “Okay, then. At least, show me my skills.” [You must be signed in to view your skills.] “???” #WeakToStrong #Fastpaced

just an average adventure story with the hero's party

What would you do if you could travel to your favorite universe to explore? Mark died, and now he is living what he thought would be his perfect adventure. Fate had other plans...

An outcast living without hope accidentally finds a crystal necklace, believing it to be nothing more than an ordinary object. He soon realizes that the crystal necklace possesses a strange power—but the more he uses it, the more people begin to hunt him. At first, he only wants to survive, but his journey leads him to encounter friends, enemies, and secrets about an ancient war.

A youth emerges with the Nine Treasures, A Divine Sword subdues the wicked. Through ten thousand years of fate’s design, Destined souls converge once more. The Seven Kill Sword cleaves the heavens, The Bone Dragon soars through shattered voids, The Nine Treasures Radiant Glaze turns divine light— Thus the Supreme Sect claims its throne. On Douluo Planet, the Demon Emperor and Holy Sovereign unleash calamity upon the land. "This blade? The Seven Kill Sword!" "Unleash the formation! Divine Slaying Formation!"

From the King of Earth and Metal, the Tyrant who controls flames and magma, to the Supreme King of the Supreme, Great, and Greatest Kingdom, or the Dragon of the World, the Dragon of Thousand Faces and Thousand Aspects... These titles are just embellishments on the crown of power of this red dragon. The world has changed because of him. Cultural thoughts and ideologies are his fluttering flags; Mage towers and floating cities are his war fortresses; Countless races and strange creatures are his soldiers; and countless dragons are his commanders; This is a civilization established by a dragon, a dragon kingdom that commands the entire multiverse. (this is a translation)