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Path of the Radiance: Journeying Against the Realms

When Lin Yaochen opened his 18th birthday present, filled with joy and anticipation, he stared in disbelief at a battered old compass. “This is my birthday gift? You’ve got to be kidding me!” he protested, convinced his parents were playing a prank on him. “This is no joke. It’s the Yao Disc. It can help you find the Five Yao Bearers,” his mother said. What was even more outrageous was that his father claimed they were superpowered beings from another world—and that Yaochen himself was burdened with the mission of seeking the Five Yao and restoring order to the Yao Realm. “Ha! That’s more ridiculous than a street juggling act. You really expect me to believe that?” But when his father tore open a rift in the air and shoved him straight into the Yao Realm, Yaochen was completely stunned. Before he could process what had happened, a voice called out to him. The speaker was none other than the family’s black dog—Mozi—the one that never seemed to age. “This has to be because I got out of bed the wrong way today… There’s no way this is real,” he muttered in disbelief. “Young master, welcome to your Journey of Seeking the Yao. I am your guide spirit beast—Mozi.” “What kind of century-long joke is this?! Why should I run around with this broken compass looking for people? I want to go home!” he shouted in frustration. “Oh, that won’t be possible,” Mozi replied cheerfully. “You can only return after you’ve found all Five Yao Bearers. So please do take this quest seriously!”
Misiya · 9k Views

My Harem is a Tool For World Domination (And Other Chores)!

Zen Arclight didn’t want to rule the world. He just wanted a competent staff. In his previous life, Zen was a high-powered executive who died of a stress-induced stroke while screaming at incompetent interns. His dying wish? To never lift a finger again. When he wakes up in a crumbling temple with a "Sovereign System" initialising in his brain, he isn't interested in adventure. He ignores the prophecy. He ignores the dungeons. He just wants a nap, a hot bath, a house that doesn't smell like goblin rot, and good food. But to get comfortable, he needs help. With his new ability, [Sovereign’s Voice], which allows him to issue commands that make people he bonds with feel complete and euphoric obedience, Zen believes this is the ultimate HR solution. He doesn't want a harem of lovers; he wants a team of efficient employees. Zen: "I need a house; this ruin is draughty." What they hear: "The Sovereign requires an impenetrable fortress." Zen: "Can’t a man just have some good food around here?" What they interpret: "The Sovereign requires tribute from the fertile lands of the South." Zen thinks he’s enjoying a peaceful retirement; his harem thinks they are the Generals of the Apocalypse serving a God-Emperor, while the world thinks a Terrifying Tyrant is slowly conquering the continent. Zen just wants his laundry done. But if accidental world domination is the price of clean sheets... so be it.
DegeneratedPervert · 7.4k Views

To Make Him Fall...or not

“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.
FaeyVor5651 · 15.8k Views