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A second life. A broken body. A ruthless world. Mo Fan was a graduate student on Earth until gravity ended his life. He opened his eyes in this world, finding himself at the bottom of the food chain. With "Trash Spirit Roots," he has no future in Cultivation. However, he brought something else with him: The power to command death. From stitching rat teeth onto finger bones to grafting demon legs onto skeletons, Mo Fan uses his knowledge and his System to turn corpses into weapons. He will survive. He will level up. And he will turn this world into his hunting ground.

Ethan Carter was nothing special—an average man living an average life. No great ambitions, no dreams, no love, just existing. Until a truck ended it all. But death wasn't the end for him. Waking in a peaceful void, he met Rob, a cosmic being with a twisted sense of humor. Instead of allowing Ethan to pass on, Rob gifted him an overpowered divine elixir—the Enhanced Fountain of Youth – The Divine Spring. Follow his jouney in the multiverse. -------- Note: MC makes mistakes at first and learns from them later.

“A throne of skulls. A sword of midnight. And a secret buried in blood.” In a world scarred by fallen gods and forgotten wars, one name strikes fear into the hearts of mortals and immortals alike — Vorath, the Lord of Midnight. Seated upon a throne forged from the skulls of kings, demons, and dragons, he rules the ruins of a dying age with his cursed blade, Nox Obscura, and a will unchallenged… until now. When two young warriors — Kaelen, a reluctant heir to ancient magic, and Seralyn, a bladeborn knight haunted by prophecy — are sent into the heart of Vorath’s dark dominion, they encounter a power far greater than they imagined… and a man whose monstrous legend may be hiding a deeper truth. As whispers rise from the bones of the dead and the gods themselves conspire in secret, the first threads of a prophecy long buried begin to stir. But in the shadow of the throne, light is not always salvation… and the darkest soul may yet be the key to the world’s final reckoning.

The story is set in the magical land of Aetheria, in a small mountain kingdom called Valeris. The main character, Anika, dreams of becoming a Sky Guardian, a warrior who protects the land and flies in the sky. She trains every morning and works hard to achieve her dream. One day while running in the forest, she feels that someone is following her but sees no one. She accidentally drops her diary without noticing. A mysterious boy finds it and reads about her dream. At the same time, dark clouds and strange storms appear over the mountains, showing that an ancient power is waking up.

[[[ MATURE CONTENT ]]] Dual Cultivation, NTRing Cultivators, Fucking Son of Heaven's Mother, Fiancee', Currupting Heroines and More...! What Happens When the Final Boss Gets Tired of Winning the Same Fight Forever? Of course, the Ultimate Villain becomes the Son of Heaven... and a DOCTOR! Meet Arjun: A 25-year-old medical student who thought his biggest problem was having parents who couldn't decide if he should save humans or animals. One truck accident later, he wakes up as Cang Wuhen — the son of the most feared villain in a cultivation world. But here's the kicker: This isn't just any villain origin story. The Heavenly Demon has been trapped in an endless time loop, fighting the same "destined hero," Lin Feng, over and over again. Every battle ends the same way — the hero loses, dies with his girl (actually seven girls), and the cycle resets. Fed up with this nonsense joke, the Heavenly Demon pulled the ultimate reverse psychology move: He lived 25 years as a normal human to develop actual emotions, then transferred back into his son's body armed with modern medical knowledge and a completely different mindset. The plan? Live this life differently than a Heaven's puppet villain, help people, and rescue damsels in distress too and hire them as Nurses. The instant target? Wife number one, Yue Lianhua (a fox-eared beauty seeking revenge), is convinced that this mysterious young master who can perform surgery and knows about "cars" might actually BE her supposedly dead husband reincarnated. (The fox bit the hook, and now the Villain becomes the Son of Heaven.) The question isn't whether he can steal the hero's wives... It's whether he can rewrite fate itself before the loop resets again. Because when you've got medical school debt, daddy issues, and the power to corrupt heroines, sometimes the best way to win is to change the entire game. Genre: Cultivation Fantasy, System, Harem, Reincarnation.

Zhou Ming transmigrated into the Great Desolation and became the leader of the Wu Tribe. With memories of the future, he was well aware of how disastrous the Lich Calamity would be. System? It was refined by the Great God Pangu right at the start — leaving behind only a core essence. Looking at the twelve future infamous Ancestral Witches standing before him, Wu Ming declared: “Fight for dominance? Not even a dog would do that!” “Brothers, listen to me — fighting and killing leads nowhere. Why not accumulate virtue and cultivate laws? Isn’t that the real fragrance?” And so, the entire tone of the Great Desolation began to shift. The demon race established the Heavenly Court, their momentum overwhelming — while the Wu Tribe quietly cleaned the earth’s lethal aura. The Three Purities preached the Dao, purple energy rising in the east — while the Wu Tribe silently reorganized the chaotic leylines. Powerful cultivators battled over treasures, blood flowing like rivers — while the Wu Tribe... quietly racked up more merit! Di Jun: “What’s wrong with these Wu people…”

Just a heads up: this story is set in an ancient world, but the characters might occasionally sound a bit more modern. I wanted to keep it lively and relatable, so don’t be surprised if you catch some phrases or expressions that feel like they belong in today’s world! ****** ****** ****** ****** ****** Caution: This book contains mature content and is intended for adult readers only. She was too weak to stand beside him. And his heart already belonged to another. Azura Moryn knows the rules of the Crescent Moon Pack:power is everything, and without it, you are nothing. Rankless and orphaned, she has survived on the edges by being invisible. But invisibility is not weakness, it’s a choice. Behind her quiet exterior is a resilient spirit, a surprising bravery, and a clumsy, lovable heart that refuses to be crushed, even when the odds are impossible. Rhydor Drakemire has everything. Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, feared and respected. Groomed for greatness. And deeply in love with the woman he plans to make his Luna. So when fate makes Azura his mate, the choice is simple. He rejects her. A weakling has no place beside an Alpha. And he refuses to give up the woman he loves. The bond should have shattered. Instead, something ancient awakens. Forbidden magic stirs beneath the pack lands. Golden light erupts. Pain tears through them both. And when they wake, the world is wrong. Azura opens her eyes inside the Alpha’s body, strong, powerful, untouchable. Rhydor wakes in hers, powerless, scorned, and unseen. Now their souls switch without warning, trapping them in each other’s skin while enemies circle closer and the pack begins to fracture. Every secret they uncover changes what they thought they knew, about strength, about weakness, about each other. And beyond the pack borders, a brutal Alpha King rises, draining Lunas and hunting power in his obsession with immortality. Old prophecies resurface. Whispers spread of a truth long buried: Only a female Alpha can bring him down. As forbidden magic stirs and betrayal creeps closer than loyalty, an ancient legacy refuses to stay buried any longer. Azura is about to learn the truth of her own blood. And the mate Rhydor rejected may be the one fate chose to change everything. Some bonds are broken by pride. Some curses are written in blood. And some destinies can only be uncovered… ***** Author's little message Dear gentle readers... who am I kidding? I'm just a regular person who loves writing and wanted to share this story with you. Hi everyone! This is only my second book. I'm still learning, but I love these characters with my whole heart. I fell in love with Azura the moment I started writing her. She's stubborn, brave, and never gives up. And Rhydor? He'll frustrate you, make you want to shake him, and then surprise you when you least expect it. I hope you'll love them as much as I do. This story is set in an ancient world, just wolves, magic, mysterious creatures, old secrets and of course my imaginations I promise you this: I will give this story my very best. This is going to be a long journey with twists, tears, and moments that will make you scream (sorry in advance). But I hope you'll stick with me. Your comments mean everything. Every thought, every heart tells me there are real people feeling things alongside me. And your feedback? I want it all. The good, the bad, the "why would you do this to me?!" Every comment helps me grow. So thank you for being here. Thank you for giving my story a chance. Let's take this journey together. Muah!!!

【All People’s Cloud Cultivation】 software is here, everyone can bind to the role of the immortal cultivation world to get feedback and become stronger. Before Shen Yun, who was betrayed by his girlfriend, was reborn and launched, no one knew the value of this software! Before the recharge channel was closed, he spent 10 billion yuan to bind himself to the future empress with extraordinary qualifications! The Holy Body Dao Fetus can be activated for 500,000? Buy it! The Imperial Army is only 1 million? Buy it! Everyone: "My character's favorability is now 5 points! I heard that when it reaches 100, you can do whatever you want!" "Haha! My character received a first-level magic weapon! It's a pity that the recharge channel is closed and I can't buy anything for her, wuwuwu..." Shen Yun looked at the 10 billion game coins on his phone and the future empress raised by Yun: Favorability is full! Feedback of Qilin magical power, holy flying sword, and the emperor's unique skills... He successfully activated the VIP rewards that no one had activated in his previous life: V1 accelerated cultivation, V2 20 times increased combat power, V3 invincible physique... Top-grade immortal weapon, unlimited resurrection, time ancestor, chaotic eyes... Evil spirits are rampant, monsters are coming? He swept them all the way! The ex-girlfriend panicked and begged: "I know I was wrong, dear! I really regret it, please don't kill me!" "You know you're wrong? You just know you're going to die!"

In a world of hidden agendas and shadowed powers, Frank Ainsley defies control. Governments, factions, and ancient forces converge, but Frank refuses to be ranked, measured, or manipulated. As political intrigue, secret labs, and global threats collide, the line between survival and destiny blurs. Rank Zero isn’t just a status—it’s a warning, a revolution, and the epic journey that will decide humanity’s fate.

Tian Long, an orphan without much of a life in both his thirty year long life and lifespan! To him, a single opportunity was displayed to transmigrate into another world with his Death Book! "What's this? Is this the body of a three year old? Davis? Is this my name from now on?" Finding himself possessing a small child, he becomes inwardly conflicted before he faces the truth and his reality! Young Davis finds himself as the legal heir, the Crown Prince of the Loret Empire in the Grand Sea Continent, becoming a powerful cultivator in a short time... However, is that all? Follow his journey as Young Davis becomes a full fledged death's advocate while embodying into the Divine Emperor of Death in the world of cultivation! "Mn? The route to become the Emperor is a given? Nah, I still don't want it..." "Oh? I'm courting death you say? Unfortunately for you, death is already my woman..." == Almost 200,000 words (Around 170 Chapters) available for free! == English isn't my main language, so please bear with it if you found some mistakes. == Want to see more official art of the story and discuss the story with others? Join the Discord! Discord and support links https://discord.gg/xcqXR6p https://www.patreon.com/stardust_breaker == Power Stones Ranking (Updated : 29th September 2022) 16th so far Golden Ticket Ranking: 11th so far Other than this, I'm planning for individual mass releases as well but don't rely on it.

For Devon, this world is nothing more than a playground. He harbors no ambition to reclaim the throne or to tear down the existing system. He simply wants to do whatever he pleases—from sticking out his tongue at demon babies to flirting with a deadly prison warden. In the eyes of the world, he is a broken narrative; but to Devon, this is true freedom. Amid vampire conspiracies, biomechanical experiments, and cold underwater prisons, this forgotten Emperor has only one agenda: to savor every second of the chaos he creates.

This story is not intended for readers under the age of 18 as it contains many adult themes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You look at me like I'm the worst thing that could happen to you." "You are." "Then why do you look like you want me anyway?" For the first time in eternity, Lust is the one being tempted.

A goddess of nature loved a man she was forbidden to touch. For that sin, the world cursed them both. She was stripped of her divinity and forced into endless rebirth, condemned to live and die again and again without ever remembering who she once loved. He was granted immortality, doomed to wander through history in search of her, finding her across 378 lifetimes, loving her whether she returned his feelings or not. Sometimes she loved him sincerely. Sometimes she used him for a purpose she could not explain. Sometimes she chose another man, and he learned to accept it. Each life ended the same way with her death, and his sanity fraying just a little more. Only fragments remain: dreams of impossible flowers, a familiar sorrow, a name that feels wrong to forget. As the world reaches the modern era, the curse finally begins to shift. In Tokyo, the immortal meets Serenitti, a woman who is not a reincarnation, not a goddess, but something entirely new. And when she speaks a name that has not been spoken since 10,000 BCE (Before you say anything. This is inaccurate and more or so around 16,000 - 17,000 BCE) fate hesitates. The Goddess & The Mortal is a slow-burn, tragic romance spanning myth, history, and modern life is about devotion without reward, love without memory, and what remains when eternity finally loosens its grip. Author's EDITED Note: I'll be posting a new chapter after some days, sorry, I still have school to attend. Also it is the Neolithic Period (New Stone Age) but if being accurate, it would be the Beginning of the Late Cold Age

What do you mean by I've transmigrated in cultivation world? And I've obtained a system? But what did you say again? My system has been hacked? Oh, no. How'll I survive in this world then? But wait... You've got a good news? Before the system finally disappeared, it gave all its abilities to me? And now what? I alone am the invincible in the All Heavens And Myriad Realms.

"On a forsaken day, a child shall be born of mingled blood, royal elf and mortal human. She shall belong to no realm: neither human, nor elf, nor spirit, but condemned to walk forever between them. Marked by fate, she shall carry the mark of the white mist and be the bearer of doom, for her birth shall bring doom to all race. Everyone who bears the power of the white mist shall be her army, slaughtering the ones they love by their very blade"

Ethan Millers was just an ordinary man with an ordinary job — until one unplanned act reset his karma to zero. In a universe built on balance, this was not a miracle... it was an error. Erased from the world, Ethan awakens in a place without time or space — the No-Where. With nothing but his thoughts, he spirals into madness, invention, and eventually, creation itself. He imagines powers, technologies, divine systems, and worlds beyond comprehension — until the void bends to his will. Now, known as Zane Creed, the strongest existence in the cosmos, he descends into a new world with overwhelming knowledge and unimaginable power. And what does he choose to do with it? Become a teacher. After all, what better way to reshape a world… than to teach it? _____________ Hey everyone! I'm just a rookie author, but I’m passionate about telling this story. Please support me with votes, comments, or collection.....it really means a lot! Let’s see where this wild journey goes together....

Note: I already revise the translation and fix the flaw. Everything should be following the raw version from title and synopsis. BUT! The chapter... Yeah, bear with it. I'm pissed off with Faloo. ... Reborn in a parallel world invaded by a dimension, the system awakened, and obtained the peak template of the biggest boss in Demon Slayer: Kibutsu Muzan! Become the first demon! The absolute ruler of demons! It has the ability to transform other creatures into demons by distributing blood to them, and has been rated as a legendary disaster by the Human Alliance! The Twelve Demon Moons he founded shocked the world and became a terrorist organization feared by everyone. Many years later, when the Human Alliance defeated the epic disaster, the Death Abyss Demon Worm, they were shocked to discover the forbidden power in the eyes of the demon worm. "Lower string...five?" The one they paid a heavy price to defeat was just the abandoned pawn, the former Twelve Demons of the Lower Moon? ... Mister_Spontaneous: Did you enjoy reading it? Or... Did you suffer from it? Either way, search Mister_Plagiarist in Liberapay to support me! Your contribution may improve your reading experiences!

​I awakened as a nameless consciousness, trapped within a system of divine corruption and systemic greed. My only asset? A shattered Demon King—a ruler stripped of his throne, his power decimated, and his soul fractured—now bound as a pawn under my command. Together, we stand at the precipice of ruin, defying a hypocritical Church, avaricious nobles, and a fate that demands our erasure. In a world where justice is auctioned for gold and "faith" is merely a shroud for oppression, we are rewriting the rules of the game. He is the blood-soaked blade of my vengeance, and I am the architect of a new order, dismantling their crumbling empires from the shadows. This isn't just a tale of survival; it’s the spark of a divine rebellion. Between being a feared monster or a forgotten deity, we have chosen to become the ultimate nightmare for those who dare call themselves righteous.

The year was 1789, though history would later argue about when the weight truly began to press. At the center of the story is Aiden Srivijaya, masquerading as “Alain,” an unassuming French engineer swept into the Grand Armée’s logistics and reconnaissance efforts. Unbeknownst to the soldiers around him, Aiden inhabits an ancient, preserved body—Nebhet-Still—bound to forces far older than the Revolution or empire. His presence subtly alters events without overturning history: undead do not rise openly to conquer, battles are not decided by sorcery, yet something watches, listens, and waits beneath sand and river. Paris did not erupt. It compressed. Rooms thickened with unspoken fear and hungry hope. Candles bent their flames toward nothing. Windows rattled in still air. Those attuned to such things—the prayer-women, the street augurs, the quietly Aether-Marked—felt it in their bones. Aetheric Pressure had returned to Europe. Far from the shouting crowds, a young Corsican officer studied artillery tables by lamplight. Napoleon Bonaparte did not feel the pressure the way others claimed to. He saw no omens. He heard no voices. What he sensed instead was timing: the moment when hesitation outweighed courage, when momentum could be cut and redirected like a fuse. The Bastille fell beneath cannon fire and rumor alike. In the smoke, something older than kings stirred—not a god, not a spell, but the understanding that force could move history faster than lineage ever had. Across France, voices rose. Resonance orators set crowds vibrating with words that tasted of iron. Aether-Marked burned themselves hollow trying to steer revolutions that refused to be guided. Aether engineers measured the pressure with brass needles and called it reason. Napoleon watched. The Terror came, sudden and absolute. Fear spiked too sharply, and the pressure collapsed in on itself. Magic failed. Instruments cracked. Heads fell. Those who survived learned a lesson no pamphlet could teach: chaos could not be ridden forever. Sometimes it had to be broken. On the 13th of Vendémiaire, the guns spoke plainly. Grapeshot tore through flesh and conviction alike. The air cleared. The pressure dispersed. A republic remained—exhausted, wounded, and desperate for stability. Napoleon did not speak of destiny. He accepted responsibility. War followed him, as it always does. In Italy, armies moved like weather fronts, victories arriving before resistance could thicken. Aetheric influence whispered at the edges of his campaigns—nudged by broken men and delicate machines—but never allowed to lead. Napoleon advanced while others waited for signs. Then came Egypt. The desert did not yield. Beneath the sand lay sovereigns who had never abdicated, bound by solar law and memory older than conquest. When tombs cracked and the Sekhem Eternal rose, Europe’s pressure found no purchase. Cannon fire shattered bone that calmly reformed. Aetheric force slid from sun-etched shields as if ashamed of itself. Napoleon stayed. He learned that empires were not the first rulers of the world—only the loudest. Africa kept its deathless kings. Asia preserved its balance. Across oceans, the dead rose only according to their own laws and legends. Every land shaped pressure in its own image, and punished those who tried to impose another. When Napoleon finally turned his gaze back toward Europe, the world had changed. Not broken. Awakened. History would name him conqueror. Scholars would argue over genius, chance, and fate. Few would grasp the truth: The pressure did not crown Napoleon. He merely learned when to move— and when even the weight of the world must yield. Thus began the Age of Uneven Pressure, not with magic or revolution alone, but with a man who understood that once released, pressure reshapes everything it touches.