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I Raised the Evil God Within the Rules

"After Killing My Way Through the Instance, I Raised the Evil God Within the Rules" Yin Xiu has lived in the Rules Town for six years. Normal players who enter diligently grind dungeons, busy surviving, but Yin Xiu stays in town every day without leaving, avoiding dungeons and monsters, idling his time away, even starting to retire. The town’s monsters have had their eyes on him for six years, grinding their teeth in frustration. Despite all their efforts, they’ve never managed to drag him into their schemes. Day after day, they watch him stroll by, powerless against someone who’s memorized every rule. A few days later, heavy rain falls on the town, and a new batch of players arrives. That night, a mysterious man forced to share Yin Xiu’s room accomplishes what the town’s monsters couldn’t in six years—he drags Yin Xiu into a rules dungeon. That evening, the town’s monsters gather in celebration: Hooray! Finally, that slacker retiree is gone! Meanwhile, the dungeon monsters begin to wail: Who dragged that man back in—the one who slaughtered his way through dungeons six years ago?! We barely managed to kick him out back then!!! Upon entering the dungeon, Yin Xiu shows little interest. Sword in hand, he glances around: Same old, no novelty. Let’s speedrun this and go back to retirement. The dungeon monsters collectively sigh in relief, about to pop the champagne early, when a row of twisted, blood-red words suddenly appears before Yin Xiu: Do I look novel enough for you? A viscous, chilling dread instantly descends upon the entire dungeon. Monsters and players alike begin to panic. “It” has emerged. — A max-level veteran returning to old dungeons to stomp noobs is just routine. Is it weird to retire after slaughtering through dungeons? Cultivating peace and feeding an evil god—perfectly normal, right? Why stare at me? My strategies aren’t for you to copy.
GoneSoon · 684 Views

Asura: The Hunter

This is a story about Arjun Jadhav, a broke engineering student who rides his father’s fading red Splendor with one thought only: earn enough to keep his dad breathing. A lonely summer job guarding a forgotten godown seems like the answer, until he breaks open Shutter 81 and falls two floors into a vault sealed since the old India still bled from Partition. Inside waits a forbidden armoury: thousands of glass prisons holding curses that whisper and claw, walls covered with photographs of impossible kills, and the diaries of Vikramaditya Shinde, a hunter of the old blood, one of the last men who walked the night with silver and fire to keep the country’s darkest hungers asleep. Arjun thinks he can lock the door and forget. He can’t. The instant he flees, the vault roars awake. Lights flare after half a century. Dust howls into hidden vents. And in the centre rises the spirit of the old hunter himself, tall, scarred, eyes like burning ghee, staring straight at the boy who just inherited a war older than the tricolour. From a village kid who measured life in dialysis bills, Arjun is about to be forged into the deadliest thing the night has ever feared: the new bearer of a legacy that never truly died. A creaking Splendor, a kirpan that chooses its master, and a country that still needs monsters killed in the dark; this is the rise of the hunter the old blood has been waiting for. Some doors don’t open for you. They open the future. Step through… if you’re ready to watch a desperate boy become the greatest shadow India never knew it had.
NikhilT · 203 Views

[BL] Alpha, You've Got the Wrong Mate!

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT [18+] An enemy, a punishment, a curse in disguise of blessing. An alpha who simply wants to claim an omega as his. An omega escaping his tragic past, trying to heal the scars that seem to never fade. Synopsis: In a world where Alphas ruled and Omegas were seen as figures of motherhood and love, Ren lived as a Beta. And in a world where humans have mixed with other species such as gods, demons, elves, witches, Ren was a human of pure blood. However, from a young age, he had been able to see what others cannot. A mere glance could kill. A single touch could heal. Born with a cursed blessing—the power to both save and destroy—Ren was bound and raised by the temple, blindfolded and used as a living weapon. For years, they unleashed his power against their greatest enemy: the Ravhara Kingdom, with whom war had raged for centuries. But after a certain incident, Ren ran away from his motherland and sought refuge in the border of the Ravhara Empire, hiding his identity. Disguised as a servant, he began working under the very army he once fought—under their Imperial General, Zayden Sylvaris—as his personal servant under strange circumstances. Ren worked by his side like a ghost. As if he wasn’t there in the first place. Everything was going smoothly… until one night, the general followed the sweet scent of an omega—only to find Ren, his personal attendant, standing there. Him? An Omega in heat? But that couldn’t be. He didn’t any hire Omega, and Betas weren’t supposed to have such a sweet scent. So certainly… he had to be an Omega hiding his identity. And it was the very servant who screamed, “DEMON!” on their first meeting. Zayden becomes consumed with the need to find out the truth. But as desire clashes with hatred, and secrets unravel, one thing becomes dangerously clear: The servant he thought was ordinary, is far more than he appeared. How long can Ren keep his identity buried? And what happens when an Alpha who only wants to claim… meets an omega who was never meant to be touched? DISCLAIMER: This story is set in a fictional, fantasy, omegaverse (ABO) universe. All lore are the author’s imagination. Content Warning: This novel contains scenes of violence, trauma, abuse, and other mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. Please read cautiously. This is also a slow burn. So if you expect quick progress, then it might not be your cup of tea. And lastly, as I always say, understand the characters. Do not judge them. Enjoy the read!
Aphrodiitewritess · 310.1k Views