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[NEXUS GLITCH OCCURRED. ERROR IN COMPENSATION ALGORITHM.] [AWARDED: 10,000x SKILL PROFICIENCY MULTIPLIER.] [Action Registered: Cast Basic Spark.] [Nexus Glitch Activated: Proficiency x10,000.] [WARNING: Concept Threshold Breached. Magic Law Unlocked.] [Pyroblast evolves to Conceptual Law: Forbidden Spell - Solar Flare.] Instantly, a tiny, pathetic ember no larger than a match-strike mutates into a miniature sun, incinerating a pack of elite Demon Wolves and leaving behind a smooth crater of glowing, melted glass! ———————— [Action Registered: Executed Dagger Strike.] [Nexus Glitch Activated: Proficiency x10,000.] [Dagger Mastery leveled up to 10/10! Max Level Reached!] [WARNING: Concept Threshold Breached. Combat Law Unlocked.] [Assassin’s Creed evolves to Conceptual Law: God-Slayer’s Edge.] While normal players grind for years just for a 5% damage increase, Sebastian slashes the empty air once and gains a conceptual law that ignores 100% of physical armor, magical shielding, and conceptual invulnerability! While massive guilds try to zerg elite mobs, Sebastian solo-clears a five-hundred-man undead horde with a single snap of his fingers! [Action Registered: Cast Basic Slow.] [Nexus Glitch Activated: Proficiency x10,000.] [WARNING: Concept Threshold Breached. Gravitational Law Unlocked.] [Crushing Field evolves to Conceptual Law: Gravity Well.] Congratulations on turning a Tier 0 debuff into 100 Gs of atmospheric pressure! You have violently crushed the arrogant Golden Lions into the toxic sludge! Mocked for his 10-all base stats? He bypasses digestion cooldowns with [Forbidden Alchemy], granting himself an effectively infinite mana pool from literal garbage. Laughed at for his unarmored, Useless [Drifter] class? He evolves a basic wind blade into [Dimensional Sever], cleanly cutting a Level 12 Guardian's heavy armor in half without scratching his skin. Challenged by the pay-to-win guild master? He targets the fifty-meter radius around them and forces them to yield to the cold certainty of mass. But the Drifter’s greatest power is the [Nexus Glitch]. He doesn't just learn skills; he evolves them into reality-breaking laws. From turning crushed, wilted weeds into Divine-tier [Potions of Knitting] to fracturing his own timeline to summon an [Army of One]. Follow Sebastian as he transforms from a "glitch" into a Sovereign of Laws! He will build an impenetrable real-world Sanctuary, fight alongside the ruthless Arcane Valkyrie Valerie, and slaughter the Void Gods before the apocalypse even begins!

What if you were rejected three times over—by your family, by society, and by the world itself? This is not a tale of vengeance, nor the story of a barbaric conqueror. It is the story of someone who possesses overwhelming power, yet wishes for nothing more than to be accepted and live as an ordinary human. Al is the true-born son of the noble Virellano family. But seventeen years ago… he was swapped at birth, abandoned at an orphanage, and forgotten by his own blood. Now, he has returned. Not as a guest. Not as an intruder. But as the real young master. The problem? That family… has grown to love the child who isn’t even theirs. Al doesn’t care. He’s not interested in fake affection, inheritance, or the family throne. All he wants is a normal life—an existence where he can finally be accepted, not as a terrifying creature, not as a monster, but as a human. But within his body lies a forgotten ancient energy. And the sealed living weapon he carries… is slowly awakening. This world is far from simple. Beneath the glittering lives of nobles lies a hidden system of energy, ancient races, and long-dead magic… waiting to rise again.

The dead scream for justice. They have been screaming for centuries. In my office on the 88th floor, the sound is indistinguishable from the hum of the paper shredder. I have twelve of history's most dangerous minds in my vault—Caesar, Cleopatra, Napoleon, Wu Zetian, and eight others whose names are synonymous with the word empire. I stripped them of their crowns and their divinity and left them with the only two things that survive death intact: greed, and memory. Then I put them to work. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. The First Emperor runs my supply chains with the same draconian efficiency that built the Great Wall. The Queen of the Nile runs my PR division and calls it beneath her. Caesar rewrites the legal architecture of an entire financial district before breakfast and considers it a light morning. The rules are simple. The Emperor with the highest ROI earns twenty-four hours of full sensory restoration—taste, warmth, the burn of real alcohol, everything the synthetic body cannot feel. The Emperor at the bottom earns something else: a Hell Start. Reincarnation as a beggar, a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb in the next cycle. They know this. It keeps them focused. Every full moon, the tavern opens. The millions they killed in their lifetimes gather as my Jury—compressed into a medium that runs on pure hatred, sustained by a spite so concentrated it has proven, against all known physics, to be a measurable energy source. They vote. They decide which of their tormentors leads the next charge, and which of the most venomous among them earns a temporary body to return to the waking world. Wu Zetian shed her imperial robes to kneel at my feet and beg for a private review of her HR directorship. Arsinoe—murdered by her own sister two thousand years ago—spent six weeks haunting Cleopatra's servers and built a perfect weapon before she ever asked me for the body to deliver it. Cleopatra herself believes her beauty is a currency I will eventually accept. She has not yet understood that in this building, the only currency is performance. I do not need loyalty. I need sharp blades. I do not trade in mercy. I trade in ROI. They believe this is my game. They do not ask why I need to win it. Rules? I am the rule. Harem? The highest-tier spoils of a game they don't know the stakes of. Every arc is a different world. Every world is a wound that needs closing. The Emperors do not know this. They never do. Perhaps the last thing standing between their world and oblivion is a man who stopped caring about it long ago. Let the dead shout. I smile. I have to. Tags: #InfiniteFlow #DarkFantasy #HighStakesPolitics #DivineAutocracy #GrimDark #RuthlessMC #HistoricalFigures #DarkHarem Content Advisory: Heavy power dynamics, sensory manipulation, historical figures in morally compromised positions. MC is an unapologetic autocrat. No redemption arcs.

The world is shaped by the ever-present Æther. A primordial force that governs the fabric of existence. However, with the Ætheric world seeking to control and understand the power that binds reality together, a multi-generational struggle unfolded. *** The story is built on three intertwined timelines across a fragmented history, each influenced by a soul reincarnated through time, holding the key to not only mastering The Æther, but to control it. (The Seer; The Artificer; The Heir) Since the Æther's discovery, the actions of the past echo into the present and future. Themes: Echoes, Power, wealth, identity, legacy, the cyclical nature of history, the pursuit of truth, and the dangerous allure of control. *** Inspired by Anime. Just a new writer, writing for fun. Writing down my ideas. Criticism is advised, just try not to cook me too much. I'ma do my best to make it interesting step by step... hopefully. *** - A simple story, nothing complex. - Slow world-building to build more of a foundation as the story progresses. This will also leave more room for improvement. - Power and ranking system. - Little amounts of First Person Narrative. Mostly third. Quite a bit of dialogue.

So I wait. Or perhaps the waiting is me. But not for salvation, nor discovery. For I am the the product of a collapsed multiverse. I wait for the next contradiction. The next absurdity. The next spark of truth that doesn't know it's a lie. Because only then… will I begin to end. And only in ending… might I finally begin. ———————————— Daily release - 2 Chapters At 12:00PM GMT-6 From Sunday, August 24, 2025

Jae Hyuk returned to the palace after being dethroned five years ago. His sudden arrival shocked many, as they saw that the former crown prince was still alive. He had only one main purpose in coming back to the kingdom that had cast him out and killed those he once protected—to ensure that he would be thrown into the underground prison of Gwimun, a place known to be extremely terrifying and dangerous, where even the most powerful sorcerers could never escape. Through an attempted assassination of the new crown prince, Jae Hyuk would receive a severe punishment and become one of the prisoners there, just as he had planned. He did all of this, even willing to risk his reputation as a murderer, solely to meet Malrik, a legendary sorcerer who was the most feared prisoner. Jae Hyuk needed Malrik. His plan for revenge against the kingdom had to be fulfilled this time. But before any of that could happen, he had to master magical power equal to Malrik’s. Would he be able to stand on equal ground with the legend, or would he be destroyed before ever reaching it?

Nice fireball. Let's see how it does against a 9mm bullet. In a world filled with magic, Alex has something better: Science. To him, every spell is nothing more than inefficient reactions. He doesn’t need a fireball when he has combustion, and he sure as hell doesn't need a god's blessing when he's aiming a bazooka. Where your mana determines your worth, Alex is a Static. He doesn't have any. No spells. No powers. No miracles. To top it all off, he was born in the poorest of all countries, where the neighboring gods all flock to exploit his land as an oil rig. To the divine, his people are nothing more than cattle waiting to be slaughtered. The elites are bound to godly spirits, amplifying their powers to heavens-shaking heights, attaining immortality. When Alex’s curiosity almost paid off, his luck still ran thin: his spirit was the lowest of the low, granting no mana and no abilities. Yet, this bottom-tier spark held one rule-breaking trait: It allowed him to host multiple spirits at once, unlocking their long lost knowledge and experience. After learning that the game is rigged, guided by his Machiavellian mentor and armed with he laws of physics, Alex decides to wage war against the heavens One invention at a time, the Static prodigy will dismantle the divine. What to expect: - MC stays weak (or at least behind the rest of the cast in raw power) - Underdog power - Genius MC - Machiavellian mentor - Cultivation - Science - Complex magic - Kingdom building - Strong allies - Lost history/Lost knowledge - World exploration What not to expect: - Mc becomes the strongest - Harem

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

PROLOGUE A long time ago, dragons and werewolves lived under a fragile truce. But some werewolf rulers, driven by greed and envy of the dragons' fast-growing capital, wanted more. They couldn't stand the way dragons ruled the skies and the realm, their supremacy between seasons and all other nations. So they set out to destroy them. They released a deadly disease, one that only targeted dragon women and infants. One by one, dragon mothers died. Eggs never hatched. Mates went mad from grief. And many dragons withered and faded without their bonded mates. The weak ones were captured, locked in cages, paraded for amusement, and tortured in enemy dungeons for years. But the high-clan dragons never forgot. When they rose again, they came with fire. And the war that followed nearly destroyed the realm. All realms became enemies to one another. The humans were separated from supernatural beings for their preservation and safety. Their memory of a shared realm became only a myth told in scary stories and theories. Years after the betrayal, the dragons went into hiding. They built their kingdom in secret, away from wolves, away from humans. But they didn't forget what was taken from them. With no dragon women left, they turned to humans. They bred with them, trained them, and raised them—not for love, but for war. All for an army strong enough for the next battle against their enemies.

Lenora, a shy red-haired herb gatherer, never expected her quiet life to collide with royalty. But one evening in the woods, her safe place, she accidentally bumps into Princess Eleanor, the lonely heir of Avelonne who sneaks away from the palace to escape her cruel father. One girl works with dirt under her nails. The other carries the weight of a crown. Neither of them was supposed to look twice. But one stolen glance in the market… One accidental meeting by the pond… And suddenly, fate weaves two very different hearts together. In a kingdom ruled by fear, their friendship is dangerous. Their growing feelings? Even worse. Two girls. One forbidden bond. A kingdom that would never allow it. And a love that grows quietly… like wildflowers.

[Supreme Harem God System.] This was the Cheat Nux Leander, the man who transmigrated to a cultivation world, received. In a cultivation world, this cheat system allowed Nux to skip the arduous process that takes years, decades, or even centuries. All Nux needed were his lovely wives. The stronger the wife, the more benefits he receives. “What? You are a 100-year-old Grand Master Stage Cultivator? And you call this Unparalleled Talent? Unparalleled Talent my Ass! I am 18 and I am already a King Stage Cultivator, get better bitch!” As ridiculous as it already was, Nux’s cheat did not end there. Cultivation Talent, Special Physiques, Bloodlines, his System could inherit them all! All he needed to do was seduce strong Women. Accompany Nux in his journey as he promotes himself from a mere mortal, to a boy toy of a Lonely Noble, and then to Emperor of the strongest Empire in the world! All while he gets stronger while spending time with his lovely wives. ... Do check out my other novel, Primordial Vampire God System If you want to read revenge, war, blood, gore, vampires, and, the Return of the Forgotten Blood Empire ... AI-Generated Cover. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: SleepDeprivedSloth

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.

The beginning of the apocalypse brought chaos and disaster to humanity. It tore away the mask of society and revealed the cruelty hiding beneath. Ivy Ravencroft experienced it all firsthand. Her family was unfair and cruel, and they abused her so badly that she went blind. Her lover died trying to protect her, and she spent the next five years struggling to survive, until she finally died in the apocalypse. But then, Ivy woke up again, reborn in the first year of the apocalypse. At first, she felt hopeless. If only she had returned to a time before the apocalypse, she could have gathered food, weapons, and supplies to survive better. Still, she was grateful for one thing: she had kept her special ability, the power to create safe zones. This time, Ivy made a promise. She would protect her lover, find her real family, and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. .................................. "Huh? Why is there a bento box lying here?" Ivy asked, confused. "What bento? Are you trying to trick me again?" Silas asked, sadness in his eyes. "This one!" Ivy said, holding up the packaged meal and waving it at him. "What the... where did that come from?" Silas stared at it in shock. Ivy’s eyes widened. She realized something, only she could see these items, and when she picked them up, they became real. "Can… I buy it from you?" Silas asked, unsure. "Of course. But I won't give it to you for free." Ivy smiled like a fox. Silas closed his eyes; he was ready for her to demand something sky-high and said, "Okay. Tell me how many gold bars you want." Ivy smiled and teased, "I don't want gold bars; they are way too cheap. I want one kiss." Silas: Blushing hard. His subordinates: "..." This wave of dog food was too unexpected! ....................................................... With the supplies, picking a superpower and a safe zone superpower, Ivy built her own residential area. She gained Kindness Energy and multiplied supplies with the help of Temporal Storage. While other bases struggled to make a simple house, she used her golden finger to make luxurious buildings and rent them out, becoming the big shot in the apocalypse.

United Earth Confederation first ever colony starship (UESS New Horizon) embarks in the most ambitious feat ever; to colonize the stars. An anomaly hit the ship while in transit to Alpha Centauri. Driven off course and disabled, the New Horizon seems to be on a path to crash on an Earth like planet, without any choice the captain decided to make a controlled crash landing on the most hospitable location possible. Unbeknownst to them that this planet is inhabited by fantasy races in a world of swords and magic.

Alex used to be a scientist in his previous life, infamous for doing questionable biological research; now he's the prince of a nation and a chosen 'Saint' of the God of Wisdom. Despite being a 'saint,' he's a top-tier schemer and a conspiracy master who considers his goals and ambitions above everyone and everything else in the world. "Power, connections, intelligence, and money... That's all that matters in this world; those who have them are supreme!" - Alex 'The All-Knowing Saint' What will happen if such a villainous person is thrown into this new world as a supposedly benevolent and kind 'saint'? Let's find out... (NO-HAREM, SCHEMER MC, TACTICS, AND STRATEGY!) ... *The book cover and character art are AI generated.* My Discord: https://discord.gg/Rv8xabCnzP

Reincarnated into his favourite story, a modern fan uses Genie’s magic to become the sole heir of a powerful and prosperous empire to win Jasmine's heart and to survive the magical, perilous world of the Seven Deserts. However, he soon discovers other familiar names and legends that mirror the childhood films he grew up with in his former life. With his newfound abilities, Aladdin plans to write his own epic tale of action, adventure, and mischief. **** This is not a translation. I do not use AI to write. This story will include crossovers of other Disney animated movies. Disclaimer: This is a fan-made work of fiction. I do not own Aladdin or any of its characters, settings, or related elements, or any other animated movie that may appear in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners.

This story from Parralel world with very similar process history moment. This story about fictional island on India ocean, 4,5 million km². I will keep story similar to historical data from real world to keep story more real

Finding himself Reborn as a Saiyan drifting across space, Merun crash-lands into the martial country of the Sekigahara Confederate, a nation ruled by Martial Clans who care only for battle. Taken in by a struggling peasant family and later joining a declining clan, Merun quickly learns that in Sekigahara, the weak are trampled, and only strength determines who lives with dignity. Here, his Saiyan blood isn't enough.. He needs to learn Martial Arts. Using knowledge of his past life and using his growing status as an inhuman martial artist, he vows to change the system that keeps it citizens suffering for the sake of war. The main character won't mess with the canon timeline too much... but for the sake of his newfound family, will he? (MC has memories of his past life as well as the MU novel, most of DBZ. However his memories are hazy and he since he wasn’t a fighter, he would still need to learn the basics.) This is a fanfic of the awesome novel Martial Unity. The main character won't be super OP so easily, I'll try to retain the balance somewhat relative to Rui.

Hermi did not volunteer for this marriage. She is a royal bastard, hunted down by a father she has never met, then handed off to a foreign king whose name is whispered like a curse. A perfectly efficient solution for everyone involved. Except Hermi. That foreign king rules a wasteland so barren and forsaken that the six surrounding kingdoms use it as a dumping ground for criminals and exiles. He is rumored to be a tyrant. Every princess sent before her is said to have died within months. Hermi's expectations are, understandably, low. She arrives with exactly one goal: survive long enough to burn her home kingdom to the ground. A modest ambition, all things considered. Survival, however, turns out to be complicated. The land is hostile. Her husband runs cold and scorching in equal measure. The crown on her head feels less like power, and more like a very formal death sentence. Then, somewhere between a wasteland and a husband who wouldn't stop watching her, Hermi awakens something the continent hasn't seen in thousands of years. A magic so ancient and absolute it rewrites the rules of the world. The kind that makes kingdoms nervous. The kind that makes alliances form overnight. Hermi arrived in the wasteland to start a war. She didn't expect to become the reason the entire world has no choice but to declare one against her. — Tags: Dark Romantasy, Morally Grey, Political Intrigue, Kingdom Building, Power Couple, Slow Burn, War, Dragons, Monster Hunt, Magic System, Level Up, Power Growth — Warning: Explicit Gore and Sexual Content

Kael, a reclusive and antisocial man, died alone in his apartment, consumed by frustration and regret. But his tale didn't end in darkness. Reborn in the unforgiving world of Eridoria, where the law of the jungle reigned supreme and apes were eerily absent, Kael found himself in the body of a lion cub with a unique bloodline. This was no ordinary rebirth; he was a lion unlike any other. Thrust into the complex web of pride dynamics and social hierarchy, Kael must navigate treacherous alliances, rivalries, and his own primal instincts. With a fierce determination burning within, he sets his sights on a singular goal: to claim the title of the ultimate King. Warning: R18, harem, neutral/dark/ruthless MC, violence. Discord: https://discord.gg/jfcSCYJzYs