Kelly Chambers

Cain Sinthorne, the youngest of seven royal sons, was born with a skill so useless the kingdom branded him a disgrace. Consume, a passive effect that slightly boosts the potency of food and potions, earned him nothing but scorn. His family ignored him. The court mocked him. The nobles laughed behind his back. Only his best friend and his lover treated him like a person. Only they believed in him. Or so he thought. Lured into a beginner dungeon under the promise of training, Cain is betrayed and left for dead. Alone in the depths and on the brink of death, he stumbles into a sealed chamber hidden beneath the ruins. Inside lies a soul long forgotten. An immortal once revered as a savior, then cursed as the world's greatest villain. Their hatred, their sorrow, their rage—they are the same. When Cain awakens, he inherits not just the immortal’s memories but the truth behind his skill. Consume was never worthless. It was incomplete. Its true name is Gluttony, a power that feeds on monsters, skills, magic, and even souls. Cain will rise from the dungeon the world buried him in. And when he does, he will show them what it means to be consumed.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Betrayed by his beloved queen. Stabbed by the very men he raised to power. King Alaric died with a broken heart… and a blade in his chest. Fate’s twisted joke? He’s reborn. In chains. Collared. Beaten. Sold like cattle. Once a mighty ruler. Now a slave in a world of magic, monsters, and bastards with crowns. His new master? Arrogant with even little much money, and the personality of a wet cabbage. And the wife? Let’s just say... she deserves better. Much better. Just when he thought a future of licking boots and scrubbing chamber pots— [DING! You have awakened the Domination System.] Rule the strong. Break the proud. Tap the wife. Steal the life. “I—wait, what?” [New Quest: Subjugate your Master's Wife.] [Reward: +500 Power | Domination Skill Unlocked – Command Voice] [Bonus: Do it on the master’s bed for extra EXP.] He grins through the pain, eyes burning with ambition. They thought they broke him? They just gave him a reason to rise. Power. Revenge. Pleasure. He’ll take it all. ------------------ Note- No ntr, no yuri. Mc won't abandon his women, neither he will force them, and not every women will be subjugated. And System isn't all about subjugating others wives, and he won't be doing it often, it's just one of it's features... Join Discord for character Arts: https://discord.gg/S9SMCUnx

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

What would you do if the person who loved you most...was the one who hid your powers? Michael always thought his father was just strict. Overprotective. He never imagined that the man who raised him had shackled his very soul, sealing away his true power with a golden curse meant to keep him "safe." But safety... is just another word for a cage. After stumbling upon a hidden chamber beneath his family's castle, Michael awakens a force long buried...and with it, the truth of who he really is. Thrown into a shattered realm beyond reality, the Starfall Sanctum, he meets ancient spirits, forgotten weapons, talking swords, divine beasts, and fragments of a legacy he was never meant to remember. He’s not just a boy with a temper. He's the final heir of the Ashborne Devil Clan, a bloodline feared by gods, hunted by sects, and wiped from history for being too dangerous to exist. Every night, he is torn apart and every morning, he reforges himself sharper than before. But through the pain, he finds more than strength. He finds love—fierce, fragile, and unexpected and a reason to keep going that isn’t just rage. And above all, he makes a vow: To bring his mother back from the void. To tear through realms if he has to. To finish the battle she died starting. Now, the seal is shattered. His Umbral Core is awakened. And with it, come memories soaked in blood, a clan erased by betrayal, and a destiny that could set entire worlds on fire. This isn’t just a story of power. It’s about the boy they tried to keep small and what happens when he refuses to stay that way.

In a universe fractured by divine betrayal, the Archangel Michael has overthrown his Creator and seized the Five Realms. Humanity, once the pinnacle of creation, has fallen—twisted into monstrosities or erased entirely. But one book remains. One forbidden text buried beneath centuries of silence: the Records of the Cursed Prophet Moses. Young Guren, heir to a powerful priestly bloodline, discovers this book in a locked chamber he was never meant to enter. What he reads begins to unravel everything he thought was true—about God, about angels, and about himself. As visions stir and ancient memories awaken, Guren finds himself at the center of a celestial war that never truly ended. Was Moses truly cursed? Or was he the last beacon of a forgotten truth?

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.

In the harsh world of Eldoria, Orion Elias Aetherin is just an F-rank orphan, struggling for survival. But when he and his loyal friends stumble upon the hidden Lumien's Sanctuary, their lives are irrevocably changed. This isn't just any dungeon; it's a place of ancient secrets, granting them powerful cultivation techniques and rare, graded weapons, pushing his friends to F-rank, Tier 3. Yet, for Orion, the dungeon holds a bewildering mystery: a unique cultivation technique called 'The Primordial Tether' of 'Unknown' grade, which bafflingly requires a "Dungeon Core" to cultivate, leaving him frustratingly behind his rapidly advancing companions. As they battle tireless undead and navigate a collapsing, lava-filled third floor, Orion makes a desperate sacrifice, only to awaken in a mysterious chamber, miraculously alive and seemingly connected to the dungeon's very heart. Now, with a terrifying secret about his unique power and the cruel realities of a world that would exploit him, Orion and his newly powerful, yet still naive, friends must decide their next move. The trials for the prestigious Grand Arcanum University are about to begin in Eldoria, offering a chance at greater power and knowledge. But will it be a path to answers, or simply lead them deeper into the shadows of a world far more dangerous than they ever imagined?

Lilith was born with forbidden magic, a power feared and condemned in her village. She hid it for years, but when her secret is exposed, she is betrayed by her family and sentenced to burn. Just as the flames rise, Prince Hades of Valyron known as the "Shadow of Death" saves her, driven by curiosity. Hades, cursed for over three centuries, hides his torment behind cruelty. As Lilith sees past his darkness and vows to help him break the curse, their bond deepens into something undeniable. But in a world where magic is both a gift and a curse, will her light free him, or will their love lead to their destruction? EXCERPT Lilith barely breathed as Hades emerged from the shadows of her chamber, his presence wrapping around her like night itself. She should move. She should run. But she didn’t want to. He reached for her, his fingers trailing along her bottom lip—slow, deliberate. She shivered, not from fear, but from him. Lilith swallowed, her pulse a traitorous drumbeat. “Please… let me touch you, Hades.” A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips, but there was no humor in it. “Dangerous little thing.” His thumb lingered at the corner of her mouth, as if memorizing its shape. He whispered, tilting her chin up as his lips hovered near hers—so close she could feel his breath. “You will destroy me, little witch,” he murmured, his voice thick with something raw. “And yet… I can’t let you go.” His gaze burned into hers as he added, “I would let you drag me to hell if that’s what you desired.”

A forgotten kingdom. A sacred vow. A journey home across centuries. Centuries ago, the fate of a young Vietnamese noblewoman became entwined with the rise and fall of the Champa kingdom. Her name was Thanh Mai—a girl of silken grace and iron spirit, whose heart beat with forbidden love and a fierce loyalty to truth. Her story was nearly lost… until one man dared to follow its echo. In modern-day California, Kien Quoc—a quiet Vietnamese-American engineer—receives his father’s dying wish: return to Vietnam and uncover the roots of their family’s past. His journey leads him into the heart of central Vietnam, where sacred towers sleep beneath moss and myth, and where the memory of Champa lingers in song, stone, and silence. Guided by dreams and joined by Sari, a Balinese journalist equally devoted to Southeast Asia’s lost civilizations, Kien stumbles upon a revelation that challenges history, identity, and the very idea of nationhood. Along the way, they unearth a secret chamber beneath the holy valley of My Son—and within it, a truth that changes everything. Told in sweeping, poetic prose, Last Song of the Nation weaves together two timelines: the fall of Champa through the eyes of a young woman trapped between war and destiny, and a contemporary quest for heritage, love, and healing. At its core lies a question that haunts generations: What do we owe the past, and what can it still teach us today? This is a novel of memory and migration, of culture and compassion, of spirits that never die and songs that still carry across the wind.

He mocked the omegaverse. Now he’s living it—with a baby on the way. Souta Tachibana was just your average, overworked office drone—until his BL-obsessed coworker introduced him to a trashy omegaverse romance novel. Curious (and a little horrified), Souta read it for laughs. But then he died in an accident. Now, he wakes up in the body of Lucien d’Armoire, a minor noble in the empire of Aetheria. No plot relevance. No destined lovers. Just a quiet, boring life as a background beta. Until one morning, he throws up into a chamber pot… and his doctor says something unthinkable: “Baron d’Armoire, you’re pregnant.” Which is impossible. Because he's male. And straight! And because Betas can’t get pregnant. …Right? Except Lucien is no Beta. He’s a rare male Omega. Apparently, during one reckless, drunken night, Lucien slept with an Alpha. Now he's pregnant, confused, and definitely not ready to be a father. To make matters worse—he doesn’t even know who the father is.

Synopsis: He reached it. Godhood. After climbing through blood, betrayal, and ruin—he became divine. But the moment he ascended, the truth hit him like a cosmic hammer: It was a trap. The divine realm wasn’t paradise. It was a containment chamber. A cosmic lab. A system-designed slaughterhouse where gods are harvested, erased, and rewritten. > “Subject #928,363,353,839,265… Godhood confirmed. Begin Regression Protocol. Prepare to be wiped.” He was stripped bare. > Power: gone. Core: shattered. Memory: erased. Soul: blanked. Name: deleted. Identity: dissolved. Then discarded into a dead world. No thoughts. No pain. No instincts. Just a silent shell—fifteen years old, staring into the rain with no idea he existed. Do you want to know what happens when you cross the threshold? Novels 1. Lord of the Void Realm 2. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner 3. Zero Protocol: Red, The Code Ascendant 4. The Empty Threshold 5. MJ Reborn: Rebound from Oblivion 6. Amitabha Online: The Monk That Greets Death

After a strange encounter with one of the powerful entities known as the Primordial Ones, Case Kellys found himself thrown back in time--one hundred years before the Residents of Outer visited Earth. But time was no mercy. It was a warning. Now, armed with two powerful authorities—Timeless Authority and Dishonest Authority— and equipped with the knowledge of the future, Case no longer finds himself the man caught in the storm. He might be the one who starts it. Knowing the timeline shifts around him, threading to a more sinister path, Case knows what is coming—but not what’s changed. The enemies he once knew now pass by without recognition. The allies he trusted no longer exist. And in their place are things that should never have been born. Cosmic abomination, supernatural sentience, celestial leviathans, and the unknown. Whoever they are who made his life miserable in the past, this time will be different. “They erased me from history. I came back to end theirs.” The Return of the Tenth Commander has begun. ... -Updates everyday

[Mature Content] [18+ Only] [Smut] "Then let's dissolve our mate bond and reject each other! That way, you can make Claire your official Luna!" Addison's chest rose and fell violently, her breaths ragged with fury. "Who said you could leave? You are MINE!" Zion turned feral and took Addison back to their chambers and ravaged her for three days and three nights... "I'll make sure you're tied to this bed, and your legs are so weak you won’t even be able to stand," Zion snarled, pinning her down. His dark eyes flickered with gold, a clear sign that his wolf was watching her from just beneath the surface. ... Because they never truly tried to understand each other, their relationship was filled with misunderstandings. Zion, blinded by his petty pride and desire for revenge, refused to defend himself. He wanted Addison to pay for what he believed she owed him, but that very resentment became his own downfall. Addison, on the other hand, couldn’t wait forever for him to let go of his hatred and pain. She was ready to walk away. But when she finally disappeared from his world, Zion lost his mind. He turned his own pack upside down in a desperate bid to avenge the abuse and torture she had suffered. Yet it was too late—she was gone. And worst of all, he never had the chance to tell her the truth: the pup in the other woman's belly wasn’t his. He couldn’t openly reveal it either, because that woman held a special status they couldn’t afford to offend. Zion had sent Addison away to protect her from being killed, but his pride had cost him everything. Hurting her became his greatest regret—one that overshadowed even the death of his father, the former Alpha. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Their paths crossed once again. And then, Zion saw her. No, them. Addison had a son. No—she had sons. There was another one. Regret clawed at him. He had once taunted her, wanting to break her, but now all he wanted was to make amends—to reclaim the family he had lost. But how? The gap between them was wider than ever. She wasn’t someone he could simply walk up to anymore. Would he ever get the chance to fix what he had broken? Or would Addison choose the mate her father, the Alpha King, had picked for her? After all, she wasn’t just anyone—she was the Alpha King’s only daughter, destined to be the first female Alpha King in history.

It began with silence. Not the kind that crept through rooms late at night, or the kind that blanketed cities before a storm—but a silence that stretched across continents. A pause. A universal hush. Then, all at once, every living person on Earth heard it not through their ears, but deep inside their minds. "A new emperor has been born." The words were clear. Ancient. Powerful. Spoken in no language and yet understood by all. Some froze mid-step. Some wept without knowing why. Others—those with power or knowledge of the unseen—felt a ripple of energy surge through the layers of reality. The message didn’t stop at Earth. It passed through dreams, planes, and dimensions. And somewhere deep beneath layers of forgotten space, ancient things stirred. Beings locked away for centuries shifted in their prisons. Some smiled. Others screamed. Not all of them were sane anymore. Most of these creatures once gods, demons, or monsters had been cast into the crevices of existence. Trapped in what humans now called hells, their forms and minds had twisted over the ages. Once noble or divine, they had become demonic, dangerous, desperate. The message had confirmed what they had long feared and hoped: the imperial line had returned. An emperor had risen. In the deepest chambers of shadow governments and secret orders, alarms were triggered. Hidden organizations the kind that even presidents answered to scrambled into action. They knew what the return of an emperor meant: chaos... or salvation. And somewhere on the slopes of an old mountain, a young man named Philip stood he had just accepted the final legacy He didn’t hear the message. Not like the others. For him, the silence remained. But something within him shifted.

At first, there is only darkness. Then hunger. A presence stirs beneath the soil, silent, buried, and nameless. It does not think. It does not feel. But it learns. Inch by inch, year by year, it becomes more than earth and stone. Adventurers wander in. Blood is spilled. It watches. It remembers. It changes. It takes centuries, perhaps millennia, but the thing beneath the world finally awakens. It calls itself Jeff. Not a core, not a voice trapped in crystal, but the dungeon itself: its walls, its chambers, its very heartbeat. Jeff lives for one purpose, to grow, and it finds joy in the simplicity of death and rebirth. But as Jeff evolves, so too does its domain. Creatures mutate. Traps become art. A strange society forms among the monsters who dwell within. What began as instinct becomes contemplation and strategy, and what began as consumption and mindless creation begins to resemble something dangerously close to civilisation. Then the world notices. After all, Jeff is not just a dungeon. Jeff is a home. Jeff has dreams and goals. And he does not like unwanted visitors.

Five teenagers. One forgotten ruin. A book that should never have been opened. When Rylan and his friends sneak into the overgrown ruins outside their village, they’re just looking for a thrill. What they find is a sealed chamber, an ancient tome glowing with strange symbols—and a voice that speaks directly into Rylan’s mind. From that moment on, nothing is normal. Each of them is marked by a power tied to the world’s oldest elements—Fire, Ice, Forest, Light, and Shadow. Visions of a long-lost war haunt their dreams. And something buried deep beneath the surface of the world begins to stir again. As Rylan struggles to understand the fire within him, he discovers a darker secret: a second voice that calls itself the Veyr, filled with rage, sorrow... and memories that aren’t his own. They were never meant to be chosen. But the past is coming for them—and it won’t ask twice.

Kieran Percival Alaric, an inconspicuous yet enigmatic student, accidentally unravelled a secret inside the heart of a magical chamber. Not realizing the consequence, he was cursed by the celestial guardian, turning him into a demon when he is unable to control himself. Such a flaw disguised as a curse remarked curiosity among his friends: What did happen in the chamber, really?

> Every 24 hours, his power doubles. Abandoned in the outer sect with no background, no master, and no talent, Lin Xun was expected to rot in obscurity. But when a mysterious pulse awakens inside him—he begins to grow. Not gradually. Not linearly. **Exponentially.** One day of growth is a step. Two days is a leap. By day thirty... he stands on the edge of transcendence. But in a world that fears anomalies and crushes potential before it blooms, Lin Xun knows better than to reveal his strength. He hides. Learns. Evolves. All while buried deep beneath the Clear Spring Sect in a sealed, forgotten chamber. Now, he returns—stronger than anyone can imagine, yet still unknown to even himself. > “If a single step can shake mountains… what happens when I start running?” --- #### **What to Expect:** * **A grounded, rational protagonist** with sharp emotional control and terrifying growth. * **Deep worldbuilding**, hidden sect secrets, and layered mysteries unfolding across hundreds of chapters. * **A unique cultivation system**: The *Doubling Dao* is not inherited. It is **becoming**. * **No shallow systems. No easy fights.** Every move is calculated. Every choice is survival. * **A calm intensity** in every chapter. The silence is not weakness—it is warning. ——— **Title:** *Limitless Growth: Doubling Dao* **Genres:** Eastern Fantasy • Cultivation • Rational MC • Slow Burn Mystery • Exponential Power **Tags:** Overpowered Protagonist • Sect Life • Hidden Identity • Dao Comprehension • No Harem #### **Author’s Note:** This is a **rebuilt version** of the novel. Previous drafts have been taken down for a full rewrite. If you’ve read it before—welcome back. If you’re new—get ready. The real story starts now.

"Very well, mortal. Your… audacious request is granted. You will return to the beginning, stripped of your immediate memories, driven only by your inherent… drive. And our observation… will be most keen." Minwoo's smirk widened into a confident grin. "Good. Don't blink. You might miss something." The celestial chamber shimmered, the gods beginning to fade, their expressions a mixture of solemnity and intense curiosity. "The game… begins anew," their voices echoed, carrying a resonance of the unique arrogance of his desire.

Hua Jing was on top of the world. On the day she was to receive her Lifetime Achievement Award, she was involved in an accident which made her go into a coma. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was not in her original world but a world that was very unfamiliar! As soon as she opened her eyes, someone said by her ears, "Young miss! You are finally awake! Thank God. We can now begin preparations for your honeymoon!" Hua Jing was surprised. Honeymoon? What honeymoon? She was a proud single woman after that idiot Xu Ming had cheated on her so there was no way she could be married! When her senses fully return, she realized she has been transmigrated into a different universe and she truly has a husband and what was more surprising, her husband has six more wives! What a cheater! She clicks her tongue as she chases him away on the date he was to spend the night in her chambers! Her maid quickly shouts, "Young madam! You cannot treat the Prince of the Kingdom like this! Prince? Did she just say Prince? Hua Jing is confused. She desperately wants to go back! When she finally sees the Prince's real face, she realized he resembles someone from her other universe! Isn't that her enemy number one, the big star Fu Jing Rong? Oh Lord, how could that unreasonable man be her husband! Unacceptable! Totally unacceptable! ... My work is participating in a Contest. Please support by adding to your library.

In a post-apocalyptic world where multiple energy systems coexist, a group of game players obsessed with endless grinding emerges. Every day when Cheng Shaofeng wakes up, his first goal is to make this world… a little more like a video game. [Clone Production Chamber], [Loot Generator], [Attribute Conversion Tower], [Smartwatch Communication Station]… Toxic knife storms cutting through zombies, the Black Skeleton Legion employing the classic “Besiege Wei to Rescue Zhao” strategy, and storm totems automatically grinding tentacles… one creative player move after another. Flame Assault Troopers, Summoning Mystics, Whirlwind Dancers, Dual-Pistol Tacticians, Celestial Archons… with hundreds of unique professions created. The players exclaim: “This game is so grind-heavy! I find new materials every day!” “There are tens of thousands of skill combinations, and I can even learn skills from random passersby. I’m going to max out the skill wall at the base!” “Enough talk, the Lord just announced a new map has opened. I’m going to speedrun the dungeon and write a guide for the others to farm it!” “The world boss has appeared, everyone, let’s grind it together!” Watching the players grind until their eyes turn red, Cheng Shaofeng shrugs: “You can see for yourself, it’s not that I want to rule the apocalypse—it’s just that they can’t stop grinding!”

They say there is a lamp. Old. Forgotten. Passed from hand to hand. No one knows who crafted it, or when it first appeared. No forge claims its birth. No scholar dares to trace its trail. But everyone remembers the stories. A whispered name, passed from village to village, court to court, battlefield to battlefield. Some say it glows when touched. Others say it hums when it chooses its master. All agree on one thing: It grants three wishes. And with each wish, the world bends. Gold appears from dust. Enemies vanish like smoke. Dead lovers rise. Kingdoms fall. Gods weep. But there is always a price. They say the genie sealed inside once walked the world as a man—a kind man, too kind for the life he left behind. Now bound to the lamp, he watches everything. Remembers everything. He does not sleep. He does not age. He only waits. For the next hand. For the next master. For the next wish. And deep within the lamp, in a chamber of endless stars, a voice echoes to no one: "Wish carefully… because I must answer."

In a world where power rules and weakness is punished, Belle has spent her life trying not to be seen. The smallest wolf in a pack built on dominance, she knows her place—until fate drags her into the path of the Alpha King, a legend carved in blood and fear. He’s everything she was taught to avoid. Yet in his shadow, Belle begins to discover a strength she never knew she had… and a destiny she never asked for.

Dareth, a laborer in a fractured fossil quarry, discovers a hidden chamber that houses something more ancient than anything charted. When caught in a freak ashstorm, he undergos a terrifying encounter that leaves him changed—and marked. Update Schedule - 1 chapter a day minimum, more if I feel like it that day

Alden Morrison, a disillusioned college student in Tokyo, finds his mundane life turned upside down when a mysterious golden glow offers him a destiny beyond his wildest dreams. Chosen as the Tower Master, Alden is transported to an otherworldly chamber, where he gains the power to oversee the Ascendant Tower—a structure connecting multiple worlds. With his newfound abilities, Alden must manage the tower, create trials for climbers, and harness energy from anchored worlds. As he navigates his responsibilities, Alden must keep his true identity hidden, balancing multiple roles and forging alliances. Each decision he makes will shape the fate of the worlds and the beings within them. Amidst trials and challenges, Alden embarks on an epic journey of discovery and transformation, striving to achieve his ultimate goal. But with power comes danger, and Alden must navigate the treacherous path ahead to fulfill his destiny. #fantasy #urbanfantasy #LitRPG #adventure #magic #towermaster #multiverse #trials #hiddenidentity #gods #climber #power #transformation #epicjourney #mysticalworlds #adventurefantasy

Kurohana High was just another prestigious school tucked away in the quiet suburbs—until an anonymous message appeared in the class group chat: “Welcome to the Game. Task #1 begins now.” No one took it seriously… until the first student died. Now, trapped in an invisible nightmare with no way out, Class 10-B is forced to participate in a brutal, twisted series of tasks. Some are personal. Some are public. Some demand betrayal. Some demand blood. One mistake means death—and the Game never forgives. Behind every rule lies a punishment. Behind every friendship, a fracture. And watching it all from the shadows… something that isn't quite human. But there is one promise: Survive all tasks, and any wish you desire will be granted. In a classroom turned execution chamber, trust is a weapon—and survival is the cruelest game of all.

In a world developed from stolen alien knowledge, only power decides who lives… and who vanishes. Fourteen years ago, Kyron was born into the bloodline of one of the most feared Houses in human history — and cast out by the same. His name erased. His future uncertain. Now, on the day of his Awakening, he enters the Control Tower like thousands of others. But Kyron doesn’t seek survival. He wants revenge. Buried in his blood lies a power long thought extinct. A legacy twisted by death and silence... and something darker than any House has dared to create. The chambers are waiting. The gene protocols are live. And the game of heirs has just begun.

This book is also known as "Douluo: I can only suffer for Xiaogang". I just woke up and a beautiful apprentice was feeding me medicine. I drank it without any precautions. As a result, when the apprentice walked out, I flipped through the memory of my previous life and found out. Oh my God, you Gou Shi, I traveled through time and became Qianxunji, the Douluo of the Secret Chamber? ? ? At the beginning, I was facing the situation of being killed by the apprentice in revenge. Fortunately, I was bound to the Douluo Supreme Villain System. As long as I made the righteous unhappy, I could continue to become stronger. Tang San, Yu Xiaogang, Tang Hao... your nightmare is here.