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The most dependable (sarcastic) assassin -- Gao Xuan. Developing himself with an inventory of powerful gear. A master of biding his time, backstabbing, and brutalizing weaklings. Don’t love me. Nothing would come out of this. I am an assassin without feelings.

This is the war between humans and the Ancient God Clan, tracing back to Ancient Times, extending into the future, spanning the river of history, and composing an epic. The Ancient Gods invade reality with a shattered world. Secrets from timeless mythologies reveal the truth. Ascenders traverse the gaps of time and space, journeying between two realms. Reality and transcendence, blade and sword, blood and fire. When the apocalypse arrives, the Ancient Gods awaken from their long slumber. The curtain rises— My father once went missing while investigating the resurrection of a certain God, and his fate remains unknown to this day. I am anxious, but not entirely distressed. Because that resurrected God— Is me.

Hello, there. My name is Kevin Sanjaya. I got hit by Truck-kun and ended up in void for god-know how long. But it was worth it because I got reincarnated as Tang San! Yes, you heard that, right! Tang San from Douluo Dalu! I was sooooo excited! Eh, wait a minute? Why did my soul went out of my body?? Why did another soul enter my body??? No, No, No, NOOOOOO! MY SECOND LIFE IS JUST GET STARTED, AND SOMEONE ALREADY SABOTAGED IT! F*CK YOU, TANG SAN! F*CK YOU, ASURA! I WILL MAKES YOU REGRET DOING THIS TO ME! ... ... This isn't your typical fanfic. This is the story of a vengeful soul, who wanted to reclaim his rightful destiny. He will use everything he have to bring his enemy down and beat them up with experience! ... ... Hi, my old and new readers. This is me, Nine_Clouds I'm happy to announce that I'm going to write another Douluo Dalu (Soul Land) Fanfic. PS: My English is not best, but I will make it comfortable enough for everyone to read my story. Please give me your supports, and uh, Power Stones? You can support me on Patreon. Patreon Link: Patreon.com/NineClouds69

A cocky teenager in the era of peace. Or something like that. The world may not have a big bad, but it sure does need a hero.

Astraeus was just a normal guy living his day to day job when the tower arrived. The tower was a catalyst that united them to the entire universe, As the tower arrived, everyone on Earth had a choice to join the trials, the goal? To evolve beyond their current self, something more then just their innate species. Each trial evolves a person, awakens dormant abilities that have been inside them all their life. Some die in their trials while others succeed and come out superhuman. What will Astraeus choose? Will he join the trials, or remain ordinary?

a story about a young alien lord who died in battle

Azul Reyes Cortez, a quiet boy from Rosario, is born with a rare gift—an uncanny ability to read the field, predict movements, and dissect the game with impossible clarity, a power known only to him as the Emperor’s Eye. Inspired by his idol Lionel Messi, Azul dreams of playing beside him for both FC Barcelona and Argentina. Thank you for giving this story a try and there maybe mistake like a change in the names and surnames sorry for that.

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

Question are meant to be answered. but the way his only question is being answered, Zeniph would much rather have it not answered. Sent down to the human world to retrieve artifacts stolen by traitors, he must learn to understand humans and live like them. His holy powers are sealed, but his enemies arent. (P.S if your here only for the fights and dont care about the actual world/ the 'personal'journey just start from chap 3.)

"You're supposed to die in Chapter 37, Lucian. Stop struggling." When the golden-haired "Protagonist" Arthur Sky pressed a gun to my forehead, I saw it—the green code flowing through reality. Turns out, I'm not living in the real world. I'm a Cannon Fodder in a trashy web novel, scripted to die so the main character can look cool. But here's the thing: I just hacked the system. [Chaos Editor Activated] [Modifying Parameter: Weapon_Target] [Arthur Sky → Self] The bullet curved mid-air and blew off Arthur's ear instead. That's when I realized—if this world runs on code, I can rewrite it. I drained his billion-dollar fortune with a single edit. I crashed his engagement party and stole his fiancée by changing the groom's name in the database. I turned his "Protagonist Aura" into a glitching mess. But every hack comes with a price. My body is slowly turning into corrupted data. And now, the Narrative Correction Bureau—the cosmic admins who maintain this story farm—have sent their enforcers to delete me. They say I'm a bug in the system. They're right. I'm the bug that's about to crash the entire server. "In a world where everyone's fate is scripted, I'll be the one holding the pen."

An Egoist With The Dream To Live Freely And Happy

The story follows the adventure of the 12th Unit.

At the stroke of midnight, the very world itself splits, and people with no special traits get involved in a difficult trial, which is only referred to as the 'Descent'—a realm in which one can live by the right of money, and fear and power are inextricably tied, while every gift has to be paid for. "Kuro Ayanagi", a man who has always been unnoticed, comes to life with a cursed gift: a blackened figure that remembers all the things he has been trying to forget. Every success day by day increases his strength—heaps up the past memories which he wants to keep hidden. In the Descent, might is never free, and he has lost forgetting as a luxury. Kuro, who has already been forced to make doubtful partners out of the other competitors—who each bear a crazy Burden of their own—has to find his way among the beasts, the altering tests, and the ruthless regulations where the power of life and death depends on trust being right or wrong. When things get tougher and the distinction between a man and a beast becomes fuzzy, there is one question that keeps coming up: "How much will he give up of himself before the shadow dictates who he actually is?" This is a gloomy development fantasy packed with emotional tension, lethal tests, and complicated ethical dilemmas. Besides that, the novel delves into themes of endurance, self hood, and the dreadful price that comes with power—all through the metaphor of taking a step forward that extracts something dear from the past.

Daniel Brown, a 69 year old retired hitman who once thought he’d seen every kind of death, meets his end in the dumbest way imaginable. Killed by bird shit on a grocery run. Waking up in a featureless void, Daniel learns that the afterlife runs on a dice, not mercy. Each roll decides his new fate—wealth, poverty, power, or misery. With nothing to lose and a mouth that won’t quit, he gambles his soul and wins himself a second life… as the twenty-year-old heir of an Austrian noble house drowning in scandal and debt. Now trapped in a new weird overweight body and a world built on lies, Daniel Brown, now Amenadiel Elias von Habsburg-Guinness-Windsor must figure out how to survive the empire of money, sex, and politics he accidentally inherited… and maybe learn what it means to actually live. ------------------------------------------ Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.

Seven years ago, a world-shaking show captivated the entire globe, an unforgettable experience and a chance to become rich overnight. But all good things come to an end… and this game did, in a pool of blood, leaving only one scarred winner behind. Now, it's back, reborn under a new face, ready to change the world’s very perception of reality. Who are the shadowy investors behind it? Why bring the game back at all? Human nature is fragile. For the right price, we forget yesterday’s brother and sell our souls for survival. Are you ready to join a survival game where every nation is a contender… and only the strongest live to tell the tale?

join anon, he has finally had enough, all this ntr and yuri everywhere. its time to take a stand. to fight back! and the goddess of love has given you the perfect system to do it. seduce conquer lesbian girlfriends steal them away from the arms of yuri. how does it feel now? those same women who cheated on their boyfriends to be with a girl, now that same girl is cheating on them with a man behind their back! irony. anon is WARNING this story gets intense if your not a fan of the premise maybe read something else this was mostly made because there was no other meta commentary on the prevalence of ntr on this site so take this with a grain of salt, turn of your brain and enjoy this is ment to be satire and done not in a mean spirit. this is not intended to offend anyone, or criticize anyway of life, this is just a criticism of the writing tropes that are popular and get many views while actual well thought out storys get nothing. WARNING lemon 18+ anon is a villian, an evil manipulative fake nice person who hides behind a facade society enforces never allowed to say his true opinions pent up rage has driven him crazy, aldo anon is kind hearted he also has a dark side who is seductive charismatic manipulative love conqueror a tactical and strategic wordsmith with the charisma and likable charm. but more then anything anon wishes he could just be himself, but the world wont allow that.

Let me tell you a story, one which gave us all these rules. A story of bloodshed and agony for that is what you must know if you wish to understand. A story of madness and the silence that comes after it. The story of the Second Holy Grail War. A/N: I own absolutely fucking nothing, if the artist wants me to take down the cover just hit me up, not literally of course, I'd prefer not to get hit. I hope all of you enjoy this story.

WPC 190: Silver Tier winner. Mark is a genius military weapon designer who was kidnapped by a mafia gang after refusing to work for them. They forced him to design unique weapons for five years, until one day he successfully escaped only to get shot by his trusted comrades. *Ding! You awakened a weapon system. When he opened his eyes, he was in a different body and in a different world. "You want to kill a wild boar without being detected? Forget about bow and arrow. Here, I present you this sniper rifle." "You want to kill a horde of goblins from the sky? Forget about those flying carpets and brooms. Here, I present you the fighter jet." "You want to kill a dragon? Forget about taking the help of the S-class adventure team. Here, I present you a nuclear bomb." Join Mark Spencer/ Lu Zhen as he brings the whole world to its knees with the help of his weapon system. *** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's current works: (War Online) (My Soul Card is a Reaper) (A Peacock husband of five princesses by day, A Noble Assassin by night) Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga ************** Do comment and give power stones or golden tickets to support the author. For further support: patreon.com/snowstar For discussions about the novel or hints of future arcs and spoilers, Join the Discord server: https://discord.gg/9pw6NBJD

Vampires, werewolves, technology, potions, ghosts, cyborgs, divination, puppets—every terrifying element you can imagine converges in this occult otherworld. Lynn stumbles into this bizarre realm and becomes an apprentice at a monster apothecary. “There’s something off about that bloke! He never administers anesthesia during surgeries!” “That place is a total scam! Even if you’re in perfect health, they’ll find you a dozen ailments!” “Wait, but isn’t that supposed to be the best apothecary for a hundred miles?” “Naturally! It’s the only one for a hundred miles!” Lynn can’t help but sigh at these rumors. He knows full well he’s a conscientious doctor with strong medical ethics—such hearsay is truly deplorable. Hoisting a chainsaw, he stares intently at the patient on the operating table and says gently: “Sir, bear with me. I’m just going to remove your appendix.”