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Fu¢k First, Kill Later.

Five years ago, My family was massacred, and my position and assets stripped, while my brother and fiance were left to die, hung on a line. My once happy home, my happy life turned into a miserable nightmare of power and political struggle. By the man I just crawled at his feet for days begging, the man who gave me his words. "Your tragedy is boring," he promised, an empty smile touching his lips. "I am not responsible for your family's downfall and I never intended to kill any of them just because of our feud." He said. But it was all a lie. With nothing left for me but an empty empire a crack crown and my only light–my kid brother. I sought power, for revenge, from the Fugimaka, and assassination-spy clan, and now, I'm a top agent assassin known as "Butterfly Who is assigned with the task of killing a man– Zenkai Kastone Godfather of Kawagashi region— the very man that turned my world inside out. But... he didn't die!! He was persistent, clinging to life like a leech. Wounded, with my plans failed, I turned to what remained of my home. Only to be betrayed and sold out by my fiance, I dropped everything, my name, my title and my face. I went into hiding as he searched for me, burning the city to drag me out. Three years later, I infiltrated his world as his personal assistant, dismantling his empire from within, killing his trusted man... As I have promised the heavens and earth by my family blood to Kill Zenkai, destroy his empire and build my legacy on his ashes. And kill Asael my fiance.
Aurora_Glows · 11.4k Views

Runemaster in the Last Days

Coming back from the magic world, Riya rebuked her shameless stepmother. She was back to her first life with the world treasure and thought that her life would be smooth sailing. But… What was happening with the environment? Why did the mana suddenly recover on this Green Planet? And why did those magic beasts also appear? Riya: ??? Ah, Riya silently swore to secretly become stronger to deal with these magic beasts that went on rampage. She would use her runes to make a better life while watching the world recover from the destruction. Unfortunately, things were not so simple. Her best friend’s brother suddenly locked his attention on her. “Ah, ah, ah, you don't have to mind me….” “The runes you make are really interesting. Can you show me more?” The man smiled and stepped closer. “I…I can, but can you please not come too close?!” Riya just wanted to meditate silently, so how did she suddenly attract this big boss’s attention? ... Additional tags: #strong female lead, #magic, #space, #superpower, #abilities Join the discord to chat with the author and other readers: https://discord.gg/pBy2wGB ... Other novels: -Flowers Bloom from Battlefield [complete] - Under the Veil of Night [complete] - 7 Path of the Lilies [on long hiatus] - 1 Year of Beginning [complete] - Villain Lady [complete] - Science and Fantasy [complete] - 2 Years of Restarting [complete] - The Quiet Empress [complete] - The Villain's Little Cat [complete] - Astral Flower [complete] - Villain Princess [on going] - Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower [on going] ... Follow me on IG: @sora100518
Sorahana · 2.2m Views

Becoming a God Starts with Acting

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? . . Minimum 7 chapters/week. Support the story with Power Stones and Golden Tickets! Thanks a lot.
Orange_Lee · 1.1m Views

Dear Santa, Satan Here

Nick is the 394th generation of Satan, the son of the 393rd Satan, the grandson of the 392nd, the great-grandson of the 391st and so on, tracing backward to the greatest Satan of all: the progenitor who laid the foundation for humanity’s entire career of moral decay. That primordial Satan had no need for oversized horns or vast wings. His true “achievement” lay in turning evil into habit, sin into daily routine, and making humans commit wrongdoing with faces full of willing consent. He was the first to conceive the hereditary model of Hell, where power is inherited by bloodline, while responsibility is… always passed down to the next generation. His descendants carried on that legacy with remarkable creativity: one generation specialized in inventing ever more subtle temptations; another focused on soul contracts with fine print; yet another achieved success without lifting a finger, because humans were destroying one another faster than demons could tempt them. As a result, Hell expanded more departments, more layers of management, and countless meetings in which no one could remember what the original purpose had been. As the 394th generation, Nick grew up beneath the family’s impossibly long shadow. He bore not only demonic blood but also the pressure to “make something of himself,” because in a family whose ancestors once dragged the entire world into downfall, becoming an ordinary Satan was, in fact, the greatest failure of all. Thanks to being born with pedigree, Nick was exceedingly arrogant and haughty. With horns larger than any antelope’s and wings capable of turning day into night, he gave himself the grandiose nickname Nick, Blood of the First. He lived without fear of anyone wherever he went, humans trembled. And he didn’t stop there: he forced humans to carve statues of him, to worship him. There was even a group of humans who voluntarily formed themselves into his flock. Until one day… Nick was utterly defeated in a battle with Gabiuel. Not the kind of loss that could be blamed on circumstances, but a clear, clean defeat, witnessed by far too many eyes that should never have seen it. From that moment on, Nick vanished from every Hellish banquet, bolted his doors shut, and lived with humiliation like a brand-new heirloom, one no member of the Satan lineage had ever been forced to inherit before. One year after the entire world was shaken by the disappearance of the demon Satan, Gabiuel appeared at Nick’s door. He knocked with a politeness that was suspiciously excessive and presented an even more suspicious proposal: go down to the human world and investigate a series of child-disappearance cases. To Nick, it sounded almost absurd. A descendant of Satan, bearer of pure Hellish blood, going to save children? But Gabiuel calmly said that if the case succeeded, he would allow Nick a public match before all relevant parties and officially restore his honor, the one thing Nick had lacked since the day of his defeat. That promise made Nick hesitate. For a long time. And then, at last, he agreed. Only, the “honor” Gabiuel spoke of turned out to be far harder to swallow than Nick had imagined. Because the moment he set foot in the human world, Nick discovered that his mission was not to investigate in Hell’s usual fashion, but to… serve as Santa Claus’s assistant. Gabiuel explained, with a logic so reasonable it was impossible to refute, that all the disappearances occurred during Christmas, and the person who could approach children most frequently, most legitimately and with the least suspicion from parents was none other than Santa Claus. And so, amid twinkling lights, ringing bells, and the cloying sweetness of gingerbread, one of Hell’s most arrogant Satanic descendants was forced to don a glaring red suit, learn how to smile kindly… and begin the strangest investigation in the history of both Heaven and Hell.
Umee_uuuuuuw · 791 Views

Villainess is being pampered by her beast husbands

There are times—far too many times—when you feel that uncontrollable urge to kill someone. For Kaya, this… this was exactly that moment. “Repeat what you just said?” She’d seen hell on the battlefield—second-in-command of a military unit, dodging bullets, dragging traitors by the collar, and coming out alive with grit under her nails. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared her for the sight of her spineless husband flirting with her own sister. Right in front of her. “I could never marry a barbarian like you. The one I... I like is Meera—” Blah blah. The same pitiful nonsense again. You think—what could possibly be worse than this? And then, right on cue, your idiotic sister chimes in, completely serious, “I just poisoned you.” Wow. BANG. Before anyone could even react, Meera collapsed. Dead. Her so-called husband gasped like a fish dragged out of water. “Y-you…” He dropped to his knees, staring at Kaya like he was seeing a monster rise from the dark. “You killed your sister?! How could y—?” BANG. Second bullet. Same spot. He dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Silence. ... Just when Kaya thought her story had finally reached its bitter end, the universe—no, god himself—decided to throw in one last, ridiculous twist. “Wife… wife, didn’t you say you were gonna eat me? Why’d you stop?” A snake beast, ridiculously charming and glowing like some immortal fantasy, clung to her, eyes gleaming. Another voice interrupted. “Shut up! My wife wants to cuddle me now—” A sparrow beastman leapt into her arms, like that made any sense. “Hic… wife, don’t you want me anymore?” A panda-like beastman sat beside her, huge, sniffly, and wronged like a child abandoned at a festival. Sitting in the middle of all this, Kaya was absolutely dumbfounded. ‘When the hell did all of this even start?’
K1ERA · 530.4k Views