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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 · 665.5k Views

Thread of the Unchosen

"The heavens opened, and a thousand prayers ascended to find their thrones. But for one, the sky remained leaden, and the only answer was the lengthening of their own shadow." … They speak of a world spun from chaos— a realm beating with the pulse of the dead and the living alike, each ordained by the gift that shaped their existence. Power was not won. It was bestowed. Every soul awoke to a calling. Every calling carved a purpose— etched into destiny before the first breath was taken. Except one. Born beneath a sky that refused to recognize its existence. A reject among the chosen. Mocked by the world for his emptiness, until he embraced the void— and the shadows that welcomed him. But silence listens deeper than sound. And in that stillness… something finally spoke back. A voice forged of cold logic. It offered not salvation— but function. He reached for the light, not out of devotion, but to silence the hunger that knew no shame.   And the world shivered, unaware that this choice, was the first thread pulled from the tapestry of fate. And thus began the fracture. Through a system that whispered in a language no living mind could bear, he etched himself across the spines of countless timelines— and feasted upon every doubt ever cast upon him. The world shuddered. Its laws unraveled like threads from an ancient loom. And when the sky finally screamed, it was no echo of the cosmos, nor lament of the gods— but the bellow of him. The one who rose from the hollow of silence. The one who taught creation itself the terror of being consumed. The tapestry has torn. The loom is silent. And in the heart of the original dark, a pair of eyes—unblinking and starved—has finally opened. The feast has begun.
TwoFish · 7.7k Views

Tales From Towerne

Surrender immediately, human-knight scum! In the realm-shifting spires of Towerne, the stupidly overpowered High Overlord Chaos rules with a silly teacup in one hand and cosmic power in the other. He's deadly, handsome, and absolutely unstoppable... so long as he remembers what he was supposed to be doing. Oh, and he HATES Knights. He's got Terminally Online minion "mogposting" them on the hour. Follow his quirky underlings—scouts, maniacs, weirdos, and trap-setters galore—as they bungle heists, prank eternal rivals like the stoic Lord Knight Captain (she's the one wearing a maid outfit with cat-ears on the cover... she lost a bet,) and navigate absurd holidays like All Hell-Ows! Eve and endure horrid interdimensional road trips. There will be wild pranks, epic relic hunts, incredibly good-looking jerks, and yes, there will be BLOOD! This is a short fiction series with a bit of Discworld wit, Good Omens banter, and some Office-style Chaos. Will The High Overlord expand his domain further into grander and stranger realms? Yes, duh, but it's going to be a wild ride! Perfect for fans of humorous epics—dive in and join the Minionry! What to expect: -Many, many characters in a shared world screwing up each other's day -Brutally powerful knights and overlords managing realms filled with goofy losers -Chapters averaging around 1,000 -1,500 words -Puns, naughty jokes, crazy sword battles and awkward dates Chapters release Monday through Friday.
Kell_Inkston · 8.5k Views