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THE SILENT LIBRARY

In a world where power decides fate, the weak are forgotten. The world of Tianyuan is ruled by cultivators—individuals who absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in pursuit of immortality. Sects rise and fall, powerful experts dominate the skies, and countless lives vanish on the cruel path of cultivation. When Lin Mo awakens in this dangerous world after the end of his previous life, he quickly understands one simple truth: He is weak. With poor spiritual roots and little talent, Lin Mo is ignored by the elders of the Azure Cloud Sect and assigned a quiet, insignificant job—caretaker of the Outer Sect Library. But hidden within the dusty shelves of forgotten books, Lin Mo discovers something no one else has noticed. A mysterious ancient book. A silent inheritance left behind by an unknown master. Unlike other cultivation methods that rely on brute force and talent, the **Silent Library teaches a different path**—one of observation, understanding, and hidden meridians that most cultivators have never even heard of. While others fight fiercely for resources and recognition, Lin Mo cultivates quietly among ancient books and forgotten knowledge. Every page he reads reveals another secret of heaven and earth. Every hidden pathway he opens brings him closer to unimaginable power. And no one in the Azure Cloud Sect realizes that the quiet librarian they ignore is slowly walking a path that may one day shake the entire cultivation world. Because sometimes… The most dangerous cultivator is the one no one notices.
ashtkamal · 11.1k Views

Programmer in Naruto

To enjoy this fanfic, knowledge of computer science or knowledge about progamming is recommanded. ------------------------------------------------------------ [Configuring Windows Update… 99%… Please wait] … My name is Hiroki Sawada. I’m ten years old—and a reincarnated person. After jumping through time, I’ve ended up living in a perfectly ordinary neighborhood in the Hidden Leaf Village. I’m single, attend the Ninja Academy, and make sure I’m home by 6:00 PM every day. I don’t smoke, I’m not interested in alcohol, and my favorite drink is Fat Otaku Sparkling Water. At the Academy, I do well in theory and hold my own in physical training. I go to bed at exactly 9:00 PM and always get a full eight hours of sleep. Before bed, I do twenty minutes of yoga to relax. Once my head hits the pillow, I’m out cold until morning. I sleep soundly, free from fatigue or stress. According to the doctors, I’m completely normal. Of course, I’m telling you all this just to make one thing clear— I don’t have any grand ambitions. After traveling through time, my only goal is to stay alive. I don’t dream of becoming Hokage. I don’t want to compete with prodigies or get involved in destiny nonsense. I don’t want pink eyes, nor do I want to be some “child of prophecy.” All I want is to live as a normal Konoha civil servant—filing paperwork in the archives, counting kunai in the equipment department, living a calm, plant-like life. Then one day, retire peacefully and collect my pension. That’s the life I, Hiroki Sawada, aspire to. … Ding Dong~ [Completing update, please don’t turn off your computer. This may take some time.] …Wait. Scratch that. I want to be Hokage! ---------------------------------------------- To read chapters in advance go to P@treon - harsh07
harsh07 · 1.1m Views

My Ultimate Gacha System

David Drinkwater lived his entire career as football's biggest joke. Thirty seven years old, rejected by every major club, and called a "club whore" by fans across Europe, but at Wembley Stadium, in the rain, he finally proved them wrong. Championship playoff final between Millwall and Norwich, and in the 90th minute, he scored the winning goal, then he died. **[Ding. Ding.]** **「Host found: David Drinkwater.」** **「Synchronisation complete.」** He opens his eyes in an eighteen year old body. Demien Walter, a failed Fiorentina academy prospect and suicide attempt survivor with an overall rating of 48, no team, and no future, but David brought something impossible with him. **[Ding.]** **「Ultimate Gacha System activated.」** **「Mission: Rise from nothing. Become the greatest footballer in history.」** Training earns points while matches earn rewards, and achievements unlock legendary packs. Every pack opening could change everything, whether through common stat boosts, rare techniques, or epic abilities, yet there's always the ultimate prize. **[Ding.]** **「Diamond Pack opened.」** **「Congratulations. Andrea Pirlo — Regista Vision obtained. Passing +15. Vision +10. Legendary Trait unlocked: Deep-Lying Playmaker.」** From trialist to conquering the football world, every pack, every point, and every impossible moment building toward football immortality. They called him a failure once, and they called him wasted potential, but now, with forty years of wisdom in an eighteen year old body and a system that rewards every drop of sweat with power, David will rewrite football history. One pack at a time. **Some dreams get a second chance, and some legends get a second life, so this is his.**
Mr_Raiden · 1m 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.
Potato_mine · 35.8k Views

The Last Ranked Student of the Supreme Academy

“Darkness never frightened me… what scares me is a world that learns to live with it.” Kael was never meant to stand out. He grew up in a quiet, forgettable village, with no family to guide him and no past worth holding onto. In a world where magic defines status and power, he had none. People like him pass through life unnoticed, their names fading long before they are ever remembered. For years, Kael lived that way—quiet, observant, surviving without drawing attention. Until something changed. --- The Supreme Arcanum Academy is a place where the exceptional gather. Nobles with ancient bloodlines, prodigies born with overwhelming talent, warriors capable of reshaping the battlefield—it is a world built for the gifted. Kael enters it with nothing. And yet, he endures. --- He does not rely on strength or magic. What sets him apart is far subtler—and far more unsettling. His movements are measured. His actions precise. His decisions, almost instinctive. He begins to win fights that should have been impossible, not through force, but through an understanding of combat that feels deeply unnatural. It is not brilliance that draws attention to him— It is the absence of it. A quiet presence that refuses to be ignored. --- As time passes, Kael finds himself pulled into the lives of others—Lyrielle, Aurelia, Seraphina. Each of them brings something unfamiliar into his world. Trust. Friction. A fragile sense of belonging that he has never known. For the first time, his life begins to feel less solitary. --- Then the academy announces the tournament. What begins as a test of skill slowly becomes something else. Something personal. --- A new name begins to circulate among the students. The Crimson Blade. The fighting style is unmistakable—clean, efficient, without hesitation. There is no wasted motion, no visible emotion. Just quiet, decisive endings. It is Kael. And yet, it feels like someone else entirely. --- From that moment on, the question is no longer about victory or strength. It is about understanding. Why does battle feel familiar to him? Why does he move as though he has already lived through it? Why does he never hesitate? --- The answers lie buried in a war most have chosen to forget. A war that took everything from him before he could even understand it. A war that was never truly over. --- Kael continues forward, drawn toward something he cannot yet see clearly. Because the darkness surrounding him is not something he stumbled upon. It is something that has been waiting. --- This is not a story about glory or heroism. It is about persistence. About someone who lacks power, yet refuses to be defined by that absence. About confronting something you do not fully understand— And realizing, too late, that it has always understood you. --- Kael does not seek recognition. He never  chases greatness. He simply keeps moving forward, without looking away.
zoe_Isla · 13.3k Views