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Overlord: The God of Thunder

In the final, fading moments of Yggdrasil’s shutdown, as digital twilight settled over the Great Tomb of Nazarick, a storm answered the silence. Where Momonga awaited oblivion with stoic resolve, another presence—ancient as thunder, brilliant as a lightning-carved sky—remained logged in. And when the world dissolved into nothingness, both were carried into a new reality that felt startlingly alive. Thus begins the legend of the God of Thunder, a mysterious and formidable member of Ainz Ooal Gown, long shrouded in awe and half-whispered myths. His arrival in the New World thunders like an omen, reshaping fate itself. Where Momonga becomes the dark sovereign Ainz Ooal Gown, this second player awakens as a storm-wreathed enigma whose power radiates with divine grandeur—and whose will crackles dangerously between loyalty and ambition. In a land where kingdoms tremble under the march of magic and steel, their twin ascent sends shockwaves across nations. Together, they stand as pillars of an unfathomable legacy, yet the storm’s shadow hints at secrets even Nazarick does not fully understand. Ancient prophecies stir. Old gods watch from forgotten ruins. And somewhere beyond the horizon, thunder answers a call no mortal can hear. As alliances form and empires crumble, the New World braces for the rise of two supreme beings—one a ruler of death, the other a living tempest. Their destinies intertwine in a saga of power, loyalty, and the perilous spark between creation and destruction. The journey of the God of Thunder has begun… —and the world will never be the same. All rights reserved.
Clark_Kent_3575 · 156.1k Views

STAY CLOSE TO ME

Stay Close to Me is a dark psychological romance told through dual perspectives—Melisa Hardvort, a broken young woman clinging to survival, and Sebastian Vale, a wealthy, violent, and deeply unhinged man whose love borders on obsession. Melisa, 24, lives a life shaped by poverty, exhaustion, and quiet resilience. Juggling school and night work to care for her sick grandmother, she endures constant humiliation for her status—until one brutal night shatters what little safety she has left. Assaulted by a group of men at her workplace, Melisa returns home only to discover her grandmother murdered, leaving her completely alone in the world. Traumatized, grieving, and hollowed out by loss, she teeters on the edge of giving up. Unbeknownst to her, she has never truly been alone. Sebastian Vale—an escaped psychiatric patient diagnosed with antisocial and obsessive tendencies—has been watching Melisa for years. Adopted for money, abused, and shaped by violence, Sebastian believes love is something taken, not earned. When Melisa once showed him kindness on a rainy night, it became his reason for living. Since then, he has followed her silently, protecting her in his own twisted way. When Melisa’s attackers are brutally murdered one by one, she begins receiving black roses and horrifying “gifts” that suggest someone has avenged her pain. The comfort is terrifying. As Melisa struggles between fear, relief, and confusion, Sebastian sinks deeper into delusion—convinced that every act of violence proves his devotion, that Melisa belongs to him, whether she understands it or not. As their paths slowly converge, Stay Close to Me explores the blurred line between protection and possession, love and control, trauma and obsession. It is a haunting story about how monsters are made—and how love, when warped by pain, can become the most dangerous thing of all.
roseorongan · 99 Views

Infinite Descent

Reality is breaking, not with fire or plague, but with recursion. Across the continent, places begin to repeat themselves, time stutters in certain regions, and the world feels less like solid land and more like a pattern slowly coming undone. The only thing keeping civilisation intact are the Pattern Wells, ancient anchors that stabilise existence, but they are failing one by one. As fear spreads, kingdoms go to war to claim what remains before collapse becomes irreversible. Beyond the edges of the world lies the Recursive Realm, a place whispered about in scripture and feared in folklore, where everything folds back into itself endlessly. It is not a land of monsters, but a law of nature taken too far, a domain of infinite repetition where distance, shape, and even cause and effect lose meaning. As the Pattern Wells weaken, that realm begins to bleed into the human world, leaving behind distortions that cannot be explained by ordinary logic. In this world, power is carved into the flesh at birth through Fractal Marks, living patterns etched into the skin like sacred birthmarks. Mark-bearers can descend into deeper layers of their mark to awaken greater abilities, but the deeper they go, the more dangerous it becomes. Every use risks destabilising the body, the mind, and the world around them, as if infinity itself is staring back. With war rising and the boundary between worlds thinning, the age of stability is ending. What comes next won’t be decided by heroes or kings, but by those willing to descend into the infinite and return with something the world was never meant to hold.
RedPhoenix16 · 2.8k Views

I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.
alvahraaaa · 3.7k Views

Trapped in a Novel as the D-Class Alpha I Hated Most

Neon is a broke high school student whose only escape is reading Omegaverse novels. He’s a loyal reader—he devours every single Omegaverse story he can get his hands on. His favorite right now? Angel in Hell, a bestselling novel he loves with all his heart. Neon adores everything about it… except one thing: Zyren Kael. A D-class Alpha. The villain. The nightmare of the whole book. Villains are meant to be hated, but Zyren is on another level—cruel, stupid, obsessive, and always ruining the precious omega Angel’s life. Neon curses him every time he appears on the page. But the night he finishes the novel, Neon dies in an accident. And when he opens his eyes again… he’s not in his tiny cheap apartment. He’s lying in a luxurious bedroom inside an expensive mansion— reborn as Zyren Kael, the villain he hates the most. Neon swears he will NOT follow the villain’s tragic path. He refuses to be cruel. He refuses to follow the book’s script. He plans to live quietly, avoid trouble, marry a side-character beta, and spend his days peacefully. But the novel itself refuses to follow its own plot. So why— Why are all the male leads obsessed with him? Why is the main character suddenly in love with him? Why is everyone chasing after him? Why does the world treat him like he’s the true protagonist? He was supposed to be the villain. So why does he feel like the main character instead? What on earth is happening to this story…?
Meowly24 · 179k Views

Manipulating THE GODS

Imagine a world ruled by Ascendents—where power is determined by Resonance, Flux, and access to resources that accelerate ascension. Now imagine that boy has none of it. Varik Verilion possesses no power worth acknowledging. What he has instead is far more dangerous: the ability to understand people, dismantle belief systems, and turn human weakness into leverage. In a world obsessed with power and flux ascension, he introduces something known but alien—manipulation, deception, and control of masses. Varik does not believe in morality, love or loyalty. Parents, lovers, clan, sects, even gods—everything is a system to be exploited. If killing his own parents secures authority, he will do it. If destroying a lover advances his position, he will not hesitate. If creating a consumer economy destabilizes a flux-based world and places power in his hands, he will engineer it piece by piece. While others seek power through training and faith, Varik builds it through cunning, prediction, and psychological warfare. His greatest weapon is not strength, it is deception. His closest companion is not a sword or technique—but the certainty that everyone can be used. Manipulating the Gods is a dark ascent fantasy about a protagonist who does not rise by becoming stronger, but by making everyone else weaker—until even gods are nothing more than variables waiting to be controlled. --- Rather than treating fantasy as aesthetic escapism, this world is constructed as a coherent model — one governed by internal logic, biological constraints, physical trade-offs, and evolutionary pressure. Every culture, power structure, and ability exists because it had to, not because it looked cool. At the foundation of this world lies a single axiom: Flux. Flux is not magic in the ornamental sense. It is an energy principle — a universal driver of transformation, adaptation, decay, and emergence. Matter, biology, cognition, and civilization all evolve in response to Flux gradients, just as real organisms evolve under environmental stress and resource scarcity. So it's not your normal book where anything could happen just because the author wants. And let me tell you in advance, this book is one of a kind. --- Author’s Note: This story is also officially published by me on Royal Road under the same author identity. Any identical uploads elsewhere are authorized reposts by the original author. Royal Road version: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/899826/fictions ---
VarikVerilion · 5.5k Views