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A Roofer Who Rebuilds the World - A Celestial Blueprint of Ragnarok

The world is collapsing. The gods are reincarnating. And the only man trying to hold everything together… is a roofer. Shane Albright was just a blue-collar contractor trying to keep his crew sober and his construction business alive. He understood the weight of a bundle of shingles and the cost of a bad step on a steep roof. He did not expect to become the structural support of the universe. Everything changes when Shane receives the Celestial Proxy System. What begins as a strange HUD helping him run job sites quickly evolves into something far larger. As the system grows, Shane discovers the world is being quietly dismantled by Apex Negativa, a hidden architect of entropy feeding on division, addiction, and chaos. The System wasn’t built to make Shane powerful. It was built to make him responsible. But Shane isn’t just a contractor with a cosmic cheat code. He is the Scion of the Triple Anchor—born from the essence of the Norn of the Present, the God of Justice, and the God of Silence. As civilization collapses and ancient gods awaken in mortal bodies, Shane begins rebuilding something stronger than governments—communities. Because fate has already decided how this story ends. Ragnarok must happen. And when the world burns, someone will have to rebuild what comes after. Shane Albright just wants to make sure the roof of the world doesn’t leak. ⸻ Gods fight the war. Shane rebuilds the world afterward.
Metaloligist_777 · 38.4k Views

FREE USE in Primitive World

[Epic Fantasy]+[Civilization Building]+[Racial Wars]+ [Gods]+[God Slayer]+[Thousands of Races]+[WeakToStrong]+[OP MC]+ [Unique Power System]+[Exciting Storyline]+[No Sharing]+[No Yuri]+[Optional Smut] After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts. But in this savage land, one thing was missing. ​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy. ​Until him. ​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use. ​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality. ​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world. ​No woman is off-limits. ​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat. From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed. ​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in. ​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasure But... is this world really that simple? And is this Free Use really just limited to women or it's just a trailer? As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents. A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die. Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods. This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse. Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable: There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs. There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods. The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still rule And somewhere, above it all, were the Gods. Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture. These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego. Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived. Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both. A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance. And into this world… arrives a man who died mid-goon. So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race. [kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Overpowered] [Stone age][Myths] [Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars] *** This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. And since it's a smut, initial chapters will be a bit Smut focused but afterwards it's pure story, action, adventures and a bit of Smut.
Moanarch · 2m Views

Heir of the Abyssal Throne

He was born into a house where succession is earned in blood, not birthright. In the Empire’s most feared Duchy, children are forged into weapons. Mana Hearts measure worth. Strength determines inheritance. Among prodigies and monsters, one son stood beneath them all — mana-less, book-bound, dismissed. Until exile reshaped him. Sent to a hidden forest manor to “toughen or break,” he endured brutal training that shattered his weak body and rebuilt it into iron. In one month he awakened his first Mana Heart. Then another. Instead of rushing to higher levels like the other heirs, he expanded his capacity — learning to endure longer, stand firmer, think colder. He lost hundreds of times before winning once. And when he did win, it was not through overwhelming force — but through calculation. Beyond the estate, he entered the underworld. In a lawless border city, he confronted the queen of spies and negotiated secrets older than the Empire. Through her, he learned of a Dragon Orb — a relic that opens passage into the sealed realm of dragons, beings who withdrew from humanity two centuries ago after betrayal. He did not seek the Orb for treasure. He sought it for leverage. On the road he killed his first humans — slavers tied to a hidden cult. The blood unsettled him, but did not break him. He rescued children of another race and used mercy as diplomacy, gaining entry into a kingdom that had distrusted humans for generations. There, under an immortal queen who ruled for two centuries without indulgence, his philosophy of power changed. He learned fluid mana manipulation. Defensive weaving. Presence erasure. Aura-striking techniques that shattered opponents without draining himself dry. Strength became subtle. Efficiency replaced spectacle. He confessed his ambition openly: he would overthrow his father, claim the Duchy’s throne, and reshape his house from within. The queen did not condemn him. She made a bargain. She would grant him the Dragon Orb and teach him ancient techniques. In return, he would retrieve the essence of a surviving World Tree rumored to grow in the dragons’ domain. Fifteen days later, he awakened his third Mana Heart in a surge that shook the elven capital. He left not just stronger — but allied. At the border city where warriors gather daily to bleed and grow, he entered the colosseum against opponents stronger than himself. He revealed none of his ultimate techniques. Instead, he studied. Against a spearman, he mirrored spear footwork through a sword. Against a mage, he infused his blade with controlled mana. Against a hammer wielder, he dismantled brute strength with precision and endurance. He won — not by overpowering — but by forcing errors. Other heirs of rival Duchies watched closely. They were not enemies yet. They were future contenders. Then came the warning: the men he killed had belonged to a Dark Cult. They had marked him. Assassins would enter tournaments disguised as competitors. He did not fear it. He welcomed it. Because the throne was only the first step. He did not seek chaos. He did not crave cruelty. He wanted stability — yet understood that those who aim for power cannot remain innocent. So he built alliances instead of burning bridges. Earned loyalty instead of demanding it. Accepted bonds not out of lust, but strategy and trust intertwined. He was no longer the weakest son. He was becoming something far more dangerous: A ruler who understood both sword and silence. A strategist who used ambition without losing control. A contender who would not stop at inheritance. The tournament would test him. The continent would eventually challenge him. And beyond the throne of his house… the world itself waited.
New_Here_722 · 2.5k Views

The Debt Kingdom : She outsmarts everyone in the room

Rania Ashveil woke up in a room too grand for someone who had just lost everything. What she didn't know yet was that she hadn't lost anything. She had just inherited the kingdom of Valdris along with everything that came with it: eight hundred and forty-seven million coins in debt, seven creditors, and ninety days before it all officially collapsed. Every minister was crying. The royal notary waited with the expression of a man who had made his peace with bad news some time ago. Rania, who until very recently had been an economist in Jakarta and had never heard the name Valdris in her life, asked for paper and started writing a list. Not a list of assets. A list of those who were most afraid of losing their money. In a world of swords and armies and inherited power, Rania arrived with exactly one weapon: the ability to see how systems work several steps further than anyone else in the room. Plus one strange ability she discovered when she first touched the kingdom's Ink of Binding, something that made the weight of every debt visible to her, hanging in the air above the heads of everyone she met. She didn't choose these tools. But she knew how to use them. And in a kingdom already halfway to collapse, sometimes the only thing that matters is someone who knows how to read a room correctly. The Debt Kingdom is not a story about a queen conquering the world. It's a story about someone with nowhere to go back to, who decides to build a home from whatever's left. With a younger brother who reads people better than he reads numbers, a head of security who was originally paid by the enemy, and a finance minister who had been right for eleven years without anyone listening, Rania faces seven creditors, one empire quietly moving soldiers toward her border, and a question heavier than all the debt combined: whether building something larger than yourself is reason enough to stay.
Nymphaearoot · 11.5k Views

Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
NovaLumin · 113.6k Views