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Transmigrating to the Douluo Continent, he became Dai Chengfeng, the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire, and awakened the White Tiger Martial Soul. The ancestors of the Dai family had decreed that the first three soul rings of the White Tiger Soul must be identical for the best combination! However, Dai Chengfeng refused to configure his soul skill according to the ancestral regulations. The White Tiger belongs to metal and is a master of slaughter. What on earth is this White Tiger Guardian Barrier? As a result, the Emperor of Star Luo banished Dai Chengfeng in anger, ordered the Zhu family to cancel the marriage engagement, and prepared to temper Dai Chengfeng's arrogance. Years later. Upon meeting Dai Chengfeng again, Dai Mubai was surprised to find that his younger brother not only did not become useless due to absorbing the wrong soul ring, but his White Tiger Spirit was worlds apart from his own! ... Dai Mubai: "We both have the White Tiger Soul, but compared with Dai Chengfeng, why does my soul seem more like a house cat?!" Tang San: "Even my Blue Silver Emperor instinctively fears Dai Chengfeng's soul? You call this a White Tiger?" Asura God: "Oh no! His murderous aura is even thicker than mine, the Asura God. Is he targeting me?!" Star Luo Emperor: "Well, does Chengfeng know his mistake now?" "Reporting to Your Majesty, Prince Chengfeng has already become a god!" Emperor of Star Luo: "???." Dai Chengfeng: I am the White Emperor! The Holy Spirit of Heaven! The ominous god, governing all killings under heaven, and also the master of innate Ultimate Metal! THIS IS A TRANSLATION. Advanced chapters at: patreon.com/EphemeralShadow

A dying man who's given a chance at a new life, even if it is at the hand of the devil itself. Eliot vale a dying man in the hospital bed was given a choice, die and retain your humanity, or survive and your humanity dies. He told them fuck them, "you don't know me, I will still be me at the end of the day, so deal" he shake hands with the devil. Some may say he made a wrong choice, but he will blame it on the fact that they didn't have to live in the hospital with their body connected to life support for almost half of their life, with the constant beeping sound and the hospital ceiling. He become an agent for the soul arbitration system, a job that is very demonic, but is only hope at a new life.

"To the world, they are a myth. To the arrogant, they are a nightmare. To the desperate, they are the last hope—at a terrifying price." Elias and Flora don’t belong to this world’s logic. While others struggle to learn spells or gather armies, Elias simply opens a [Mod Menu] that treats reality like a flawed game. Gravity, time, and life itself are nothing more than settings for him to adjust at will. Beside him stands Flora, his beautiful and twisted queen, who finds joy in the screams of those who thought they were untouchable. Together, they travel through dimensions with three goals: The Wish: They will grant your heart's desire, but be careful—the price might cost you your soul. The Execution: Any mortal who dares to call themselves a 'God' will learn the true meaning of despair. The Order: They are the invisible hands that keep the universe from collapsing into its own corruption.

Go Back to Hell follows Daki fierce demon sent to Earth to retrieve escaped evil spirits using a powerful red sphere. Her mission takes a turn when she encounters Park Woo Joon, a sharp-witted police officer with an unexplainable energy. As Woo Joon investigates deaths, a fallen angel, Uriel arrives to purify possessed humans—putting Daki’s life at risk. Meanwhile, Kim Ji Sik, a famous exorcist, senses dark forces at play. With demons, angels, and humans clashing, Daki must complete her mission before she’s the one sent back to hell.and she might perish forever But who is the real threat in this battle?

Kagami Ren was born with everything—a prestigious clan name, Special Grade potential, and the cursed technique Fortune's Wheel. But when his three older siblings tried to kill him, the wheel spun, and only Ren walked away alive. Exiled and hunted by his own family, Ren is given an ultimatum by Gojo Kazuki, the youngest Six Eyes user in history: enroll at Tokyo Jujutsu High, or die. Now, Ren must master a technique that thrives on chaos, prove he's more than just lucky, and survive in a world where his next spin could mean victory—or death. In jujutsu sorcery, fate is everything. But Ren's going to beat the odds.

Wondered if a cryptomining app would make you a Superhero..or villain? Damen Dark is an unfortunate orphan trapped in a cruel household, forced to endure the abuse of his uncle, his family, and a world that seems determined to break him. One ordinary day, he receives a mysterious link on his phone advertising a new app—DemCoin, a cryptocurrency mining program. Damen knows it’s probably a scam. But curiosity gets the better of him. At first, the app seems harmless. It “mines” coins by targeting living beings—stray animals… and people. With little expectation, Damen uses it as a private outlet for his bottled-up anger, siphoning coins from those who torment him: his family, his classmates, the bullies who rule the streets. It feels like justice. It feels good. But DemCoin is far more than a mining app. As Damen accumulates enough coins, hidden features unlock—features that allow him to target individuals and steal their powers. What begins as survival turns into temptation, and temptation into transformation. With every stolen ability, Damen grows stronger… and more dangerous. Now faced with unimaginable power, Damen must choose who he will become. Will he take revenge on a world that never showed him mercy, or rise as a hero to protect it? The truth lies somewhere in between. In a cruel twist of fate, Damen soon realizes the irony of power: the stronger he becomes, the greater the threats that hunt him. And worse still, DemCoin is not just a tool—it is a force, subtly guiding his path. Whether he knows it or not, the app isn’t shaping him into a savior. It is forging a supervillain. And Damen Dark may have no choice but to become exactly that.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

Max Caulfield had just faced another crisis at Caledon University and now her past has returned to finish where she last left off. However, her powers of being the "So-called" Time master no longer work in this alternative timeline that she and Safi had created, leading her to return to the origins of her trouble past. Only this time she will not do it alone, with the help of Chloe, Alex, Steph, and the mysterious young man who has no memories of his past life....they will solve the mysterious that Arcadia Bay holds of its past and the secrets of the Omny Tribe.

In the mud-covered lower floors of the Tower, the tribal Goblins speak of a shadow. In the castles of brick and stone they call him the Demon King, a primal force that turned their ancestors’ history into a bloodbath. As the floors rise, the stone turns to concrete and the spears turn to rifles, random chants into elegant spell, but the fear remains. To the "civilized" Goblin elite living in the glass skyscrapers of the 90th floor, he is a myth—a dark bedtime story told to remind them of where they came from. Voro Vane isn't a myth. He is a climber of the tower. And form his perspective They are the monsters.

Dungeons may mean adventure for heroes… but someone still has to clean them up. Hope is an energetic and carefree young man who steps in after the heroes defeat the boss and claim their loot, repairing traps, resetting monsters, and treating all the chaos like a “normal workday.” However, one day this ordinary routine is shattered, and Hope finds himself thrown into gladiator arenas, fleeing through chaotic dungeons filled with strange monsters, traveling alongside odd allies, and facing missions that grow more dangerous with each step.

Sol, having transformed into a heavenly demon, became unable to progress and, sacrificing his entire sect, broke the shackles of the heavens, creating a rift in the sky. His goal was to leap through this rift and transcend the heavens, but upon opening his eyes again, he found himself in another world as a disciple of a Buddhist sect. Now, his aim is to combine the techniques of both sects to become far more powerful than before.

Tai is a man.... But he was a child above all. Grow up with time, forced to do things that no one wants in life. From a broken child to a young man who has no teenager, to a murderer, to a shield hero, and then become.... His fate is unknown

Jakes is in DC as The Spider. Classic abilities. Simple system. Diabolical twist! He is on a ticking clock. To survive and thrive, he has to go up against iconic heroes and villains; across The Multiverse. What's power without freedom? What's freedom without purpose? What happens when purpose corrupts? Follow this thrilling journey to find out. ~Mimiclord Support me: Webnovel: Power stones. Reviews. Comments. Early Acces: Patreon.com/mimiclord

"In a game where every move is calculated, the most dangerous player is the one who doesn't know they're playing." At thirty-three, Han Bo-young is the prodigy of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. A dual graduate of American law and medical schools, she possesses a mind that operates like a supercomputer, dissassembling crime scenes with a clinical coldness that unnerves her peers. But Bo-young is haunted, not by the dead, but by a past and present she's unable to escape from. The city is paralyzed when a series of "impossible" murders begins. The victims are high-profile figures: senators, doctors, and icons, found murdered in very artistic ways. At every scene, a signature is left behind: a single, black obsidian chess piece. The media calls him The Grandmaster, a killer who treats the city as a board and human lives as pawns. As Bo-young leads the hunt, she finds herself trapped in a psychological cage. The killer seems to be omniscient, always aware and prepared for every situation. The pieces are moving. The clock is ticking. And in this game, checkmate means the end of a soul.

In the Shetland Islands, a birth awakens something that should never have been.

Hana thought she knew how to play the game. After getting kicked out of every school in the city, the quiet mountain town of Villaluz was supposed to be her final destination. But the rules here are different. When she enters a high-stakes rivalry with Jaden-the town's golden boy with a dark streak-she thinks she's just fighting for status. She doesn't realise she's being groomed. From uncooked meat to dancing with the devil, Jaden is pulling her deeper into a world of primal rituals and ancient shadows. Their "disease" isn't a medical mystery-it's a hunger. In Villaluz, the party doesn't end until the sacrifice is made. And this year, Hana is the guest of honour. Hana felt her pulse thrum in her chest as Jaden stepped closer, the dim light of the room casting shadows across his sharp features. His eyes locked onto hers, piercing, unrelenting, as if he were looking straight into her thoughts. "Look into my eyes, darling," he murmured, his voice low and smooth, brushing over her like a velvet threat. "You, Hana... are worth every single thing. Even if it means taking another's life." She swallowed, forcing her hands to remain steady, refusing to let the tremor in her chest betray her. His gaze sharpened, searching hers, testing. "I'm not very patient. Will you let me?" Hana's lips pressed into a thin line. Her mind screamed caution, yet a flicker of curiosity dared her to meet his challenge. She wouldn't let him see her fear-not fully. She wouldn't give him that. But with an invitation to the most dangerous party of the year and a coded warning from a missing friend, Hana barely realises that she is running out of time. Love is a trap. The village is a cage. written by P.L.ADMIRAL.(praise hope)

He never wanted a stage. He never wanted attention. But he never had a choice. Follow a master of the shadows — a seasoned chameleon, a former assassin, and above all… a rising star in his new profession. Forced to act in order to survive.

Kiara Kingsley had learned how to disappear. Exile taught her that—how to keep her head down, bury claws beneath skin, how to pass as human, how to raise a child in a world that would never understand what he truly was. For years, she believed she had succeeded. The past stayed silent. The pack stayed away. And her little Mat grew, blissfully unaware of the blood humming in his veins. Until the night he vanished. The hamlet spiraled into panic - questions,sirens,fear. But Kiara felt none of it. The air carried their scent.She knew exactly who had taken her little Mat. And she knew what it would cost to get him back. Returning meant facing Caspian Silverheart—her Alpha mate, the one man she never learned how to hate. The same man who had stood frozen and shattered as his father pronounced her banishment, sealing her fate before their entire pack. Kiara never blamed Caspian. Some sins were too heavy to share, and she had carried hers alone. To bring Mat back, Kiara knew she must return beyond the veil and face the one truth she had spent years avoiding. Some betrayals were written into fate long before love ever had a choice. Crossing the veil, Kiara expected judgment, hatred, and the ghosts of everything she had destroyed. What she did not expect was a world she no longer recognized. The pack she left behind had been reshaped. Power had shifted. Familiar laws felt dangerously flexible. And the silence surrounding her little boy’s disappearance was far too deliberate to be accidental. As old bonds resurfaced and buried truths began to stir, Kiara realized her exile may never have been about punishment. It may have been about erasure. And the laws governing blood, lineage, and power now circled dangerously close to Mat as well. Because Mat was not just her little boy. He was a convergence…of bloodlines, of broken oaths, of a future the pack was never meant to unlock. Now that she had returned, the lies holding their worlds together were beginning to fracture.

Set in a dystopian semi-futuristic world this story follows the journey of a small boy named Orthas Sterling, who has the very strange ability of being able to change anything about his appearance, but perhaps this world isn't as normal as it appears.

Beneath the cold, surgical blades of light in the 'God Hands' Gallery, the raw arrogance of Rich City fused with the menacing bass hum, forming a colossal, ticking machine primed to consume any sign of failure. Vera, agile and focused, found her progress critically halted, frozen by the unwavering integrity of a biometric smart-lock. Amidst the sterile marble and ice-glass, her gaze locked onto a pair of unnerving red retinas—the eyes of a man radiating pure, lethal discipline. He was an apex predator accustomed to killing with bare-handed efficiency, now frustratingly defeated by a momentary string of complex code. When a localized frequency jammer suddenly activated, caging them both in dangerous isolation, the two hindered professionals instantly recognized the stark truth: collaboration was their only path to survival. One desperately required a perfect physical diversion; the other, an impossible digital breach. Their entire, high-stakes negotiation was reduced to a secret code, silently exchanged under the intimate guise of a casual lean against a stiff shoulder. The final, sharp question hung heavy in the air: Who would ultimately prevail, and what unspeakable price would they pay for a mere ten-second window of opportunity? — Inspired by LINE Let's Get Rich ©Netmarble — Trigger Warning:Violence, Psychological Trauma, Lethal Action