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Christopher Jackson knew every way a man could break. As Hollywood’s most renowned fight choreographer, he had spent a lifetime orchestrating fake violence. But the concrete waiting at the bottom of a forty-story drop was terrifyingly real. When a rooftop stunt goes catastrophically wrong, Christopher’s life ends on the pavement—only to violently restart in the suffocating darkness of a cargo hold. He awakes not to the glitz of Los Angeles, but to the soot-choked reality of an alternate 1940s steampunk world, occupying a body that was already supposed to be dead. He is now Alfeo Senza, the illegitimate, discarded son of Noralli’s most ruthless mafia family. Betrayed by his own blood, Alfeo had been murdered and dumped on a steamship bound for New Angles, the glittering, class-divided capital of the continent. But waking up alive does not mean he is free. The Senza name is a death sentence, a cursed legacy that refuses to stay buried. The syndicates of the old world are already hunting the ghost of a boy who shouldn't be breathing. Realizing that running from the underworld is impossible, Christopher makes a brutal choice: he will conquer it. Shedding his doomed identity, he rechristens himself **Crista Ferro**. Starting from the absolute bottom of the rotting slums of New Angles, armed with a master martial artist's mind and a mysterious, otherworldly power known only as the "Great Boss System," Crista begins his bloody ascent. He will no longer choreograph fake battles. He is going to forge a very real underworld empire of iron, steam, and blood, crushing anyone who stands in his way.
DARK_TREND · 729 Views

The Strongest Lord: My Strength Correspond To My Subjects!

Reborn in a fantasy world as a fetus in his mother's womb, Fredrinn was excited and expectant. Unfortunately, he was nothing more than a son of a village leader. His life was mediocre, and he became a lowly soldier in someone else's territory. Misfortune fell upon his family, and his father unexpectedly died in a venture to trade with the local villages. He was called back by his mother to continue his father's legacy as the village head. Seeing no prospect for the future in being a lowly soldier at his age, Fredrinn planned to spend the rest of his life as a village head. It was then... [Ding! Successfully became the head of a force.] [National Strength Gathering System has been activated!] [Analyzing the current force...] [Ding! Detected, there are 1 family member, 139 villagers, and 49 livestock!] [Would you like to bind them and have a share of their strength?] [Current Force: Level 1 (Village)] [Family members could share 10% of their strength. 2 talents could be shared.] [Members could share 5% of their strength. A talent could be shared.] [Livestock could share 1% of their strength.] With this, Fredrinn decided to be a qualified village head, expand his family tree, nurture his fellow villagers, and breed powerful livestock with his utmost sincerity, quietly increasing his strength. Family members, citizens, livestock... Their numbers increased slowly, and by the time Fredrinn came out to face the fantasy world, he realized. Have you seen a squire killing off hundreds of knights? Have you seen an ordinary knight brutally beating an invincible Grand Knight with a Divine Physique like he was handling a chick? Have you seen a lone Town Master suppressing Emperors with just a lift of his finger? Have you seen peerless, powerful Monarchs groveling just to be with a single man who was not even a King? ... Have you seen a mortal Emperor holding the fort alone against the invading gods and demons?
Eyewitnessess · 54.4k Views

The Primal Tyrant of Sunset Creek

“In this frozen hell, I am the law. And they? They are my tribute.” —— A story of survival, power, and Taming the Mother and Daughter of the Wild. "In my world, there is no mercy. There is only the hunter and the prey. And you, Sophia... you just walked into my trap." Three years ago, Ishaan Rao disappeared into the shadows of the global underworld, leaving behind a trail of blood and broken contracts. Now, he’s back. Not as the boy who left, but as a cold-blooded predator with a massive white hound at his heel and enough firepower to start a private war. He didn't return for nostalgia. He returned to claim Sunset Creek—a five-thousand-acre frozen wasteland with a secret buried deep beneath its permafrost worth billions. Sophia Reed, the elegant widow struggling to keep her home, thought Ishaan was her savior when he broke the bones of the men threatening her. She was wrong. Ishaan didn't come to save her; he came to own her. And then there’s Ella—Sophia’s rebellious, stunning daughter. She hates Ishaan’s brutality, yet her body betrays her every time his calloused hands touch her skin. As a shadow military conglomerate descends on the ranch to steal its riches, Ishaan turns the farm into a lethal kill-box. To survive the winter, the two women must learn the law of the wild: Obey the master. Embrace the darkness. Or freeze in the silence. "The debt is paid, Sophia. But your freedom? That’s going to cost you everything."
NovaPen1 · 33.7k Views

Villain's Breeding System: Evolving 999+ Harem into an SSS-Rank Legion

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.
Idiocrat · 327.9k Views