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The Ordinary Mask

Lazarus let his son kill him. For two thousand years he slept. Two thousand years of nothing. When he finally opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his own blood and his son's sword—and he smiled. Because death meant escape. Escape from the wars. Escape from the throne. Escape from the endless burden of being the Vampire King, a title he had never asked for. All he had ever wanted was peace. But instead of nothingness, he was reborn. Reincarnated into a world where magic and power are everything. A world where the weak are trampled and the strong rule. And he was born with something even worse than before. His old power remained. Along with something new. The power of a god. But Valandor Grimnir does not want power. He wants silence. He wants a quiet life far away from thrones, wars, and destiny. So from the moment he is born, he hides everything—pretending to be weak, pretending to be ordinary. However, in a world where power defines worth, hiding is not so easy. For the sake of his mother, he must attend the Royal Academy—the place where the most talented youths compete to rise to the top. The strongest gain authority over all students and direct connections to the kingdom itself. Here, everyone fights to prove they are the strongest. Some fight for glory. Some fight for power. Some fight simply to survive. And in such a place, Valandor Grimnir will not be able to hide forever. Will he finally find the peace he has sought for centuries— Or will fate drag him back into the very things he tried to escape?
Zerath_ · 136 Views

Bridegroom of Damnation

In the Fifth District of the City of Welfanshelm, there is a shepherd named Mizmaze, who takes care of someone else's pasture and herd of sheep. He didn't ask for anything, and has only bread and milk to fill his hunger every day until dusk settles. It is his normal life, until the last day of the year when he is obliged to meet with his master, only to receive a Sigil and obtain mysterious special abilities. Like his name, he buried his past in a labyrinth within himself, and such secrets must never be known even to him as well. But his new life will change the trajectory of the normal life he wants to live. Because he now becomes a Child. Not a child, but a Child who gains power. A Child that is accepted in a sect called . . . Orphans. 「For seven seasons, you have tended my herd of sheep without asking for anything in return. So shall there be a sevenfold reap for you alone as a token of my gratitude. I bestow upon you my blessing, but beware, for there is a flaw.」 「I shall open you a path now to ascend, Mizmaze of the Fifth District of Welfanshelm.」 「You are to rise as the Blind Prophet.」 Little did he know this would be his road as the bridegroom of damnation. ━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━ Main Genre: High Fantasy Additional Tags: TowerClimbing, Inheritance, Orphanhood, Selfhood, Godhood, Singularity, DeathGames, Trials, SpecialAbilities, Gore, Dark, Mythology, Epic, Symbiosis, Heirhood Invented/Hidden Tags: ??, ??
Fireflyburns · 7.9k Views

I became a Mirror but I am too overpowered.

Lee Eunwoo was a completely ordinary Korean office worker. Actually… no. He was even below ordinary. He had no talent, no money, no girlfriend, and his boss treated him like a disposable NPC. His only hobby was reading trashy webnovels where the protagonist becomes the strongest being in the universe. One day, after staying up all night reading a 3,000-chapter cultivation novel, Eunwoo muttered: “If I got reincarnated, I’d definitely do better than this idiot protagonist.” Then he died. Just like that. Truck-kun didn’t even bother slowing down. ⸻ The System Appears When Lee Eunwoo opened his eyes again, he didn’t see heaven. He didn’t see a fantasy world either. He saw himself. But something was wrong. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t blink. He couldn’t breathe. And then a mechanical voice echoed. [Welcome to the Universal Reflection System.] [Host has been reincarnated as: Mirror.] Eunwoo: “…Wait.” At first Eunwoo believed his second life was cursed. He was just a mirror in a dusty antique shop in a small fantasy town. But then a thief broke into the shop. The thief looked into the mirror. And suddenly— BOOM. The thief collapsed unconscious. [Skill acquired: Reflection.] Anything shown in the mirror… Can be copied, reflected, amplified, or reversed. Magic spells? Reflected. Sword skills? Copied. Curses? Returned to sender. Even divine abilities could be mirrored. The stronger the opponent, the stronger Eunwoo becomes. ⸻ Eunwoo’s Biggest Problem The system kept giving absurd powers. But Eunwoo misunderstood everything. Every time he gained a new ability he thought: “This is probably the weakest starter skill…” Meanwhile the world thought something completely different.
Arman2026 · 6.7k Views

Plants vs Dungeon

When dungeon gates opened across the world, it became a gold rush. Hunters chased glory. Guilds chased power. Corporations chased profit. Phong Tran awakened as a Level 1 Farmer. No skills. No passives. A broken EXP bar that never moved. So he sold energy drinks instead. Leg warmers. Electrolytes. Power banks. If everyone else was digging for gold, he’d sell the shovels. Then Josh came. University golden boy. Gym-built. Son of a man who could erase problems with a phone call. “Protection fee.” Phong refused. He woke up in a hospital bed, beaten within an inch of death. His aunt and uncle were gone. No bodies. No investigation. No media coverage. Just silence. Then, as if the universe had a sense of humor, his system finally gave him a quest: Plant and harvest 10 potatoes in the dungeon. That’s it. No penalties. No forced missions. No ticking clock. No promise of justice. Just a choice. Phong takes it. The potatoes mutate. Then other plants followed. Chilies spit burning rounds. Sweet potatoes bulk up into blunt-force bruisers. Garlic turns chemical-warfare illegal. Enoki mushrooms rattle like dungeon-grade machine guns. His crops become his frontline. Phong doesn’t want to conquer the dungeon. He wants to build something inside it. A farm. A hearth. A settlement for people tired of being disposable. He won’t let revenge be the only thing he grows. Revenge lit the spark. But it won’t be the only thing he grows. And if the most powerful man in the city comes looking to finish what his son started... He’ll learn something the dungeon already knows. This farm fights back. (I’ll post roughly 3 chapters a day for the first two weeks, then ease back to 1 chapter a day after burning through my backups. The times will be around 9 a.m., then 18–20 server time. That’s it. Bye.)
Potato_mine · 12k Views