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TM: Vengeance of the Indomitable and Crazed Shades

In a realm of mortals, a monster was born. At first, it had only one purpose: to protect. To protect those who created it. To protect the family who stood beside it. To protect everyone, it could. To do so, the monster learned to wear a human face. For a time, the disguise was enough. Then the world took everything away. As loved ones died and dreams crumbled, a young man's scream echoed beneath the night sky—a cry of grief, rage, and helplessness. He did not kneel. He did not pray. He did not beg for mercy. Instead, he challenged the heavens themselves. And the heavens answered. Rejection. He who dares challenge the laws themself, his body was broken. His life ended. But someone beyond mortality took notice. "Interesting..." A gift. Or was it not? And so began another life. Another chance. Another tragedy. Reborn in a world where gods watch over mortals, devils shape destinies, myths breathe, and dreams become reality, he finds himself trapped in a cruel cycle. Being above delight and laughing over his suffering. As such, every happiness demands a price. Every bond invites loss. Every life ends in blood. Again. And again. And again. Yet the monster refuses to break. Even when shattered. Even when abandoned and forgotten. Even when the world itself demands his surrender. Is he even trapped, or does he allow himself to be trapped? With each reincarnation, something disappears, something reforms, and something new arrives. The line between man and monster is thin. How much suffering can a person endure before they cease to be human? How much anguish before a monster becomes a human? How many lives must be lost before compassion becomes obsession? How many deaths before a monster finally accepts what it truly is? This is the story of a creature that wanted to save everyone. And the countless lives he sacrificed to become something else. What is it that he finds at the end of his path?
SeayYes · 263.2k Views

Hollywood: Top of the Music Empire and Hollywood

In the sleazy, cum-stained underbelly of 2010 New York—Liberty City's rotten core, where pop queens like Beyoncé and Cardi B are exploding onto the scene like jizz from a money-shot—Leon Smith, our chain-smoking, reborn asshole protagonist, wakes up bewildered as fuck, puffing on a cig while plotting his ascent to scumbag supremacy. "What could be more liberating than being a total prick in this capitalist shitshow?" he muses. "Becoming a filthy rich, fame-whoring prick, that's what!" Armed with a twisted system that refreshes monthly "shameless entries" like "liar" to unlock his inner douchebag powers, Leon dives balls-deep into the music biz cesspool: dropping ghostwritten albums that slap harder than a pimp's backhand, seducing starlet cunts for clout and contracts, manipulating capital like a Wall Street wanker jerking off to insider trades, and thieving ideas from every talentless hack in sight. Betrayal's his foreplay, lies his lube, hypocrisy his happy ending—and in this greed-fueled orgy of American excess, those sins are goddamn virtues. He'll backstab producers at MTV Awards, forge gangster beats in smoke-filled studios, and worship money like it's the holy grail of golden showers. But with rivals sniffing his trail and the system's devilish blessings egging him on, will Leon climb to the top as the ultimate entertainment emperor, banging pop divas and bathing in blood money? Or will his scumbaggery backfire in a spectacular clusterfuck of lawsuits and beatdowns? Strap on, you degenerate fucks—this rebirth rampage is a vulgar vortex of hip-hop hustles, celebrity cock-teasing, and unapologetic assholery that'll leave you rooting for the villain while questioning your own moral butthole.
Abai_Zar · 1.2m Views

Naruto: I, Rasa, Am Innocent!

Spreading Konoha Conspiracy Theories? I, Rasa, Am Innocent! I opened my eyes in the body of the Fourth Kazekage and tasted ash on my tongue. Sunagakure was already dead. A starving skeleton buried under endless sandstorms. No food, no water, no future. Iwagakure ground our bones to dust. Kirigakure drained the last of our blood with ironclad extortion. Even the worthless villages of Grass and Rain had begun sharpening their knives for the carcass. And watching it all with cold, amused eyes was the true predator: Konoha. A golden empire bloated with power, jinchuriki, and legends. One order from the Third Hokage and the Hidden Sand would vanish from the map like a footnote in history. There was no glory left. No heroic last stand. Only survival. So I made a pact with the devil that called itself the Master Swindler System. My weapon? Not sand. Not gold. Not armies. Lies. I would poison the Leaf from the inside until it rotted and tore itself apart. Until its heroes turned on each other. Until the village that had spent decades crushing weaker nations finally choked on its own shadow. The first rumors slid into the world like knives between ribs: - Hiruzen Sarutobi, the revered Professor, stole the glory that belonged to Uchiha Kagami and buried the truth in a shallow grave. - Sakumo Hatake, the White Fang, was driven to a coward’s suicide because the village elders feared his growing legend. - The real reason Minato Namikaze died was far darker than any Nine-Tails rampage… and the proof is irrefutable. - The Fourth Mizukage? Nothing more than a flesh puppet dancing on the strings of a Konoha Uchiha spy. Every document, every forged suicide note, every leaked scroll was perfect. The system made sure of it. The ninja world swallowed the poison eagerly. Konoha began to fracture. Uchiha blood boiled in the streets. Anbu shadows moved against their own Hokage. Old alliances cracked. Old hatreds reignited. And somewhere in the dunes, I sat in the Kazekage’s blood-red office, watching the reports roll in, hands already stained with the ink of nations’ downfall. I did nothing wrong. I did it to protect the Hidden Sand. I did it so my children would not starve in the sand that swallowed their fathers. In a world where the strong devour the weak without mercy, innocence is just another word for weakness. This is not a comedy. This is the story of a desperate kage who chose to burn the brightest village in the world to keep his own from freezing to death. And when the flames finally reach the sky, I will still say the same thing: “I, Rasa, am innocent.” --- pat***** japanime20
Abai_Zar · 1.2m Views

Saving The Villainous Monster From The Male Lead

|| To all the readers who are grieving over Caelestis Lanister’s death. I deeply apologize but this character always deserved death in my eyes of justice. Although he was a good leader, a good friend, probably a good son, yet he was never a good friend or boyfriend to Stella. Even after going through all his sins, if you still sympathize with him. I have an offer for you. Would you like to change the destiny of Caelestis Lanister? Yes/No|| A translucent blue window appeared in front of Eleanore, who had just opened her eyes in a strange white place, after meeting her end in a Traffic accident. Eleanore finds herself in a new world, with a mission to change the destiny of her favorite character from a book she had recently read, "Revenge is her only desire." Tired from her daily struggles, she was ready to venture into a new life of the rich, but to her dismay. She finds herself in the body of the villainess that dies in the first chapter of the novel, who shares the same name as hers, Eleanore Sinclair. Moreover, the day she enters into her body is the day she gets killed by Caelestis for harming his lover, Stella. Eleanore binded by the system that guided her through in her mission of changing Caelestis’ fate, realizes that the system favoured Stella over her. She struggles to keep herself alive, while working on Caelestis and Stella's relationship. As she tries to save Stella from the obsessive grasps of Caelestis, she finds herself getting entangled with the notorious villain. As tension and hatred between them rises, a love blooms between them which gives nothing but pain in return. The male lead being her own brother, will she be able to save Caelestis which is no longer her mission but her love? _______ “Lies!” he spat again, his voice rising. “I will kill you, Eleanore. If you ever try to do that to her again, I will kill you.” His words cut through her, burning with hatred and fear. Anger surged within her as she fought against him. She had never intended to hurt Stella, not once. The blame lay with the original owner of the body, not her. Why must she listen to these accusations? “I have no such intentions!” she shouted at his face, gasping to find breath. “Let me go!” Her foot lashed out, kicking him in the thigh, but he quickly pinned it down as well. Exhausted from her useless struggles, Eleanore realized she had to gather her strength and then perhaps bite off some skin from his handsome face. “You are just an obsessed man,” she snarled. “You don’t know how to treat a woman. You’re killing her!” Before she could finish, Caelestis silenced her with a violent grip around her throat. His hand tightened around her neck, cutting off her breath. Her wrists were free, but now her neck was caught, and every breath became a struggle. Panic surged through her as she struggled to find, her nails digged deep into at his arm in a desperate attempt to free herself. Caelestis’ true nature had finally appeared in front of Eleanore, and it scared her. She had already been afraid of him, but now the fear felt like it was gripping her very soul. Note: This is a dark fantasy romance novel. A war between Love and Obsession.
Fantasy_planet6 · 112.9k Views