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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. ​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 · 255.4k 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_ · 1.2m 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 · 250.5k Views

Evolution With The White Lizard:Through Cultivation

Deep within a primeval forest where spiritual energy saturates the air, a colony of white scale lizards survives in a hidden cave. One of them is different. Not larger or stronger, but touched by something unseen—a glowing interface only it can perceive. A voice announces the awakening of the **Evolution System**, rewarding the lizard for feeding with mysterious Evolution Points. At first, growth is subtle: sharper awareness, faint curiosity, and adaptations that allow it to survive beyond its primitive instincts. When sunlight first assaults its eyes, the system intervenes, evolving its vision so it can witness the vibrant world beyond the cave. The forest is no sanctuary. Humans—beings of higher intelligence and ruthless ambition—hunt and kill within its depths. When a dying cultivator attempts to steal the lizard’s body through a forbidden soul extraction technique, the system reacts, cleansing the intruding essence but leaving fragments of human memory behind. The lizard inherits echoes of another life: concepts of technology, knowledge, and mortality. With understanding comes hunger. The corpse of the fallen human becomes its first significant source of power. Evolution Points flow as it consumes, enabling mutations to its teeth, organs, and scales. Each enhancement reshapes the lizard, transforming it from a fragile creature into something stronger—something capable of surviving in a world ruled by cultivators and predatory beasts. Awakening after its transformations, the lizard discovers it has grown larger and denser, now the size of a small chick. It is no longer just a cave dweller. It is evolving. But evolution is not mercy. It is change. And in a world where power defines existence, the question remains: What will the white lizard become?
Thanks_Hello · 667.5k Views

Are Beast Nobles Supposed to Be This Lewd?

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)
Lautenspielerin · 180.1k Views