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Strongest Rebirth: My Yandere Goddesses Broke The World For Me

Rule number one of transmigration: Never let your overly attached girlfriends handle your resurrection. Five centuries ago, Emperor Zen Arclight tried to sacrifice his life to save the realm. But his five lovers had a different plan. They interfered with the ritual, shattered his soul to keep his essence alive, and accidentally ascended into immortal, grief-crazed Goddesses. They’ve spent the last 500 years building a hyper-advanced magi-tech dystopia while waiting for his return. Now, Zen has finally woken up, but not as a conqueror. He’s stuck in the body of a "Low F-Rank" academy loser with a shattered mana core, an empty bank account, but with a [Probability System] that helps him calculate his chances of survival. To fix his core and reclaim his power, Zen has to pull off the ultimate heist against the five most dangerous women in existence. By night, he is the anonymous streamer, Ghost Scrapper, broadcasting his dungeon runs to an audience that challenges and reward him, using his ancient knowledge and Probability System. By day, he plays the pathetic weakling, desperately hiding his true identity while plotting to steal his soul fragments back from their divine vaults without triggering their 500-year-old obsession. Because if these yandere goddesses connect the dots between the fragile student, the trending streamer, and their dead Emperor, they won’t just "protect" him. They will drag him into a golden cage, throw away the key, and ensure he never leaves them again. [SYSTEM WARNING: 'THE SPYMASTER' HAS GIFTED YOU 1,000,000 MANA CREDITS.] [ATTACHED MESSAGE: "You fight just like him. I am coming to find you."] Clearing the world's deadliest dungeons is child's play. Surviving his yandere lovers? That's going to require the performance of a lifetime.
Hollow_Void · 148.5k Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
Yurnero_ · 1.4m Views