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Genesis: Reborn as my femboy priest game character.

Charice, a 30 year old possibly neurodivergent man finds his world coming to an end. Well, his favorite world. After two decades of service the MMORPG Genesis is shutting down its servers. Charice and many others across the world spend the last day in mourning together, Yet, as the clock strikes twelve and code begins to collapse into noise, something intervenes. The world melts and reforms under the guiding hand of beings far greater than mere servers. Now with Gods once digital looming over Charice and his feminine priest character, he withers in fear and apprehension under their inhumane hands. With a city below and Gods above, he clings to the memory of his long lost partner, Maximus, to give him the strength to rule as only a man chosen by Gods could. Yet as nations native to this realm turn their gaze to Charice and his people, the might of Chaos and Order surges within Consort Charice. Gods who never cared for humanity now turn to their most devout priests, people who never once thought of them as real. And through all of this, Charice must carefully navigate the strange third core of his heart - lest he grow mad and his soul shatter under the weight of beings he never truly understood... Beings that never cared to understand him. (The book cover art is not mine. It can be found here: https://wallpapercave.com/w/wp8375864) If you are here to sell your services or to offer me any sort of "book growth plan" or "premium Webnovel art" don't. I won't buy. This books shows various groups of people or individuals in compromising, immoral, or very concerning/questionable situations. Many themes that could trigger someone, such as abuse, dysphoria (bodily and other), gaslighting, or even racism and sexism, alongside xenophobia, are all explored. This book condones no such behavior, and does its best to explore their effect on the human experience. None of the characters or groups/nations in this story are in any way affiliated with real world individuals and organizations/nations. Nobody under 15 years old is intended to read this book.
Arude_Chan · 64.6k Views

Plants vs Dungeon

PvZ meets Solo Farming In The Tower. What to expect: - Mature and logical MC who refuse to be devoured by vengeance - A garden full of war crimes - Character driven story over fast-pace progression - Lovable cast of characters - Lore. Lots of lore regarding the dungeons and the civilizations that had fallen within it for you lorebrarians. - Update daily at 6pm CET -------------- “In a gold rush, the position of shovel vendors is reserved for the privileged.” That was a lesson Phong Tran had to learn the hard way. One year after the dungeon appeared, it had become a modern gold rush. People awakened classes, unlocked skills, and dove into the dungeon for its seemingly endless riches and resources. Phong, a level 1 Farmer with a dead EXP bar, naturally gravitated toward becoming a wandering vendor. While other people fought monsters, gained EXP, and became media heroes, he sold them socks, battery banks, and energy drinks. Phong existed in the space between glory and obscurity, until one day, a privileged bastard took everything from him. He was beaten half to death, and his aunt and uncle were “erased” for being inconvenient to those at the top. As if it had a cruel sense of humor, Phong received his first and only quest while lying in his sickbed: “Plant 10 potatoes.” No rewards. No promise of revenge. Just 10 potatoes sitting there, as if to mock his powerlessness. He took the quest. And now, he must conquer the dungeon with only 10 potatoes to his name.
Potato_mine · 105.6k Views

HEAVENLY DEMON ASCENSION

It felt real. That was what he kept coming back to. The smell of this room felt real. The weight of this body felt real. The sound of that argument outside felt real in the specific, unremarkable way that real things felt. His first life had been nothing but a bitter, endless struggle. He had lost the handful of people he truly cared about and had been completely helpless to stop it. Then, just when he finally gripped a slight sliver of hope to change his fate, it was violently ripped away, ending with him locked inside a forsaken underground archive. For twenty-four years, he did what he could to survive. At first, he had hope, but the darkness faded it. He had a burning thirst for revenge, but the isolation snuffed it out. He had the will to live, but eventually, even that was forgotten in the dust of the old scrolls. He had become an empty vessel simply waiting for death. And then, on his final day, he accidentally came across a dark red book. The impossible conclusion settled over him like heavy snow. He had regressed. At first, the mere thought felt completely ridiculous. But deep down, in some buried corner of his soul, this was the solitary dream he had prayed for during his darkest nights in the archive. As the decades had bled away, he had convinced himself that second chances didn't exist in a world as cruel as the Murim. There were no do-overs for a ruined life. Yet, here he was. He didn't know what god or devil had granted this miracle, but as the heavy, dark presence pulsed faintly in his mind, he knew with absolute certainty that the book was the catalyst. It had sent him back.
noahdblack · 10.2k Views