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How My Death Became My Rebirth

Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death

"All untainted paths lead to the one truth." — A kind man named Malik died a ridiculous death. His soul was ripped out of the flow and shoved into the body of some cliché "Villain" in a faraway land... One that had already reached the end of their story. He had ten days before his public execution concluded. This Villain—well, Malik—used to be a Beggar. One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... A Sultan. The one ruler of the entire world. Now? He was stuck facing the very people he loved, ready to pay for all the “evil” he had done. Fate seemed hellbent on ending him no matter where he went. But just as he was about to give up... {Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?} A Script appeared before his mind’s eye. {Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?} {Would you like to become a True King?} {If so, repeat after me…} It gave him one word—ancient, powerful, and clear. “BASSORĀH!” Many paths came together. Then, a projection appeared. And it began to display... his memories? — This is a story about suffering. Regret. Anger. And forgiveness. {Volume One, Remember Me: Complete} {Volume Two, For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete} {Volume Three, When the Sparrow Falls: Complete} {Volume Four, I Saw A Dream: Complete} {Volume Five, Second Sun: Complete} {Volume Six, The Deprived Movement: Ongoing} Extra Tags: Drama. Reaction. Misunderstanding. Transmigration. Time Travel. Uncringed Title: I Won't Forgive You.
GoldenStache · 1.6M Views

My Harem Lord Ex-Fiancé Became My Apprentice

The Immortal Empress's Harem Apprentice- She was the betrayed Empress. He was the Harem Lord who shattered her heart. Millennia ago, Empress Xianxia, the peerless Blazing Immortal, stood at the apex of power, only to be abandoned by Long Hu, the infamous Harem Lord, for a thousand lesser women. His betrayal carved a wound deeper than any blade. Now, destiny delivers a cruel jest: Long Hu, stripped of his power, amnesiac, and utterly lost, washes up at her feet, begging for guidance. Xianxia sees not a chance for forgiveness, but an exquisite, long-awaited revenge. She takes him as her personal apprentice, intending to humble the once-arrogant Lord through menial tasks and silent torment. Yet, her game takes an unprecedented turn. Long Hu, utterly devoid of traditional cultivation, possesses a chillingly unique ability: spiritual intuition. He can perceive, filter, and 'debug' the deepest spiritual impurities, unraveling insidious corruptions others cannot even sense. His unassuming chores inadvertently expose something far grander and more terrifying than palace intrigues. He unearths the true, cosmic horror behind his own downfall: the Void Devourers. Ancient, malevolent entities that don't just conquer, but actively hunger for despair, cultivating misery, making vile pacts with ambitious Lords, and turning even the agony of defeat into sustenance. Thrust onto the front lines of a secret war at the Grand Conclave, Long Hu's unique sight becomes the Empress's only weapon. He exposes realms poisoned by hidden suffering, reveals leaders who traded their people's grief for power, and glimpses the Devourers' insidious methods of turning conflict itself into a harvest. As the lines between master and apprentice blur, and a dangerous, undeniable current of shared vulnerability and strange attraction ignites between them, Xianxia's vengeance transforms into a desperate, shared mission. She discovers she's not just breaking her former betrayer; she's nurturing the only being capable of seeing the unseen enemy. Now, with the Azure Heaven Realm on the brink of cosmic war, the Empress and her uniquely broken apprentice must embark on an unprecedented campaign. Their goal isn't just victory, but to find a way to sever the Devourers' connection to suffering, to cleanse the very source of their sustenance. Can a betrayed Empress truly trust the man who broke her? Can a memory-shattered Lord rise to defend a realm he doesn't recall? Their intertwined destinies hold the key to either salvation or the ultimate feast for a universe-consuming hunger.
Isabella_69 · 8.4K Views

My Deal With Death

In a fractured universe ruled by ancient systems and silent wars, **Alex** is just another survivor—until he awakens the **CHAOS Core**, a living algorithm buried in the ruins of a forbidden Archive. Marked by a glyph no system recognizes, Alex becomes the first anomaly in a reality built to erase deviation. But the moment he touches the Vault, everything changes. Flung through realms where memory is currency and time loops like broken code, Alex finds himself hunted by the **Black Sigil Brotherhood**, a cult of system-purists determined to erase his existence. Beside him stand a rebel war-priestess, **Lux**, and a war-scarred tactician, **Kael**, both haunted by secrets and fractured allegiances. And in the shadows, the ruthless Nyra—wielder of the Garden Fragments—seeks to rewrite the system in her own image… even if it means sacrificing the last of her humanity. As Alex descends deeper into the heart of forgotten Architect tech, he discovers a horrifying truth: he is not a chosen one, but a **Split**, a self-branching paradox that threatens the very law of structured reality. With every choice, he risks becoming the very godlike system he fights against. Now, with the Brotherhood unleashing their final protocol and timelines unraveling, Alex must decide: Will he merge with the Core and lose himself forever? Or fracture reality even further to give it a future? --- **A high-stakes fusion of cyberpunk, cosmic myth, and post-human evolution, *My Deal with Death* explores identity, memory, and the price of rewriting fate.** When the systems collapse, the only thing left to fight for… is what you choose to become.
YIN_YANG_TAOIST · 12.1K Views

I became Death

I wake up in this blinding white space — typical Heaven aesthetic — and there’s God, sitting on a cloud like He’s been waiting for me all along. I expected harps, angels, the whole “Welcome to Paradise” deal. Instead, He looks at me and says, straight-faced: “Death retired.” I blink. “Excuse me… what?” “The Grim Reaper, the entity of death? Yep. Retired. Bought a beach house in another dimension. You’ve been chosen to replace them.” At this point, I think I’m hallucinating — bread still stuck in my throat or something. But no, it’s real. I’m now the new Death. And not the spooky skeleton with a scythe — no, I’m basically unreasonably powerful. the Death? Cloak, scythe, creepy skeleton vibe?” "Yeah, but that image's outdated. I have to walk across different worlds — real life, movies, games, comics, anime — all of it. And here’s the kicker: my power? Way too unstable. I don’t just shake someone’s hand and they drop dead — that’d be boring. It’s worse… my thoughts alone can vaporize people. Think “Oops, that guy’s annoying” — poof, he’s gone. Accidentally, imagine blowing up a planet? Say goodbye to that solar system. God leans in, still smiling like this is all normal: “Don’t worry, your mind will need training… lots of it. But you’ll get the hang of it. Also, yes… you can still have friends, relationships… maybe even fall in love.” I stare at Him like He’s insane. “With these powers? You sure?”
DanielBR · 17.4K Views
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