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The heavenly synthesis

​Han Lin didn't just climb the corporate ladder he built it But when his rivals hired the "S" Rank hitmen to hammer him into a watery grave they made one fatal mistake: they thought death would stop his plans. Even as he drowned, his "Contingency" was already tearing their lives apart ​Now, Han Lin has been "reassigned" to the Heavens. ​Reborn as an infant in the failing Lin Clan, he finds himself in a world where "Cultivation" is just another word for "Corporate Warfare." Surrounded by a father too honest to survive, a sister with untapped potential, and spies lurking in the nursery, Han Lin begins his most ambitious project yet. ​He can’t speak. He can’t walk. But from his cradle, he is already foiling ambushes, correcting ancient cultivation techniques with a giggle, and teaching the "Heavens" what happens when you try to bankrupt a genius Transmigrated into the "Protocol of the Heavens," Han Lin is given a second chance in a realm of gods and monsters. But the trauma of the river follows him. He is no longer just a hard worker; he is a paranoid, calculating strategist who treats every interaction as a transaction and every ally as an asset. ​Watch as a "genius executive" navigates the lethal politics of immortal sects. From sabotaging spies as a six-month-old to burning down rival estates with a baby’s doodle, Han Lin is proof that you don't need a sword to conquer the world you just need the right scheme.
Usefull_Usefull · 10.8k Views

Realm of Desire(18+)

War forged him. Women desired him. Kingdoms feared him. After the Great War of the Hundred Races, the continent of Fengyue did not fall into peace—it fell into ambition. Eight kingdoms tore at one another for dominance. Alliances were built on lies. Marriages were signed like treaties. And behind every throne stood a woman with her own hunger for power. When the Fast Empire and the Wu’an Kingdom clashed over the fertile Great Lake region, the silent Yasuo Kingdom struck from the shadows, igniting what would later be known as the First Battle of Tianfeng. Three nations. One battlefield. No rules. And from the blood-soaked plains rose a man with no lineage, no banner, and no mercy— Aurelian Dragon. He was not born noble. He did not inherit power. He took it. Where he walked, armies broke. Where he stayed, queens hesitated. Where he looked… women faltered. A proud imperial princess. A cold-blooded female general. A calculating queen who believed she controlled the board. All of them would eventually discover the same truth: War is not the only thing Aurelian Dragon conquers. Behind palace doors and beneath silken sheets, alliances are sealed in far more dangerous ways than steel and ink. Desire becomes leverage. Bodies become bargaining chips. And power is measured not only by territory—but by who kneels when the doors are closed. This is not a story of pure heroes. This is a story of dominance, temptation, betrayal, and the rise of a man who bends both kingdoms and hearts to his will. On the continent of Fengyue, history is written in blood. And in the dark.
Rowan_Drake · 43.4k Views

The Medieval Lord

One minute, I’m a 28-year-old basement dweller choking on a double-pepperoni pizza while watching questionable content. The next, I’m Lord Elaric Voss, the "heroic" master of Ravenhold—a crumbling pile of rocks in a kingdom where the economy is a literal joke. In the Kingdom of Aldoria, there are no dragons, no magic, and zero genius inventions. There’s just mud, leaky stone keeps, and a feudal tax system so brutal that peasants literally eat rocks to survive. My new "reward" is a keep with a 90% tax rate, a dungeon full of badgers, and a village of eighty people who smell like they’ve never heard of soap. In my old life, I was a sarcastic, unrepentant pervert. In this life? I’m the same guy, just with a permanent resting asshole face and a lot more authority. I have no master plan to revolutionize crop rotation. I don't care about kingdom-building or epic wars. My goals are simple: 1. Roast this medieval shithole until my modern brain stops hurting. 2. Avoid getting killed by my rich, pompous neighbors. 3. Build the ultimate harem of sweaty, hard-working maids. From "inspecting" laundry baskets for fabric quality to accidental "slips" during cold river baths, I’m going to be the most degenerate Lord this realm has ever seen. The King wants his grain, the Baron wants my head, and my steward is having a heart attack—but as long as the maids keep working up a sweat, I’m staying right here. Welcome to Ravenhold. Leave your dignity at the gate. I’ve already sniffed mine away. ________________________________________ What to Expect: • A Modern degenerate MC: No heroics, just sarcasm, luck, and zero shame. • Gritty Medieval Realism: Mud, smells, and a dogshit economy. • Comedy & Slapstick: High-stakes diplomatic insults and low-stakes horse-shit accidents. • Slow-Burn Harem: A focus on sensory details, sweat fetishes, and "inspections". • Zero Magic, Zero OP Powers: Just a modern man surviving through sheer audacity.
K_one_writer · 2.4k Views

A Better Worlds

In a world where everyone strives to rewrite fate as they see fit, those who dare to challenge the very fabric of reality awaken. They know no fear, for fear is the fate of the weak. They know no pity, for pity is a sign of weakness. Ancient powers awaken in those willing to pay any price for power over the world. Each sees the truth in their own way, and each is ready to destroy everything that contradicts their vision. A fire burns in their hearts, capable of melting even the strongest bonds of the universe. Wars do not begin on battlefields—they begin in the minds of those who thirst for change. And when many paths converge, when impossible dreams and unwavering will collide, the world will change forever. But at what cost? There are no rules in this game—there are only the laws of force. There is no good and evil—there is only the desire for power. And when the last stone falls, when the last spark of energy fades, only one will remain—the one who will bring their vision of a "Better World" to life. But remember: in a world where everyone strives for perfection, there is no room for compromise. And whoever survives this battle for the future will write new laws of existence with the blood of their enemies. Author's Greetings Greetings to all readers! ForestRam is me, the author of this story, trying my hand at literary creation for the first time. I understand that as a novice writer, I may not always meet high standards, and the first chapters may seem less than ideal. Important message to readers: If you notice any errors, typos, or plot inconsistencies, please point them out. I will carefully review every comment. I would be grateful for any constructive advice and suggestions for improving the text. Your ideas for plot development are invaluable to me. Regarding the work on the text: despite multiple rereads, I understand that there is always room for improvement. That's why your feedback is so important—it will help make the story better. I hope your journey into the world of my story will be an unforgettable experience. Enjoy reading! Sincerely, ForestRam
Forest_Ram · 11k Views