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Before he was a monarch who defied gods, he was a slave who defied men. Born in the ashes of Latveria — a kingdom strangled by tyranny and superstition — Victor, the son of a condemned witch, grows up in chains. His brilliance is a curse, his defiance a death sentence. When his face is scarred by molten iron as punishment, he does not die — he is reborn. From the blood-soaked mines of Latveria, the man called Doom rises. But Doom’s story is not one of vengeance alone. It is the chronicle of a man who seeks absolute control over chaos — the world, the gods, and even fate itself. From slave to rebel, from rebel to conqueror, from conqueror to ruler, Doom builds not just a kingdom, but an empire of logic and order in a world addicted to madness. Each victory feeds his legend… and his isolation. His empire is forged through science and sorcery alike — automata powered by arcane cores, citadels that float upon magnetic fields, armies that march without rest. Yet even as the world kneels before the Iron Emperor, Doom’s greatest battle remains within: the war between Victor, the man who once dreamed of peace, and Doom, the god who will tolerate no imperfection. *I aim for 7 chapters per week but updates may be a little inconsistent as I'm a mere Uni student and have other works. BONUS CHAPTERS: 10 POWER STONES 30 POWER STONES

He was just another man from the countryside—until life brought him face-to-face with the women who would change everything. From the kind-hearted housewife next door to the newlywed running the village store, from his unforgettable campus goddess to the ambitious young village official, even the mayor’s wife—each encounter sparked a different fire. Every relationship comes with a choice, every touch with its own consequences. As he climbs his way out of the ordinary, his life becomes a dangerous mix of temptation, passion, and forbidden intimacy. A story of love, lust, and the cost of chasing both. For mature audiences only (18+). If you enjoy the chapter, please remember to vote with Power Stones!

I reincarnated as Lukas Grant, a background extra in a web novel I once read. The kind that gets mentioned once and never again. But I woke up with an Idle Growth System—I get stronger by doing literally nothing. While the protagonist trains for months, I earn the same by sleeping. Am I going to hide my strength and keep a low profile? No. Why would I? If someone picks a fight, I'll finish it. If trouble comes, I'll handle it. I'm not chasing anyone's spotlight, but I'm not pretending to be weak either. The problem? My existence is breaking the plot. Events are happening faster. The protagonist is spiraling. The heroines are confused. Even the gods are getting nervous. "What do you mean Ace is turning into a villain because of his inferiority complex?" "Why is the Saintess calling me a world-destroying calamity?" "Since when do gods beg humans for mercy?" I just wanted to live peacefully. It's not my fault everyone's overreacting.

What if the stars were your only way out? Where stars are nameless, they are the only option to those who open their eyes past the veil of indifference. Some looked up, and reached too far. The realms grow decaying from utter ignorance. Now, its time to bring back the time where the realms were once beautiful, to truly give light on 'Paradise'. The world believes them to be a nobody yet beneath their quiet gaze lies a mystery so vast, it terrifies what's beyond the true veil of stars. What is one to believe when the truth is concealed like a bruise? In a world fractured unforgivingly into realms; each ruled by branches that shape reality. He’s not supposed to exist. But he does. And he’s not the only one watching . . .

Konstantin Gromov, a rookie mercenary, died before arriving at the battlefield—only to awaken as a Red Army captain in 1941. His cheat: an RTS-like view of the battlefield. "Why is Bukharin’s portrait hanging on the wall? Why does the German Reich have the word 'Greater' before it? What version of World War II am I in?" On 25 December 1941, the Swastika flew above the Kremlin. Bukharin went missing during the retreat to Kuybyshev. By January 1942, Leningrad had fallen, and SS divisions entered the centre of Bukharingrad. Witnessing these events, he vowed to stop it. Years later, adorned with Field Marshal insignia, he stood before the Red, Imperial, and double-headed eagle flags fluttering behind him. He nodded to his young adjutant. "Let the Great Trial begin!" "We will go to hell together. My descendants will put an end to my madness. My children will live happily on earth, while you and I will continue to fight in hell."

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

In this continent ruled by thousand-year-old families, bloodline means everything. Glory, power, even the right to survive—are all decided by birth. But I am only a hunter’s descendant. No noble blood. No inheritance. No future. So how do I climb to the highest seat of power and join this deadly feast of thrones? A broken golden finger? A glimpse of the future? Or just sheer, ruthless luck? One thing is certain—this game belongs to those who dare to defy fate.

What happens when a master miniature builder gets thrust into a monster apocalypse with a puppet-summoning skill? "Turn my miniatures into real soldiers. Duh!" Said Adam Clay, the Lord Commander of Earth, with a wide grin as he snapped with his fingers. Power Armored Supersoldiers, Walker Crafts, War Machines, Stellar Arks, and Legions of Men-at-Arms all appeared around him in hordes, chanting the holy name of the Emperor of the Solarium. But that's a scene from the endgame, and here's how it began... What to Expect? A Progression LitRPG with action scenes, political intrigue, humor, RTS mechanics, kingdom building, crafting, summoning, and a magic system that tightens it all up, coming from the author of the 760+ chapters long Dragonborn Saga. Inspired by WH40K’s energy, but its own beast entirely. (so not a fanfic) While it is so, you can say it is the watered-down version for those who aren't willing to dip their toes in the original madness. Where else to find this Gem? This story exists on Patreon, Webnovel, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub

Initially, I adopted a small white-haired bundle of joy. Later, I thought my main concern would be untangling her wing knots, but to my utter surprise... "Kiana Kaslana, I know you've grown up, harnessed Herrscher powers, and even built your own harem. But what did I do for you to treat me with such disrespect? You won't even call me 'Dad'... Fine, forget about that, but what's this marriage application mixed among official documents? It seems three days without discipline makes you forget your place!"

The universe is grand and incomprehensible. Civilizations rise and fall every cycle. Death is only a number; mortals are innumerable. Fate is influenced, destiny is manipulated, and inevitability is revised. Only in ascension can one achieve eternity; however, destruction is always in wait. War and death are omnipresent, and the center of all conspiracies rises, too doubtful to place his trust in anyone or thing, besides himself. This is the tale of a creature's return to its origin.

Greene Kleb, a modern man, awakens in Westeros as the young Baron of Whispering Castle. No system. No cheats. No harem. Only a crumbling keep, a forgotten family, and a swamp crest that few remember. The great game has already begun. Kings rise and fall, lords plot in shadows, and the Iron Throne stands as the prize above all. Greene knows only one truth: in this world of ice and fire, mercy is weakness, and loyalty must be forged, not begged. Armed with wit sharper than any sword and a will as cold as winter, he begins his Machiavellian climb. Step by step, the Baron of Whispering Castle will carve his name into the songs of Westeros. And when the last embers settle, only one question remains— Who will sit the Iron Throne of Ice and Fire?

our story will fallow Damien the protagonist of this novel a former Romanian mercenary and in this magical world he reincarnated in it is an exiled baron, a misfits,a good-for-nothing and the first vampire or is he that to be seen while reading... I hope you will like it. it's my first attempt at writing and English isn't my native language so they maybe some grammar fault so be lenient whit the critics and every suggestion is welcomed. as for power decision and the race of world and it's univers we will discover them together. thanks for reading. every week will be two chapters update or more if I can.

The soul has perished, leaving behind only emptiness. Yet in its final cry of anguish, it stirs the one who dwells beyond the hollow world: the Omniscient Observer. By the will of this Observer, a nameless spirit is granted a new destiny — to be reborn as a Servant, cast into a crimson Singularity where humanity’s future has been stolen. A mythic-scale crime upon human history itself: the Incineration of the Human Order. The vessel bestowed upon it is none other than the Hero King, Gilgamesh — the Golden Monarch who severed ties with the gods and began the age of mankind. Arrogant and merciless, he judges all from his resplendent throne. And yet within this golden vessel dwells a forgotten soul, stripped even of its name. What upheaval shall this curious hero bring to the journey across human history? The White Beast watches in silence, ever observing its progress. The King’s laughter echoes across the Singularity. Behold the most luxurious restoration of Human Order in history, funded by boundless wealth and lasting for six entire months. “What? Chaldea is a black company powered by nothing but energy drinks? Fools! I shall renovate and rebuild it myself!” Through the Hero King's unending generosity, Chaldea undergoes a glorious transformation. Private rooms, pristine living quarters, an infinite power engine. An ever-turning, immortal paradise — Chaldea, reborn. And ever-present are the true treasures: the readers who continue to witness and support this tale. Over ten thousand strong, they remain unwavering, unmatched, and unshakably true. Here stands a Gilgamesh the world has never seen before. A saga woven by a pure soul and a delighted vessel — the Epic of Gilgamesh begins anew. The King’s journey is far from over. May this tale add a new brilliance to your own. I entrust it to you. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds

Reborn as Prince Heixinggen of the Hohenzollern family's Swabian branch, he saw the coming storm of European turmoil and decided that Europe was no longer worth staying in. In East Africa, he seized land, organized immigration and development, laid the foundation through agriculture, and step by step, leveraged crises to achieve industrialization. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

"Clear all 100 quests, and your wish shall be granted." When the mysterious Whispering Tower appeared, the world was thrown into chaos. Countless people challenged the tower, each driven by desperate hopes, wild dreams, and impossible desires. For Jay, however, the climb is far more personal. [Your 'parts' are scattered inside the tower.] [Completion rate of yourself: 8%] Once a whole person, Jay was split into separate beings, each holding a piece of himself: memories, emotions, and even his darker traits. While some are harmless, others have taken twisted forms, becoming powerful and dangerous beings. Now, alongside newfound comrades, Jay ascends the Whispering Tower to face not just the tower’s trials, but also the people he forgot… and every version of himself.

What if the body of Robb Stark, capable of bravely leading soldiers into battle, but unable to discern people, were to be inhabited by a man who at one time became a symbol of the ideal sovereign, but who failed to achieve his goals in life.

A young man is abducted walks up on a planet in another dimension with his body modified into a weapon. Now he has to figure out a way home and the only option involves revolution against this world's most powerful nation that hasn't fallen in millenniums.

An ordinary office clerk dies in absurd way under a falling star. He awakens reincarnated as Donquixote Doflamingo in the world of One Piece. Important: This is a translation. All rights belong to the original author. Original: 海贼之多弗朗明哥 作者：巴尔酒 ______ patreon.com/Shinobi_Scrolls

Lin Yu transmigrated into the Douluo Continent, and at first, he could only sigh in frustration for not having a golden cheat. But unexpectedly, his cheat finally appeared—dragging everyone in the Douluo Continent into its grasp! On that day, every single person was pulled into a livestream Q&A room with rewards. From then on, they were forced to watch the stream regularly and answer questions. 【Ah Yin】: What? My son is already dead? And now another soul is occupying his body? 【Bibi Dong】: Yu Xiaogang, I never thought you approached me with ulterior motives… You disgusting, hypocritical man! 【Qian Renxue】: Don’t you dare broadcast anything about me! 【Deep Sea Demon Whale King】: Hah! The Sea God is nothing but an ungrateful fool who loves labeling others. 【Meng Shu】: Lin Yu, as long as you give me the Dragon Essence, I’ll marry my granddaughter to you! 【Yu Yuanzhen】: Don’t fight me for it! Give me the Dragon Essence, and I’ll have my second son marry Erlong to you! …… Watching everyone in the livestream room going crazy, bribing and scheming for rewards, Lin Yu sneered with disdain. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

Leo had a problem. Don't be like Leo! It wasn't that he was poor. It wasn't that he was unlucky. It was that he had been cursed, or blessed by the Accidental Tycoon System. The rules were deceptively simple. Any money he lost on an investment would be returned to him, doubled. His life's new mission was crystal clear. He had to go bankrupt. In a high-tech world of S-Rank Heroes, magic, and newly-contacted alien civilizations, this should have been the easiest thing to achieve in the galaxy. He just had to become the biggest, most spectacular loser the universe had ever seen. So, he tried. Oh, how he tried... He threw billions at publishing a dungeon guide written by a 10-year-old. The maps were in crayon, and it listed the final boss as a Big Grumpy Badger. [Breaking: New S-Rank dungeon called 'The Whispering Labyrinth' appears! All high-tech mapping drones fail. A lost F-Rank porter used the crayon guide... and it's 100% accurate. The final boss is a 50-foot divine badger. The Galactic Union has declared the guide a 'holy text' for exploration!] He bought the galaxy's most useless moon, planning to build a 'Museum of Paint'. [Alert: Ancient magical ley-lines discovered under the moon's surface! It's the only place in the universe that can safely grow the 'Star-Lotus,' the key ingredient for immortality!] To the Intergalactic Hero's Guild, the Magic Academies, and the Alien Federations, Leo was the god of investment whose every move was like 5D chess that ordinary people couldn't understand. Heroes would soar with his sponsorship. Alien emperors offered him their daughters' hands in marriage for a single 'tip'. But Leo just stared at his bank account, which now displayed his wealth that he couldn't use on himself, with tears streaming down his face. "Please," he cried, "I'm trying to fail! Why won't you just let me be poor?!"