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[Karmic Points Calculated... Processing Soul Transmigration...] [Target > Basic Toad] [ERROR… Recalibrating Transmigration Protocol...] [New Vessel Located… Soul Transfer Complete] [WARNING > Original Host Memories Corrupted… Data Retrieval Failed] [Compensation Protocol Initiated...] [Host Has Gained SSS-Rank Summoner Authority] [All Contracted Summons Unlocked] [All Abilities Accessible] [WARNING > … Error… Error… Error… Survive The End of The… ] [Current Quest > Survive Your Assassination] An underground fighter wakes up in a body that isn't his, in a world he doesn't understand, and surrounded by people who want him dead. The half-elf, half-orc bastard prince is wed to a wife seeking his death. His servants conspire against him. His father and brothers pretend he doesn’t exist. And his desolate province is a graveyard for outcasts and rejects. Armed with the power of an SSS-rank Summoner and a system that turns survival into a deadly game, Vox Arachi must reclaim his power, survive the court’s assassination plots, transform his dying province, and unite nine warring races to end the influence of a mad god. All while navigating summons who also try to kill him. And who granted him such a glitchy system anyway? Disclaimer: - Profanity & strong language - OP MC (progressive) - No harem Other Tags: #Horror #Kingdombuilding #Humour #Royalfamily

"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

A thousand years have passed since the Variants first appeared from the Rifts. God answered the prayers of the human race and gave them a chance to fight back. He bestowed special marks called crests upon twelve who were worthy, granting them unfathomable power to fend off the wave of attacks. Well… that's what the church wants us to think. Man, being man, found a way. And in the present day, large numbers of the population have crests, and those that don't are treated as second-rate. This was the case with Marcus, who spent most of his life doing odd jobs—until one of those jobs led to his demise. At the hands of whom?? The son of a major crest-bearing house. Marcus is reincarnated into the body of his killer and soon finds that despite being from a major house, the boy did not have a crest. At least, not one that was bestowed upon him by God.

They called her the daughter of death, a deadly assassin whose name alone struck terror into the hearts of the powerful. When her own story ended in blood, she opened her eyes as Shen Yelan, the disgrace of the Shen family. Called a jinx and a bad omen, she was despised and scorned by the very people who should have protected her. But after a kidnapping incident, the weak Shen Yelan was gone. In her place was the cold and lethal soul of the legendary assassin. After a lifetime of killing, she craved only a peaceful, ordinary life. But first, she had one final mission: revenge. Every debt must be repaid. There’s just one problem. For some reason, a certain second young master won’t leave her alone. Everyone in the city knows about Huo Ziyan. Cold as winter frost, handsome as sin, and absolutely untouchable. He had built his own business empire before the age of twenty and crushed anyone foolish enough to cross him. Rumor had it he doesn't have a heart. So why did he keep showing up wherever she went? . . . “Baby, you said this was your last mission.” “It is.” “Then after it's over, marry me, okay?” “……Get lost.”

Chen Yu was backstabbed at the peak of his cultivation. Betrayed by his juniors, he chose to die on his own terms. Though with his final breath, Chen Yu attempted to ascend into the Immortal Realm. He failed. But instead of oblivion, Chen Yu opened his eyes in the past, back in a classroom before everything went wrong. Now with knowledge of betrayal, along with secrets and memories of how close he came to immortality, Chen Yu will attempt the most dangerous evolution of all: To shed the limits of a lowly Snake, and rise as an almighty Dragon— And make those who betrayed him pay the price. Other Tags: Urban - Slice of Life - Xuanhuan - Beast Hunting - Strong MC - Dragons - Multiple Love Interests (NOT HAREM)

As the urge to ascend increases power slowly becomes a necessity deceition and the secrets of the world start to unravel Who are the Gods? What is the feared Chaos? Why is the world the way it is? the world contains many secrets yet most are not known would power change you? or would you be changed by power? In the pursuit of absolute power Merlin seems to put his life at stake without fear nor regret, abondons his human morals and ideas What fate awaits him as he pursuers his goal?

A world of magic. A "mage" born without it. And an outrageous f*cking crew. In the Valley Kingdom, where steampunk meets futurism and magic means status, one Guild stands wildly apart: the Black Wolf Knights, or rather—the Black Wolves. Their leader, Greed, carries neither magic nor nobility, only a title he never wanted and a forgotten past. And his crew is as unhinged as they are loyal: A Ghost-mage whose eyepatch hides more than it covers. A powerhouse who hits like a Behemoth and naps for sport. A vice captain too keen for his own good... and who cooks like a master chef. A horned lunatic with zero sense of danger—because she is the danger. A cyborg. A wolfdog the size of a lyconbear. And others just as—if not more—chaotic. The Black Wolves survive on grit, loyalty, and a collection of insanely broken abilities. But when a conspiracy threatens to swallow the Kingdom—and pins the crime on them—they become fugitives in the very nation they swore to protect. Armed with a strange power that defies magic. A crew ready to leap off any cliff with him. And a memory fighting to resurface. Greed, the Black Wolves, and a few allies must face enemies the Kingdom never saw coming. The Valley never believed in them. But they might be their last hope. Expect: - Black Clover meets Final Fantasy meets JJK meets Vox Machina - NOT isekai, reincarnation (not in the way you think at least), evolution, system, or cultivation. Go look for that elsewhere - OP MC from the start with no magic [NOT ANTI-MAGIC], progressively gets even more OP - Harem relationships in the beginning, moderate fanservice and some sex scenes (hate me), and strong romance subplot towards the end with only one girl - Multiple perspectives from multiple characters - Intricate plot, tons of world building, character building, backstories, and fighting - A long, ongoing story Author's note: This book is only available on Royal Road, Webnovel, Scribble Hub, Inkitt, Wattpad, and featured on Chereads as well for the time being. If you're reading it anywhere else, it is entirely without my permission.

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

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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?’

On a quiet backstreet in Seoul, there’s a small café that never closes. Warm lights glow through the windows long after midnight. The coffee is strong, the bread is fresh, and the people inside seem… a little too watchful. They call it Five Leaves Café. Few customers know that the gentle owner who brews their coffee once led a secret military squad that officially “never existed.” Or that the smiling barista, the clumsy cook, the soft-spoken baker, and the playful floor manager were once ghosts of the battlefield too. They survived missions no one would admit happened. Then one day, they disobeyed an order. And lost everything. Now, Kang Do-hyun only wants one thing — a quiet life where no one else gets hurt. No more guns. No more blood. Just coffee… and lights that stay on. But peace is fragile. When Yoon Se-rin, the nation’s most beloved actress, stumbles into his café while running from relentless cameras and a life she can no longer breathe in, their worlds collide. She lives under spotlights. He hides in the shadows. She’s adored by millions. He trusts no one. Yet somehow, in the stillness after closing time, between burnt coffee, shared meals, and sleepless nights, they begin to find something they thought they’d lost long ago— Comfort. Safety. Home. But the past doesn’t disappear so easily. Old missions resurface. Secrets begin to unravel. And the closer Se-rin gets to Do-hyun, the more dangerous loving him becomes. Because some ghosts don’t stay buried. And some wars follow you home. Still… Every night, the café lights turn on. Waiting. For the broken. For the lost. For anyone who needs a place to rest. And maybe— for two tired hearts learning how to love again.

When Mara becomes the target of a threat she doesn’t understand, survival comes down to one decision: trust the man hired to protect her. Ethan Cole is a professional — quiet, disciplined, and dangerously capable. He’s trained to keep his distance, follow the rules, and never get emotionally involved. But hiding together in a rain-soaked city blurs every line they’re not supposed to cross. As danger closes in, trust turns intimate, and attraction becomes unavoidable. With secrets unraveling and time running out, Mara and Ethan must face a truth neither of them planned for — sometimes the safest place isn’t behind a weapon or a plan, but in the arms of the person you never meant to fall for.

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.

"My lady, you don't have to use your divine body on him! It's not necessary! Allow me instead!" Morena pleaded. "No, I must... After all, it's my story. I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want." She laughed, her voice dripping with manipulation. I was just a high school student who loved writing. My entire life revolved around novels. Thousands of stories consumed, countless worlds explored, all building toward one dream: creating my own masterpiece. Then a freak accident killed me, my best friend, and some random boy we'd just met. As I took my last breath, only one regret burned through me: I never got to finish my novel. Everything went dark. When I opened my eyes, I stood before a god. She smiled at me with cruel amusement and offered a deal: complete my story from the inside, as a character that never existed in the original plot. Before I could answer, reality shattered around me. [Ding! You have successfully transmigrated into "The Life of an Evergreen"] '...What?' I wasn't the hero. I wasn't even a villain. I was nobody... a character I never wrote. But here's the thing about being the author: I know every secret, every twist, every character's deepest fear. I wrote this world with my own hands... which means I know exactly how to break it. "You think you can rewrite your own story?" "I already did once. What's stopping me from doing it again?" If gods want to play games with my creation, then I'll show them what happens when the author steps into his own world. I'll manipulate every character, exploit every plotline, and twist this story until it bends to my will. Because when you know how everything ends, survival becomes child's play. The real question is: how far will I go to finish what I started? === Discord: https://discord.gg/38HTkz2Yw3

A man walks into the police station and confesses to a murder that hasn’t occurred… yet. When the crimes inevitably come true, the authorities are baffled. Is it luck, coincidence, or something darker?

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

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 customized 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?

“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

A former police officer dies and is longing for a quiet and peaceful life away from the chaos. Reborn in a new world, he must navigate strange lands, unexpected challenges, and a chance at the slow life he always dreamed of, if he can survive long enough to enjoy it.

Lin Chen woke up in the half-dead body of a mine slave—starved, poisoned by the air, and still carrying the remnants of the toxic mushrooms that had killed the original owner of this body. In this brutal world, he was forced to toil in a black iron ore mine. Mining came with constant danger: toxic mist kept seeping from the tunnel walls, and disgusting ore-rats—monstrous, rodent-like creatures—lurked in the darkness. The mine was ruled by merciless regulations. Meet the ore quota—or face savage whippings. Fail badly enough and the rune on your neck would activate, torturing you until you passed out. Every day was a gamble between choking down foul, ammonia-reeking slop or feeling the overseer’s whip tear open your skin. Here, a human life was worth far less than a single piece of black iron ore. One day, Lin Chen found something valuable inside a rat burrow—but his discovery only earned him a brutal theft, a flurry of kicks, and a body left barely clinging to life. An old miner, another slave, offered him the only flicker of warmth in those darkest moments: a scrap of food, some makeshift medicine, stories of the past, and a dream of freedom that tasted bitterly out of reach. The only thing the old man left behind was a worn, faded wooden token and an unfinished final message. That wooden token felt strangely warm in his hand, as though it carried a meaning he couldn’t yet grasp. Lin Chen didn’t know what it was for, but he knew one thing for sure: it could never fall into the hands of the mine’s thugs. Day after day, his body grew frailer. Pointless struggles, endless hunger, raging fevers, and poison steadily eating him from the inside. His vision began to blur. The toxic air had rotted his lungs. With trembling hands, he reached for the last of the poisonous mushrooms—the same kind that had killed this body’s original owner. If death was coming anyway, at least he wouldn’t die with an empty stomach. As his consciousness slowly faded, an unfamiliar interface suddenly appeared before his eyes—something that shouldn’t exist in this world. Loading complete. Black liquid began seeping out from his pores. His body was still weak, the poison still inside him, but he didn’t die. In a freezing, ramshackle hut that night, Lin Chen stared at the mysterious panel floating in front of him. The eyes that had once been empty now held a faint glimmer. Something had changed. And for the first time, he felt… maybe—just maybe—there might be a way out.