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Blue light exploded as Eira swung first, his sword colliding with the woman's burning spear with a force that tore the air apart. Mana crashed outward in violent waves, ripping sound from the world as fire and frost devoured each other. He twisted his wrist mid-swing, dragging the blade down her weapon and forcing her back, ice crawling across the spear before shattering under a surge of black-red flames. She laughed. "You're late," she said, spinning and driving her spear toward his chest. Eira barely deflected. The impact hurled him through the sky, his body twisting as he fought to regain control. He stopped himself with a burst of cold, boots skidding against invisible air, sword humming violently in his hands. Only then did the world reveal itself. Endless white stretched beneath them, cracked and broken by war. Bodies lay scattered across the frozen land—men and women with silver hair, armor torn, weapons buried deep into ice. Some moved. Some didn't. The ground itself bore scars of mana so deep they still glowed faintly. A pressure rolled outward from Eira as he steadied himself. Far away, people collapsed without being touched. Knees buckled. Breath failed. Even standing became impossible under the weight of his presence. The woman floated calmly across from him, fire and shadow wrapping around her form. Her spear burned red, veins of black mana pulsing like a living thing. Flames spiraled outward from her body, erasing frost, stone, and anything else that dared exist too close. Below them, a young woman stood shaking, blood running down her arm as she held up a glowing shield. She was wounded badly, yet she didn't step back. She shielded the fallen behind her with everything she had left. Eira saw her. His jaw clenched. "Still distracted," the woman said, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield. "That hasn't changed." She raised her spear and slammed it downward. Fire crashed toward him like a collapsing sun. Eira answered by lifting his sword, blue light roaring outward as the flames split apart around him. The shockwave tore across the land, ice forming and breaking in the same breath. The sky broke. They moved again. Sword and spear collided midair, faster than sight, each strike releasing violent surges of mana that warped the world itself. Blizzards swallowed firestorms. Flames evaporated ice. Mountains formed and shattered in seconds. "You're weaker," she said, twisting her spear and driving him back through a wall of frozen air. "Did dying once finally dull you?" Eira staggered, blood spilling from his mouth as he caught himself. His sword shook, not from fear, but restraint. "I won't lose again," he said. Her eyes narrowed. "This ends now, Eira."

Horrible Accident? Check Otherworldly Soul Yeeting? Check Taking over some schmuck's body who died around the same time? Check Unable to cultivate because the aforementioned schmuck's constitution is all messed up? Double Check In the world of Valresta where the great and powerful cultivate an energy called aether to get to where they are, Zhen Liu (Thomas Lee) is physically unable to despite having the qualities to do so. But due to a twist of fate, Zhen Liu is given the ability to create kaijin, strange and monstrous warriors to fight in his stead. By using this world's laws combined with his knowledge of Earth, watch as Zhen Liu stands above the so-called aether saints to become the one and only kaijin lord! "What the hell is a train"?! "Something that's about to kick your butt. Get him"! "Yes my lord"! Cover art done by JacKLYart on Twitter My Twitter: https://twitter.com/MajorMizako?t=23kOezglRcDjEUKcmpZQiA&s=09

“A shepherd of all lambs can be a prophet to one, but better than a prophet to none.” Once a soul known as Hunter Morningstar, he arrived from the ruin of the Cosmos as nameless fellow into a new world, only to be rebranded as the Orphan with a new name, after surviving the harrowing Trial by Fear. In a reality where every seventeen years old mortal must claim a Tower to continue living, he must endure the Sequences of Events, a series of lethal trials required to cultivate his path. To the world, he is merely a seventeen-year-old Slumberer treading a dangerous road, but in secret, he carries a Trait branded only as ‘??’ and a prophetic sight so volatile he must feign blindness to protect it. Driven by visions of a future hero, he walks a tightrope between the creeping rot of Severity and his own destruction, haunted by a singular question: at what cost does one chase a destiny seen through eyes that should not see? ༺༻ Update Schedule: Updates were released once or twice a day, at varying times. Copyright © 2026 by Sowerchild.

“I gave you my soul in my last life. In this one, I’ll settle for your crown.” ~ In my first life, I was the devoted Queen. I waited two months for my husband, King Lauren, to return from the front lines—only for him to walk through the palace gates with a beautiful young maiden by his side and a decree in his hand: ‘She would be the new Queen’. And because of that evil beauty he brought to our kingdom, I died a discarded "nobody," executed for a crime I didn't commit. But death didn't take me. It sent me back. I woke up on the morning of his return. The crowds are cheering, the flowers are blooming, and my husband is about to humiliate me in front of the entire kingdom. But he doesn't know I've changed. He doesn't know I've returned with a special skill that makes me the most dangerous woman in the room. Before he can introduce his "New Queen," I hand him the one thing no one in this kingdom has ever dared to ask for: Divorce papers. In our land, a Queen asking for divorce is an abomination punishable by stoning. But Lauren thinks I’m bluffing. He looks me in the eye, tears my petition to shreds, and growls, “You are my wife. I will never stamp those papers.” He thinks he is keeping me trapped. He doesn't realize he has trapped himself in a palace with a woman who knows every one of his secrets—and is prepared to burn his kingdom to the ground just to see him sign his name. My goal is simple; I will make him fall... not in love, but to his knees. Since he spent my first life making me cry. I’ll spend my second making him bleed.

Shrouded Personas Series: A world split up into sixteen different nations, some more peaceful than others, some more prosperous than others. An assassin, Timber Narissara, has turned to a more peaceful life upon graduating high school. However, due to the poverty of her nation, Sareanin, she is forced to struggle and persevere through her pain. However, once a job comes up in Vakmite, she and her boss both agree that they should accept no matter how sketchy it may be. Timber has to travel across an ocean with a crew of varying personalities and backgrounds in order to get the job done and be able to support her boss and keep him going for just a bit longer. Will she be able to get the job done with no issues at all? Or will she have to resort to her teachings in order to survive in a lesser-known land?

Noosphere. This is the name of a rectangular robot assistant created by a young science enthusiast. That's right, that's my identity, I'm just a simple robot. It was a knowledge I immediately grasped when he activated me in his makeshift lab, from a room that might have once been a unused bedroom. I was programmed with some of his own modules that he thought were more useful than 'factory-made junk', he said. "Just call me Master, that's more convenient." Thus I began living with him in this all too quiet Neoclassical mansion, but it seems my Master's real life is not as peaceful as I thought. What mystery is he hiding?

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 Lesbian and OP.

"You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? ⚠️WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

Adele de Frostfang, born a princess and a Luna by blood, she was never meant to be invisible. Yet at twenty-two, she remains unmated, powerless, and whispered about behind gilded doors. Her childhood spent in hospitals left her sheltered and naïve, while her younger sister shines effortlessly in the spotlight of society. In a world ruled by packs, power, and bonds, a Luna without a mate is seen as incomplete—and disposable. Tired of pity and ridicule, she makes a reckless decision: if fate will not give her a mate, she will choose one herself. She decides to learn the ways of high-circle from a rogue, what begins as lessons in confidence, society, and adulthood slowly turns into something deeper. But secrets cannot stay buried forever. This is a modern werewolf romance about choice, growth, forbidden bonds, and a no-mate Luna who dares to write her fate.

Brains Don’t Bleed Seung-min believed intelligence could solve anything—until it dragged him into a gang that survives on violence. Forced to grow stronger, he crosses paths with Hye-joo, a fighter bound to the same enemies by a past soaked in loss. Enemies at first, allies by necessity, they’re pushed into a fight where survival demands both mind and muscle. Because in their world, brains don’t bleed… people do.

Adam died on Earth and woke up in the Naruto world. He doesn't have a "System," but he has two powerful gifts: the Light-Light Fruit (giving him the speed of light) and a Mask that gives him the sword skills of Roronoa Zoro. In the Konoha Academy, Adam pretends to be just a weak, average student. Nobody notices him. But when he puts on the mask, he changes completely. He becomes a terrifying villain who follows no rules. He strikes with light speed and fights like a demon. He is so dangerous that even the Akatsuki are afraid to attack him. Madara warns his team: "Stay away from this 'Zoro.' He is too strong and will ruin our plans." Pain is shocked when he faces him: "I am the God of Pain... but you act like the God of Death."

A World in which everyone can access Magic through conversion of Energy, this in particular is a story about a child. A child who wishes to become a hero. Little does he know, he embarks himself on a journey that transcends the very concept of life itself, all starting with a fateful encounter of a Demon. To what the child will encounter in this world? That's up to you to read and find out. New Chapters every Saturday. Give it a Read and a spot for your collection if you can

Seven awakens with no memories in Paradise Valley, a land where survival is the only law. Marked by the Edict - an unseen authority that grants supernatural Gifts - he becomes one of the Awakened, bound to power he neither understands nor trusts. In a world overrun by monsters and ruled by ruthless Awakened, death is common and mercy is forgotten. As Seven fights to survive and uncovers fragments of his past, he must decide whether to master the darkness within him… or become another monster of Paradise Valley.

In a world where noble houses clash, magical academies hide secrets, and ancient powers stir unseen, Aislinn Roosevelt navigates her way through a life far stranger than she imagined. Between mischievous dragons, mysterious quests, and nobles with dangerous agendas, nothing is ever ordinary… and sometimes, survival comes with a side of chaos—and laughter. Who can she trust? What is real? And will she ever get a moment of peace—

shen huai , a miserable guy ignored by the people in earth, betrayed by his own lover somehow awakened the strongest system in existence and transmigrated to a advanced lower level planet and started his new journey....... why the Strongest system choose him ? why he was betrayed by his lover ? did huai always have to suffer like this or something interesting going to happen in his new life ? . . . The air in the hidden valley was thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the cold, crisp edge of mountain dew. Above, the stars were scattered like crushed diamonds across a velvet sky, but for Shen Huai, the only light that mattered was the steady, grounding presence of the man beside him. They stood on the edge of a moonlit pavilion, the silence between them heavy with the things they rarely dared to say. "The path we walk is written in blood and ancient laws, Huai," Yan Wuhe said softly. His voice, usually as sharp as the edge of his blade, held a rare, jagged vulnerability. He didn't look up, his fingers tracing the hilt of his sword. "Eternity is a long time to spend looking over your shoulder." Shen Huai stepped closer, the silk of his white robes whispering against the stone floor. He reached out, his touch as light as a falling petal as he placed his hand over Yan Wuhe’s. The contrast was stark: the scholar’s pale, steady hand over the warrior’s calloused, battle-scarred knuckles. "Then do not look back," Shen Huai whispered, leaning in until their shoulders brushed. "The 'system' may govern the heavens, and the 'Dao' may dictate the flow of time, but it has no power over this moment. Look at me, Wuhe." Slowly, Yan Wuhe turned. The moonlight caught the sharp planes of his face, softening the eternal frown he wore as a shield. When his eyes met Shen Huai’s, the intensity was enough to steal the breath from the air. "I have lived for the blade for so long," Wuhe murmured, his hand finally turning to lace his fingers through Huai's. "I forgot that there was anything worth coming home to." "You are my home," Shen Huai replied, his voice a vow. He reached up, his thumb grazing the small crimson mark on his own forehead before settling on Wuhe's cheek. The distance between them vanished. It wasn't a kiss of desperation, but one of profound recognition—a slow, deep merging of two souls who had finally found their center in a chaotic universe. It tasted of salt, longing, and the quiet promise of a thousand lifetimes. In that small circle of warmth, the primordial forces of the world felt distant. For a few heartbeats, there were no sects, no wars, and no destiny. There was only the steady rhythm of two hearts beating as one, carved out of the silence of eternity... . . . until the day He learns the truth, learns the secret that his system holds... Caution: yaoi, possesive, golden retriever, loving, loving family, LGBTQ, antagonist story, strong from the beginning, transmigrated, war, killing, technology, alchemist, miracle doctor, mysterious past, lot of couples , No Harem, Fated mate, aggressive antagonist, hiding real power...

I was transmigrated into my all-time favorite magical steampunk fantasy RPG game called "Of Steam & Sorcery: Dark Reckoning". Not as the hero. Not as the villain. Not even as a side character. I’m just a random background mob that disappears after the beginning of the tutorial. The problem? This game is infamous for its unbalanced threat escalation. Every arc introduces ridiculously strong villains, world ending events, and irreversible disasters. Entire continents fall as part of the main storyline, costing the lives of countless NPCs. And I know all of it. If I follow the script, I might die. And if I interfere too much, I might trigger a worse route. So I must stay in the background and take advantage of absolutely everything to survive. Every easter egg. Every hidden quest. Every game-breaking exploit the developers never patched. And maybe, just maybe… survive long enough to see the final boss get slain by the protagonist.

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 Hunters to ever live. For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon 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.

A world without gods struggles against cunning and dangerous monsters from another realm, teetering on the brink of collapse—until… Silvanus never expected to die at the peak of his glory. He was on stage one second, accepting his third consecutive Best Actor award. The next, he was dead—crushed by a falling glass stage light in a tragically ungraceful demise. But the worst part was yet to come. He didn't indeed die. Instead, he woke up in an entirely different world, one on the verge of being swallowed by darkness due to an overwhelming invasion of monstrous creatures. [Beep—Acting System activated! Greetings, my god. Please create your character and start collecting Acting Points!] Thus, humanity discovered that they now had gods, divine protectors who guided them in their battles against monsters… A god who feared everything yet could foresee the future. A narcissistic deity who commanded water and life itself. A depraved being who, despite his corruption, remained undefeated against even the strongest creatures. No one knew they were all the same person. "Worship me. Believe in me without end. And one day, I shall truly descend upon this world…" ... Silvanus once thought that all he needed to do was seal the endlessly appearing dungeons, but the world was far broader than he had imagined. As secrets gradually came to light, Silvanus’s journey toward becoming a true god grew ever more difficult, entangled with even greater conspiracies. Can Silvanus rediscover himself and complete his own growth in order to repel the darker, more sinister forces that are constantly plotting to invade the worlds under his dominion?

Whenever his vital energy declines and his physical functions start going downhill, Li Ji'an will undergo Rejuvenation, returning once again to the body of an eight-year-old... "So similar, it's really too similar, almost like he was carved from the same mold as my junior brother when he was a child." "Alike, so much alike, incredibly similar to the person in my great-grandmother's painting." "...Ancestor? Is that you?" "...Reincarnation of the Daoist Venerable?" "...Rebirth of the Immortal King?" ...

The Ancient Immortal has returned, and with the invasion of evil entities into the mortal world, a storm of bloodshed and chaos is unleashed. To ensure his own safety, Bai Mo trains ten thousand fox disciples. "Human society, surely not the only Sequence Seven. "Besides the president, there must be others lurking in the corners of human society." Bai Mo was very certain. Because, he himself was Sequence Seven.