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He was a mere cleaner in the midst of world heroes. Nothing more.  Burdened with responsibility far beyond his age, Yuin scraped by through multiple jobs. One of which was cleaning after the esteemed heroes and serving as their emotional outlet.  Until a sudden malfunction in the hero system opened a new path. A dangerous one. On the day the heroes began their patriotic mission, Yuin was forcibly selected. Not to be a hero, but as one of the hundreds meant to be slaughtered as a display of power by the celestials who imposed the hero system upon the world.   They are undefeated, even by the heroes. But Yuin, a mere cleaner, labeled potentialless, seized that dangerous path. And did what no one else could. He killed a celestial. Not one. Two. As an unregistered existence within the system—an error—Yuin became a loophole capable of ending beings beyond the world itself. Yet to those in power, he remains nothing more than a cleaner. He is ignored and overlooked, unaware that he is the very key to defeating the beings they fear most. Now dragged into deadly survival rounds alongside thousands, Yuin fights in places he was meant to die. And there, he climbs the ranks. Like every other, Yuin is granted the privilege to summon players. But unlike the rest, he does not follow the norm. While others summon power, he summons the exceptional. They summon attack players—he summons an alchemist who defies the limits of the world. They summon defenders—he summons a broker, a cunning figure who bends the system’s forbidden laws and deals in what even the system itself does not offer.  He is an error. And errors… cannot be controlled.

“Why do humans rule the world?” “...Because their form is the closest to the gods.” On the day known as the Great Awakening, the barrier separating mortals, spirits, and gods shattered without warning. Divine influence poured into the world like rain and the world was forever changed. Aren Cross stood at the very top of that new world, one of the strongest Mystics to ever live. For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon his humanity and ascend as a god. He failed. But, instead of death, Aren awakens in his high school classroom, moments before his first bloodline awakening ceremony. This time, with knowledge of the future, he will choose the strongest Evolutions. Water and Fire are opposing elements? Why not pick both? Wings or Burrowing Traits? Let me take them all. ------------------------ Book Goals!: Castle = Mass release 5 chapters Spaceship = Mass release 10 chapters Gachapon = Mass release 15 chapters If you find the story confusing or inconsistent at some parts, feel free to add me at my Discord!: https://discord.gg/86DZcscc

When one has power, they are respected, but that same respect can also lead to hatred and under that hate, there is fear. The god of chaos was a being with power so great the other 11 gods couldn't even try to compare to him. They all respected him but they also feared him. His power alone could destroy reality all together. The only person who could beat him would be the Regulator but no one knows where he is. The god of light Lucifer created a weapon, a weapon which could even strike down the god of chaos Ephraxis. What was the sword made off for it to defeat a god as powerful as Ephraxis. That was the question surging through Ephraxis mind as he layed in the floor of the council room of the gods. As he layed,his so called friend Lucifer whispered something to him, something that made Ephraxis blood boiled for the first time in very very long while. Before he died he swore that he would return and he would kill Lucifer and everyone one of the gods who were with him. His call had been answered and when he awoke, he had been reborn into the family of Morningstar. That last name belonged to Lucifer. It pissed him off to think he was reborn into his enemies family. But how did his enemy even have a family in the first place. There were questions piling on in his head but there was one thing that was clear. He would kill the gods who had betrayed him by any means necessary. Which meant he was going to need to reclaim his weapon. The sword of chaos, Havenhell. He had been giving a second chance, a chance he would not waste.

[Warning: Mature Content 18+] The dark look in his Hades' eyes caused my body to tingle. For the first time in my life, I felt seen and wanted. "Leave now if you don't want this" there was a rough edge to his tone but there was something else. Desire. Instead of doing what he asked, I took a step closer to him...... Born a slave, Iris has known only cruelty from wolf to wolf, mocked by her fellow humans and hunted by the pack. When a prank drags her into the sacred mating ritual, she stumbles into the center of the circle and everything breaks: the feared Alpha Warrior, Hades, names her in front of the entire kingdom. A human. His mate. Claimed by a man no one dared to cross, the Cursed alpha and the King's blade. Iris is pulled into a world of iron law, whispered curses, and bitter enemies. Hades is a storm, silent, brutal, and bound by a curse that has killed every woman he chose as his mate. As enemies close in and betrayals surface, Iris discovers a power she never knew she had and a truth that could topple kings: she is no ordinary slave. She is the key to breaking the curse and when others find out who she truly is, she becomes a target. Her inner power reveals her as the Ultimate wolf queen and she fights beside Hades conquering their enemies. They end years of human slavery. Love forged in blood becomes war. Allies gather, loyalties shatter, and in the roar of battle Iris must choose; stay hidden as the mate of a Cursed alpha or rise as the wolf queen who will remake the world.

Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block to be sold to the highest bidder. She makes a desperate choice—to place her fate in the hands of the man who caught her stealing. She does not know his name. She does not know his power. She does not know that he is the king. King Henry rules a great kingdom but nothing has unsettled him quite like the pretty, witty thief he met in a crowded market. A mystery. A temptation he cannot ignore. As their worlds collide in secrecy and desire, Livia is pulled from chains into a life far more dangerous than she could have imagined, far more dangerous than slavery itself. One truth defines their love; A king can have any woman but he cannot marry a slave.

Harry Jonse, the bastard son of the king of Astania, was bullied and mocked all his life. He was beaten by his peers, till the king sent him to the Karat Academy. He was beaten multiple times and he became a source of shame to his kingdom. angered by this, students from Astania ganged up against him, tied him to a brick, and threw him into a river to die. But he came in contact with the God Hand. A lost divine artifact. and that changed his story forever.

I knew every hidden plot, point balance, and psychological trick in Classroom of the Elite. It was my obsession. But memorizing a fictional school's rules doesn't save you from a speeding delivery truck on release day. I died clutching the latest volume. Then I woke up. --- Author’s Note: Regarding Pacing and Detail To my readers, I want to provide a quick heads-up regarding the slow-burn nature of this story. This fanfic is intentionally designed with a slow pace to thoroughly dissect every tiny detail of the Classroom of the Elite universe. My goal is to explore the subtle mechanics, hidden motives, and psychological layers that often get overlooked in faster narratives. For those who enjoy a deep, intellectual dive into the COTE world, this is for you. However, I understand that this level of meticulous detail isn't for everyone. If you find the progression too slow and prefer a story with natural pacing that focuses on the experience rather than a technical breakdown, I recommend my other work: "Classroom of the Elite: Amikura Mako is my Childhood Friend" That story offers a more traditional flow without the heavy dissection found here. Whether you're here for the deep dive or the casual read, I appreciate your support. --- Disclaimer: I don’t own Classroom of the Elite. All rights to the characters, the setting, and the original story belong to Sogo Kinugasa and Shunsaku Tomose. This is just a fan-made project written for fun. I’m only responsible for my own original characters and any changes I’ve made to the plot. #shadowmastermind #manipulation #psychological #strategy #tactic #battleofwits #pretendingtobeweak #hiddenabilities #calculation #highschool #schoollife #metaknowledge #chess #cote #cunning #ruthless #scheme #underdog #hierarchy #meritocracy #cold

One day, billions of people across the world were forcibly dragged into a battlefield that spanned the celestial realms. Here, ferocious beasts roamed freely, and countless races fought for dominance. Only those who awakened their talents stood a chance at survival. From the very beginning, Lucas Reign awakened an SSS-level talent—[Endless Plunder]. It wasn’t just powerful—it was absurd. Not only could he plunder the attributes of ferocious beasts, but he could also steal the talents of other players. While others struggled to obtain even an F-rank ability, Lucas had already begun quietly stacking his strength. D-rank Strength Berserk, E-rank Speed Enhancement—his growth was silent, but terrifying. While top-ranked players formed squads to hunt mutated beasts, Lucas had already cleared them solo… and looted everything they left behind. He wanted to grow in peace. Low profile. No attention. Unfortunately, his power had other plans. The team he casually saved quickly realized something was wrong—every strike he made landed as a critical hit. Every chest he opened contained god-tier equipment. And somehow, the system leaderboard itself seemed broken—because despite his overwhelming strength, Lucas Reign was ranked as nothing more than a weakling. A ghost. While others fought for survival in the beginner zones, Lucas had already set his sights on golden-tier treasure chests. While elite players were just beginning to understand the horror of mutated beasts, he had already moved on to hunting far deadlier parasitic species. “Honestly… I was just trying to pick up scraps.” Lucas let out a quiet sigh as he glanced at the flood of team requests from the top ten players on the leaderboard. Behind him, the ground was littered with the corpses of mutated beasts. In his hand, a god-tier dagger dripped slowly with fresh blood. [Plunder everything. Ascend beyond all.] This is the age of the lone wolf. The era… of the Plunderer.

“TABORÉ-BANE Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is an epic narration of a Queen, driven by ambition. Lady Serenya, is caught in a web of ancient oaths and ruthless power plays. Yet she strives to build a living citadel that defies time and embraces her rhythm. Bound by love, betrayal, and a mysterious legacy unknown to her, she must protect all that is hers and lead the Sapphire Legion through shadows that threaten to consume. Within whispers in the marsh and the rising song of stone, this tale is a journey of a woman’s ambition, courage, and sacrifice to reach her destiny. Towering mountains, shifting sands, and enchanted realms form the setting of the epic. In this mist-wrapped Tabore-Bane, destiny is not a gift but a burden to be endured. Haunted by melodies of her distant homeland and guided by ancient relics pulsing with forbidden power, Serenya must weave strength from memory and magic to survive. As the mountain peaks hold their breath, tumult stirs in the shadows. Whispered prophecies, fractured alliances, and spectral guardians stir beneath the land, threatening to unravel the fragile hope she carries. Kaelis and Darven, Serenya’s chosen emissaries sent into the labyrinthine of the island, follow paths marked by riddles in stone to realise that they are not just scouts but catalysts in a game played by eternals. The island shifts beneath their feet and watches them, bending reality with every breath, testing those who dare tread it. Among tribal spirits, hidden watchers, and unseen dangers, a quest unfolds to unravel a dangerous dance of trust and treachery. “Taborer-bane: The Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is a fantasy of memory, power, and the endurance of hope. From frostbitten peaks to haunted marshlands, it weaves a tale of Serenya’s unyielding spirit confronting the forces that seek to silence truth and bend her world into shadow. Dive into a world rich with intrigue, ancient mysteries, and relentless courage. Discover the forgotten rites and the forging of a legend. In this struggle, the test will be of loyalty, and she may lose everything to gain freedom. Welcome into Tabor-Bane, a land not for the Light Hearted.

He spent three years killing people for money. Now his job is making sure nobody kills the girl dressed as a cat goddess. In the near future, mega-corporations have discovered that cosplayers are worth more than celebrities. The top performers live like idols — private jets, penthouse suites, merchandise deals worth more than small nations' GDPs. They also attract obsessive fans, corporate espionage, and occasionally, people with guns. Kai Reuben, 21, is the most capable person in any room he walks into and the most uncomfortable. Three years as a mercenary left him fluent in threat assessment, efficient in a fight, and completely unequipped for civilian life. Peacetime is loud. People's emotions are data he doesn't know how to file. He has constructed a pleasant face for public use and it has been stuck there ever since. He retired eight months ago because the world got too peaceful and his reputation got too large — other mercenaries couldn't beat him, so they started targeting the people near him instead. He walked away before anyone else got hurt. He has been trying to figure out what to do with himself ever since. He does not figure this out at a cosplay convention on a Saturday afternoon. What he does instead is deflect a bullet with a combat knife in front of thirty thousand live viewers, neutralise three armed assailants, critique the venue's west walkway security to the responding officers, and retrieve his cold brew. The clip hits one million views before midnight. The cosplay internet decides he's the most committed method actor they've ever seen. NovaCorp's Director Chantal decides something more accurate and makes a call. By Sunday morning, Kai Reuben has a new job he didn't ask for, a contract he probably should have read more carefully, and a problem he has absolutely no protocol for. PIXEL GUARD is a light novel in the action romantic comedy tradition — overpowered protagonist, genuine emotional stakes, and a harem that operates less like a competition and more like a slowly assembling disaster that Kai is professionally equipped to survive and personally entirely unprepared for. The action is real. The comedy is real. The feelings, which Kai has filed under pending further classification and fully intends to address at a later date, are very real. He is going to have to stop moving toward the threat eventually. He is not there yet. [ Action · Romantic Comedy · Harem · Overpowered MC · Idol Industry · Found Family · Slow Burn · Comedy of Errors ]

I own the MC but nothing else. When the successor to God was chosen, she does what any fan of tv, movies, anime, and manga would do, go to the vast multiverses to help others but also to change events for the better. MC is Intersex and OP.

Nightblade Academy is the most prestigious academy dedicated to cultivating the finest assassins, officers, and mercenaries in the world. Sieg Brenner is the new and mysterious transfer student, the disciple of a legendary assassin. He immediately gets the attention of Yumi Hasegawa, the Scarlet Queen and leader of Scarlet Bloom, the most powerful gang in Nightblade Academy, during his first day of school. Will he survive on his own? Or will he become another one of the Scarlet Queen's broken toys?

​In an empire where noble blood manifests as glorious soul weapons—blades of roaring fire and hammers of raging lightning—Vane awakened a rusted, broken dagger. ​As the bastard son of King Vorian, his awakening was the ultimate joke. A stain on the invincible Ten Pillars. Deemed a worthless anomaly, he was left to rot in the shadows. ​But when the Royal Family sends an assassin to silence him for good, resulting in his mother's tragic death, Vane discovers the terrifying truth behind his "trash" weapon. ​The rust isn't decay. It’s a seal. His dagger doesn't channel Aether. It devours it. ​Now, bound to Lysandra (ancient Empress of a forgotten bloodline residing within his soul) Vane is thrown into the ruthless Obsidian Academy. He has no army, no noble backing, and no flashy magic. ​Just a rusted blade, a cold, Machiavellian mind, and a bottomless void in his chest. ​He will bow to the Queen. He will smile at the arrogant Crown Prince. He will play the perfect, harmless pawn on his father's chessboard. ​Until he devours them all. ​[What to Expect from this Novel:] Cold, Calculated & Highly Intelligent MC Hidden OP Power: Weak to Strong progression with a terrifying, devouring cheat ability. Academy Arc & Deep Political Intrigue: Factions, betrayals, and surviving among arrogant nobles. Ancient Mystery & A Deadly Mentor: A mysterious, top-tier female entity guiding his path. No Naive Heroics: Pure, calculated revenge and Machiavellian schemes.

Steven is a total newbie who just got isekai’d into the world of Terra. But before all this, he spent years surviving in the blocky world of Minecraft, living the slow and cautious life of a seasoned Minecrafter. Thanks to that history, he almost got forcefully ejected by Terra’s world will the moment he arrived— “Don’t just toss me back to the world where even the sun is a square!” In order to survive in this world—where at least the girls have pointy faces instead of square ones—Steven has no choice but to dive into one chaotic event after another, all to raise something called his "World Acknowledgement Point" and earn his stay. This includes, but is not limited to: Fighting infected; Fighting the Church of the Deep; Fighting eldritch horrors from the sea; And, of course… Fending off suspiciously grateful girls with very ungrateful intentions. . . . . . . . . . Gladiia: “Steven, why do you always get yourself involved in those troublesome land-dweller affairs? I find it… intriguing.” Steven: “Hey, it's about the experience, you know?” Gladiia: “Then why are you always the one who ends up solving everything?” Steven: “Well, I’m already here, right? May as well go all in…”

Lu You, a menial disciple with a mixed spiritual root, had an Artifact named 'Cauldron of Cornucopia' within the space of his mind. Put a single spirit stone into it, and it instantly turned into countless spirit stones. Put a talisman into it, and it instantly turned into countless talismans. A few months later, after grinding his way to the Golden Core realm with his endless resources, Lu You tried placing his own Golden Core into the basin. "Good heavens-so this is how the cauldron is meant to be used? I'm invincible now!"

After a day of hard work, Zhou Zaizhi, a surgeon in training, freshly graduated from university, died in his sleep. When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Zaizhi found himself in a dark cave smell of blood and decay. He looked at his body and was shocked to find that he was no longer human. After he came out and investigated for a while, he found out with hollow laughter was that he seemed to had been reborn and possessed a flood dragon. What made him despaired was that he seemed to be hated by all, shunned by all. "How am I supposed to survive like this!?" Fortunately he possessed a unique ability that enable him to lend his cultivation in exchange for Dao comprehension feedback in return. Turning to look at his youngest disciple that he took in a few decades back, Zhou Zaizhi felt a sense of relief. 'As long as I have this disciple, my survival is certain, Nascent Soul is in sight!' He thought happily with such optimistic world view, how innocent. It was a beautiful woman who seems to be in her early twenties. Instead of delicate flowing silk robe, this woman instead wore fur coat with light armor. Her name was Wan Zhaolu. Zhou Zaizhi sighed, "Lu'Er, why are you wearing your armor all the time? Isn't it uncomfortable? You should try wearing that silken skirt little Xiao gave you the other day." Wan Zhaolu who was wiping her sword looked up at him with a trace of anger and annoyance hidden inside her eyes: "Master, you know Xiaomiao?" Zhou Zaizhi tilted his head slight, he replied: "Of course? She's your friend after all." Wan Zhaolu sighed and was about to turn back to cleaning her sword when she heard him continued: "Or you could try this dress little Jinghua gave me. Sighs, why did she even give me such a thing? It’s not as if I can wear it." Wan Zhaolu snapped her head back at him, "Who is this Jinghua? Is she a woman?" "Huh? She is Yisong's junior, she visited us a few months ago remeber? She even introduced me to her master and aunt maste-" Zhou Zaizhi's words were cut off before he could finish, a sharp blade had already appeared beside his neck at some point in time. "You know other women?!" "???"

Tiva who were exiled from Ometikaya face unexpected turns in her life besides her unrequited love for Jake Sully's ( Ole'eyktan) son:Neteyam.

In a world where humanity teeters on the edge of extinction, survival is no longer guaranteed—it is earned. Jake never asked to be reborn. Thrust into a vast, war-torn world where alien races, demonic beasts, and dungeon-born horrors dominate most of the land, he quickly learns one brutal truth: power is everything. Those who awaken rise above the rest as elite mech pilots and super soldiers. Those who don’t are left behind… or forgotten. Born into the lowest-ranked Region F—a place mocked as the “Region of Bad Luck”—Jake stands at the very bottom of a merciless hierarchy. Orphaned by a Kaiju attack and surviving on borrowed time, his future hangs on a single moment: the Awakening. With no talent, no backing, and no guarantee of survival, Jake must defy the odds in a system rigged against him..

A twilight scene. A winding dirt road leads into a small town, seen from above. On the left, a large weeping willow tree, its branches drooping like fingers. Beneath the tree, barely visible, a woman’s silhouette in a beige trench coat stands facing away, holding a single red balloon. In the background, a white church steeple with a broken weather vane. The sky is bruised purple-orange.

“Doing the wrong thing for the right reason… never ends well for anyone.” Seven great races ruled the continent of Eldarion. Humans weren’t among them. To the world, mankind was nothing more than background noise, as insignificant as a breath of air, as laughable as a failed joke of creation. A race with no promise. No power. No future. Tyler was born into that world—a world where every “hero of humanity” was fated to fall before they could rise. So he abandoned the path of heroes entirely. He chose the road stained in shadows. He chose the power no sane soul would touch. He chose to become a demon— not for glory, but for survival. His purpose was simple: Ascend as the Demon King. Stand as a monstrous shield when the true invaders finally tear into their continent. And he succeeded. He rose higher, darker, and stronger than any being before him. But power has a price. A price he only understood when it was far too late. For in climbing toward salvation, He became the very abomination he once swore to destroy— The Desecrator. And the world whispered: “There is no lesser or greater evil. There is only evil.” Yet a more profound truth lingered in the dark: “Because sometimes, only one Evil can devour another.” *** Discord - https://discord.gg/4xbt5Nwrtn *** #Yandere #ComplexCharacters #NoHarem #Dark #RareBloodline #Magic #Slowburn #FatedLove #Demons #Dragons #Otherworlders #RunicSorcery #Evil-FL