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In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

I Fucked the Goddess of All Things on Day One… With Nothing But My Dick! "Hahahaha, oh pathetic mortal. How do you intend to subjugate me, a goddess?" The goddess asked provocatively. Her overwhelming, impossible beauty spills from a sheer dress that hides nothing. She cups her god-sculpted breasts, thumbs teasing the hardened peaks, while her wide hips and thick, juicy thighs sway with mocking arrogance. The very air drips with her ripe, mature scent. Seeing her mock me while shaking her voluminous breasts and voluptuous lower body, I felt more aroused than angry. I'm definitely not an overpowered character on the level of a web novel protagonist. Nor am I a born munchkin or a genius. But. "With my dick." Let's just go for it. Screw the destined hero path. From this moment on, I’m the Debauched Hero—a shameless conqueror who only hunts older, voluptuous women and bends them to my will. The arrogant Goddess of All Things is first on the menu. One thrust at a time, I’ll turn divinity into dripping, moaning submission. *** Just read it. THE COVER Belongs TO OUR GODDESS #Netori #NoNTR #OP #Godess #Breeding #MILF #Widow #NobleLady #Smut #HandsomeMC #DILF #Oyakodon #Hero #Mercenary #lewdMC#Tragedy #Demons #Monsters #Taboo#Dark #Harem #SmartMC

Emperor Cassian crowns his eldest son and scatters the rest — a twin sister denied her birthright, channeled toward sainthood she intends to weaponize. An illegitimate son sent south carrying a name he was never given. A ten-year-old youngest prince handed to the empire's most feared man, who sees something terrifying sleeping behind the boy's laughter. Four siblings. Four corners of an empire. One throne that will demand blood from all of them. And in the south, a war nobody will name is already beginning.

He died badly. First, a truck. No warning. No dramatic slow-motion. Just impact, asphalt, and the warm spread of his own blood beneath him. Then her. Celeste. The Cultured Killer. A woman with a blade, a manifesto, and a list of names she's been crossing off one by one across the city. She hunts men she's already judged, already condemned, already buried in her head long before the knife comes out. Riyan tries to speak. To explain. To tell her she has the wrong man. She crouches down, looks him in the eyes— And finishes what the truck started. No trial. No mercy. No last words that mattered. He dies misidentified, bleeding out in a crosswalk, killed by a woman who decided who he was before she ever learned his name. The most pathetic death in recorded history. But something stirs in the dark between worlds. Something old. Something that does not mourn the innocent — only watches, and waits, and *collects.* And it found Riyan interesting. He opens his eyes in a world that should not exist. A world drenched in ancient rot and divine ruin, where gods bleed into the soil and power is not given — it is *taken*, carved from the bones of those too weak to keep it. Where cursed bloodlines fracture kingdoms and something vast and nameless hums beneath every shadow, whispering to those willing to *listen.* Riyan listened. He didn't come back grateful. He didn't come back soft. He didn't come back seeking justice or redemption or a reason to be good. He came back with one quiet, cold thought: *I want to see what happens when I take all of it.* Not for survival. Not even for revenge — though that will come, in ways that don't forgive. But because this world is vast and dark and completely, terrifyingly *breakable* — and Riyan wants to be the one holding the pieces when it shatters. To push it. Bend it. Break it apart and rebuild it in his image, just to see how far it goes. No destiny. No sacred power. No chosen path. Only hunger. Only will. Only the unsettling calm of a man who has decided that domination is more interesting than anything else this world has to offer. This is not a hero's story. This is the story of a *'Pawn'* who intends to own the board. **[Dark Fantasy | Antihero | World Domination | Morally Gray | Eerie | R-18]** --- # MASS RELEASE UPCOMING!!! *Something is coming. Brace yourselves.* --- ** Limited Time Quest — This Week Only** To celebrate the upcoming mass release, I'm running a special activity quest! * Every **50 Power Stones** = **1 extra chapter** * Every **10 Golden Tickets** = **1 extra chapter** Shoutouts in the latest chapters to everyone who sends gifts — a personal thank you for keeping this story alive. --- ** Support the Story** Every **Power Stone**, **Golden Ticket**, and **Gift** tells me you want more — and I write faster when I know you're out there. --- ** Join the Community** * **Discord:** https://discord.gg/BrEZjA6pf3 * **Subreddit:** https://www.reddit.com/r/t5_gv14ni/s/pr7wKlZJlM --- ** A Note from the Author** If you enjoy this story, your support means everything. Every Power Stone, Golden Ticket, comment, and gift helps me keep going — and helps me prove to my parents that writing can be more than just a hobby. Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing in this story. Now let's see how dark this gets.

Standing last among those sailors, Byron was shoved roughly onto that narrow gangplank by the pirates. Just a short distance beneath his feet churned blood-steeped waves and dozens of gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth! ”Thud.“ He could only watch helplessly as the sharks opened their mouths, stirring up turbulent currents in the ocean as they bit viciously towards him! However, the [Sailing Logbook] formed before his eyes and wrote furiously on its own: "The ancient blood of the Bayfolk within you begins to boil. Spiritual sublimation commences!"

Starting with an island! A fan of island management games, Jiang Cheng, carries the "Island Tycoon APP" and travels through a parallel island world. Here, there are resource-rich mineral islands, water-abundant habitable islands, treasure islands carrying ancient civilizations, adventure islands inhabited by prehistoric creatures, and exile islands harboring international fugitives... Jiang Cheng feels that the opportunity has come! He builds shipyards and constructs warships, creating an unbeatable cosmic fleet! He recruits talent, develops technology, and builds the world's first floating island city! He leads his fleet, explores unknown seas, excavates relics and treasures, and accumulates endless wealth from around the world! With the dream of building the number one Island Country in the universe, Jiang Cheng sails the galaxy battleship to conquer the seas, beginning his formidable and impressive life!

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

The once most powerful ancient forbidden divine art, the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique has been lost for millions upon millions of years. Countless years later, youth Lin Feng who was down on his luck, managed to obtain the number one ancient forbidden divine art, the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique by chance. When Lin Feng departed from a tiny city of the northern-most area in the world, a legendary story would begin. This is a world with experts as many as the trees in a forest, a world where different races vyes for supremacy. Who shall rule over destiny in this boundlessly vast land? Depending on the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique, Lin Feng battle the heavens and fought the earth, sweeping aside all experts with dominance, tyrannically ruling the myriad realms.

Above lies the Nine Heavens Galaxy, with its awe-inspiring celestial power, and below lies the vast earth, where ants gaze at the sky. Martial artists can communicate with stars, awaken the power of the stars, and embark on a path against the heavens. Stars can be divided into beast types, artifact types, and miscellaneous types. Among them, beast types are led by dragon stars. "You... you are actually a dragon-type star? How is this possible?" a peerless genius exclaimed in shock. Lin Feng smiled calmly, "I'm sorry, I have eight more like this!"

Amidst much anticipation, the virtual reality game Dark Land, a decade in the making, has finally launched. However, its steep price has caused many long-time fans to hesitate. Meanwhile, an obscure game has gained massive attention, cleverly capitalizing on Dark Land's popularity. Qi Sheng: "I've got a link to a cracked version of Dark Land! Free and legit!"

This is a world shrouded in darkness. The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature. The only protection for humanity lies in fire. But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished. Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light. Until Rod came to this world. "Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?" "This Soul, it's delicious." "As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes." "Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!" "We've won!" —— The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side. And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world. Yes, I am the last King of Darkness. But... Hello? Anyone, save me.

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty? It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry. Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human? Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts! Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs. "This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore."

At least read the free chapters before making your choices! -------------● They called him the Shame of the Clan, but before that, Vale Athrimir was a prodigy, one destined to lead. That ended the moment he manifested the Forbidden Mark Order. Branded, abandoned, and cast into prison, Vale was stripped of everything he has. Three years later, he was thrown into the Borderlands, a wasteland where the forsaken are worked to death and forgotten, to fight monsters and waste away. But Vale did not break. He began with nothing. No name. No allies. No power base. No faction. And yet… he built. From prisoners, exiled lords, and the discarded, Vale forged order out of chaos. What started as a desperate struggle for survival became something far greater, a growing force bound by ambition, discipline, and ruthless vision. Resources were seized. Territories claimed. Enemies crushed or absorbed. In a ruined world where strength dictates rule, Vale wasn’t just surviving, he was laying the foundation of an empire. As the Forbidden Mark Order revealed its true potential and an Ancient Inheritance fell into his hands, his rise became unstoppable. Clans and Kingdoms that once cast him aside would soon face something far more dangerous than a disgraced heir. A ruler. He will build something that cannot be overthrown.

Eren was a broke nobody with a dead-end job and a fiancée who despised him. But when he stepped through the hidden portal in his home, it handed him the keys to Two Universes. Trapped in a secluded village surrounded by a monster infested forest, the Elven beauties saw him as a savior. From a loser on Earth to an Elven King on Evon, his conquest of two worlds begins now. [ Warning: Exponential Growth, Clones, Kingdom Building and System] 【 Regular Schedule: 1-2 Chapters Daily】 【 WebNovel Spirity Awards 2026 】

Julius Borealis was supposed to be a fictional character. A name on a save file for a grand strategy game called Isekai Conqueror. Then he woke up as that character, sitting on a throne he designed on a completely ordinary Tuesday afternoon. The first thing he looked for was another person. There was no one. The entire throne room was empty, the entire palace was empty, and all of this was apparently the fault of one useless goddess who thought summoning a dead man to save a fantasy world was a reasonable course of action. The Solar Empire, his sci-fi nation of advanced military hardware and enough firepower to level a mountain range, had been transferred wholesale into a fantasy world. A goddess informed him that he had been summoned to unite five fractured continents before some ancient creature from outer space woke up and ended everything. Julius had one response: "Hah... This is troublesome... And how long? Decades, at minimum." Orion is a world where the dominant technology is magic, a force his technology cannot measure or explain yet. The natives have no electricity, no engines, and no idea what a railgun is. What they do have are warriors who split the earth with a sword strike and five continental powers that have been trying to destroy each other for three centuries. Julius would very much prefer to delegate all of this to someone else. Unfortunately, no one else is qualified yet. This is the story of a reluctant conqueror leading a sci-fi empire through a fantasy world, commanding battles using doctrines never tested against magic, and complaining about it consistently and at length, because if you are going to be dragged into world domination against your will, the least you can do is be honest about how annoying it is.

**Title:** Fucking Every Milf in the Hentai World **Synopsis:** In a world where every woman over thirty is a walking wet dream of massive tits, fat asses, and dripping pussies, I reincarnated as the richest young master with one simple rule: **Every milf in this world is mine.** I don’t care if you’re a married mother, a strict teacher, a CEO, or someone else’s loyal wife. The moment my eyes land on you — those heavy bouncing breasts, that juicy ass swaying in a tight skirt, those long sexy legs — you’re done. Your husband? Your kids? Your pride? All of it becomes meaningless once my thick cock stretches your neglected cunt and fills your womb with my cum. I’ll bend you over in your own kitchen while dinner burns. I’ll fuck you senseless in the school hallway after parent-teacher night. I’ll make you beg like a whore while your daughter sleeps in the next room. Because in this hentai world, resistance is useless. Every milf who catches my gaze will be fucked raw, creampied, and turned into my personal cumdump — moaning “Master” while her tits leak and her pussy overflows. No milf is safe. No pussy will stay unfucked. **Every milf in this world belongs to me.**

战国末年，中原经历政治动荡。王侯将相以权谋为棋，争夺统一中原的雄心伟业。秦王嬴政对六国霸业虎视眈眈，旗下国手段和平不堪秦王暴政而逃离秦国，被好友陷害而导致家破人亡。十二年后，其子孔卒于净德精舍长大，远赴齐国稷下学宫投身学术，对围棋有微妙感觉。孔卒在学宫认识了几个同窗知己，包括了前赵国将军之子马梁栋，无心上课但鬼主意多的萧何与女扮男装的祭酒孙女范汝。孔卒与梁栋更同时恋上了燕国侯王之女姬明珠。经历了友谊的变化，爱情的变数和战国的磨难，孔卒终于找到了棋的真谛，并与爱人一起对抗秦王的挑战。

Join the story of five new gods and their creation, as they try and navigate and understand their universe while making sure their own world is safe from any outside danger. Disclaimer: If you expect things should just work out for the main characters, this isn't the novel for you. My antagonist are people with thought and their own plans, they are capable of adjusting if things don't work out their way. Have a fun time reading.

In a world governed by an ancient and mysterious system, beings from countless realms are chosen to take part in deadly trials… trials from which no one has ever survived. Since the beginning of the Cursed Era, over 10 billion beings have been summoned. One by one, they all fell into death, until only 13 chosen ones remained. Then a new number appeared. Number 14… Neuro Voldi Godo. A genius boy from an ordinary world, who knows no fear, cares little for death, and lives only to escape boredom. Yet this very boredom may be more dangerous than any power in existence. Neuro awakens in an endless void, standing before a girl with crimson hair and pitch-black eyes, who tells him he is already dead… and now belongs to a system that shows no mercy. Five worlds. Five missions. And only one rule: Survive… or be erased from existence. But the real problem is not the missions… It is the fact that Neuro is unlike any of the previous chosen ones. He doesn’t fight just to live… He fights to escape boredom, even if it means burning down entire worlds.

The core of this story thrives on the collision between cold, industrial logic and ancient, forbidden power. Unlike typical tales where magic is a chaotic force of nature, Kaito treats the "Dark Origin" like a specialized construction material with unique properties like zero-mass density or infinite durability. This creates a narrative where the protagonist doesn't solve problems by shouting louder or unlocking a "friendship" power; he solves them through logistical superiority and structural integrity. The horror of the Holy Church isn't that Kaito is a monster, but that he is an optimizer who views their thousand-year-old in game world. oppressive architecture as an inefficient design flaw that needs to be demolished and replaced. The scarcity of his summons turns every encounter into a high-stakes puzzle where his engineering degree is just as vital as his mana pool. Since he only gains a new unit every five levels, he cannot rely on the "overwhelming horde" trope that defines most necromancers. Instead, he must "over-engineer" his few available summons, treating a single Weak Evil Warrior like a piece of heavy machinery that must be maintained, upgraded, and used for multiple roles—from a literal load-bearing pillar in a collapsing mine to a frontline vanguard. This creates a grounded, gritty atmosphere where the "System" feels less like a game and more like a set of laws of physics that Kaito is actively hacking to rebuild a broken world from the foundation up.