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#NoCP What happens when a modern-day lottery winner gets yeeted into the body of an overlooked princess in a historical novel? For Yun Shu, the answer is simple: Keep calm and keep scrolling. After her family’s sudden windfall, Yun Shu was all set for a life of luxury—until she woke up in the body of the fifth princess of a dynasty she literally read about in a book. Good news? Her mega-villa came with her as a cheat-like pocket dimension, complete with Wi-Fi. Bad news? The original novel did not promise her a happy ending—just a quick exit as a cannon-fodder side character. But here's the twist: Her new "dad" is the all-powerful Emperor Xuanwu, a man with a mysterious system that predicts the future… and keeps pointing to her as the key to saving the empire. Yun Shu just wants to nap and binge fried chicken, but fate (and her suddenly very attentive imperial father) has other plans. Between dodging court politics and accidentally becoming the empire’s lucky charm, can this transmigrated slacker survive—or will she end up crowned emperor? --- Notes: New, improved version is available on my AO3 'Rikhi' === English Original Title:《Too much! Father is actually cheating》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.)

In this world, nobody ascends alone. You rise with your kingdom — through wars, through losses, through every moment that should have finished you but you overcome it and broke through. Everyone who arrives gets the same deal. A universal system, a voice, a blank patch of nothing and the nerve to call it a kingdom someday. See, people built some wild things here. Underwater Civilizations. Cloud empires. Cities inside trees so massive they have their own weather systems. Floating eldritch continents that only seek conquests and horrors. And more. Genuinely breathtaking stuff. But mine tops them all. The greatest kingdoms in this realm thunder across history like storms. But guess what? The sky within which they spread their thunder is ruled by me. The ones that came before me are history. The ones that came after me are comparisons. And the ones that tried to surpass me? Good stories. Tragic endings. Want to see how that happened? Then get onboard. It's a wild ride. #Kingdom Building. #Strong MC. #No-Harem. #Progression Fantasy. #Summons. ------ [ Discord: https://discord.gg/MSM9Gp3Jxz ]

Being transmigrated wasn't in Reis's bucket list. Being so in an unpredictable world with danger lurking everywhere? Not even in his nightmare journal. So he definitely isn't thrilled when his soul is literally dragged out into a void and forced into a foreign body. Or about the blue screen of doom, trying to convince him that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be. Like hell it was right for him to be in line for the throne. Surely, Reis had run out of luck. But that didn't mean he was foolish enough to play hero. No. Why must he sacrifice his peace for something so foolish? Reis just had to wait. Until the royal family let their guard down, and he had enough money to escape far away. Just enough to escape heaven's eyes. And someone promised to help. Someone who didn't even know how to hold a human right side up. The fearsome guardian, who, for some reason, picked the weakest human to bother. It cost Reis half his mortal soul and a bit more, but what can he do? Escaping the throne is more important than dignity. Once the trouble's off his shoulder, he'd find a peaceful land to settle in and spend the rest of his mortal life lazing away. The perfect escape plan. But how is he supposed to escape from this so-called guardian again, at least before losing himself entirely? Well, not anytime soon. *** Antihero, bitter MC X Villainous, transcend level ML.

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------

"Blessed by the Primal Demon Ashlesh, Faen transforms the toxic gloom of Zaun into a realm of euphoria, using the power of 'Joy' to conquer both his enemies and the hearts of beloved champions like Zeri and Jinx." "A high-octane R-18 adventure where political revolution meets intimate conquest, following Faen as he tears down the Chem-Barons' rule while exploring the limitless potential of his demonically enhanced body." "Discover a darker, sexier side of Runeterra where a transmigrator's curse becomes his greatest weapon, turning battle, pleasure, and governance into a singular path to absolute power." "Faen doesn't just want to save Zaun; he plans to reshape it through violence and delight, building a new order supported by the unwavering devotion of the world's strongest heroines." "With a unique power system that converts intense emotion into physical strength, this novel blends explosive action with explicit romance, offering a fresh, hedonistic take on the League of Legends universe." Novel Tags: League of Legends，Harem，R-18，Overpowered MC，Kingdom Building，Demon Powers When your weekly power status reaches 100 power stones, a new chapter will be updated. Support me and want to read more chapters: patreon.com/Briery

The universe is filled with powerful cultivators, immortal sects, and ancient empires. But every great civilization begins somewhere. Five hundred years after Astra Minor was abandoned by the powerful, a young cultivator named Kael Orion refuses to leave his dying home world. While others see only a dead planet, Kael sees something else: A broken system waiting to be rebuilt. By rediscovering forgotten planetary cultivation methods, Kael begins restoring the spiritual veins of the planet itself. Mountains awaken. Ley lines reconnect. Spiritual energy returns. From the ruins of a forgotten world, a new civilization will rise. And one day, the universe will remember the name: Astra Minor

Rudra Pratap died a broken man in 2026, sacrificed on the altar of corporate corruption. He wakes up with a second chance in the most volatile decade of Indian history: the 1970s. It is an age of suffocation—where the License Raj strangles innovation and the government controls the means of production. But Rudra has brought something back from the future. Possessing a mysterious System that allows him to import 21st-century blueprints and foresee geopolitical shifts, Rudra begins his ascent. While others fear the impending war, Rudra sees a supply chain opportunity. While others beg bureaucrats for permits, Rudra buys the bureau.He is no longer the victim. He is the predator. His goal is not just wealth. He aims to forge an industrial empire so vast that operates in the shadows of global finance while building the spine of Indian industry. Watch Rudra Pratap turn a dying textile mill into a global empire, one crisis at a time. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction set in an alternate 1970s timeline. All characters, businesses, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Real-world brands and historical figures are included solely for atmospheric context and do not imply endorsement or factual accuracy. © 2026 Inkstory. All rights reserved. This story is published exclusively on Webnovel,Royal Road and Scribble Hub. If you are reading this on a pirate site, please report it.

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

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Felix, a business elite, died in a car accident under a heavy truck, but his soul accidentally traveled to New York in 1860 and became a 19-year-old Irish youth with nothing. With only 100 dollars in his pocket, he built a canning factory from scratch using modern business thinking, expanding it to become a company. During the turbulent years of the Civil War, his assets soared thanks to precise planning. With the advent of the Gilded Age, he expanded into oil, steel, military industry, railroads, and even ventured into media, real estate, electrical technology, and the hotel industry. From a contemporary elite to a 19th-century pauper, how did he create a multi-faceted, top-tier family tycoon in America a century ago? This is a translation America 1860: Building a Financial Tycoon from Scratch 美利坚1860：从零开始当财阀

In a cruel twist of fate, Arthur is torn from his world and transmigrated into the realm of Lumira, a second chance at life, but one forged in blood, magic, and claws. Cast as the overlooked, overweight Third Prince of the powerful Verona Kingdom on the continent of Aldoria, teeming with magic, monsters, and treacherous enemies lurking, he possesses no divine blessings, no prophesied destiny or powerful magic… only the Devourer Core and his wits. Witness the ascent of Arthur, the forgotten and mocked third prince who carves his path to the throne. Alliances shatter beneath him. Enemies fall before his ambition. From the ashes of scorn and hate, an unstoppable legend rises as a foe appears that the Devourer Prince can hope to face. In a world where mercy is weakness and power is everything, only the cunning survive… and only the ruthless reign.

Warning: Explicit Content (Only 18+ Are Allowed) John suddenly finds himself transmigrated into a fantasy world and into the body of an ordinary 20-years-old man of a poor family in small, forgotten town in a corner of this vast world. The constant threat of wild beasts from the nearby mountain looms over the town while people struggle to make their ends meet. However, John is not only going to thrive in this small but dangerous town, he is also grow stronger and make his name resound throughout this mystical world because he has something others don't--a system. But... Isn't my system a bit too... Perverted? ---- Additional Tags: First POV, Smut, Milfs, Legal Lolis, Threesome, No NTR, Netori, Forbidden Romance, Fast Progression, Perverted Protagonist, Determined Protagonist.

Aiden was reborn into a cultivation realm, carrying the abilities of his former in-game avatar, a necromancer. All he ever wanted was to adapt, keep his head down, and survive in this ruthless, law-of-the-jungle world. But destiny had other intentions. A chain of misfortunes forced his hand, setting him on a path he never intended to walk, one that drove him to rise above all others, dominate the world with his undead army, and ascend as a supreme existence in the cosmos.

Dylan Walker said no to the demon's deal. Ten years of success for his soul. He turned it down flat. The next morning, Hell processed the contract anyway. His college records updated overnight. Job offers started appearing. The miserable life he had been grinding through for years began quietly fixing itself, one piece at a time. He should have known it was too good to be true. A low-ranking demon forged his signature to meet a quota. A desperate, idiotic, career-saving forgery that Hell's system accepted without question. Now the supernatural world believes Dylan walker willingly sold his soul. Collection is scheduled in ten years. The paperwork is already filed. When Lan tries to cancel it, he hits a wall older than civilization itself. Demon contracts are absolute. Unbreakable. Enforced by powers that don't negotiate and don't care about the truth. Except Dylan found something no one was supposed to find. A flaw. A single crack in Hell's legal foundation. If he can prove the contract was fraudulent, Hell doesn't just lose his soul. It loses something that could unravel the balance of power across the entire supernatural world. Now everyone knows he found it. Demons want him buried before he talks. Fae want to weaponize what he knows. Dragons and older powers are placing bets on whether a human with no magic and no allies can actually pull this off. Lan just wanted his life back. Instead he is about to become the first person in history to commit legal fraud against Hell itself. And Hell has no idea what to do with someone who fights back with paperwork.

One day I woke up inside Heroes Rising as a minor antagonist named Grey — a nobody villain meant to die at the start of the war arc without so much as a cool last line. My life was already bad as it was. So why did my family sell me off to the novel's final boss? And why is she obsessed with me?

Seven billion people died in the blink of an eye. An alien "light-speed bullet" vaporized Earth, leaving Captain Jason and the crew of the Victory as the only witnesses. Now, the final 51,223 survivors are stranded on Moon Base One, staring into the void where home used to be. But the Base covers a secret: an indestructible Alien Ark buried in the crater and the "Perfect Element," a substance that grants immortality. Jason is the only successful subject of the Element experiments, the First Superhuman which shattered human limits, enhanced speed, and a lifespan of 1,500 years. With a ticking clock and food reserves for only 98 days, Jason must rise as humanity's last leader. From suppressing violent cults to unlocking alien technology and enacting planetary-scale construction, he must turn a dormant sphere into an interstellar ark. Humanity is on the brink of extinction but Jason refuses it to fall

From overworked corporate slave to… the fat niece of a future villain? At twenty-three, my life ended in the most ironic way possible, drowning in a lake while reading an online romance novel. When I woke up, I wasn’t just alive, I was inside that very novel. And worse, not as the princess or the healer or even the tragic maid. No. I woke up as Seraphine Agro, the silver-haired, chubby niece of the story’s main villain, Duke Tayler Agro, the man who would one day summon a famine, experiment on peasants, and get publicly executed. Awesome. Now I’m stuck in a half-collapsed mansion with stale soup, a broken “Duke” father who’s too kind for his own good, and an entire kingdom collapsing into plague and hunger. And to make things worse, the hero of the story—the dangerously handsome knight Sir Alex Canva, is on his way to inspect our lands. I know the plot. I know who dies. And I’m not planning to go quietly. Armed with sarcasm, stubbornness, and a questionable diet, I’m rewriting destiny, one disastrous choice at a time.

Audit after audit, he’d worked himself into the ground. Now death feels less like an end - more like waking up somewhere tilted, crooked. Not chosen. Not special. Just paperwork again, buried under ledgers in a crumbling castle. Whistleblower one moment; nameless bureaucrat the next. The throne wobbles. He sips weak tea. Numbers still lie here too. Empty coffers weigh on the realm. Richer nobles watch as people go without food. Confusing laws clash, paths for goods break down, pressure builds from unpaid dues strangling the throne. Most see the fall coming. The kingdom slips. From his view, someone meant to do it. A flashlight beam of logic cuts through dusty numbers, guided by ledgers and old laws instead of weapons. Where others see routine paperwork, he spots patterns - clues buried in decimals and footnotes. Every change made ripples outward, pulling people back from danger while stepping on toes built on disorder. Shadows gather behind him, sharpened by those who gain when things fall apart. Beyond that, another person sees things just like him. A man once fought to rescue the kingdom... then walked away when he saw no way back. He stayed silent after that, letting time bury what words could not fix. A clash unfolded - no blades, just rules, money, lives bent under pressure. Still, only one thought lingers Something cracked might need breaking more before it fits together again.