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Malicious Compliance: The Necromancer Who Hated His Script

"Oh look. Another betrayal. Another truck. Another “brooding” Necromancer. You people really have simple tastes, don’t you?" Kaito was a simple electrician. He knew how to fix short circuits, but he wasn’t prepared for the absolute disaster that was his love life. When he discovered his girlfriend Lucy was cheating on him with Nick—a guy so blonde and American he practically bled apple pie—Kaito didn’t cry. He didn’t mope. He did the worst possible thing. He grabbed them both and dove headfirst under the nearest Truck-kun. The result? Nick and Lucy were reborn as the chosen Hero and Saint, beloved by the world and boosted by destiny itself. Kaito was reborn as Mordecai von Ravenloft, the edgiest Necromancer to ever grace a digital page. There’s just one problem. Mordecai has read too many trashy webnovels—and he hates every second of his new life. The System forces him to say cringe “cool lines,” assigns him quests he despises, and gave him a dark-and-handsome look that’s basically bait for thirsty fanfiction writers. His first minion is Larry, a depressed skeleton with the work ethic of a government employee on a Monday morning. Mordecai doesn’t want to save the world. He doesn’t even want to destroy it. He wants revenge. Not quick kills. Not dramatic duels. He’s here to systematically dismantle Nick and Lucy’s “Influencer Hero” careers—exposing secrets, glitching quests, and turning their perfect kingdom into a bureaucratic nightmare. Unfortunately, the System has other plans. Thanks to the cursed Protagonist Aura, Mordecai accidentally attracts a “harem” he never asked for: dysfunctional, dangerous women who treat romance like a hostile work environment. From HOA-enforcing Banshees to alchemists whose potions violate the Geneva Convention, his life only gets worse. And then there’s the progression system. How do you beat a Hero with a Holy Sword? By eating literal garbage. Broken buttons. Rat tails. Expired coupons. Consume trash, gain permanent, game-breaking stats. Who needs legendary weapons when you have [Max Shame Resistance]? This is a LitRPG satire about exploiting the System, bullying destiny, and proving that power fantasies collapse the moment someone refuses to play along. What to expect: Interactive story: the MC reads your comments—and may insult you for them Junk-Food Progression: power through pure degeneracy Dysfunctional Harem: no catgirls, only problems Pure Spite: love conquers all… unless you exploit the source code Fourth Wall Obliteration: Mordecai knows you’re reading this If you want a noble hero, go read Nick’s story. If you want to watch a man on the verge of a nervous breakdown use the apocalypse to prove how basic your tastes are— Welcome aboard. Content warning: graphic violence, strong language, excessive cringe.
Ryukiro · 5.9k Views

2K BASKETBALL SYSTEM

In the bustling city of Dasmariñas, Cavite in Philippines, a young man named Tristan Herrera dreams of becoming a basketball superstar. The only problem is he has absolutely no talent for the sport. Desperate, he makes a wish at a local wishing well, and to his surprise, he's granted the 2K Basketball System. Suddenly, Tristan's life is transformed into a video game. He can now see his own stats, practice drills with incredible efficiency, and even unlock badges and abilities that give him an edge on the court. But as he rises through the ranks, he discovers that the system has a dark side. The more he relies on its power, the more he loses his own sense of self, and he must decide whether to continue using the system to chase his dreams or find the courage to play the game on his own terms. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner, while the names of certain basketball clubs, competitions, and figures are used for the purpose of creating a sense of realism, this story is purely imaginary. No association with or endorsement by any actual person, team, club, governing body, or organization is intended or should be inferred. All trademarks and service marks, including club and federation names, are the property of their respective owners, and no infringement intended. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, beyond those clearly identified, is purely coincidental. DISCORD: https://discord.gg/cfWC4TrS
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