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Slave OF Curses

This was no ordinary world. This was no sovereign nation. It was a lingering, primordial Curse—an inescapable abyss from which emergence seemed impossible. The Moonlight Curse was a labyrinth of shadows, a mystical trap that humanity had never encountered in its entire existence. Once a human was marked as Infected, their soul was forcibly dragged into the fractured dimension of the Infinity Death Games. This was a realm of absolute peril, where the Infected were subjected to daily, brutal trials of survival. The stakes were binary: life or total desecration. If an Infected survivor triumphed in their first game, their soul was granted a temporary reprieve and returned safely to their physical shell. But if they faltered? If they tasted defeat in that initial trial? Death was absolute. The soul was cast back into the mortal vessel, but not before the "Tax" was collected. The heart, the liver, the kidneys—the very essence of biological life—were harvested by the realm itself. This was the horrific architecture of Gromo’s System. A twisted mechanism designed to find a human powerful enough to serve as the Collateral for his Curses. Gromo was searching for a champion, a King of Slaves. Yet, among the millions who fell, none had been found worthy. None possessed the raw strength or the cold intellect required to survive the lethal complexity of his Death Games. In a world drowning in despair, the question remains: Is there a Hero X lurking in the shadows? An anomaly capable of tearing down the System from the within? A soul brave enough to play the games—and win them all?
Stk_novel · 4.1k Views

Star Chronicles,Volume III:Embers of the Calamity

Let Power Be Your Truth. Your Light. And Your Chains. That was the first law granted to the Nyxvalis clan. For thirty-eight generations it held. Through fire and blood, through empire and ruin, through centuries of war waged in the name of a bloodline that had long since ceased to be merely human. It held — and in holding, built a monolith so absolute that the world stopped asking whether it could fall. Then came the 39th Flame. Seven hundred and thirty-one entered the Chambers of Night. Forty-seven crawled back out. Not an army. Not a dynasty. An ember — dim, diminished, and already encircled by enemies who had spent years sharpening their finest wolves in anticipation of its arrival. A heresy in numbers alone. A silent warning to those still bold enough to hear it: If a monolith can tremble — so too can it fall. As the world prepares to record the embers in its annals, so must its instruments play their parts. Those duty-bound to hold the monolith in place. Those eager to test the might of a millennium of power. And the forty-seven — carrying a smiling ember within. A dark gothic world of political deceit and ancient bloodlines. Empires built on inherited violence. Power forged in law and broken in shadow. And beneath it all — the slow, certain rot of institutions that have never once been held accountable. This is the world of The Star Chronicles. A story about survival without innocence. Legacy worn like chains. And the particular kind of power that doesn't free you — it simply decides how you burn. Embers of the Calamity Volume III
Greyfin · 1.5k Views

Incubus's Lusty Harem: I got Asmodeus System with a Death Clock

Living a life of luxury under the skirts of rich women, Luca suddenly died and woke up in a breathtaking high-fantasy realm bursting with elves, demons, beastkin, dragons, dwarves, and every legendary race imaginable. But it turns out, this world is a ruthless matriarchy because only women can reach upto Tier 9. Even the strongest man alive is capped at Tier 7. Luca? He woke up a weakling with a glowing red death timer floating over his head. 45 minutes until he dies for good. His salvation is the Asmodeus System, and the key is his newly awakened Royal Incubus bloodline. It grants him Demon Fire Manifestation plus three irresistible weapons: Incubus’s Scent that floods the air with raw desire and scales with his own arousal. Lustful Touch that turns even a casual brush of skin into brain-melting orgasmic overload. And most importantly, Life Siphon, a skill that secretly converts every internal finish into lifespan + massive EXP. With nothing but that bloodline and death's own clock ticking on his life, Luca turns unstoppable knights, mages, guild mistresses, and nobles into his dripping-wet addicts. What begins as pure, shameless survival and non-stop conquest slowly darkens the moment Luca genuinely falls for these women. Because every time he finishes inside them, he’s stealing years off their lifespan for just mere days of his own, whether he wants to or not… And the System never warned him. Nor did it warn him that he is the perfect Cultivation Cauldron in a ruthless Matriarchy full of women capable of erasing mountains with just a thought. Or the fact that the strongest religion in the world, the Church of Ivona, is on a holy crusade to exterminate all demons from the world. Survival -> Shadow Harem Empire -> Romance. Heavy R18 | Snarky MC | Matriarchy reversal | Royal Incubus bloodline power fantasy | Slow-burn emotional romance later | Daily 2 chapters at least No MC's NTR | No Yuri (a bit during threesomes) | Incubus Bloodline | Lust System | Death Timer | Harem | R18 | Matriarchy | High Fantasy Isekai
An_Imperfectionist · 4.9k Views