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Building World Peace with My Bloodthirsty Demon Army

Welcome to planet Talvaris, your generic isekai world filled with magic, dragons, and voluptuous female elves who look like they escaped from an illustrators search history. Everything here is as beautiful as the goddess Celes envision it, if you just ignore the slavery and racism on the corner. Unfortunately, maintaining this picturesque fantasy realm costs divine power. Luckily for the goddess, divine power can be charged by the Talvarians' prayer. And nothing beats the high-quality prayer of a Talvarian during the act of killing or being killed. That’s why the occasional demon invasions are needed, oh and the OP otherworlder hero is also needed to tone down the invasion. Nobody wants the sweet Talvarians to get wiped out, right? But this time the celestial HR department makes a mistake. Alex Solomon is not a teenager, not handsome, and definitely not a Japanese. He is just a regular pot belly millennials who spend most of his time looking at the screen every day, just like the one who reading this now. Totally doesn't meet the goddess's standards. Hence, the beautiful but angry goddess cursed Alex Solomon to become an orc and banish him to the Demon Kingdom with nothing but a ability to access Earth internet. Stuck among demons, Alex Solomon decide if the goddess wants him to be a monster, he’ll be the worst kind possible – a monster with ideas. Armed with memes, wikipedia articles, and misquoted great thinker, he and the demon army set out on a quest for revenge by doing the most disruptive thing that have been proven on earth: Building world peace, freedom, and democracy across Talvaris. One Tomahawk missile at a time. New Chapter every Tuesday & Friday For more chapters, you can check at RR (50+ chapters) For waaay more chapters, you can check and support my patreon (60+ chapters) at patreon.com/Bimbanana
Sonny_Laksamana · 36.8k Views

Motoracing: The Champion Rider and the No.1 Mecha-Maiden

This is the Quadrant Realm, a world where humans live alongside Mecha humans. Racing is the meaning of life, and the title of racer is the most prestigious honor of all. Racers fight side by side with their Mecha partners, striving toward the pinnacle of the world. For Jawed, once the number one moto rider in the world, being transmigrated into this world should have been a dream come true. Yet, having witnessed the filthy, corrupt sides of the racing industry, in this life he wants nothing more than to live an ordinary life, completely detached from the world of motors. Yet once he leaves the track behind, his life seems to lose all meaning. Everything fades into a dull gray, monotonous and hopeless. Just when it seems he would wither away in those empty days, on one heavy rainy night, he accidentally encounters a beautiful girl huddled in a narrow alleyway. Her eyes vacant, her body frail, her clothes torn and worn. She has no memories, no recollection of who she is. She only remembers that she is a Mecha human, and that deep within her heart burns an overwhelming desire: to lead her rider to become the world champion, and to become the greatest Mecha human of all. That seemingly chance encounter completely changes Jawed’s life. A new journey begins, a journey for a former champion to rediscover the joy of the racetrack, a journey of self-discovery for a Mecha girl, and a road toward conquering the world championship. The champion racer and the No.1 Mecha girl will crush all rivals!
Dream_escaper · 10.3k Views

Two Face World

In the rain-veiled world of Astea, the sky has not cleared for generations. Beneath eternal gray clouds, humanity survives through artificial sunlight, indoor cities, and fragile alliances built on fear, profit, and power. On rare nights, a crystalline droplet known as an Astea Tear falls from the heavens—granting miraculous abilities called Asten-Drives, while condemning their bearers to irreversible side effects. These miracles fuel empires, criminal syndicates, governments, and faiths alike. After the death of his mother, Nickle Amacaria, a former vigilante haunted by recent loss and resentment, receives an unexpected invitation from the rising Wingarde Family—a powerful organization determined to challenge the rain itself. Drawn by shared ideals and unresolved grief, Nickle leaves his past behind, puts on a new face and hoping for new expectations and expereiences and journeys to the vast metropolis city of Eura-unichario, where disputes between families, associations, syndicates, factions, and even the government itself erupt daily beneath the unchanging sky. As Nickle takes on new missions, forges bonds, and confronts enemies shaped by the same cursed miracles, he starts to wonder if the rain he hates may or may not be a disaster—maybe even be a foundation holding the world together? Is the sun still even there, hiding behind the thick grey rain clouds? Who even knows... Because in a city where every single type of power you could possibly think of has a price and every ideal casts a shadow, Nickle must decide what kind of future is worth fighting for. Because in Astea, every miracle has two faces.
HalimawDXB · 3.7k 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_ · 488.6k Views