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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.

Arthur Moreau was not just a player. He was the best. In a massively multiplayer game notorious for its brutal complexity and unforgiving systems, Arthur stood at the top. While others blamed imbalance or randomness, he mapped mechanics, dissected probabilities, and reduced chaos to structure. His reputation was not built on personality. It was built on dominance. At the center of that dominance stood his character: Gepetto. The most powerful Marionettist ever created. A class feared for its indirect warfare, battlefield control, and absolute manipulation. Gepetto did not overpower enemies — he repositioned them. He did not charge into combat — he decided who moved, who fell, and who never realized they were already defeated. Then, during a live broadcast, everything fractures. No warning. No transition screen. No system notification. Arthur is dragged into the game. Not as a beginner. Not as a weakened version of himself. But as Gepetto — at the height of his power. His skills remain. His mechanical knowledge remains. His understanding of builds, factions, exploits, and hidden systems remains. What changes is the world. Pain is real. Death is permanent. There is no respawn. No reset. No logout. And the systems he once exploited now react unpredictably — because players were variables. People are not. Trapped inside the body of the most feared Marionettist, Arthur realizes something unsettling: Power in theory is clean. Power in reality reshapes everything around it. In this world, the name Arthur Moreau no longer matters. Only one question does: Who truly holds the strings?

It's any otaku's dream to become an OP powerhouse and wipe the competition with ease, to be as good as some of the greats, like sung jin wo or rimuru, this mc wanted nothing more than to be like those, and in his dreams he was faced with a question. If you had the chance to turn it all around, a chance to take a moment and become god, would you take it? to have all the riches you can possibly muster, to have gold you couldn't spend in your lifetime or a legacy that would transcend you're already infinite life. Would you grasp that moment by the horns and never let go. Can you become God of this forsaken world?

The sins of man had been cleansed off the surface of the Earth, thrown into a different world to manifest into a realm of unmistakable evil, malevolence and certain death... That was what the regular humans thought. Those bestowed with the keys to enter this desecrated realm, knew there was more to it. It was a realm of countless realities, possibilities, laws and stories. And each time the bestowed, the Prophets step into this Realm, they would experience fables and transmigrate into brand new worlds, to conquer these stories, so that the bad ones don't manifest on Earth. A strange boy found no place on Earth, but was bestowed with a key to experience these countless words as a Prophet, so that he may try again to find where exactly he belonged. But that was not his only motivation for traversing this Realm of wonder and yet, extreme danger. He also does it to find a cure for his misfortune. For you see, although humans were made from clay, he was created from countless CURSES.

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Once, a body alone ruled the Three Realms. No techniques. No divine arts. Only the absolute peak of Body Cultivation. They called it the Supreme Immortal Body. Then it vanished without warning, leaving the heavens confused, the worlds unsettled, and countless experts arguing over whether it had ever truly existed. It should have remained a forgotten legend. Unfortunately, it did not.

Hello, my fellow Tsunade enjoyers! Tired of MCs collecting more sharingans than Danzo? Had enough of Uchiha revenge plots and Konoha crush plans? Feeling hopeless because of yet another self-insert, wish-fulfillment garbage? Fear not! This book will recharge your Tsunadium daily! Enjoy real romance and peak comedy. Your favorite tsundere heroine is here! What are you waiting for? Get your Limited Edition today—only for 699 ryo!* Sincerely yours, Kakuzu. *(NO REFUNDS) --- What to expect: Romance+comedy combo, with Tsunade as the female lead. MC is strong from the start but plays a supportive role. Not a system novel, though the MC technically has one. MC is a slacker and a flirt, but there’s no harem. Add to this a slight take on Hokage duties and politics. --- It’s a translation, by the way, but I cleaned it up a bit. All credit goes to the original creators. Upload schedule: 1 chapter a day. If you're looking for the raw title or MTL, check out my pinned review below.

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

[You have acquired the skill: Infinite Reincarnation!] In my previous life, I lived like a puppet. And even after death, I was never given freedom—only endless reincarnation. I was reborn as animals, plants, even as a cloud drifting across the sky. [Each time you reincarnate, you will acquire an additional skill.] After countless lives, I finally awakened as a human. Scorn Rothfield, an academy student who could only survive by humiliating himself. Licking teachers to avoid expulsion. Licking bullies so the torture would stop. Licking anyone, just to live one more day. … That was the fate of Scorn Rothfield. But this time was different. Because I realized that this world was identical to a horror game I once played. I knew the story routes. I knew the bad endings. And I knew one thing for certain. If I kept being lapdog, I would die and I didn't knew when I'll be human again. “…In my previous life, I lived as a puppet,” I thought. “So this time—I'll be the one pulling the strings.”

The Red Paladin's sudden absence. A rise in R██████ Troupe Company mercenaries. A strange underlying power that has always existed. Will the Paladins uncover the many mysteries that lie before them? Join Yuna, Ryu, Mercy, Nico and Merphie as they venture deep into the corrupt, long standing country of Retroidica, all while grappling with their interpersonal relationships and perspectives on their Captain's status. Has he really betrayed them?

NEW. MASS UPDATE check out my other novels too!! *** Everyone thought Grant was a broke, useless son-in-law living off his wife’s family. They mocked him. Humiliated him. Treated him like trash. But they were wrong. Behind that quiet smile is a man with unimaginable power… the wealthy young master of the prominent Morgan family. Grant was never the leech they thought he was. He was simply repaying a debt to Daisy’s father—three years of marriage and silent protection. Yet the James family never saw his worth and instead made his life unbearable in every possible way. Daisy James never loved her husband. She pitied him at best… until she started to see the man behind the mask. The way he protected her when no one else would. The quiet strength in his eyes. The secrets he carried alone. Now Daisy’s heart is betraying her. She’s falling for the man everyone calls useless, only to discover he’s the most dangerous man of all. During his time in the James family, Grant uncovers a buried secret tied to his past, one that could destroy everything he’s vowed to protect. And when Grant’s true identity is revealed, Daisy will have to decide: stand by the man she’s only just begun to love… or watch the James family’s darkest secrets consume them both.

Reborn into a realm woven with ancient magic, a young man embarks on a journey filled with danger and discovery. As he battles foes and forges alliances, whispers of a deeper secret stir beneath the surface—an enigma that could change everything he thought he knew. Every step forward draws him closer to truths hidden in shadows, where the line between friend and foe blurs.

Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir. With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den. Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance. He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within. But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built. And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming. He wants his little omega back. But Thorne isn't letting her go. — ~Excerpt~ "Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me." The words hung in the air between us. I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining. My pheromones. They were affecting him. "I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous. Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?" "The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea." My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins. "I want tongue.” — Dark paranormal romance Morally Grey ML Forced proximity Captor/Captive ENEMIES to lovers Fated mates Angst Smut

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 century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities. Like so began the Sword Trials. Worlds against worlds, species against species, set in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG to ever exist. Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency… Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race. Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds. Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached. The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession. Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game. Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses. One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword. Named the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the label of genius changed into garbage overnight. But his “trash” sword held a secret. And so did his soul… Three worlds WILL fall. #Guildbuilding (In the later chapters)

"Power defies fate and fate defies status."—Arthur. In a world ravaged by Cursed creatures, the awakened are humanity's only hope— and its most adored idols. Those with powerful innate abilities become legends, while those with weak aspects are discarded as trash. Arthur was part of the discarded, mocked for his weak aspect and lack of evolution, he was eventually murdered, his story should have ended there. Instead he wakes up in a new body—the body of humanity's greatest nightmare. [Welcome, host] [You have been reborn as the Cursed Lord] Now, Arthur is the very villain the world presumed dead. Gifted with a forbidden path to ascension and power beyond his wildest dreams, he is ready to pave his part in the world. But his new life came with unexpected twists and curses, one is the chilling restrictions: [don't get mad!] Follow Arthur's rise to the pinnacle as he navigates a world that wants him dead, a system of if its own and the dark shadows lurking behind his locked memory.

In her previous life, Han Ruochen was tricked into marriage and was forcibly made the wife of the foolish brother of her husband. She failed to escape, and her legs were broken by her cousin, Han Ziyan, who not only stole her husband but her destiny. She thought that after giving birth to a son and a daughter for the fool, she would be allowed to leave, but unfortunately, fate had other plans. She was killed by her foolish husband, who beat her up until she died, and her entire family was razed by Han Ziyan, whom they had kindly adopted. Han Ruochen hated Han Ziyan to the point that she couldn’t even close her eyes even when she died. However, when she opened her eyes, she was reborn in the nineties, before she lost everything. Armed with the knowledge of her previous life, Han Ruochen started to guard against Han Ziyan and her mother, Meng Yunhan, for she knew that Han Ziyan wasn’t her cousin but her mother’s illegitimate child! And the two of them were determined to snatch her father’s fortune and ruin her siblings to fill the pit made by Han Ziyan’s biological father. But by a stroke of luck, Han Ruochen gained a ‘Golden Finger’. Not only did her strength increase by leaps and bounds, but the sea also became her golden fishing ground. She left on an empty boat and returned with tonnes of expensive seafood. That wasn’t all. With the money and strength, she straightened her siblings and made them walk on the righteous path, where they started to respect the elders and care for the young. Thefts? Corruption? What was that? Come here and let your sister straighten you up with her fishing rod!

Ethan's life was going well... sort of. With three months to his wedding and almost enough savings to finally quit his stripping job, everything seemed almost perfect… Till his fiancé suddenly dumps him, and he loses everything he's ever built... in the span of one week. Standing at the edge of a storybuilding, he's about to throw himself off to end the suffocating pain when he suddenly gets a call... for an interview with a high-ranking company he never applied to. A company under the renowned Alpha Aurelian Vale. The S-tier Alpha who would change his life forever, and just may be tied to Ethan's present and past in more ways than he could even begin to imagine. The Alpha he THINKS he doesn't know. ******* "Why should I trust you? Isn't playing games the core of your business? Everything is a game to you. Even this... "He says, and I step closer to him... pushing myself against him, as I see fear return to his eyes. "You don't know me, Ethan. "I remind him, and I watch the anger in his eyes melt into stubbornness. "And you also don't know me, Mr. Aurelian! "He retorts, and I smirk. That's the Ethan I like. Feisty. "But I do know you. "I say, and he visibly gulps as beads of sweat begin to form across his forehead. "You're impulsive, stubborn, and daring. You are broken and hurting inside, but you mask all that pain with a smile. Never really healing from them, but burying them. Praying the day doesn't come when they rise from their graves. Your humour is your defence mechanism. It makes you feel stronger when you're intimidated or scared. "I continue, and his jaw drops as he gawks at me. I lean in closer to him, enjoying the heat of the proximity, as I drop low enough for my lips to brush against his ear, and his delicate orchid scent fills my lungs. "Am I wrong? "I question him, and he just blinks back. Visibly stunned by my words. I smile in satisfaction at him before stepping away from him, and once again I hit the emergency stop button. "I know you better than you think, Ethan. The sooner you understand this, the better. "I add before reaching for a cigar in my breast pocket and lighting it. I know it's against the rules, but I don't care. "You might want to cover that. "I say, pointing at the bulge in his pants, and he immediately turns red as he tries to drag his shirt down to cover it. Just then, the elevator doors open, and I smirk as people pour into the elevator, looking between Ethan and me. I see the stink eyes I get because of the cigar in my hand, but I only step out of the elevator because of the infant I see a mother carrying. As I leave Ethan behind, I send him a text. *Meet me in the car.*

The world is cruel but one Good person can uplift the curse. Tobi Fujimoto, known for his good nature gets his soul swapped with a ruthless Assassin of the ancient times. What's the meaning of this? What's the purpose of the Person who swapped Tobi with Ryohei?....

The protagonist gains the power of God, saves children and women from suffering, and leads the enslaved to rise up and overthrow their oppressors.