Earth's greatest tech-philanthropist didn't expect the afterlife to be a literal junkyard. Reincarnated as a shattered spirit-server in a world of magical laws and monstrous threats, Silas Thorne is at the bottom of the food chain. But Silas didn't build a corporate empire by playing fair. Projecting a glowing 'Imprint' onto a roster of desperate street kids, he establishes a strict, mutually beneficial network. He provides the blueprints and the bio-valves to safely unlock their Aura. They upload the copper, the steel, and eventually, the magical beast cores to expand his server capacity. A new power is rising in the shadows of the Hunter world, one transaction at a time.

A man searching for the purpose of his life after a great storm has swept through it, and a perfect woman who plays music to mend her life and her family.

Child of Prophecy She was born without a flow, a pure energy that exists within every living thing. Mocked. Forgotten. Weak. Until the weapon of a loss god chose her. Ikua’s arm—the blade of war itself—now answers only to Koya. But power like that comes with pain. And secrets. The sanctuary that hid her is cracking. The tyrant who tried to kill her before she was born is stirring. And the prophecy everyone thought died in fire… never really died at all. She trained to prove she wasn’t nothing. Now she must become everything—or watch everything burn. Hard work. Destiny. A flowless girl with a god-weapon. And the end of the world knocking at the door.

"THE DRAGONBOUND ARE BORN ONCE EVERY THREE HUNDRED YEARS. THIS TIME, SHE CHOSE TO BE DIFFERENT." Seraphina Vale was just a fisherman's daughter, washing fish in the river and dreaming of something more. Then the Ashwing descended on her village, and everything changed. She carries the blood of the Dragonbound—humans who can speak to dragons, command them, bind them to their will. And with that blood comes a destiny she never asked for: to face the Voidwalkers, ancient beings from beyond the barrier between worlds who have waited three hundred years for revenge. Her trainer is Kestrel, a cold and mysterious Dragon Lord with golden eyes and secrets of his own. He's supposed to prepare her for the battle that will determine the fate of the world. Instead, he becomes something she never expected: a partner. A protector. A love that burns brighter than dragon fire. But the Ash Covenant wants her dead. The Voidwalkers want her power. And the clock is ticking toward the Conjunction, when the barrier will fall and the world will burn. To save everything she loves, Seraphina must forge an impossible bond with a dragon who chose her above all others. She must become something no one has ever been before. She must become the light that darkness cannot defeat.

shen huai , a miserable guy ignored by the people in earth, betrayed by his own lover somehow awakened the strongest system in existence and transmigrated to a advanced lower level planet and started his new journey....... why the Strongest system choose him ? why he was betrayed by his lover ? did huai always have to suffer like this or something interesting going to happen in his new life... . . . Huai was looking at the moon , intoxicated. his heart was beating crazily. It's a long long time ago he felt this kinda reaction from his heart. He doesn't know why he always felt like this in front of Wuhe. at this moment two sturdy hands grabs him into a hug from behind. huai turned shocked , Wuhe never did anything like this before. " please let me stay like this for a moment, after you can slap me , kill me as you want ." huai, " Wuhe , what happened to you ? why are you acting like this?" Wuhe didn't answer , but in response something hard started growing between them until it touched the back part of huai. huai froze ,froze in place to realise what is happening. his heart started beating more and more fast. as if wanted to leave his rib cage . wuhe said , " from the moment I saw you , from the moment I heard your voice , see your face something inside me changed. I want you Huai . I want you to live my life. you are so much important to me ." " at first I thought that it was just an attraction, but the more days I spent with you the more I realised that I fell for you . I love you , Huai . " huai was feeling crazy at this moment, he who was suppressing his own feelings because he doesn't want to ruin his friendship with wuhe and wuhe is saying that he felt the same . huai removed the hands that completely hugged him from behind . wuhe thought that huai would slap him hard or even kill him . he has the power to do so. but Huai reached his face with both of his hands. grab his face in both of his hands, his eyes are fiery looking at Wuhe. Wuhe never saw this look in Huai's face. his heart started beating like a drum. Huai said , " then take responsibility for your actions." huai reached wuhe's face and kissed him hard. a deep kiss . he first reached the lower lips smooched it for a little them started reaching the upper one. wuhe's head was buzzing right now. when he realised what is happening right now he also started kissing huai hard.... . . until the day He learns the truth, learns the secret that his system holds... Caution: this is a slow paced novel in first 102 chapters I build the charecter growths and other factors of the sect , until they reach chapter 103 the story will turn into fats paced . nsfw until chapter 103, yaoi, possesive, golden retriever, loving, loving family, LGBTQ, antagonist story, strong from the beginning, transmigrated, war, killing, technology, alchemist, miracle doctor, mysterious past, lot of couples , No Harem, Fated mate, aggressive antagonist, hiding real power...

Warhammer: My Primarch Is Remi

Mark Raines was a warrior who forgot what it meant to be one. A decorated soldier, catastrophically wounded in combat, he came home to a body that had been rebuilt by surgeons and a mind that had been quietly, thoroughly walled off from everything that once made him feel alive. He perfected his solitude. He mistook isolation for preference. He survived, because surviving was the one thing he had always been good at, even when he could no longer remember why he bothered. When his sister was killed and the man responsible walked free, something old and buried stirred inside Mark Raines. He got his revenge. And in the process of taking it, he rediscovered something he had lost on a battlefield years earlier—the thrill of the fight, the electric clarity of purpose, the feeling of being fully and dangerously alive. It arrived too late to save him. He paid the price for what he did, and he paid it willingly, and the story of Mark Raines ended in a prison cell with his heart exploding in his chest in a way that modern medicine could describe in exacting detail and explain in none. Except it didn’t end. He is reborn into Tamriel—the world of the Elder Scrolls—as Aldric Valdris, son of a minor noble house in the city of Riften, born in the shadow of the Great War’s end, into a continent still bleeding from the conflict between the Empire and the Aldmeri Dominion. He carries Mark’s mind, Mark’s memories, and the rekindled ember of a warrior’s spirit that had been smothered for years and only just caught flame again before the old world took him. He is the Dovahkiin. He will have twenty-six years before that destiny finds him, and a world of dragons and war and magic in which to discover what kind of man he becomes when the fire inside him is finally given room to burn. The world he enters is vast, lived-in, and brutal. Tamriel operates on rules that are real to the people inside it—mastery systems that reward decades of discipline, tiers of power that separate the common soldier from the legends who reshape battlefields. The tone is semi-realistic with the intensity and scale of anime at its best: battles carry weight and consequence, villains are genuinely evil, pain is real and lasting, growth is earned through suffering as much as talent, and the world is large enough and dangerous enough that survival is an achievement and heroism is measured in scars. This is an adult story set in a world that behaves like one—people bleed, people grieve, people fuck, people betray each other for power and money and survival, and the darkness that exists in Tamriel is the same darkness that exists everywhere men have the means to do harm and the impunity to get away with it. There is only a man with a second chance and a world full of teeth, and the question of what he will become when the teeth find him.

The Sinister Patriarch’s Return: From Ruined Servant to God-Slayer "You stole my manuscripts, Ling Xian, but you forgot... that I am the Book itself." Shen Yuan, the Sinister Patriarch whose name made the heavens tremble, was betrayed by his only love. His flesh was destroyed, but his spirit, soaked in the poison of ancient forbidden techniques, refused to disappear. He woke up in the body of Han, a despicable servant in the dying Ye Clan, on the very night when their ancestral nest turned into a funeral pyre. There are enemies around him, hungry for blood, and a bunch of useless survivors who consider him trash. He has no Qi. His meridians are destroyed. But in his head, he has lost knowledge about alchemy, which can turn the blood of enemies into a divine elixir, and techniques that ignore the laws of this world. He doesn't need to save this clan. He'll just turn them into his tools. He won't be a "hero." He will regain his throne by walking over the corpses of those who dared to call themselves "righteous." The path to killing the Gods begins with the ashes of a burned estate.

After dying in his sleep, a modern-day anime fan isekai as a child, crewless Monkey D. Luffy. No crew. No Haki. No Gum-Gum fruit… yet. Just pain, awkward child limbs, and a system that turns life into a grindfest. Then the Partner System kicks in. To grow stronger, Luffy has to power up others first, because apparently being the main character wasn’t hard enough. Each buffed-up partner boosts his own stats and unlocks powers from across the anime multiverse. Fairy Tail magic? A one-hit kill blade? A soul-cutting sword that speaks? Absolutely. Now armed with grindable friendship, hellish Garp training, and a suspiciously game-like UI, Luffy’s ready to recruit his way to Pirate King. A dark, reimagined One Piece universe.

Eli wins a one-in-a-trillion opportunity: he can travel to a parallel universe of his choice—and make three wishes. He chooses the Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) and requests the power to copy the concept of anything he touches—Tabula Rasa. With it, the world becomes his playground: Touch an ant, and he gains superhuman strength. Touch an immortal jellyfish, and he becomes immortal. Touch a fan, and he can create and control wind. Touch Vibranium, and his skin becomes unbreakable, capable of absorbing energy. With each new ability, Eli edges closer to a singular goal: to stand above all beings in the MCU. Follow his journey as he tests the limits of his powers, faces formidable heroes and villains, and navigates a universe where anything is possible. (this is my very first fanfic so please share your thoughts so I can improve) [ this is not a Translation or AI written and I do not own Marvel or it's characters I only own Eli in this story ]

You read the title, right? If not... He had been playing an H-Game when all of sudden...his life ended. When he woke up, he found that he had been sent into the world of the H-Game. What will he do now that he's in this new world? ------------------------------------------------------------------- Come follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/DXHaseoXD Discord: https://discord.gg/BGrNgsbXXG

This series of “Lost Records” contains the stories of long forgotten souls. These entries are not meant for the light hearted, they will contain dark and potentially disturbing depictions. Read at your own risk.

He never wanted a stage. He never wanted attention. But he never had a choice. Follow a master of the shadows — a seasoned chameleon, a former assassin, and above all… a rising star in his new profession. Forced to act in order to survive.

Once, Andy trusted someone with his entire life. The betrayal that followed destroyed more than his faith—it erased his humanity. From that day forward, Andy rebuilt himself into something colder. Efficient. Logical. Untouchable. A man who solved problems like equations and kept emotions locked behind steel walls. Then five girls entered his life. A quiet genius who observes everything. A chaotic little troublemaker who calls him “Appa.” A stubborn perfectionist chasing the stage. A soft-hearted dreamer learning to stand on her own. And a girl who simply refuses to let him remain alone. Together with Eilen—one of the few people who dares to stand beside him rather than behind him—they slowly turn Andy’s perfectly ordered world upside down. Breakfast becomes chaos. Silence becomes laughter. And the man who once lived like a machine begins to rediscover something he thought he had lost forever. Family. But rebuilding a heart that was once shattered is never simple. And Andy must decide whether to keep living as the perfect machine… or risk becoming human again.

The mountain-like behemoth collapsed to the ground. A green hatchling, no larger than the monster’s head, stood atop its skull. Dark emerald claws were buried deep in the beast’s flesh. The young dragon held its head high, its entire body radiating the aura of a king… “Hum-da~ hum-da~” The imagined majestic scene was instantly shattered by a sudden childish cry. Standing on the giant’s head, Kaos lowered his draconic head and cast a helpless glance toward the ground. There, squatting with her two thick hind legs stretched straight out and her chubby, cone-shaped tail drooping behind her, was a white hatchling. The white hatchling was covered in wounds. Almost none of her scales remained intact—fresh marks left by the recent battle. Around her lay many other hatchlings of different colors. Like her, they were all battered and battle-worn. “You little white chubby—couldn’t you at least let me finish looking cool?” White Chubby tilted her head slightly. She didn’t quite understand what Kaos meant by “finish looking cool.” Her round little dragon head drooped down. She placed her plump claws on her round belly and rubbed it. She was hungry. She wanted to hurry up and eat some meat. “Hum-da, hum-da~” The white hatchling lifted her head and called out to Kaos again. This time, her cries carried a faint note of grievance.

The Peerless Tang Sect is an era without hope, an age controlled by an invisible hand. It appears vibrant, full of life, and ablaze with brilliance, yet beneath that prosperous facade lies corruption without hope or possibility. Birth, decay, and death form the inescapable cycle of all things. And yet, even in the harshest environments, the most tenacious lives can still bloom into defiant flowers. Even amid corruption, vivid colors can still emerge. Forced by disaster to become an evil soul master, Chen Ming refuses to surrender to fate. Even if he is treated like a stray dog in the street, he will never stop barking at the heavens themselves. All things decay, but all beings are immortal.

Reed has accidentally crossed over into a virtual reality game that is not due for release until a year later. Inside the game, he is a Progenitor Vampire that has been hiding amongst humans to study magic that also owns an ancient castle with over 200 vampiric descendants. What a roller-coaster ride. Thankfully, he can still return back to Earth. But the biggest crisis staring down upon him is the open beta scheduled for a year later, and the coming of the players. How can he, as a vampire, get strong enough to fight against the oncoming catastrophe incarnates – the players themselves!! This is the tale of a Progenitor Vampire leading a group of vampires and humans farming the land.

Griffin Finch wakes up on a sweat-stained mattress in South Philly, inhabiting a body he doesn't recognize just as the Catastrophe Prediction System flickers to life in his vision. Armed with a meta-interface that quantifies the "Social Gravity" and impending doom of every scheme, he tries to stay sane while the Gang at Paddy's Pub ignores his perfect logic. Between calculating the property damage of a bird-related bet and receiving cryptic texts from the Waitress, Griffin realizes that knowing exactly how the trainwreck happens doesn't make stopping it any easier.

Lin Mo transmigrates into the Pokémon world, only to be caught in the crossfire of a war between the gods of time and space. The collision of divine power tears his fate apart—and he is reborn again, crashing into the Douluo Continent like a blazing meteor, beginning his third life. At six years old, Lin Mo awakens Innate Level 6 Spirit Power and twin martial spirits. The first is a mysterious Little Dragon Egg—a martial soul that cannot hatch until he reaches Level 10 Spirit Power. Once it hatches, it grows alongside him, unlocking new spirit abilities as his cultivation rises, and evolving again and again into a terrifying powerhouse. The second is a future answer from ten thousand years later: a golden body martial soul formed from heart and blood—a path of body refinement that forges him into something that cannot be broken. Charmander Evolution, Burning the Heavens and Destroying the World [Charmander (Lv10)] → [Charmeleon (Lv30)] → [Charizard (Lv50)] → [Super Charizard X (Lv70)] … A dragon of flame that brings “small shocks” to the Douluo world—shocks that quickly become fear. Heart Forging Body, Indestructible Flesh Starting from the heart, Lin Mo tempers his organs one by one—five viscera, torso, bone, blood, and the whole body—until he reaches the final stage: an indestructible body. In this life, Lin Mo will no longer lie low. With the fire of a dragon that breathes destruction, he will burn through every obstacle. With a body that refuses to fall, he will carve his way upward—step by step—onto the road to godhood.

Maverick Langley went to sleep as a struggling twenty-three-year-old freelancer and woke up as Lilith, a five-year-old girl in the worst possible place: the Warhammer 40,000 universe. In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war. Lilith wakes in agony, trapped in a body that isn't hers, with no memory of how she got there. Beside her is Eve, her twin sister, a child with glowing red eyes and inhuman strength who has never known kindness or warmth. Together, they are experiments. Weapons. Failures. When the creators who made them decide to dispose of their mistakes, the twins must fight for survival in a galaxy that sees them as abominations. With only each other to rely on, they escape into a universe built on faith, fire, and fury. Stranded on a war-torn hive world, the sisters must navigate the watchful eyes of the Imperial Inquisition, learn what it means to be human, and hide secrets that could doom them both. Lilith carries the mind of an adult in a child's broken body. Eve knows only one truth: Lilith is everything to her. Together, they are stronger than alone. Apart, they are vulnerable. And in the Imperium of Man, weakness is heresy. As dangerous powers awaken within Lilith and unseen forces take interest in the strange twins, they must learn to survive in a galaxy where even the Emperor's protection has limits. "In the darkness between stars, who protects the Emperor's broken children?" A/N: This fanfic is mine and for those who will see inconsistencies and such, I will tell you now that this isn't polished yet so don't expect perfection. Also, crossovers will happen (only few characters though) and i integrated them into the 40k lore.

Voldemort is dead. In his final moments, a bright, cheerful voice echoes in his mind. Would you like to start over? Tom Riddle answers yes without hesitation. Of course he wants another chance. Whatever the price is, he will pay it, as long as he gets to do it all again. When he opens his eyes, the former Dark Lord finds himself in an orphanage in 1991. Only this time, everything is wrong. He is no longer Tom Riddle. He is a girl named Tamara Riddle. And to make it worse, she is bound to a ridiculous Virtue System. [Welcome, your account has been bound to the Virtue System!] To become stronger, she must accumulate virtue points. Tom: I am Voldemort. I can kill whoever I want. [WARNING! Strong murderous intent and malicious attack detected!] [Penalty activated: Level 1 electric shock.] With her eyes still stinging from the shock, Tom forces a gentle, harmless smile, while quietly calculating how to eliminate everyone in the room. But as the days pass, she does not kill a single person. Instead, the people around her start to like her. Then trust her. Then protect her. And when the truth finally threatens to surface, nobody believes it for a second. Harry snaps, furious: “What nonsense are you spouting? Tamara cannot possibly be connected to the Dark Lord!” Tamara only sighs, soft and tired. “Sorry, Harry. He is already the Dark Lord.”

I made a fanfic about Grimgar because I was watching the anime.

Caleb Arden has always lived quietly in the background—overshadowed by his dramatic Omega brother, overlooked by his family, and underestimated by everyone else. But when the Omega flees from his political marriage to the ruthless Alpha Lucian Thorne, Caleb is forced to step into a spotlight he never wanted. A Beta replacing an Omega. A marriage built on obligation, not choice. Cold eyes. Cold vows. Cold nights spent alone. But in the Alpha’s world—filled with danger, syndicate politics, and a bond that shouldn’t exist—Caleb discovers he cannot stay small forever. And Lucian discovers something he never expected: The Beta living in his shadow… might be the one person capable of shaking his world apart.

Upon waking up, Feng Qi found that the world had undergone an earth-shattering transformation. Everywhere he looked, the ground was covered in bones, life had withered, and desolation reigned. [Note: Three hundred meters ahead is a database where you can access historical information. It contains detailed records of your untimely death. Hurry and check it out.] [Listen to me, don’t head west, or you might die!] [See that black stone tablet? You’ve decided to go up and investigate it closely.] “I don’t want to!” Feng Qi protested against the voice guiding him in his mind. [No, you do want to!] ... Under the guidance of the mysterious voice in his mind, Feng Qi traversed between reality and the future, gradually uncovering the truth of the world and beginning to seek ways to change its fate. Having witnessed darkness, he longed infinitely for the light. ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

First enjoy all the free chapters like a proper connoisseur before you even think of continuing or quitting! Add this masterpiece to your library right now, without overthinking like a confused movie hero in the interval scene. Trust me, the moment you dive into these pages, you won’t feel regret — only a growing addiction stronger than late-night street food cravings. Soon you yourself will stand up like a proud witness and praise the charm, the drama, the emotions… and of course, the stunning beauties hidden within the story. So don’t delay, don’t play hard to get — just start reading and let the full cinematic magic unfold. And when you realise how irresistible it is… remember this evil laughter echoing in the background — Bwahahahaha “What the hell—?!” Arahan jolted awake. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his body. Just hours ago, he had been a 30-year-old professor—one of the youngest lecturers in a prestigious college. An orphan who built everything from nothing. At twenty-five, he had already achieved what many couldn’t in a lifetime. A stable career. Respect. Wealth. A wedding with a beautiful bride from a good family. For once, life had finally begun to smile at him. And then, a drunk rich brat speeding his Thar at 220 km/h from the wrong side of the road. A flash of headlights. A scream of metal. Darkness. Arahan died on the roadside like a stray animal. And the worst part? He knew the culprit would never be punished. Money would bury the case. Power would twist the law. Justice was a luxury for the poor. But what hurt even more was not the injustice. It was a regret. He had lived responsibly. Too responsible. He never dated. Never partied. Never had Sex. Never travelled. Never loved recklessly. Never indulged. He chased stability. He chased respect. He chased a “good future.” And died before he could live. A virgin. A man who never tasted freedom. A man who never claimed what he desired. A man who never enjoyed the forbidden pleasure. But fate was not finished with him. When Arahan opened his eyes again— He was back. This time, he won’t live cautiously. This time, he won’t let power crush him. This time, he won’t die powerless. Wealth. Influence. Pleasure. Revenge. In this life, Arahan will claim everything.

Yami enters the world of jujutsu wielding the power of Yoriichi Tsugikuni, a mortal man whose blade stands equal to gods. This is a world of curses, blood, and endless regret. If only Riko hadn’t died that summer. If only Haibara Yuu had lived long enough to smile to the end. If only Nanami Kento had reached the Malaysian beach he once dreamed of. If only every tragedy could be cut down before it was born. Yami is not a jujutsu sorcerer. He is the sun walking in the darkness. “I’m here to do only three things.” “Slay demons. Slay demons. And damn it, slay demons.” As cursed spirits run wild and the corrupt higher-ups poison the world from above, Yami draws his crimson blade and declares war on everything that deserves to burn. “If this world is rotten to the core, then I’ll reduce it to ashes.”

After transmigrating to another world and awakening his past-life memories, Loran originally thought he had started with the classic overpowered protagonist setup. Instead, he discovered he had already been kidnapped and sold to a military camp. Fortunately, he met an older brother figure there who helped him greatly. After a certain campaign ended, Loran chose to retire from the army, while his senior decided to remain. Though the two kept in touch through letters, they never met again for many years. Loran then spent several years as an adventurer. He made a few friends, found his family, and eventually opened an unremarkable magic item shop in the royal capital of a certain kingdom. As for his past experiences—those were not stories meant for outsiders. The next time he received news, it was the arrival of his old comrade’s daughter, carrying a letter. Looking at the orphan his old brother had left behind, Loran ultimately chose to adopt her. And it was at that very moment that his long-overdue cheat ability finally arrived. The system called itself a “Raising System,” claiming that the old comrade’s daughter was actually the heroine of some third-rate isekai novel. By nurturing the heroine, Loran would receive generous rewards. To prepare for the hidden catastrophe lurking in the shadows, Loran accepted the system and resolved to raise his old brother’s daughter into an outstanding young woman. And as for that so-called male lead—stay the hell away from my daughter. But as the story unfolds, some of Loran’s old romantic entanglements begin to resurface… and the way his daughter looks at him gradually starts to change.

Before you stands Mr. Jorg von Roman: the architect of a new era for the German Wehrmacht, the mastermind behind Middle Eastern oil development, the venomous viper at the negotiating table, the leader of the En Marche! party, the scalpel that severed colonial empires, and the man destined to shape a thousand-year empire!

Betrayed by fate in his first life, he awakens in the past with eyes wide open to rewrite his destiny. Watch as he seizes this second chance, turning regrets into ruthless triumph and every opportunity into empire-building glory. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction set in an alternate 1985 timeline. All characters, businesses, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Real-world brands and historical figures are included solely for atmospheric context and do not imply endorsement or factual accuracy. © 2026 Inkstory. All rights reserved. This story is published exclusively on Webnovel,Royal Road and Scribble Hub. If you are reading this on a pirate site, please report it.

Lia left behind a past that tried to define her before she could define herself. At thirty-nine, in a foreign country that does not know her history, she works as a kindergarten teacher by day and quietly builds a future by night. While the world sees a calm immigrant woman with a gentle accent, Lia carries ambition, fear, resilience, and an unshakable decision: she will not merely survive — she will choose her own tomorrow. This is the story of rebuilding, identity, and the quiet courage it takes to begin again.

Garen opened his eyes and transmigrated into the world of One Piece. Here, pirates ran wild, the Navy was useless, and the Celestial Dragons stood above humanity like inhuman tyrants. Fortunately, Garen had his own golden finger: the power of Pokémon games. As a Pokémon Master, he could travel across different regions, absorb abilities, and create corresponding Pokémon. His Pokémon could level up through battle, and they could even fuse with him. He could transform into Gardevoir and control terrifying psychic power. He could become Snorlax and gain endless strength through eating. He could turn into Gengar, command a body with its own dimension, and even steal Devil Fruits. And that was far from the limit. Pseudo legendary Pokémon, legendary Pokémon, and countless powerful forms all awaited him. From that day forward, Garen walked a path of justice that belonged to him alone. In his eyes, victory was justice. His fame soon shook the entire sea: Pirate Slayer, Shichibukai, Emperor of the Sea, and ultimately, the Strongest in the World.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)