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HP: I Was Reborn as the Dark Lord, But the System Made Me a Saint?!

What does the most feared Dark Lord in history do when he's given a second chance at life? He takes it, of course. Any price is worth paying for another shot at immortality and ultimate power. But Lord Voldemort never expected the price to be... this. Reborn in 1991 as Tamara Riddle—a breathtakingly beautiful girl with a tragically weak body—the former Dark Lord finds himself bound to an infuriatingly cheerful "Virtue System." His immense dark power is sealed, and the only way to unlock it is by accumulating points through good deeds. Love? Kindness? Courage? To Voldemort, these are weaknesses to be exploited. But now, they are the currency of his survival. The worst part? Any murderous thought or malicious intent is met with a crippling "punishment" that transforms his terrifying presence into that of a fragile, pitiful, and inexplicably charming damsel. The more he plots to kill Harry Potter, the more he ends up saving him. The more he schemes to corrupt the pure-bloods, the more they worship him as a noble leader. From Dumbledore to Snape, everyone sees a prodigy, a hero, a saint... while inside, the Dark Lord is screaming. "I will conquer this world," she vows, "even if I have to do it as a goody-two-shoes." [Raw: 抱歉哈利,人家已经是黑魔王了] [TAGS & CATEGORY] Category: Fanfiction Tags: #REINCARNATION #SYSTEM #FEMALE PROTAGONIST #COMEDY #HARRY POTTER #MAGIC #ACADEMY #ANTIHERO #GENDERBENDER #WEAKTOSTRONG Topic: #Voldemort #GenderBender #System #Comedy #HarryPotter #Fanfic #DarkLordIsAGoodGirl
AkarinTL · 214.3k Views

Fairy Tail: Eye of the Storm

The Rising of the Storm by Paul Laurence Dunbar -------------------------------------- The lake's dark breast Is all unrest, It heaves with a sob and a sigh. Like a tremulous bird, From its slumber stirred, The moon is a-tilt in the sky. From the silent deep The waters sweep, But faint on the cold white stones, And the wavelets fly With a plaintive cry O'er the old earth's bare, bleak bones. And the spray upsprings On its ghost-white wings, And tosses a kiss at the stars; While a water-sprite, In sea-pearls dight, Hums a sea-hymn's solemn bars. Far out in the night, On the wavering sight I see a dark hull loom; And its light on high, Like a Cyclops' eye, Shines out through the mist and gloom. Now the winds well up From the earth's deep cup, And fall on the sea and shore, And against the pier The waters rear And break with a sullen roar. Up comes the gale, And the mist-wrought veil Gives way to the lightning's glare, And the cloud-drifts fall, A sombre pall, O'er water, earth, and air. The storm-king flies, His whip he plies, And bellows down the wind. The lightning rash With blinding flash Comes pricking on behind. Rise, waters, rise, And taunt the skies With your swift-flitting form. Sweep, wild winds, sweep, And tear the deep To atoms in the storm. And the waters leapt, And the wild winds swept, And blew out the moon in the sky, And I laughed with glee, It was joy to me As the storm went raging by! -------------------------------------------------
Angel_Extinction · 55.1k Views