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In a city ruled by blood, power, and silence, Aria DeLuca sits on a throne no one believed a woman could hold. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. She controls finance, routes, and secrets the invisible veins of the underworld. When her banker is burned alive and her empire is challenged, Aria responds the only way she knows how: without mercy. But the fire wasn’t an accident. It was a message. From Luca Moretti the king of the other side of the city. A man who rules territory with guns and loyalty forged in blood. Calm, arrogant, and dangerously intelligent, Luca doesn’t want a share of the city. He wants all of it. When they finally meet on neutral ground, it isn’t war that erupts first it’s something far more dangerous. Attraction laced with hatred. Respect sharpened by rivalry. Two rulers who refuse to bow, yet can’t look away. They are enemies by legacy. Rivals by power. And a mistake waiting to happen. As betrayals surface, alliances crumble, and the city edges toward chaos, Aria and Luca must decide Will they destroy each other to claim the throne? Or burn the entire underworld down together? Because in a world where love is weakness and power demands sacrifice, choosing each other might be the deadliest move of all.

Reincarnated into that very Novel he was thrashing at. Died a pathetic death but, gained a dreamy life. Born as the Crown Prince in a world of magic and aura, he expected hardship, conflict, and chaos. Instead, he stepped into order and peace. But he didn't want to live an idle life, so went onto make his own crazy adventures. The romance novel he once read, now unfolds far from his existence, irrelevant to his path. From the moment he begins to grow, his genius becomes impossible to ignore— talent so overwhelming that the entire continent comes to revere him. This is not the story for survival. No desperate climb toward greatness. This is the story of a life reborn exactly as it was meant to be. Perfect Reincarnation

Title: The Prime Biocrat Synopsis: He inherited the memories of the apocalypse… and the perfect, cowardly body to survive it. Silas Ender lived through ten years of hell. When the Descent began monsters, magic, and a cruel System turning Earth into a cosmic battleground he survived through cunning, cowardice, and a powerful S-Rank Talent he was too afraid to use. He died a king of ruins, bitter and unfulfilled. Fate gave him a second chance. He awoke thirty days before the end of the world. And he died instantly. The trauma of reliving a decade of nightmares was too much. His heart stopped. His body did not remain empty. Another soul woke up in his place. Kaelon, a transmigrator with a will of cold iron, found himself armed with two weapons: 1. The perfect, complete memories of a man who saw the apocalypse from start to finish. 2. A terrifying, merged Talent: [Extreme Biokinesis] the power to absorb, reshape, and perfect any biology he understands. The coward’s guidebook and the survivor’s power are now in the hands of a man who feels no fear. While future warlords scramble for scraps and regressors plot their revenge, Kaelon has a simpler plan. He will use his month of grace not to hide, but to build. He will turn his own body into a living arsenal, forge a sanctuary into an unbreakable bastion, and transform the loyal and the useful into a new breed of humanity. The aliens will come. The gods will descend. The Battle of the Chosen will rage. And at its heart will be a sovereign who does not fight their evolution he commands it. --- Tags in this story): Transmigration, Regressor, Biokinesis, KingdomBuilding, ProgressionFantasy, Apocalypse, Action, Adventure, MaleLead, IntelligentMC, Sci-Fi, System, Survival.

[A mortal warmaster story about the Imperial Navy, with many female protagonists and a lot of hammering! ] Horatio never expected that he, a scum of the lower nest who was sentenced to death at the beginning, would become the first expedition warmaster from the Imperial Navy. He was awarded the command scepter of the Imperial Armed Forces by the Imperial Regent Guilliman with a smile. The Lion King Lion patted his shoulder and said, "Leave the battle line to you, I'm going to kill people." The Second Imperial Emperor *Bang! *Saint Lesto dreamed of taking care of his unlucky yellow-armored child. He was regarded as the favorite bedtime story by the God Emperor and the Four Gods. Well, it's over. Adjutant, sound the battle alarm! The Hell Vanguard immediately launched an orbital airborne strike! The Lord Guard launched a boarding attack on the rebel flagship! Today, only Abaddon and I can leave this void alive! All this started on the day at the end of the 41st millennium of the Dark Boundless...

"Don't come back! Don't return!" That was the last message Tom received from Earth before the signal died. Stranded 15 billion kilometers from the sun, he has enough supplies to survive alone for fifteen years. But Tom doesn't want to die alone. He wants to conquer. Desperate, Tom activates the ship’s biological livestock tank. He doesn't breed cattle; he clones himself. When the clone opens its eyes, Tom realizes he hasn't just created a helper, He has unlocked a Hive Mind. One consciousness. Multiple bodies. Parallel processing. More clone, more processing power But power has a price. With twelve clones now awake, his fifteen-year food supply has shrunk to a death sentence: One year. Forced into a corner, Tom must lead his clone army to the frozen, airless surface of Loshen Star. Armed only with 19th-century steam technology and sheer grit, he must ignite the fires of industry in absolute zero. He is no longer just an astronaut. He is the Swarm. And he will turn this dead planet into a civilization of one.

“Ruling is the duty of oversight, to oversee instead of create. To govern instead of live. It came with power and prestige, with obligation and responsibility. Soldiers fought and farmers farmed, but to be King is to rule. To maintain the illusion of power one’s forefathers had built. Marcus didn’t care for any of it. He saw magic when he first opened his eyes, and nothing else ever compared. But the King is old and he an only child. Decisions had to be made. Important, hard decisions. No one expected much of him. Not in regards to anything but magic. They were right not to. Until the cube. Until it taught him what life meant for people not born into nobility, and that all his skill with the arcane did not make him immortal. That running from problems did not, in fact, make them go away. Marcus Sepsimus Lannoy—Marcus to the friends he did not have—touched something he should not have on the day he planned to run from his problems.” Inspiration taken from The Menocht Loop, A Practical Guide to Evil and everything else I have ever read in my life. But mostly the first two, though not overly much from either. Concepts and the like. I hope to do them justice. Am I rambling? I feel like I’m rambling.

She built the road before the world learned to walk. She died in a world that already had roads. She woke up in a kingdom that still believed horses were the peak of civilization. Transmigrated into a rigid feudal era ruled by nobles, guilds, and outdated traditions, Elara Veyne finds herself reborn as the overlooked daughter of a declining noble house—a woman with no power, no title, and no future worth mentioning. Except for one thing. She remembers a world that moved. Wheels. Engines. Roads. Industry. While the kingdom remains trapped in endless wars, political stagnation, and reliance on brute force, Elara quietly begins building something no one understands—and everyone fears. Not magic. Not divine blessings. But machines. Her first invention is dismissed as madness. Her second is mocked as heresy. Her third changes trade forever. As roads begin to replace battlefields and engines challenge the dominance of aristocracy, Elara rises from a forgotten noblewoman into the most dangerous kind of power—a tycoon who controls movement, logistics, and wealth. Standing at her side is Prince Caelan Auremont, a war-hardened royal bound by tradition, duty, and a kingdom on the brink of collapse. He does not believe in miracles—but he believes in Elara. Their alliance begins as necessity. Their trust is forged through resistance and sacrifice. And their romance burns slowly, dangerously, beneath political tension and unspoken desire. But progress has a price. The nobility wants her silenced. The church wants her condemned. The old powers want her erased before the world learns how to move without them. As Elara’s engines reshape history, she must decide: Will she merely survive this era— or become the woman who rewrites it? In a world that never imagined wheels could rule kingdoms, she becomes the First Engine Tycoon.

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!" --Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server! https://discord.gg/APB5KCU --Follow my Instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/mlduong https://twitter.com/MLDuong --Cover Art by Derek-Paul Carll (carlldpn) --The Mech Touch is an original webnovel written by ML "Exlor" Duong. --The Mech Touch is mainly published on Webnovel.com and a select few platforms affiliated with the parent company of this website. --Artificial Intelligence / AI clarification: Since I started to write and publish The Mech Touch on 2018, I have never used AI tools to write my webnovel. All of my chapters are written and proofread directly by me for many years. The only automated tool that I have used is the basic spellchecker that comes standard with the Google Docs application. I have not changed my approach towards writing chapters for The Mech Touch even as technology has advanced and introduced new tools. I will continue to maintain my current approach for this webnovel until it has come to an end.

Dan was watching a massive collab of all the dbz universes to fight a corrupted god of time and space when he gets sucked into this mash up multiverse as a royal half blood basically the consort’s son oh and he is also a primal saiyan descendant so instead of godhood he goes into the depths of primality oh and he was born with a crazy high power level (yes super saiyan 4,5&6 plus many other forms will be included including some I have made up myself)

Earth has changed and with it so has humanity. Follow Miwen as he makes use of his Gift, Gacha Kingdom Building.

He was known as One-Eye, the Mercenary King who united ruthless companies and fought endless wars beneath another man’s banner. Once known as One-Eye, the Mercenary King fought for fifteen years beneath another man’s banner, uniting brutal companies and carving order from endless war. He did it for a single promise: land of his own, where his people could live free from nobles and crowns. The promise was broken. He was betrayed and left to die. In death, he met the Goddess of Fate, who had watched him from afar, loving his story before it was cut short. She grants him a second life, releasing him back into the world so she can watch his story unfold once more. Reborn as Aesa, abandoned and unwanted, he rises again from nothing. As he grows, he discovers the ability to see the gravity of fate itself and, with effort and consequence, bend it. Lives, reputations, and destinies begin to shift wherever he walks. This time, the Mercenary King will not fight for another man’s dream. He will gather warriors shunned by tradition, defy the knights who claim sole right to honor, and carve out land that is truly his own. Not even fate will decide his ending.

Damon’s life on Earth was nothing but survival. Orphaned, broke, and forgotten, he takes a forbidden enhancement injection as his last gamble for a better future. Instead, he awakens in another world. Reincarnated with the consequences of his choice, Damon must navigate a new reality where power is brutal, fate is unforgiving, and his second life may demand more than his first ever did.He reawakens as a servant but still carries his own will. From that day on the Jester kneels before his Queen and hunts for her. Kingdoms rise and fall under their combined efforts. The Planes will try to stop them but they won’t falter. Now begins the rise of The Jester and his Queen.

Journey to become the Will of Humanity, the Emperor of Mankind. Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

In the crumbling Kingdom of Hyfelt, on the edge of total collapse, nobles sharpen their knives for a bloody succession war while monsters tear through the land and other races await to enslave and cleanse what's left. Then came "Vincent" a history-obsessed tabletop wargamer who somehow woke up as Baron "Victor", lord of a northern backwater town of Vindia. With nothing but his brain full of mankind's past and wargaming tactics, can this random modern guy pull a dying kingdom back from the brink and stop whatever races from turning humans into footnote in history book, or does he just become another idiot who thought he was special, only to get erased from history like everyone else?

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Radeon. A cosmic emperor who devoured his own universe to cage an unknown blight, and now woke in the weak flesh of a nobody scribe named Rai. Names for items and tools were skewed. Nothing had standards for equipment, pills, or martial arts. Despite arriving in a realm that should have been the best in its cosmos, it was not. People were muddled, confused, and backward. As he explored further, he discovered Eldritch Horrors running rampant within the Samsara Realm, trying to replace each man and woman with their own. Aware of what was happening, Radeon faced a choice. Will he cultivate just enough and escape the realm? Or will he bring salvation to the living beings of this Samsara he reincarnated into? [55,000+ Words before locked-in] [Cultivation] +[Eldritch] + [Middle Ages Era] [Warning: Contains violence and intimate contents on later chapters.] [System creation also on later chapters.] [Update Schedule: Guaranteed Two Chapters Daily.]

Rifts shattered the world, unleashing monsters that drove humanity to the edge of extinction. Survival came only through awakened talents—and among them, Beast Talents rose above all others, granting power, authority, and control over the new world. Beast Tamers became the pillars of civilization, commanding living companions, conquering dungeons, and shaping empires. At the Awakening Center of Red Leaf City, prodigies emerge one after another—rare talents, high ranks, and promising futures. Then Kael awakens. The crystal turns black. The system hesitates. F-Rank Talent: [Grave Compatibility] Dismissed as weak and defective, Kael is labeled a failure in a world that worships living beasts. Even he believes it is nothing more than terrible luck. What Kael doesn’t know is that his talent should not exist. While Beast Tamers command the living, Kael awakens the power to command the dead—necromancy, resurrection, and corpse evolution in a system fundamentally designed to reject it. His talent is not ranked low because it is weak, but because it is incompatible with the world itself. As dungeons deepen, factions clash, and hidden truths about the awakening system begin to surface, Kael’s power grows—from solitary undead to evolving legions, from ignored outcast to an existence that terrifies nations. They call him F-rank. But in a world built on flawed rules, the most dangerous power is not the strongest one— It is the one the system was never meant to contain.

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Falum is the greatest defensive chess player in the world. He doesn’t play to win — he plays to never lose. Lazy, tiny, and socially dysfunctional, he spends his life avoiding reality while his mother desperately tries to marry him off. In a perfectly peaceful world, God is bored out of his mind. No wars. No chaos. No heroes. Nothing. Until he discovers Falum. Intrigued, God challenges him to a game and allows Falum to choose the rules. Falum chooses a coin toss. He wins. With a single flip, Falum becomes the new God. The old God is thrown into Falum’s weak human body, while Falum awakens in a new fantasy world with unlimited power — and zero motivation. Instead of ruling, conquering, or saving anyone, Falum does what he does best: Nothing. But boredom is still boredom. So Falum does the unthinkable. He invents money. He builds computers. He creates arcades. He turns a primitive fantasy world into a gaming and esports empire. Demon Kings become tryhards. Gods become spectators. Legends become players. And yet, one problem remains unsolved. Now I Got Godly Powers, But Still No girlfriend

[Completed] - I'm planning to write more extra chapters for this novel. [Rewrite done] === Su Min transmigrated into the game world of "Path of Immortality" right after creating her character. Now she's a fallen noblewoman whose clan was executed as scapegoats for a certain prince's rebellion. At just fourteen years old, she's become the target of a powerful being that wants her body. With the Emperor also wanting her dead, she's being hunted by the entire empire. A fugitive and utterly alone, how will she survive in this increasingly dangerous world? (Note: I'm currently refining the translation to smooth out the prose. If you spot small changes during a re-read, that's why! The story itself remains the same.)