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Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. [Recently, while writing a fresh chapter I realised I may be writing a scene which may trigger a few people. It is a torture scene. I tried to make it as less descriptive as possible, walking around it instead of making it too descriptive. The specific scene is in Chapter 17 and 18- avoid these chapters if you don't like too intense stuffs. But I will still like to leave a warning :) ALSO, while writing if I find that I have to write more scenes like that involving torture, war, Gore, I may update the list of chapters to avoid UPDATE: Chapter 26,27 contain things of depression, truama and a little self-harm scene. Please avoid this chapter if you get triggered by these stuffs.]

In this dark, dystopian space novel, Jacob, a slum hunter, rescues a Martian princess who has lost her memory. Hunted by ruthless rebels and threats from outer space, he must confront a tragic destiny to save the entire world. "Log entry 30. Today is day 303 since I began my journey 5.8 billion kilometers from the planet..." The blue color is called Solan…. I have lived my entire 88 years of life in emptiness, until this very moment. The moment I became immortal. …My mission is to stop a massive comet being sent from… Nibiru. I am inhabiting a giant Nephelim body created from my genetic code. This body, over 1 kilometer tall, is incomparable in size to...HebelisA blood clot the size of Solan, an immortal being that has been orbiting the sun, absorbing plasma for billions of years, expelling waste in the form of pure gold. I, a tiny giant, must merge with Hebelis, a fusion meaning I become one with him, and Hebelis will be the body I control, making it crash into those comets. When I became energy in Hebelis, I thought I would no longer be able to communicate with anyone. I believe so. But…no. I can still feel her warm smile, Joanie. I can still feel the care that Queen Farah has for me. I can still feel the power of friendship that all my friends have sent my way. I thank the universe for bringing us together. "This is 'My Final Travel Journal,' Jacobbella Jacobi Fallunett. See you again." Jac Jr.'s transformation is complete...

Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

After being unfairly accused of putting his name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry is consumed by rage and betrayal. Ron, blinded by jealousy, refuses to believe him, and even Hermione seems to side with the rules, rather than him. Isolated and furious, Harry lashes out, determined to find someone who will listen. And he does: Daphne Greengrass, a Slytherin.

Left for dead in a forgotten village, Hasegawa Ouga awakens as a fused soul—a modern mind crammed into a boy’s corpse, saved only by three metallic CLUNKs echoing from inside his own spirit. That sound is the Wheel: a mysterious inner mechanism that grants him the terrifying power to instantly adapt to any attack, phenomenon, or law of magic, becoming immune and countering with lethal precision. The more he is hurt, the more unstoppable he grows. But power demands a price. Ouga learns that mercy, love, and hesitation are chains—morals that make him bleed while others exploit him. One betrayal too many severs the last thread of his humanity. He abandons all emotion, discards every moral anchor, and sets upon a cold, unfeeling pursuit of absolute strength. Kindness is a wound he no longer suffers. The world will adapt to him—or be ground to dust beneath the unrelenting turn of his Wheel.

« MATURE CONTENT » “Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

Harry had enough after four years of playing Dumbledore's stupid gme. He is not gonna be a puppet that dances to the tunes of that old bastard anymore. He is gonna take matters into his own hands. And his so called friends, who are nothing more than Dumbledore's spies will finally suffer his wrath.

Liam transmigrates into the American superhero world, joins S.H.I.E.L.D., and actually tries to play by the rules. Unfortunately, “don’t beat supervillains half to death” is apparently a policy. One over-the-top takedown later, he’s fired for “excessive force” and escorted out with a cardboard box and a pissed-off attitude. And that’s when his system finally kicks in. Villain Achievement: Ten Thousand Times Critical Hit System activated. Translation? Helping bad guys makes him stupidly powerful. He casually helps Sandman slip out of Spider-Man’s grip—boom, reward. Gives Loki just enough backup to smack Thor around—boom, bigger reward. Shields Vulture from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s harassment so the guy can tinker with salvaged Chitauri junk—massive reward. Every time a villain wins, Liam levels the hell up. Black Widow corners him, fuming. “You’re the asshole who helped my sister beat me?” Iron Man kneels in the rubble after getting absolutely wrecked by an absurdly overpowered Whiplash. “That’s… that’s not how physics works.” Meanwhile, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. stares at a classified file in disbelief. “We fired you… and now you’re a senior executive in S.H.I.E.L.D.—why does this say Hydra?” Liam didn’t go evil. He just realized something hilarious. If the heroes won’t appreciate him… the villains sure as hell will.

[This is a lighthearted story; the protagonist has no morals or limits.] Having transmigrated to the Harry Potter world, Charlie White is bound to the [Tyrant System]. By engaging in tyrannical behavior, you can earn Tyrannical Points and draw prizes infinitely! While Hermione was studying her textbooks in the library. [Ding! His Majesty's sleeping posture in class is practically a reincarnation of Hu Hai, perfectly embodying the behavior of a tyrannical ruler who "neglects state affairs"! Reward: Tyrannical Ruler Points +100!] While Harry and Ron were training hard for Quidditch. [Ding! His Majesty has been extravagant, purchasing all the desserts in Diagon Alley, in line with the behavior of a "tyrannical and hedonistic" ruler! Reward: Tyrant Points +500!] Charlie casually did a ten-pull! [Congratulations, Your Majesty, on obtaining: Animagus (Selectable Form)! +1 Free Talent Point, +1000 Proficiency in Fiendfire...] Dumbledore: "Mr. White is the most gifted student I've ever seen, but unfortunately he just doesn't like to study..." Voldemort: "Why? He learned the dark magic I painstakingly studied just by yawning?!" Charlie lay on the sofa and sighed helplessly, "I don't want to either, but the system is giving me too much!" --------------------------- Join my Patreon now to get instant access to the next chapters!

Connor Thompson was not a good man; he knew that. He wouldn't be at the top if he was a good man. Yet because he was evil, because he was successful- he was brought low to the end of his life. . "Hello, hello, hello. What do we have here? A new Hell Borne to add to the chopping block." "Interesting, a new place. New body, new beings to study. Please, show me a world of new possibilities. Oh don't worry this scalpel is only here to help me explore." Sent to Hell for his misdeeds in life he will explore the unknown in search of ultimate knowledge. Where will it take him? What will he discover? And will he regret what he has found?!

Wonder Woman asked: “Why are you Superman’s younger brother?” Eric smirked: “On the very first day I transmigrated, I crawled into Superman’s infant space pod as a baby, pushed him out, and took his place. That’s how I became a so-called ‘Child of Krypton.’” Superman frowned: “Then why didn’t you save the plane?” Eric replied calmly: “Because I can’t step on air to lift things.” Batman growled: “Why didn’t Kryptonite affect you this time?” Eric’s eyes gleamed: “I wanted to play the role of a Kryptonian and get along with you all, but instead I was treated like an outsider. Fine… I won’t pretend anymore. The truth is, I am Homelander.” This is the story of a transmigrator who seizes Superman’s identity, fools the Justice League, and walks the world as Homelander, a cunning, sinister force disrupting the fragile balance of heroes and villains. -------------------------------- 40 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

She stepped into a hotel room for one normal night... And walked straight into a nightmare. Kang Jia, a rising South Korean actress, never expected that a single mistake would drag her into a world soaked in blood and secrets. A world ruled by a man people fear even to name. Jitoku Jae. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. The man behind the mask... the Mafia King known as Venom. One moment of weakness. One forced signature. And suddenly, Jia's freedom is gone. Now bound by a contract she doesn't remember signing, she becomes his possession---trapped in a cage where escape means losing everything... even her mother. But behind his cruelty lies something more dangerous than what eye met. And in a world where love feels like a sin... will she survive him---or fall for the man who wants to ruin her?

Raised by a necromancer with glowing green eyes and a questionable moral compass, Harry grows up mastering the art of death—literally. Horcrux crafting? Check. Conversing with ghosts? Easy. Questionable life choices? Well, he’s pretty sure he turned out alright. The Wizarding World isn’t ready for this version of the Boy Who Lived.

Ethan Ross dies expecting nothing… but wakes up inside the Marvel Universe as a top leader of Hydra. With limitless resources, secret bases, and a global spy network, he isn’t surviving—he’s playing the game on easy mode while groups like the Avengers fight on the surface. Then he unlocks his true advantage: a private Divine Realm where anyone he captures becomes part of his domain—and where he is absolutely unstoppable. Heroes, villains, even mutants slowly turn into pieces in his growing collection as he manipulates everything from the shadows. But when someone starts treating gods like trophies, how long before the entire world turns against him? And when they do… will it even be enough?

[Warning!!! Adult Content!!! R18!!!] All his life Damian has endured abandonment but his fiancé's betrayal with a senior associate was the last straw that broke the camels back. Shattered, Damian ended his life with a bullet to the head. [Rejoice, you have been chosen to become one of the seven potential successors of the demon lord!] [Good Luck. You will need it] Instead of death, Damian is given a second chance at life but as one of the seven princes of hell. The Introduction of the system into his life turned it into something adventurous. Tasked with sleeping with virgins, seducing the righteous and spreading immorality to the entire realm, Damian is exposed to a world he never knew existed. "But wait, you mean I also inherited a three wives as well?" "What do you mean they are the jealous types and I'm not allowed to get married?" --- Daily Release: 4 chapters minimum and 5 maximum Discord: https://discord.gg/MkFeQnjuu2

When a cursed sword rips through his heart, seven-year-old Liam doesn’t die he awakens. Forged in blood and shadow, the boy becomes host to a blade that devours endlessly and whispers madness. His village burned. His family slain. His innocence sacrificed. Now bound to a sentient weapon born from the abyss, Liam walks the path between vengeance and ruin. As empires crumble and ancient powers stir, he must decide: Will he become a god… or the end of one?

Reborn in the Harry Potter universe, Tyler Blake starts off as a quiet nobody… until he steps into Hogwarts and begins stirring chaos. From robbing Gringotts to shaking the Ministry, from freeing Gellert Grindelwald to toying with Voldemort, Tyler flips the entire wizarding world upside down. He doesn’t want to be a Dark Lord… but somehow, the title keeps chasing him. When a “obscurus” starts rewriting everything, what kind of storm will follow?

Getting shoved into a horde of zombies by a group of spineless survivors was not how Hana expected to die. Then again, neither was dying as the most notorious villainess among them—the kind who used people without hesitation and discarded them just as easily. An unflashy, pathetic end. She deserved it… didn’t she? But the universe wasn’t done with her yet. Hana wakes up in a completely different world with a system notification she can’t ignore: Karma Points: -1,250,000 To survive past one month, she must bring it back to zero. No shortcuts. No cheats. No killing. Just… being a ‘good’ person. “…You’ve got to be kidding me.” As if that wasn’t bad enough, during her quests, she keeps picking up strays—dangerous, powerful, clingy strays. “Hana, you need to pay attention to me today.” The dragon beastman murmured, crowding into her space. “No way, Hana promised to cuddle me,” the nine-tailed fox added sweetly, offering her a flower. “No way! Hana said she would fly with me,” the falcon beastman cut in, wings twitching. “You’re all overthinking it.” The snow leopard beastman scoffed, tail flicking lazily. “Hana already made plans with me.” Hana this, Hana that, Hana blah, blah and blah! Hana pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated. Saving her karma might be possible. But surviving them? That might be the real challenge. And the system was definitely not helping.

Power built the Murad empire. Blood secured it. Betrayal nearly destroyed it. Across India, New York, and beyond, Sohan Kadeon Murad reigns as one of the most feared men in the underworld. CEO of eight global empires and supreme leader of the Obsidian Triad, he rules with calculated brutality. His enemies vanish. His name commands silence. Yet even the darkest king had a weakness. His wife, Riyana. And their only daughter— Lilith Mahira Baneva. Born as the final heir. The true owner of everything. When greed consumes Sohan’s own cousins, a carefully orchestrated attack shatters the Murad family. A truck collision meant to eliminate Riyana and six-year-old Lilith leaves Riyana missing and presumed dead. Lilith survives—but her mind does not. Sohan unleashes hell on those responsible, wiping out bloodlines in a storm of vengeance before being imprisoned for ten years. His final command to his eight sons: No war among yourselves. Protect your sister. Keep her away from the darkness. While the brothers rise into powerful men—ruthless, disciplined, and loyal—Lilith grows up in a mental asylum, her brilliant mind trapped in the innocence of a child. Unknown to her brothers, someone close ensures she never heals, poisoning her recovery with damaging medication to keep her fragile… and unfit to rule. At sixteen, she returns home. Beautiful. Quiet. Mischievous. Broken. The empire legally belongs to her—but the world sees only a shattered girl holding pieces of herself together. Then comes the man powerful enough to rival the Murads. The feared leader of The Dominion Apex—half Russian, half American, Indian by blood. A king among kings. Cold. Strategic. Merciless. During a high-stakes alliance meeting, a single moment changes everything. He sees Lilith Mahira Baneva. And instead of weakness, he sees something no one else dares to look for. He takes her. What begins as possession slowly shifts into something far more dangerous—an obsession neither of them expected. In her silence, he finds calm. In his darkness, she finds protection. But beneath the fragile surface of the shattered heiress lies something waiting. Healing. Memory. Power. Will Lilith Mahira Baneva rise to reclaim the empire written in her blood? Will the ruthless king fall for the girl the world underestimated? Or will secrets, betrayal, and war tear apart what remains of the Murad legacy? In a world ruled by monsters, the most dangerous throne belongs to a broken queen.

« MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my thing," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" No NTR, No Yuri