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High School DxD: Return of the Crimson Dragon Emperor

They thought the Red Dragon Emperor was gone. They thought Kuoh was safe from his madness. They were wrong. Hyoudou Issei, the infamous perverted dragon of Kuoh Academy, vanished during a mysterious battle. Everyone thought he was dead lost to some unknown disaster. But Issei didn’t die. Oh no. He was thrown into another world. A brutal world of magic, monsters, demon lords… and plenty of busty heroines. There, he did what he does best. He survived. He trained. He grew stronger. Strong enough to fight gods, conquer kingdoms, and maybe even tame a Demon Lord’s daughter. (Totally not his fault… probably.) Now, after three insane years over there, Issei is back. But this isn’t the same high schooler who used to scream about boobs all day. This Issei has mastered new powers, sharpened his mind, and... okay, he still screams about boobs, but now he can destroy mountains while doing it. The devils, angels, and fallen of this world? They have no idea what’s about to hit them. Old friends don’t know whether to hug him, punch him, or run for their lives. And for those who ever doubted him… well, let’s just say Dress Break has leveled up too. A stronger, crazier, and hornier Red Dragon Emperor. A world on the brink of chaos. And a storm of comedy, romance, ecchi, and overpowered insanity is about to begin. Get ready, Kuoh. Issei’s back and he’s bringing the harem with him. Tag: High School DxD, Fanfiction, Harem, Ecchi, Action, Comedy, Isekai Return, Overpowered, Magic, Romance. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds
Greyhounds · 1.5m Views

Luck Stat Broken: Rise of the Khan

Arc One Complete. Rewrote the first 35 Chaptes fully, June 15, 2026. Appreciate any and all feedback. *** Everyone else with 1 Luck. Will Wick woke up with 30 Luck and an error message where his ceiling should be. That was the least strange part of his morning. The voice in his head—ancient, unimpressed, and absolutely certain Will is doing everything wrong—belongs to history's greatest conqueror. Genghis Khan has reviewed Will's memories, assessed his life choices, and has opinions. Loud ones. The main one being: the trillion-dollar corporation that harvested humanity's souls to power their own empire needs to be dismantled. Sector by sector. Server by server. Until the cage they built around this world belongs to someone else. Khan has done this before. Last time it was the Eurasian steppe. The principle, he insists, is exactly the same. Will already lost his family to the cold, corporate math of the old world. Now he's stranded 100,000 years in the future, on an Earth that healed itself while humanity was gone, facing billionaires who bought their way to power before the System even dropped. Genghis thinks this is fine. Genghis has a plan. Will is pretty sure the plan involves conquering everything. He's not wrong. [Progression Fantasy | LitRPG | Slow Burn Conquest | Historical Ghost Companion | Broken Luck Build] One Chapter a day, making extensive edits to early chapters based on feedback. 100+ chapter backlog. Please leave your thoughts on the story good or bad!
GenghisKhanII · 74.9k Views

100 Battles To Return Home: The Author's Promise

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.
Druna_Forever · 29.4k Views