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SYSTEM ERROR: The Duchess Who Died Twice

Eliana “Lia” Javier was the worst spoiled in the entire empire Spoiled rotten by the Emperor, despised by her brilliant brothers, and married off to a duke who looked at her like something he’d scraped off his boot, her only legacy was selfishness. Then her brothers voted to send her to rule the Empire’s doomed northern fortress—a frozen hell overrun by monsters. She died there three years later, alone on a crumbling wall, her only regret that she hadn’t been better. She should have stayed dead. Instead, she woke up in a modern world with her memories intact—along with her three equally traumatized, equally silent brothers. They lived a second life as elite soldiers, drowning in regret and too emotionally stunted to say a single word about it. They died (again) without ever breaking the silence. Now, two cosmic IT Administrators have shoved them back in time with a System, a party chat, and a mandate: “Fix your family drama and save the North, or we’re deleting your save files. Permanently.” Reborn in the carriage carrying her to exile, Lia has three hours until she reaches the teleport temple. Three hours until her doomed life begins again. This time, she has a HUD, a psychic link to her brothers, and absolutely zero patience for anyone’s bullshit—including her own. Armed with modern tactics, 21st profanity, and the grim skills of a soldier who’s already died twice, Lia is done being the spoiled princess. The North is falling, her brothers are racing to catch up, her cold husband has no idea what’s coming, and the System Admins are watching. One wrong move, and it’s game over. For real this time.
moonpscyhe_ · 1.5k Views

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 1m Views

My Dear Cold-blooded Husband

MATURE CONTENT: The content of this novel is not suitable for readers under the age 18 I thought I was finally choosing my own life—graduation behind me, the future ahead, and a man I believed I loved waiting at the altar. I was wrong. The truth shattered everything I thought I knew: my stepbrother didn’t protect me—he sold me. A debt he couldn’t pay, sealed with my name, my body, my future. And the man I was promised to? Sinclair Kavanagh. A government-sanctioned assassin. A ghost wrapped in human skin. A man I had once seen kill without hesitation—and without remorse. I am not only afraid of what Sinclair does for a living. I am terrified of what he wants from me. His attention isn’t affection. His desire isn’t love. It’s possession—cold, calculated, inescapable. He watches me like a target. Claims me like a contract. And no matter how hard I fight, how far I run, the truth remains the same: Sinclair Kavanagh does not let go. He is ruthless in his work, brutal in his methods, and utterly unhinged in his obsession with me. And when I realize that marriage to him is not a choice but a sentence, I begin to wonder if death is the only form of escape left. Because being Sinclair Kavanagh’s wife may be far more terrifying than being his victim. ~ Short Excerpt (Sinclair’s Dialogue): “I’ve ended wars with a single bullet, Daphne. Do you really think I’d fail to keep what belongs to me?” “You cannot escape what belongs to you. I am yours, Daphne. Irrevocably. Obsessively. Until the sun burns out and time decays. 'Til death do us part?' No, my sweet... death is far too kind for what I intend to do with you.” Disclaimer: Cover image is not mine, credit to the rightful owner
Faith_Olumide_8609 · 164 Views

The Shadow of Immortality

The feeling was fleeting, sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where his past should have been. A beautiful face he once loved… now mere grains of sand slipping through Clark's fingers. All that remained for him now was his name: Clark. This forgetting was incredibly potent. Clark felt an intense headache in every pore of his head. He began to see his surroundings. He was wearing rusty metal armor. When he looked ahead, he saw a strange man. He was calm, holding a nearly empty bottle of liquor. This man had lit a fire and was sitting beside it. Next to him was a rotting, dead corpse. The stench of blood was piercing, revolting to Clark's senses. Clark was tense, his hand on the sword beside him. He didn't understand why, but it was the survival instinct within him. The man looked at Clark. His voice was unsettlingly calm. • "Don't trouble yourself reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him, I found him like this with an empty bottle." Clark ignored the dizziness and sat beside the man, his hand still on the hilt. Clark's voice sounded as if his vocal cords were frayed from hunger. • "Who are you? What is this place?" • "My name is Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only breathing thing. So I dragged you here." I was hoping you had answers. About me. About any of this." Clark's expression froze. He hadn't comprehended that he had amnesia. "What do you mean 'about you'?" Jin replied with a helpless smile. "I don't know. I've lost… everything. All that's left for me is instinct. The need to survive. That's all." Enjoy reading it!
diodaa · 169.5k Views

Took the Entertainment Industry by storm, Fan beg me not to kill.

Xiao He unexpectedly gained a criminal cheat skill that allows him to learn all kinds of crime-related abilities. —But the catch is, he has to keep “stabbing people” to stay alive. Xiao He: …I was a perfectly fine college student, who the h*ll wants to be a criminal?! Huh? There’s actually a loophole! By chance, Xiao He triggered a bug in the cheat skill. He figured out a way to substitute real crimes with acting performances and broke into the entertainment industry as a professional villain! He can be a refined yet depraved mu*derer, wielding a chainsaw and haunting everyone’s nightmares. He can be a heartless, despicable fugitive whose crimes are so notorious that the public wants him dead. He’s a romance scammer, a serial killer, a cold-blooded assassin… He’s actor Xiao He! —At first, Xiao He was just trying to survive by constantly taking villain roles. But unexpectedly, he rose to fame with his so-called “nonexistent acting skills” and became one of the hottest award-winning actors in the industry! Everyone in the business knows: the more people a script’s character kills, the faster Xiao He accepts the role. But outsiders say: He doesn’t look like he’s acting at all—better investigate him thoroughly! Even the fans are saying: Bro, please stop killing people! I’m seriously scared you’ll end up in jail! Yet, while the real “cancers” of the industry kept getting arrested, the one who looked most like a villain—Xiao He—kept thriving, even sweeping awards like crazy. Eventually, everyone was like: Whatever, let him stab people on screen for us. Just give him space. {Note:It is a translated version of the Chinese novel "刀哥爆红娱乐圈,粉丝求我别杀了". As a avid fan of the original work,seeing no readable high quality english translation is disheartening.Hence, I take it upon myself to do so. Some plot/phases/humor are different from original work to make it easier for non- chinese to understand}
Asanpi · 19.4k Views

SETH : The Blind Architect

In the sword-and-sorcery Kingdom of Arcane, the sudden emergence of an unregistered dungeon triggers panic across guilds, churches, and noble houses. Expeditions enter and never return. Rankings escalate from bronze to gold to S-rank, yet the dungeon only grows deadlier—refining itself, adapting, learning. What the world does not know is that the dungeon is not a natural phenomenon. At its heart is Seth Ducalion, the discarded son of House Andreas—blinded, framed, and condemned as useless after a brutal betrayal that costs him his sight and his place in succession. Presumed dead after an ambush on his family’s estate, Seth survives and disappears beneath the earth, where intellect, preparation, and ruthless logic become his weapons. Blind yet calculating, Seth constructs a multi-layered subterranean domain through memory, sound, touch, and precise engineering. Each floor is a deliberate test of attrition, adaptation, and despair. Traps are not meant to kill quickly but to exhaust, mislead, and erase certainty. Magic is countered by mechanism; faith by inevitability. Survivors are not allowed. As the dungeon’s reputation grows, Seth forms uneasy contracts with demons and gods—not as a servant, but as an equal. He eliminates divine subordinates, rejects worship, and accepts commissions only when payment is measured in artifacts and knowledge. His actions draw the attention of higher beings who cannot classify him as mortal, apostle, or monster. Inside the dungeon, Seth refines himself further—creating autonomous guardians, artificial intelligences, living metal constructs, and experimental relic systems. His closest allies include Agatha, a high-caliber witch bound by mutual interest, and Vulcan, a dragon whose mastery of technique tempers Seth’s growing volatility. A catastrophic experiment fractures Seth’s identity, manifesting three ideological variants—Chelsea, Ariel, and Legion—each representing a different path: restraint, growth, and domination. Though united by origin, they act independently, exposing the internal schism forming within Seth’s mind and power. Meanwhile, the world responds with force. Knight orders, noble expeditions, and elite S-rank adventurers descend floor by floor, only to be annihilated. Each defeat confirms a terrifying truth: the dungeon is not meant to be conquered. It is meant to observe, adapt, and prove superiority through endurance. As gods intervene and reality itself strains under the dungeon’s unnatural design, Seth faces a looming existential threat—one that may force him to choose between remaining a hidden architect of judgment or becoming something the world can no longer ignore. Seth is a dark fantasy progression novel about intelligence over strength, identity under pressure, and the cost of absolute preparation—where survival is never accidental, mercy is inefficient, and victory belongs to the one who learns faster than the world can react.
Lucky_Leonardo · 1.4k Views