Joking

As a joke, Fall chose to create a girl character in an old open world game with the class of Card Master, But that joke soon turned into a large reality. Fall now as his female avatar Fell is transported to the game world similar to that of the game but it has completely different rules and events. What is more concerning was that he was a girl, a Loli with a relatively small hitbox, watch him or should I say her as she survives her new reality and make friends along the way of her long journey and she will find out the lore she created for her character came true.

Bai Fan was a Chinese medical university student who woke up as a Japanese high school student named Kitagawa Tera about half a month ago. It was just like a typical starting point in a novel. He re-experienced life as a high school student in his twenties. Youthful, energetic girls, and colorful love comedies…That should have been the original plot… However, heaven was obviously playing a joke on Bai Fan as he had not inherited any memories of the original Kitagawa Tera. Follow the level-headed and cold Kitagawa Teru as he navigated around his new world with the ‘System’ that constantly gave him supernatural quests to clear.

A kidnapping shattered Sophia Diaz's innocence; the wealthy heiress who once dreamed of becoming a pastry chef never imagined she would fall into the hands of a demon who would change her world forever. Capone, who grew up amidst life-and-death shootouts, considered love a luxury and a joke. She was a toy for his amusement and a tool for his revenge, yet she unleashed a storm of bloodshed throughout his Mafia empire. With a simple deal, she finally won her freedom, believing their paths would never cross again. But he reappeared like a ghost, crashing her wedding, tearing her dress to shreds and destroying everything. Separated by gratitude, resentment and deep-seated enmity, he watched her disappear into the vast sea with his own eyes...

Chung Myung, the legendary 13th Disciple of the Mount Hua Sect and one of the 3 Great Swordsmen, is renowned for his triumph over the fearsome Chun Ma, the one who spread chaos and destruction across the world. After a brutal battle, Chung Myung takes his final breath atop the Heavenly Demon Sect’s mountain, his legacy sealed in history. But fate has other plans. A century later, Chung Myung is reborn in the body of a child, his spirit unbroken and his sword still sharp. However, his return is met with an unimaginable shock—The Mount Hua Sect has fallen?! What kind of twisted joke is this? The once proud sect, reduced to nothingness, and with his memory of the past slipping through his fingers, Chung Myung embarks on a journey to reclaim the glory of the Mount Hua Sect and prove that a true sword saint can never be defeated—not even by time itself.

In the vast river of time, all names are destined to be forgotten—except one. Shao Xian, once the Sovereign of Dao, stood above all existence, mastering the fundamental laws that shaped reality itself. Yet, betrayal came not from enemies, but from those closest to him—Ancient Deities, Celestial Emperors, and Primordial Entities conspired to bring his downfall. Surrounded and outnumbered, Shao Xian fell, his name erased from history. But fate is a cruel joke. Reborn in the body of a weak, nameless youth in a world bound by lesser laws, Shao Xian awakens with all his memories intact. This world may see him as nothing—but he is still the one who once ruled the heavens. This time, he will not repeat the mistakes of the past. There will be no mercy, no attachments—only absolute dominance.

I'm gonna say this now this book is mainly a comedy fantasy series so it's more like a mix of konosuba and boondocks. there will be harsh language and corny jokes you have been warned. The story will be following a group of adventurers on there day to day adventure and mission. in the group we have a hot vampire that loves to act like she's rich and spends off the groups money. a tomboy werewolf girl who loves eating to much food and some random op human ( he's black) that as to keep the group feed and a roof over there heads. that's the basic run down hope you enjoy.

[WSA-2025-ENTRY] "Why? Just why?" "Why did I became this guy?" That was the first thing I said when I see myself on the mirrors reflection. Lucien Drelmont. A bottom-tier instructor at Noctis Ardentis Academy. A joke of a character. A corrupt, talentless noble despised by both students and faculty. He was one of the early game villain, that was destined to die, a stepping stone for the protagonist, a scapegoat for the Academy, no matter what way the game is played his death was destined. And now I need to survive as him, in this hellish academy. _____________________ [No Harem] [No Romance] [No NTR&Yuri] 2-4 chapter per day

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him. One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence. That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker. Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death. But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that. Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there. But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money. Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way. Because, well—there was an afterlife. And it was absolutely not what I wished for. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

"I think am in love with Ishtar's husband," Nadia Browne said suddenly, and it sounded like a joke to her best friend Sonia.

Maya prophesied that December 21, 2012 would be the end of the world. On this day, some people were anxious and afraid of not seeing the sun the next day. More people held a playful attitude and celebrated with their loved ones in the early morning night, waiting for dawn to celebrate their safe passage through the end. The next day, the sun rose as usual, and people only thought that God was joking with everyone, working and living as usual. But they were too happy too early. The end has already quietly arrived, but they have been adapted to the harsh environment, unable to see the green mountains turn into yellow soil, and flowers and birds disappear; Unable to see the clear river turning into a foul smelling canal, fish and shrimp are dying; Unable to see grassland turning into desert, land howling According to the Observatory, there was a once-in-a-millennium meteor shower in the early morning of December 21, 2020. Many places can be seen with the naked eye, with young men and women rushing to tell each other, eagerly anticipating this romantic meteor shower. At midnight, the long-awaited miracle finally appeared. The moon, which had been hard to see for a long time, descended like a silver plate, clear and bright, right in front of me But then people were extremely frightened. According to the lunar calendar, this day is the Winter Solstice Festival on the seventh day of the winter lunar month. How could there be a full moon This is a beautiful miracle It's still the beginning of the nightmare

Tian Shen was your average unordinary guy—living a monotonous life. One day, fate (or rather, Truck-kun) decided to grant his wish… by sending him flying into another world at 120 km/h. When he woke up again, he found himself in the body of an outer disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. His talent? Nonexistent. His reputation? Of a molester’s. Just when he thought he was doomed to be cannon fodder, a golden screen appeared before him. 『Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have activated the Attribute System.』 『Congrats host, you killed 5th stage of body refining realm cultivator and gained Qi points ×30.』 『Congrats host, you killed 1th stage of Qi refining realm cultivator and gained Luck points ×80.』 『Absorbed white Attribute orb, gained 1-star sword.』 『Absorbed golden Attribute orb, gained divine Artifact.』 Tian Shen: “…Huh?” Armed with his new system, Tian Shen embarks on a ridiculous journey—casually strolling through battlefields to collect fallen attributes, dodging cultivation technique manuals (which drop on his head), and even trolling young masters into fighting just to farm their stats. But as he levels up in the most absurd way possible, he soon realizes… is he cheating too much? Because now, heavenly tribulations, ancient sects, and hidden experts are all eyeing him. Tian Shen: I am favored by the AUTHOR of this book, you lots can't even handle my shoes. *Rumble**Crackle* Again Tian Shen: I-i was just joking, don't take it seriously. **BOOM**

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn't the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else's story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I'll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

Steven, a third-year college student and a longtime "stagnant water" player of [Conquering Dungeons While My Girlfriend Spends Time with Her Steamy Boss~], never expected to wake up as the game’s most pitiful protagonist. Trapped in a modern fantasy world designed to make him suffer, he quickly realizes that if he follows the original story, he's doomed to be nothing more than a joke. But Steven isn’t the original MC. Armed with his knowledge of the game’s mechanics, hidden events, and every pitfall that led to the protagonist’s downfall, he plans to rewrite his fate. No longer a pushover, he will manipulate the plot, outgrow his scripted suffering, and indulge in the life the original MC never got to experience. In this world, strength means everything. And this time, Steven refuses to lose.

Not being a hero isn't the issue. The only problem I'm facing right now is surviving in this world!

She stared at him. "Are you dumb?" [Dumb: temporarily unable or unwilling to speak] Kai shook his head. "No, I can speak, I'm just not very good at it." he smiled sheepishly. "Tend to embarrass myself a lot." Stupid? Ignorant? Attracting unwanted attention? Kai Waltz waltzed into a foreign life his superiors labeled "Case Deadpan". Prove you aren't a joke or die trying. All Kai has going are his good looks which, let's face it, cause more trouble than not.

Waking up in a new world, the protagonist realizes he's landed in a genuine magical fantasy realm full of wonders—and deadly dangers. Just yesterday, he was an ordinary university graduate celebrating the end of his studies at a lively party. But today, he's a newcomer in a mysterious world ruled by three powerful academies, each led by a great mage. Things take an even stranger turn when he acquires a unique Trolling System! Its mission? Drive these mages to madness! However, there’s one significant problem—it’s not just a joke. The great mages are powerful, dangerous, and won't tolerate being mocked. If the hero isn't careful, he'll become ashes faster than he can say, "It’s just a prank!" Can he survive, balancing the leveling of his strength, jokes on the edge of life and death, and dangerous enemies who fail to appreciate his sense of humor? Or will he become the first person ever to drive the great mages to rage—and live to tell the tale?

Pure instinct to aid the weak. A noble impulse, right? My 'sin,' or perhaps my supreme stupidity, was trying to save a woman and her daughter from a brutal death. In the heat of the skirmish, a moment of carelessness cost me a gunshot. And then, the ironic confirmation of an old suspicion: the God of this world finds amusement in fallen heroes. Just as the darkness was claiming me, a strange phenomenon tore me from its jaws... only to throw me into the body of a noble baby, a child born with privileges, yes, but also with a curse. Lucien Whiteheart, his parents' fifth attempt at having an heir, was a doomed body. A grotesque curse denied them descendants, and now, I, a trapped soul, faced a premature death at the hands of enemies I never provoked. A blessing or a cruel joke of fate? I’ll find out, if I survive.

‘I must entertain the masses.’ This was Jester’s lifelong goal. After leading 12 different lives as a Hero, King, Sage, Jester, and more, all he wanted was to mock the king and his court. Unfortunately for him, his majesty didn’t appreciate his vicious jokes. Jester died, trying to flee for his life. But death wasn’t the end for him. For his 13th and last life, he triggered the Archetype System and reincarnated in a world of magic and perils. [This is your last life. Don’t waste it!] [Welcome to the world of Archetypes!] Soon, players from Earth would flood into his new world. But even players won't escape from his clutches! Even people from the Earth will be tamed!

Year 2177. Empyrean, the greatest VRMMO ever created, had long since changed the gaming world. One hundred floors stretched towards infinity, each a separate world teeming with nations, tribes, and countless races. Millions of players made this their second home, a realm where the sun rose and set, where seasons danced their eternal cycle, where life flowed like an endless river. The goal was simple yet impossible - find the key on each floor and ascend to the hundredth level. New players were meant to start their journey on one of the first three floors. But Kane Reed's fate was different. He stood alone on his floor, not yet comprehending the cruel joke destiny had played on him. It was only when he accepted the most basic of newbie quests - the eternal tradition of rat slaying - that he understood. [Current floors: 100]

"I came to reclaim this," she said as she pointed to his heart. "It has been a while, have you forgotten me, Orig? Or let me say, my husband, Governor Orig," She whispered as she placed her hand on his chest. Her breath was close to his lips, as if challenging him to resist the urge to throw her onto the bed and teach her a lesson until sunrise. Her hips swayed as she got closer to him, and he couldn't take his eyes off her. Her presence was powerful. He pulled her until she was pressed against his chest. Her fingers finally managed to touch him, and she felt the heat of his body. 'Damn it, are you joking? Your image is still engraved in my mind and heart for those four years, seven months, and five days and...' When he didn’t respond to her words, she decided to speak with her lips, for a few moments. Everyone watched in silence, even he was surprised by her boldness. "No, my dear Taya, it is you who will regret this." Can Taya win back her husband? Will he free himself from the control of his stepmother, confess his feelings for his wife, and correct the mistakes of his past? Read on to discover the secrets between the flames of their love...

When one is summoned to another world, it's usually because that fortune smiles upon the chosen one. Much like those shows visualized before their dreamy audience, the summoned heroes are blessed with gifted stats and traits, renown and respect, and eventually, a harem of many a fair maidens. So why am I here? Why am I isekaied if I don't even have OP stats? Why don't I know of the purpose that summoned here, or the trademark 'demon king' that I need to slay? Why am I here?! What's the point?! Why summon an idiotic loser?! What can I give?! Is this a joke?! Some twisted amusement for the fates to enjoy?! JUST LET ME GO BACK! I suppose... I have to figure all that out, don't I?

*"Trapped in a place where hope is nothing more than a cruel joke, I have learned one thing—pain is the only constant. Every scream, every drop of blood, every shadow that moves in the dark reminds me that escape is impossible. But then I met her. In this abyss of suffering, she became my only light. Weak, broken, yet still fighting—just like me. Together, we dream of freedom, even when the world crushes us beneath its weight. This is not a story of heroes. This is not a story of mercy. This is a story of survival, of blood-soaked nights, and of a hope so fragile that it might shatter at any moment. Will we make it out? Or will we become just another forgotten whisper in the dark?"*

Do deities play practical jokes on mortals? My new life in a new world is gratifying, so far, but I can't help but wonder why. There are no men and these women are ridiculous. One all-female race after another, in this part of the world, at least. Amazons, Elves, and Fairies; each with strange quirks and bizarre personalities. I keep collecting more of them as I try to carve out a place for myself in this world. Author's Notes: I intend this to be a lighthearted comedy, as well as a fun and intriguing power fantasy. I won't write anything disturbing, and I will make it as funny as I can.

Draven Craftlock was a serial killer who lived for the thrill of the hunt—until a freak accident and a bolt of divine lightning sent him straight to his death. But instead of eternal damnation, he wakes up in a bizarre new reality… as a single drop of blood. Turns out, God has a twisted sense of humor. Stripped of his physical form and bound by three divine rules that prevent him from mindlessly slaughtering his way to the top, Draven now has to find a way to survive in a world of magic, monsters, and gods who see him as nothing more than a mistake to be erased. But he’s not alone—Emma, an eldritch, reality-bending clown, has been assigned to “watch over him” (read: mock him relentlessly). With his instincts still sharp, his bloodthirsty nature barely contained, and his new reality stacked against him, Draven is ready to play the game. If he can’t kill outright, he’ll just have to get creative. After all, rules were made to be broken… right?

*"In some worlds, death is the end. In others, it’s a mercy."* Some stories are meant to inspire. Others exist to remind you that life is one long, merciless joke. This was one of those. A world where heroes and villains are just two sides of the same bloodstained coin. Where fate doesn’t grant second chances—only crueler ways to suffer. Where the so-called protagonist isn’t some destined savior but a walking catastrophe waiting to happen. And me? Well, let’s just say I wasn’t supposed to be here. No cheats, no divine blessing—just a front-row seat to a reality where even the strongest are just well-dressed pawns on a board stacked against them. -------------------------- *"In some worlds, death is the end. In others, it’s just a fucking courtesy."* Hey, normies, don’t get your hopes up—this ain’t some top-tier literary masterpiece. Just your everyday, pent-up engineer reject vomiting his frustrations onto a page. Love it, hate it, meme it to hell—I don’t care. Commitment issues? Oh, absolutely. No promises this won’t rot unfinished in some forgotten corner of the internet. Anyway, welcome to a world where heroes are just villains with better PR, the MC is a glorified landmine, and even death clocks in as the better option. No chosen ones, no overpowered cheats—just one long, cosmic joke with zero punchline. Enjoy the ride. Or don’t. Not my problem.

The world as I knew would never be the same after that day. The world goes on as normal when suddenly missiles are launched across the world and it's set in the apocalypse. Read to find out more. Author: This is my first ever work and I'm joking it goes well. I started with an idea and will continue to build off of it. I hope you like it and will try my hardest to create a great story. Hopefully I can try to get 2 chapters a week out if I get lots of support I will get more out. Thank you in advance for reading

In his past life, Jiang Chen was just an ordinary college student. But after reincarnating at the age of 18, he awakened the Max Learning System, allowing him to instantly master any skill to perfection. From martial arts to agriculture, blacksmithing to alchemy — he maxed out everything within a month. Yet, fate played a cruel joke on him. The system's true power could only be unleashed when he had disciples... Alas, in this remote town, where the only visitors were grannies buying vegetables, getting disciples was harder than ascending to immortality! While Jiang Chen quietly farmed potatoes and forged legendary weapons in the backyard, powerful sects trembled at the strange phenomena he unknowingly caused. Beautiful cultivators from ancient clans, seductive demonesses, and holy saintesses soon flocked to this "mysterious master," mistaking him for a hidden god... Unknowingly becoming the "Hidden Sage of the Mortal World", Jiang Chen’s peaceful life soon turns into a chaotic harem adventure filled with seductive beauties, clueless disciples, and heavenly misunderstandings.

My name is Ralph, you already know my life story. I'll bet you've met 7 other guys who share it. Bright ideals crushed by the weight of reality. As inevitable as it was cruel. And yet when that miserable life was meant to reach its end, I was given another chance. A chance to live again as the spoiled princess of a fantasy kingdom. If I'm honest, it felt a bit like the universe was playing a cruel joke on me. Still I had to persevere, or what, would I just waste my life again?

I was always the typical prankster, but Akira never reacted like the others. Instead of getting angry, she always smiled, and over time, that smile stopped being my target and became the thing I wanted to protect the most.

Hey, people. The name's Mark, but for you — MadMarks. They say they've cobbled together a book about my life. A decent one, no fluff or sob stories. Twenty years old, AK in my hands, and zero friends offline — just matches, training, and the journey from noob to pro player. Reality? That's when I walk out between matches to grab pizza. The rest of the time I'm where reflexes and skill matter, not showing off or mommy's money. What's inside? Harsh jokes, tactics pushed to the limit, me yelling at teammates, crushing opponents, and climbing the tournament ladder. You're either in the know and will laugh at every line, or you'll finally discover why we stare at monitors for hours. And if you're lucky — you'll understand what it's like when thousands of people watch your victories and fails. GG, easy game.