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Reincarnated as a Goblin: My "Sword" is Malfunctioning!!

​[Warning: Highly Addictive! Read with caution!] ​[R-18! Harem! Pure Tactical Power Fantasy!] ​[80,000+ Words of Content Through Chapter 40!] ​Grik was a tactical genius on Earth. He lived for the numbers, the pressure points, and the cold logic of the kill. Then came the accident: the screeching tires and the shattering glass. ​Respawns are real, but for Grik, the afterlife is a cruel joke. He woke up as a scrawny, defective goblin in the prestigious Monster Academy. In a world ruled by raw strength and primal instinct, Grik was a biological malfunction. He was weak, he was small, and his "equipment" was completely dead. ​But as the "trash goblin" prepared to quit life, a translucent blue screen flickered to life. ​[Main Quest Issued: The Art of Finesse] [Objective: Use Earth knowledge to bring the target to 100% completion.] [Reward: Biological Repair. Permanent Physical Optimization.] ​Now, Grik is no longer just a scholarship student. He is a predator with a Lust System that feeds on the very nobility that once despised him. While the Orcs and Vampires rely on brute force, Grik weaponizes anatomy and desire to dismantle their pride. ​One touch: +10 Favorability. One kiss: Evolution Fragment. One submission: Absolute Power. ​From a "defective" runt to a towering Verdant Hobgoblin, Grik is rewriting the laws of the Monster Kingdom. In a school full of apex predators, the tactician is no longer hiding in the shadows. He is claiming his throne, one conquest at a time. ​[Reader Milestones & Rewards] ​1000 Collections: A massive 5-Chapter Mass Release for all readers! ​Gifts & Power Stones: Each gift or Power Stone nomination helps the squad grow. Top gifters unlock exclusive "System Insight" chapters and early character art reveals! ​Active Commenters: Engaging in the "Tactical Chat" might get your ideas written into Grik’s next squad maneuver. ​Genre: LitRPG / Harem Tags: Smug MC, System, R-18, Monster Academy, Species Evolution, Predatory Protagonist, No-Beta MC. Discord: https://discord.gg/G6QSUNYS56
Scarlett_Whisper · 42.9k Views

Reborn Into a World That Is Still Being Created

A man dies in one world…and wakes up in another,inside a body that was never his. Before he can even understand how, the world marks him as something impossible..an anomaly,the kind Arbiters are designed to erase. Then he meets them: Solance — a living light who shouldn’t exist.Fragile, flickering, beautiful… one touch away from vanishing forever. Lioren — a human girl who survived the unspeakable.Quiet. Wounded. Terrifyingly brave when it matters. Three beings who were never meant to meet.Three souls the world tries desperately to keep apart.Three hearts that connect anyway. And that connection? It breaks the universe. The Arbiters launch trial after trial:Loss. Separation. Isolation.Identity fracture. World-level punishment. Each trial should destroy them. Each failure should erase one of them. Each rule says their bond is forbidden. But the bond doesn’t break....it evolves. It grows stronger. It fuses their souls. It rewrites the laws holding the world together. Until one day…the Arbiter system collapses. The sky fractures. Reality glitches. And the creator of all Arbiters...the Architect...descends to witness the birth of something no world has ever seen: A tri-bond strong enough to rebuild reality from scratch. A new era begins. A world without rules. A universe learning to breathe again through three interconnected hearts. This is the story of a bond the universe tried to kill..and accidentally made unstoppable. ____________________________________ You can add me on Discord. If you want to say or share something to me. My discord link is.... https://discord.gg/NeW2hj32 Discord Username:- lord1437__17549
LØRD_KÌÑG · 124.9k Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 191k Views

Benevolent Demon

They call him a demon. But he remembers who the real monsters are. In a world where mercy is a weakness and the divine are more cruel than the damned, kindness is the rarest weapon of all—and the most dangerous to draw. Sirus died a human and woke as a nightmare. But in this rebirth, there are no "cheat codes." No system-granted divinity. No ancient mentor to guide his hand. There is only the cold, hard weight of a psychotic work ethic and a rage that could burn the heavens to ash. Why read this? The Death of the Hero: Forget the "power of friendship" or the "chosen one" destiny. Sirus isn't here to save the world; he’s here to survive it, even if he has to decapitate every god in his way. The Self-Made King: Witness a protagonist who loses everything and gains the world back through sheer, agonizing effort. He won't just destroy the empires of the cruel—he will tear them down and rebuild them in his own image. A World of Monstrous Truths: Explore a dark fantasy where humanity’s "goodness" is a mask for rot, and the only "benevolence" to be found is at the edge of a demon's blade. A Warning to the Faint of Heart This is not a hero's journey. This is a monster’s reign. If you seek a protagonist who debates morality while his enemies breathe, look elsewhere. If you want blood, chaos, and a king who earns his crown in the dirt, you have found your chronicle. Do you want blood, or do you want more? Warning Mature Content: This archive contains intense violence, gore, abuse, and the unapologetic use of strong language and mature humor. Viewer discretion is strictly advised (17+).
Krythor_Press · 17.1k Views

Claimed by The Winter Spirit

On Christmas Eve, Irina Ardentova walks through heavy snow, heart hammering, desperate to reach the man she’s been craving all year. But a tall pale shadow steps out of the swirling snow. Erwin Frost vale, a winter elf, sinfully beautiful, and bound to the ancient, dying Hearth King. Ice-blue eyes, frost-kissed skin, and a voice like velvet over broken glass. He wants to claim Irina’s body and soul. Her warmth is the last spark keeping the demon king inside him alive, and Erwin has decided she belongs to him. When he pulls her into his arms, Irina was scared but also mesmerised. At the moment, church bells stutter out of rhythm, snow falls in slow. Miles away, meteorologist Adrian Volkov is already on edge. He's been tracking impossible atmospheric readings in the frozen city. He was logical, protective, and quietly obsessed with the woman who was supposed to be warming his bed tonight. When Irina didn't come, he became worried for her. Now Irina is caught between them: Adrian—her human boyfriend, the kind of man who is warm and kind . Or surrender to Erwin—whose kiss is hypnotising , who claims her very body and soul. Sex with him gives unearthly pleasure! Time is ticking. The Hearth King inside the "Winter Spirit" is waking up. And he’s getting impatient. The winter Spirit wants to claim his bride in any way possible. In a city where frost bites deeper than knives and love is indistinguishable from obsession, one question remains: Can warmth survive when winter falls in love?
Anuvuti_Roy · 5.6k Views