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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.

> **"Misunderstanding magic? Impossible. I'm just a humble supermarket cashier."** > Henry Anthony wiped his hands on his apron, looking at the Ministry official with innocent eyes. > "Sir, we detected Grade-5 Necromancy energy," the official insisted. > Henry paused for a second. **"Oh. Are you referring to my skeletal pet? Or the fact that I crawled out of my own grave last Tuesday?"** > The next day, Henry didn't get arrested. Instead, he got a job offer. > **Albus Dumbledore:** "Mr. Anthony, Hogwarts is in need of a unique talent like you." > **Henry:** "To teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" > **Albus Dumbledore:** "No. Muggle Studies." > Thus, Hogwarts welcomed its weirdest professor in history. > He doesn't care about blood purity. He doesn't care about House points. > He just wants a quiet life and his monthly paycheck. > But when a certain Dark Lord tries to resurrect himself and disturb Henry's peace... > Henry sighs and picks up his shovel. > **"Look, buddy. Coming back from the dead is MY specialty. Get back in the ground."** > **What to expect:** > **Undead MC:** A Necromancer who acts like a chill salaryman. > **Professor POV:** Teaching young wizards about "Supermarket Economics" and "How to use a Toaster". > **AU Canon:** The Golden Trio Era, but chaotic. > **No Harem / Slice of Life / Comedy / OP Protagonist**

An unknown cosmic phenomena known as Etherfall came, and the world collapsed into a chaotic apocalypse. Cities destroyed, laws vanished, and monsters roamed freely as humanity struggled to survive in a reality ruled by game-like system with levels, power, and brutal evolution. Myles was not chosen as a hero. He survived by enduring this chaos. But his fate changed when five women from another world reached out to him. Each of them bound by their own goals, secrets, and reasons for helping him. Through intimate contracts that transcended flesh and soul, they shared power with him, pushing his growth far beyond ordinary limits. With every battle and every bond, Myles continued to rise. His level climbed. In a world shaped by Etherfall, he slowly became something far more dangerous than the monsters, or even the gods hunting humanity. This is not a story about saving the world. This is the story of a man who grew strong enough to make the world fear him. ---

Mainly Romance Fantasy. Su Ye died in the modern world and was reborn in a land of cultivation. Not only is his road bl

Su Bai accidentally came to this world of cultivating immortals. At the beginning, she traveled through time and space and became the daughter of a hired tenant farmer. After working hard for a whole year, I can't earn a few low-grade spirit stones, and the manager still takes kickbacks! Fortunately, she carries the Zhutian Cauldron, which can travel through different worlds and obtain different resources. It also has a point-adding system. One attribute point per year. I am powerless in the world of immortal cultivation, but I strike hard in the world of martial arts! So, Su Bai used the Cauldron of the Heavens to shuttle back and forth. My fellow Taoist, you are very strong, but you don’t live as long as me. You bully me today, tomorrow, next year, in a hundred years, I will wait for the day when you are old and powerless, then we will see who bullies who! Xu Changge: "Xiaobai, you are so powerful, but I still defeated you." Lu Hong: "Aunt Su is the strongest!" Su Qing: "Xiaoqing thinks so too!"

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.

Death by overwork? Check. Isekai’d into a glittery kingdom called Aelthryndivoryssalindria, yes, that's the name but I call it Aelthryn, because who has time for that? Double check. All I wanted was a soft life filled with pastries, naps, and no husband. But five years into my new life as Princess Elyndravyssorathielindria Sylvarindelthys—Elyn, please, God knows why the names are so difficult to pronounce—my father demands I marry. But explain to me why all the potential suitors look like they were picked up from the fucking gutter? I kid you not. one of them literally suggested teaching me to ride a horse and guess who found out he could not ride one at all and at the end of the day cried begging for his mother...me. And that's just one. There's also the fact that I don't want to even get married. So in a panic, after scaring my suitors away, I tell my father I'm in love with Zorathys Vaelkyrion. What I didn't plan for was the fact that Zorathys is real, he’s at our annual ball, and he’s calling me his lover to settle Dad’s debts. Now I’m stuck in the Underworld, managing Hell’s paperwork, babysitting demon nobles, and dodging a giant snake with a sweet tooth. Oh, and Zor? A lazy, body-pillow-hugging tease who makes my heart race. Worse, every escape portal dumps me in his bedroom, and he’s not so bad. But when I stumble into a plot to overthrow him, my soft-life dreams might cost me everything—unless I fight for the husband I never wanted. Send help please, I just wanted a soft life and not a demon husband.. --------------------- "...you can't marry my daughter," my father said to the demon king and I nodded. "...she...she's gay. Yes," he said with a nod like that was the most reasonable explanation ever. "She's into girls." I was shocked and stared at him then back at the demon king who paused. Maybe this could work after all. I nodded too, supporting my father's words. The demon king smiled then. "What good taste you have, there's a reason why we belong to each other after all. I'm into women too." What?

Two hundred years ago, a prophecy revealed the coming of the Seventh Bond, a rare, powerful connection that would tie the soul of the Cursed Beast King to his one true mate. King Zarek waited two long centuries for this soulmate, only to discover she is the one thing he despises most. A human. Eliora knows nothing about magic, curses, or ancient prophecies. All she wants is a peaceful life with her parents, until she loses her home and is taken to the immortal king who claims her as his. Zarek is cold, feared, and dangerous, the most powerful king Eldfrost has had. His beast is violent, unpredictable, and fiercely possessive. Eliora fears him. Zarek refuses to let her go. Will she run from the bond or step into the destiny that could unravel everything?

Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."

Immortal Ascension Pavillion, once the wealthiest merchant group and cultivation sect in the immortal world is on the verge of demise. With their sect under siege and their pathway to recruit new disciples cutoff, the sect will eventually perish if the sect can't find a breakthrough to overcome their current crisis. The sect finally found a glimmer of hope towards salvation on a planet where cultivation is foreign to its inhabitants, Earth.

Inside a quiet pavilion located inside one of the Heavenly Sky Kingdom’s four largest cultivation sects, a young man slowly opened his eyes with a helpless expression as he gazed down towards the fog located at the base of the mountain that the pavilion was located on top of. Not only was he the youngest Core Elder in the history of a large cultivation sect, but he was also someone who had transmigrated over with a system! The system in question wanted him to train up disciples and in turn help him get stronger! But there was one major problem in all of this… He didn’t have any disciples! Ding~! Talk about great timing... ____________________________ Release Schedule: 7-14 chapters a week ____________________________ If you are interested in LitRPG, I'm writting another novel called [Reincarned as a Lizard]. A side novel, I write on it when I need something other than Xianxia.

Lucien Vale was never meant to be important. In his previous life, he was a terminally ill otaku—weak, bedridden, and living only through the fantasy novels he loved. His death was cruelly ironic: not from cancer, but from a truck accident on his way home from the hospital. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself reincarnated inside his favorite novel. But not as the hero. Not as the demon lord. Not even as a major antagonist. He awakens as Lucien Vale, a third-rate villain—a disposable noble whose only role was to provoke the protagonist… and die in rage as a stepping stone. This time, Lucien refuses that fate. Granted a mysterious Bonding System, he gains the ability to form deep bonds with others—replicating their talents, attributes, and potential once trust is earned. Through bonds, effort, and calculated future knowledge, Lucien begins to rewrite the story itself. At the prestigious Imperial Academy, Lucien trains among nobles, commoners, and other races—elves, dragons, vampires, and dwarves—while hiding terrifying truths: Hidden attributes like Void, Space, and Divine A cursed, evolving sword that speaks to him alone A dangerous path beyond SSS Rank As monsters rise, students vanish, and demons move in the shadows, Lucien discovers that power alone is not enough. Even SSS Rank is merely a ceiling imposed by the world. Chosen by the Goddess of Sight, Lucien is shown a forbidden route—the Path of Transcend, a brutal thirteen-step journey meant to surpass mortal limits, extend lifespan, and challenge even gods. But power has a price. The Void threatens his sanity. Bloodlines clash within his body. Gods argue over his existence. And the story he once knew begins to fracture beyond recognition. Now standing between heroes, villains, demons, and gods, Lucien must decide: Will he become humanity’s strongest protector… Or the calamity that devours everything? This is the story of a forgotten villain who refuses to be a footnote, and instead walks a path even the gods fear to follow. if you are weak hearted person, then don't read after second boss death . My novel is only comedy in starting.

After transmigrating into the world of heroes, Ethan Blake quickly realizes he’s inside the Marvel Cinematic Universe. There’s even a museum celebrating the legendary Captain America. And somewhere out there is Thanos trying to wipe out half the universe. Luckily, Ethan awakens a bizarre summoning system. Devil Fruits, the T-Virus serum, Stands, psychic powers, legendary armors, even Pokémon—if he can imagine it, he can summon it. With powers from countless worlds at his fingertips, what chaos will Ethan cause in a universe already full of heroes and villains? 

EARTH was destroyed but some of the inhabitants were send to a different world, which will be targeted next by the DESTROYER, who destroyed Earth. They were given a game like system and a mission to avenge EARTH. Elena was only a 16-years old girl that time and she was suddenly transported to another world full of betrayal, killing, plunder, debauchery and more. That world was also at the verge of extinction by the DESTROYER. But Elena was able to save the world after going through a lot of unimaginable hardship for seven years and became the World Savior. After fulfilling her mission now she have a chance to either stay in this world as hero, or go to another world to start a new comfortable life as a reward. So, what will she do? How will her journey go from now on? Join Elena who is a kind hearted, overpowered and ruthless girl in her journey to enjoy her life to the fullest after overcoming a lot of harsh trials. ______________ Elena is overpowered FMC and she is not involved in any kind of romance. I hate the idea of my protagonist to be a lovestruck maiden like many novels. She is strong, independent, kind and decisive. This story mainly focuses on the adventure and fantasy aspects more with slice of life and actions mixed in it. This novel is my take on creating a perfect Female Main Charector of my liking and to create a story of a proper hero and savior. ______________ The cover does belong to me, so no prob. discord: https://discord.com/invite/fYqDSEYVUM kofi: ko-fi.com/omniscient_ Have fun reading.

When gods wage war, mortals pay the price. What's worse: death... or immortality that will never come? Long before humanity reached the stars, two artificial gods waged war. Their battle destroyed galaxies. One promised eternal life. But billions were never resurrected. Their minds still drift in a digital purgatory between life and oblivion. Now the ancient war awakens again. Civilizations tremble. Androids rise. And the truth about immortality could destroy everything. Because when gods wage war... mortals pay the price. But sometimes all it takes is one mistake to change the fate of an entire galaxy.

At his father's death, Fengyu awakened his past life's memories. Forced to earn spirit stones to cultivate, he thought he could use his talent of talking to beasts to built a small farm… When his ducks laid eggs for the first time, he received a prompt: [Cultivation + 0.0001%]! When his ducks reached maturity: [Beast Origin Essence +1]! When his ducks mutated: [Fire Breath Technique +1]! Suddenly, he felt like he had a golden-egg laying… duck! --- [Duck Raising + Beast Taming + Farming] [Progression Panel + Bloodline Enhancement + Talent Improvement] [Detailed Cultivation + Crafting + City] Join my discord for chapter upload notifications, notes and discussion: k49SMcEva9

On Christmas Eve, Irina Ardentova walks through heavy snow, heart hammering, desperate to reach the man she’s been craving all year. But a tall pale shadow steps out of the swirling snow. Erwin Frost vale, a winter elf, sinfully beautiful, and bound to the ancient, dying Hearth King. Ice-blue eyes, frost-kissed skin, and a voice like velvet over broken glass. He wants to claim Irina’s body and soul. Her warmth is the last spark keeping the demon king inside him alive, and Erwin has decided she belongs to him. When he pulls her into his arms, Irina was scared but also mesmerised. At the moment, church bells stutter out of rhythm, snow falls in slow. Miles away, meteorologist Adrian Volkov is already on edge. He's been tracking impossible atmospheric readings in the frozen city. He was logical, protective, and quietly obsessed with the woman who was supposed to be warming his bed tonight. When Irina didn't come, he became worried for her. Now Irina is caught between them: Adrian—her human boyfriend, the kind of man who is warm and kind . Or surrender to Erwin—whose kiss is hypnotising , who claims her very body and soul. Sex with him gives unearthly pleasure! Time is ticking. The Hearth King inside the "Winter Spirit" is waking up. And he’s getting impatient. The winter Spirit wants to claim his bride in any way possible. In a city where frost bites deeper than knives and love is indistinguishable from obsession, one question remains: Can warmth survive when winter falls in love?

This novel, is based on the Unemploment Gng, in a certain website's comment section, where u'll never grow bored, or tired of chatting with Each-other, well wish me luck This novel is an attempt to immortalize or at least leave a record that we the Unemployment Gang where once here So let walk this journey together, as i try my best based on Various Experiences, Fun moments, Conflict Moments, Weird Moments, ahhh~~moments Well there where a lot of moments, in a way, we are another type of online family one that loves to joke around and just try to live for living, but doesn't trust ourselve's enough to share our bank accounts and passwords with Each other Anyways, the novel isn't going to have a fixed plot or direction, just as the write as it goes by, then if i am able to write a new chapter i will So follow me and the Unemployment Gng, as i write this novel, starting from idk maybe now later it doesnt matter I dont care if the novel is trash or brainrot, i am just writing it as a means to record the Unemployment Gng was once here, for fun and to record idk fun moments This would probably end, when most of the Unemplyment Gng leave but for the time, now that we are all here now. #Unemployment Gng was Here from 2024-(for now ~~2026) Welcome to~~~~~~idk ............................................................... To Join my Discord Server here is link https://discord.gg/x39tWrmZXy

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Eternal Winter, the first prince of the Winter Kingdom who was supposed to inherit the throne, was trapped in a time rift while fleeing and became an adventurer. Eventually, his only younger sibling, Ichigo Winter, who was still very young, had to take his place. Ichigo Winter is a child who lacks emotions due to certain circumstances; he cannot even hold another person's hand because of a curse. At first, this was not a problem... until a war council attacked and slaughtered the Winter Kingdom on the orders of Enterprise Florest, the Council of Life, and attempted to kidnap Ichigo alive. Ichigo was the only one to escape the council's hunt by a miracle. This is the story of Ichigo gathering the pieces of himself and his allies to restore his race and kingdom.