Boots Pixi

“I’m a warrior from the alternate universe.” “The Goddess summoned me to this world to defeat the Devil that has imperiled the world and to restore peace to the world.” “I understand that it’s my cardinal duty. Since I’ve been summoned to become a Warrior, I’ll do my best to beat my opponent even if he’s the almighty Devil.” “Don’t ask me why. That’s what the book says.” “But… isn’t this development straying from the plot?!” This is the beginning of a scam in an alternate universe. It is also the story of a warrior with a mission to defeat the Devil. At the end, he realized that he had been duped instead.

"——Dimensional Cube User Manual——" "One: The Dimensional Cube can automatically absorb energy from the dimension, once a month, it may randomly open a dimensional passage for Dimensional Travel." "Two: The Dimensional Cube has the feature to convert different Dimension Power, available for use at any time." "Three: The Dimensional Cube includes a storage space, available for use at any time." "Four:......" This is the story of a man who once was unable to choose his own future, who in this life vowed to live for himself. Carrying the Dimensional Cube, Reiger arrived in a world of swords and magic, wandering through various dimensions, hoping to find redemption in this alternate world.

Sachihiro Takahashi had two hobbies: Kendo and Video Games. Those were his hobbies until he meets the Goddess of Luck and Fortune, who selects him to represent her in an insane killing game. Now, he lives his life in a battle royale between the gods and their chosen warriors. He must fight and grow stronger, or get buried under another gods boot. May fortune favor the bold.

Jian Tian transmigrated into a Mary Sue school novel and became the cannon fodder female supporting character. Although she is cannon fodder, her entire family is full of villains. The villainous eldest brother opposes the male lead and leads the company to bankruptcy. The villainous second brother opposes the female lead and ends up with crippled legs. The villainous third brother is a love-struck fool and ends up on the streets. And she has it worse, being implicated and sent to prison. Why should she be the only cannon fodder in a family of villains? She wants to turn the tables! She wants to rise! However, just as she ignites her fighting spirit, she discovers she’s bound to a system that will obliterate her soul if she doesn't slack off. Jian Tian: "..." Lies down. And she even persuades her whole family to slack off collectively. Seeing the eldest brother working overtime at the company: "Stop working overtime; after all, the company won't be yours in the end! Trust me, first lose 1 billion!" Seeing the second brother busy with his medical career: "Don't work too hard, after all, you're ultimately making wedding dresses for others. Why not research a cure for crippled legs instead?" Seeing the third brother running errands for the female lead: "Isn't being a happy bachelor nice? Why must you suffer for love? Wake up, licking the boots will get you nothing in the end!" The three brothers of the Ji family: "..." Has our little sister gone crazy? Later, after experiencing the joy of slacking, the three brothers: "Hmm, this is nice..." However... We agreed to slack off together, so how did you quietly become a top boss?! Jian Tian awkwardly scratches her head: "There’s too much development in my field; I can't help it." And the dark villain lurking in the shadows, aggressively wrapping his arms around her waist: "Hmm? How about including me too?" Jian Tian: "..." Don’t come near me!

【StrongFL，Faceslapping】 【Superrich ML，sweet pampering】 Lin Wu was reborn. Her mother was duped into a sham marriage by a worthless man. And she herself was the pitiful illegitimate daughter kicked out of a wealthy family. She was mocked, "What can a wild child from the countryside amount to?" Facing adversity, she smiled faintly. What did being an illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family matter? She helped her poor mother to kick her worthless father to the curb, quickly gave her stepmother the boot, crushed the trash. She established her own skincare brand, living a prosperous life ever since. Forgiving her enemies? Never. If there's no justice, she will be the justice herself. —— Just as Lin Wu's life is thriving, her grandfather's family, who had been missing for many years, finally found her! And so, the woman who everyone thought was forsaken, divorced and saddled with a child, unexpectedly became the sole heir to a super wealthy family. What shocked Lin Wu even more was that her "good-for-nothing" car mechanic boyfriend transformed overnight into an unattainable top tycoon. Afterwards, Lin Wu became a lady of high society, who got everything handed to her on a platter and was pampered by the tycoon to the heavens and back. —— Later. Lin Wu had become a renowned female entrepreneur. Standing on a high platform, she delivered her speech: "Our ancestors mostly valued boys over girls. They neglected the education and growth of girls, trapped them between household and trivial matters, asserting that husband was heaven and son was earth. Once betrayed by men, these women would lose their support and be condemned as ruined!" "But today!" "Look at this plaza filled with thousands of people, they are all young female entrepreneurs, the hope of humanity!"

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

In a world where strength is defined by the beasts you tame, power is everything. Contracts forged with monstrous creatures unlock abilities beyond mortal comprehension, elevating their tamers to the heights of glory. The stronger your beast, the higher you stand. For Auron Raventor, the heir of a prestigious family, it should have been simple. Except, there's one little problem—he’s the sole failure in a lineage of prodigies, completely incapable of forming a single contract. The world calls him talentless, a waste of potential. And frankly, Auron's almost amused by how right they are. Resigned to a life of ridicule, Auron would have happily embraced the peace of obscurity if it meant being left alone. But the universe clearly has other plans. In the darkest moment of his despair, a buried power awakens within him. A power older than the very concept of taming itself. He doesn't form contracts. He devours. Absorbing strength straight from the beasts he defeats, merging their abilities into his own. It’s unnatural. It’s dangerous. And it’s about time he made the world realize they’ve been looking at power all wrong. Armed with abilities that shouldn't exist and a blatant disregard for their rules, Auron’s set to carve his own path. One that doesn’t involve licking the boots of arrogant elites or begging for their approval. Let them scoff. Let them sneer. By the time they realize the true scope of his power, it’ll be far too late. Strength. Survival. Ascendancy. And maybe........ just maybe....if the world’s lucky, Auron might just leave a few pieces behind when he’s done.

Magi of Sinlung Larin was just another apprentice magi, content with the quiet pursuit of knowledge—until war shattered his world. The Kirat Empire, an iron-fisted colossus, has long trampled Xiaxo under its boot, but their rule has fractured. As rebellion brews and ancient forces stir, Larin finds himself at the heart of a conflict far greater than he ever imagined. The magic of Sinlung, the breath of the land itself, is awakening. Beings older than recorded history—Primordial entities, Guardian Beasts, and cosmic civilizations lurking beyond the stars—have begun to make their moves. Some see humanity as pawns, others as tools, and a few as something more. But the wars of gods and conquerors will not wait for one young magi to catch up. Resistance is inevitable. Betrayal is certain. Survival is not. Larin must wield every scrap of knowledge, power, and cunning to carve a path forward. From the battlefields of Xiaxo to the depths of forgotten ruins, from the councils of war to the whispers of cosmic magi, he will face blood, sacrifice, and impossible truths. The world is shifting, and with it, the nature of magic itself. Will he remain a mere student of the arcane, or will he forge himself into something greater? What to Expect: In-depth and immersive worldbuilding – Traditions, cultures, and histories woven into a living world. Grand-scale civilizations – Empires, resistance forces, and cosmic hierarchies, each with their own agendas. A clash of ideologies – What does it mean to rule? To resist? To be free? Philosophical and moral complexity – No easy answers, only difficult choices. Slow-burn grimdark progression – A mix of slice-of-life, political intrigue, and brutal reality. A layered magic system – Sinlung Arts, ancient philosophies, and the unraveling secrets of existence. GameLit elements – Structured progression, world mechanics, and a system beyond mere stats. Updates M/W/F

[BOOK 1 Completed!] [BOOK 2- STARTED.] Su Chen, who is tired of following the villainous plot, where he is hunted down by the protagonist’s halo finally decided to call it quit. “Okay, this is the final time that I am repeating this damn plot.” “What? All the heroines can hear my inner voice?… “….So what? You all heroines think that I will be your Licking dog? Low-rated Villain? Same Rich scumy-second generation who buys you everything following that damn original script?” “Sorry, but you are gravely mistaken, my dear!” ……… [No NTR][No Yuri] ………. ***Winner of 2022 yearly Villain book category contest**** …….. Additional tags:(Eavesdropping) ( villain mc) (smart mc) (No beta mc) (no boot-licking mc) ( no pretending to be hidden big-shot) (yandere) (tsundere) ( harem accepting mc) ( brain-wash) (kidnapping) (mindbreak) (Stockholm syndrome) (true love) (obsession) ( regret) ( redemption?) (Strong to stronger). **Cover as well as character images are Ai generated. **Add me to join invite-only author discord server^^ **English used is mostly Uk/British version.

[MATURE CONTENT] Arella is an angel. Well, she used to be an angel. A real, bona fide, halo-wearing, wing-flapping celestial being. That was until one tiny whoopsie where she unfortunately burns a pair of wings at a banquet happens. Fine! There was more than one tiny whoopsie. Fast forward a few hours later, and Arella found herself booted from the pearly gates with nothing but her wings and an eviction notice. Her family called it a "vacation." Ha! A vacation, in the human realm of all places! One hundred years later, Arella calls it her new life. Turns out, living among humans isn’t half bad—especially when you can turn invisibly smug at their lack of ability to fly. Early retirement has never been so blissful. That is, until the heavens smack her face with a message: Arella’s back on duty. And her new job? Marry. The. Demon. King. Wait, what?! Marrying the Demon King isn’t exactly on Arella’s bucket list, especially when demons and angels have been sworn enemies for eons. But orders are orders. So, off she goes, wings drooping and attitude cranked to full sass, to meet her new husband—a devilishly handsome demon who seems unnervingly smitten with her. Not to mention the heat that surges within her the moment she lays her eyes on him. Cue in dinner dates, fiery arguments (literally), and a series of catastrophes involving Arella purposefully setting a demon's hair ablaze with her holy fire. But as Arella settles into this bizarre celestial-demonic union, she uncovers a sinister plot that threatens not just her marriage but their entire reality. Turns out, angels and demons might have to join forces to stop a threat that neither side can handle alone. And Arella? She might just be the unexpected key to saving everyone. Armed with nothing but her quick wit, trusty angelic powers, and a painfully doting husband who may or may not leave her love notes carved into rock when she is angry, Arella must navigate battles, betrayals, and the occasional marital spat to protect their world. After all, nothing says “happily ever after” like saving existence itself, .... right? Right? One fallen angel. One absolutely smitten demon king. And a whole lot of chaos.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

A promise. A fruit born from the sacrifice of his own lightbringers, was the one and only thing that stood between him and a fate that he knew not. But as it is, what a cruel turn life may have at times. A mockery that burns deep within the recesses of one's soul... ... But as accursed as this may be, this could turn out to be the greatest strength. Therefore, one and all, I welcome you. Witness a new creation, a burning ray of light birthed from "cruelty and darkness". Might have some corrections here and there for more coherence but I do hope you enjoy.

Life is a Trickster: While some losers from isekai stories accidentally stumble into portals, instantly gaining superpowers, harems, and the title of "Overlord of Everything" without lifting a finger, others work for years chasing a dream—only to lose everything in a single moment. The first ones? They're the chosen, pampered by fate. Fall into another world, sneeze twice, and boom—you’re a god, smacking dragons around like flies. Funny, isn't it? No sweat, no tears, no callouses—just a fairy-tale jackpot for those who’d be nobodies even in their original world. But Adam? He’s not one of them. He clawed his way to the top—admission to MIT, perfect AP scores, his parents' pride. No portals promised, no magic shortcuts—just grit and grind. And the reward? A blinding flash, a sudden pull, and instead of triumph, he’s thrown into a nightmare. No magic swords, no cheat systems, no winged allies—just rust, pain, and trials that would crush anyone. From golden boy to fate's prey, without hints or handouts. Justice? Don’t even ask. Now, Adam must walk through a hellish universe where every breath is a victory and every step could be his last. Can he survive, stripped of everything he loved, in a place where "almighty losers" would be waving spells around? This isn’t a tale of easy wins—it's a test of spirit and endurance. Because life loves irony: some get a golden platter, others a boot to the abyss. But Adam will march forward, through the Distant Universe.

I ran so fast— my boots digging into the snow. There was nothing to protect me from the cold. When I no longer heard his footsteps behind me, I risked a glance over my shoulder. Relief barely washed over me before I turned back, only to freeze in terror. He was standing right in front of me. He stalked towards me like a predator watching it’s prey. His eyes dark and cold. I swallowed hard, taking a slow step backward. “I think you are forgetting something, Freydis,” he murmured. “What?” “That a wolven, a beast like me, can’t be killed by a single stab,” he said. “If you wanted to kill me you should have aimed for the heart.” In an instant, he was not standing in front of me. He’d moved so fast that it left me breathless. I felt his fingers trail across my soft skin. I swallowed hard, my mind screaming for me to run. Just before I could do anything, he struck, his sharp fangs pierce into my skin.

William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm. Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence Read the full story at a fair price on P a t r e o n: www.p*atreon.com/c/alcatroz/shop Press the link to read chapters 01 to 600!

"You, boy, shall take on my power and hide it," the beautiful woman declared, her white hair flowing like a cascade of silk in the wind. It was almost the same shade as the snow crunching beneath my boots—yet hers shimmered with a majesty that made it seem otherworldly. It wasn’t until I found myself flat on my back, sprawled in the snow, that I truly understood the weight of her words. I stared up at the woman, her piercing blue eyes now blazing with an eerie, glowing red. Fangs glinted as they protruded from her lips. Her cold, pale hand gripped my neck, pinning me down, while her other hand pressed firmly against my shoulder. I could feel the weight of her power, suffocating and undeniable. — Sebastian Gray is a vampire. Yeah, that pretty much sums up his life. A vampire pretending to be human—it’s easier that way. After all, who would believe him if he told the truth? Things were fine, mundane even, until Silas Gael showed up. The new transfer student claimed to be a “High-Class Mage from Scotland,” loudly announcing his purpose to anyone who would listen: to find the pureblood vampire hidden in Portland.

In the dead of winter, beneath a bleak sky, a lone child flees through a vast, snow-covered forest, chased by men whose swords gleam with deadly intent. His breath is ragged, his steps faltering, but he doesn’t dare slow down. With every crunch of snow beneath armored boots drawing closer, the child knows he’s running out of time. When a single misstep sends him tumbling to the frozen ground, all seems lost. His pursuers close in, their blades raised, ready to strike. But something stirs in the shadows of the forest, something ancient, something watching. The chase may have ended, but the story is just beginning.

[WPC MAR 2025 ENTRY] The world changed when the HERO.EXE System activated. Suddenly, everyone gained a hero rank, a level, and unique abilities. Strength was no longer determined by talent or training, only by how well you leveled up. Society evolved into a gamer’s paradise, with Hero Academies, leaderboard rankings, and world-class tournaments deciding who would rise to the top. Takeru Inoue was supposed to be one of them. But when his system booted up, instead of the usual stats screen, he got a single line of text: [Welcome, Beta Tester. Debug Mode unlocked.]

Two years after the fairy-human kingdom Magicae gets rebuilt from the Pixies and the Devil Kirolorria's attacks, the daughter of King Eris and his husband King Henry goes to the land of nymphs, Astellan that has a boarding school that she is required to attend to strengthen the kingdoms alliance. She finds herself new friends quickly and gets recruited into a special group. She navigates her way through school, friendship, family, and magic, but some far away entities have evil plans for Astellan. (SPINOFF/SEQUEL TO Fairy and Fairy Hunter) P.S if you haven’t read Fairy and Fairy Hunter this might not make sense, so I recommend reading that first. (A lot of chapters of the Fairy and Fairy hunter are kinda badly written chapters, but I was in my flop-no-good-novel-writing era. But please read that first and try to make sense of it.

In a world, similar to earth, with a lush planet and advanced technologies,near cyberpunk mixed with old technologies and ideologies, a millennia ago, a very power god, worked hand in hand with an extremely advanced race, to combine technology and magic, making this world known as Lua, undergo changes, with 10 continents, each with its own nations, to change, people gained a system, the systems helped grant a class, some were combat, others engineer, and some everyday professions, like blacksmiths, armorers, even actors had classes be born into existence, well on year 2153, a particular short statured girl------ named Silver Hailstorm, whom just turned sixteen, the age of the system awakening and also the day she has to register her class with the kingdoms hunters association, something some dread for their weak or common class, others look forward to, but on this day, silver is treating it like any other. Working in the family owned mechanic and armor fitting shop, where most of the clientele is military vehicles, the money is decent,but not enough to help us climb the social pedigree and gain a spot in a tier 2 city. Silver is a cat girl standing at only four feet tall, making her no bigger than the dwarves, and no less aggressive as them, usually wearing her mechanic coveralls, and a black tank top, the upper part of the coveralls tied around her waist, and her over sized weilding gloves, and weilding goggles adorning the top of her hair, grease stains can be seen all over her, but uncaring to all this as she works on taking the damaged armor panels off the hover troop transport. A vehicle that has a very similar appearance to a humvee or Bear, on earth. Her Dad, Also a Cat person, here they are just known as nekos from here on thats how they will be addressed, burst through the office door into the bay while trying his best to yell over the drown of loud rock music, and the industrial grinder. "Sil!...Sil! you have to go awaken and register your system!". Barely hearing him over the noise, silver cuts the grinder off before walking over to her dad, giving a quick hug before dashing out while tossing over her reply. "thanks dad for the reminder im leaving now!" And like the neko she has always been, fast and too agile for her own good she sprints down to the office, her small size allowing her to zigzag and at times perform acrobatics to not bump into people, a feat larger people would struggle to repeat as she does, rushing to the office about half an hour away from the shop on foot. She laughs and cackles on glee and the sheer freedom and speed she is going through so mych foot traffic, being a tier one city with more than twenty million people in it, theres always a lot of foot traffic.Some people who have seen her in traffic before are used to her antics while others are awestruck and surprised as she flashes by, her red pixie cute hair fluttering around her and her red and white stripped hears easily seen as she does flipps and dives over people into the tiny spots in the crowd. After a near flat out run, for 15 solid minutes, making it outside the huge hunters building, where hundreds of thousands of new hunters and old are streaming in for various reasons, some are just like her here to activate the system and see what they awakened as and to register.Walking in and looking around having to hop several feet in the air a few times to survey over the crowd, in doing so drawing some attention from several group all around wondering if she is part rabbit or something, some of the people in line in front and behind her giggle and laugh and a couple dwarves smirk as they realize what she is trying to do before she finally sees that she actually randomly selected the correct line on the first try. "phew, made it, and im not dead last, hopefully i awakened something with machine..." she says,a bit of forshadowing.

Zhao feng,an eighteen years old student from earth transmigrated into the body of a lazy young master of red moon continent,a cultivation realm ,where the strong dominate and the weak gets trampled upon, upon arriving,he got the 'Fury System' after his cute vixen sister got angry at him. Zhao feng initially wanted to enjoy a prodigal and carefree life after knowing how powerful his father was, until he had a taste of strength that the system gave him,he only had to make people angry to get fury points and raise his realm indefinitely. Since then, Zhao feng has made his life goals 'To make people furious " He encountered great difficulties and tribulations on his journey to immortality,alongside his shameless minions, since he never targets those weaker than him, it's always those whose strength is far above his, those that can kill him in a wave of their hands, but as fate will have it,they overcome all disasters. Zhao Feng stood tall, his eyes blazing with defiance as he faced the formidable warrior, Jin Tian. Jin Tian's face twisted in rage, his massive fists clenched, ready to strike. "You're just a foolish mortal, Jin Tian," Zhao Feng sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your strength is nothing but a joke. You're just a brute, relying on your physical prowess to intimidate others." "Fury +5000" Jin Tian's face turned beet red, his eyes bulging with fury. "You dare to insult me?! I'll crush you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, I'm shaking in my boots." In a crowded tavern, Zhao Feng sat at a table, sipping a mug of ale. Across from him, the stunning beauty, Ling'er, glared at him, her face pale with anger. "You're nothing but a shameless dog, Zhao Feng," Ling'er spat, her voice venomous. "You think you're clever, but you're just a coward, using your words to hurt others." Zhao Feng grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, Ling'er, you're so beautiful when you're angry. But let's be real, you're not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?" "Fury +3000" Ling'er's face turned scarlet, her eyes flashing with rage. "How dare you!" Zhao Feng chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot that beauty and brains don't always go hand in hand." "Fury +5000" Zhao Feng stood at the edge of a cliff, gazing out at the breathtaking landscape below. A faint smile played on his lips as he reflected on his journey so far. "Ah, the Fury System," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "You've really helped me, haven't you? I've grown stronger, smarter, and more ruthless." He chuckled, his voice carrying on the wind. "And I've brought chaos to this world, haven't I? The strong are trembling, and the weak are cowering." Zhao Feng's smile widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But that's what makes life interesting, doesn't it? The uncertainty, the danger, the thrill of the unknown." He raised his hands, embracing the wind, the sun, and the world below. "Bring it on, world. I'm ready for whatever you throw my way." As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in a warm, golden light, Zhao Feng's laughter echoed through the valleys, a haunting melody that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it. May I ask you to follow Zhao feng in his journey of standing against the heavens,crossing mountains of corpses and rivers of bloods to get to his destination. Deities and immortal beings became his stepping stone to the greater DAO . Oh,he didn't forget one important thing..... making his enemies puke blood in Fury.

Adrian thought he had bought a game. Instead, the game had bought him. When he booted up War Crown, he expected a night of strategy and conquest. What he got was a contract—one written in blood and bound by fate. His first world, Athenia, teetered on the edge of annihilation. Daemons from the void twisted nature into monstrosities, cities burned in endless rebellion, and a young emperor, Kael, stood alone against the tide. Victory wasn’t just an option. It was survival. The game had spoken: Clear Act 1 before the deadline, or be claimed by the game itself.

In his past life, Zheng Yun was just an ordinary student—weak, powerless, and bound by the chains of mortality. But fate had other plans. He died and was reborn into the Rana World—a realm of endless slaughter, where power was the only law and weakness was a death sentence. His first 300 years were a nightmare. He suffered, bled, and drowned in agony. Fear became his shadow, pain his closest companion. He was hunted, betrayed, and crushed beneath the boots of the strong. But he did not break. He learned. He adapted. He endured. By 700 years, the man who once feared death had become a legend of terror. Brutal. Cunning. Manipulative. Pragmatic. His emotions were long dead, his conscience erased by centuries of war and betrayal. He saw through the falsehoods of morality, embracing absolute self-interest. He did not seek justice. He did not seek revenge. He sought domination. But fate was not done with him yet. One day, he was betrayed once more—not by an enemy, but by the very world itself. When he should have ascended beyond mortality, the heavens rejected him. His soul was shattered and cast into the cycle of reincarnation once more. And when he awoke again… He was Zheng Yun, once more—a youth at the very start of his journey. But this time, he was different. He remembered everything. The suffering. The betrayals. The power. The truths hidden beyond life and death. This time, he would not climb step by step. He would seize the world in his grasp. In the brutal world of Rana, where ancient beasts roam, where cultivators wield heaven-shattering power, and where empires rise and fall in an instant… A renegade has returned. One who fears nothing. One who trusts no one. One who will burn the heavens if it stands in his way. Let the world tremble. Let the gods cower. Zheng Yun walks the path of insanity once more.

Have you ever wonder what it would be like to be strong, stronger than anyone else, that people would be glad to lick your boot and you vow to no one except yourself. "Well, I wonder that as well, But it's nothing but a dream of fiction that I Have deluded myself to believe every time, I'm no hero." "Everyone has a mask and everyone has a puppet, my puppet is just weak because I am weak." "The weakness of them all, They laugh an push me around with their puppets but one day I will get revenge." "If you're like me, You want vengeance, You want justice and don't care about the cost, so you and I are leaf's from the same tree." "I will make them all pay I promised you that my puppet and I will fight until the sweet-bitter end."

Waking up in a strange, unfamiliar place right after beginning her overtime, Ming Yue thought stiffly, "Ahhhhhhh!! Where in the nine heavens am I?!" In the next second, foreign memories rushed into her mind... 'Wait… after reading all those fake daughter novels, have I become one of them?!' But there was good news: at a young age, she could live a life of luxury! Unfortunately... she had reached adulthood and the real daughter was already back!! Thankfully, she had the assistance of "Gossip System #007", allowing her to live freely... or so she believes. But... Where did these clingy, overbearing brothers and overly doting parents come from? With an adorable big sister to boot!! Her siblings' obsession with her? Totally unexpected. Their constant attention? A bit too much. But hey, at least her life is never boring! Clingy brothers, doting parents, adorable big sister: "...What can we do but be close to you to eat the latest melons!!" Ahem, lil sis, you're just too cute to leave alone! Cute lil sis who is actually a martial master: "..." And somewhere in the background, the forgotten male lead speechlessly sighs: "..." Do I have no value at all? ====== Warning: Do not enter if you dislike "real romance" and only want a strong FL that goes weak in the knees at the sight of ML! That's never gonna happen in my novel! ++++++ A/N: Hehe~ I'm writing this for fun coz I want a break from this darned college!! i am not crying, you are!! Since this is my WSA entry, do support it to the fullest!! Join the Discord server for upate notifications and more: https://discord.com/invite/Qb86VeyvzP (You need to copy paste the link to your browser.)

The most loved K-pop idol, Lee Yong, had exhausted his creativity and reached a block. When he was frustrated about his inability to write music anymore, the new choreographer entered the company. The flirty perverted choreographer became his muse pretty soon. When he realised his love for the choreographer, he denied it for the sake of his career. When the adorable man confessed first, he rejected the choreographer cruelly. But later, he did not want to see his man being pursued by others, and he was determined to get his man back. Choi Haneul hid all his schemes and revenge plans under his shameless perverted behaviour as he entered the entertainment company. Taking revenge was his main job while being a choreographer was a side hustle. He was attracted to the boyband's leader, and he noticed the leader was also stealing glances filled with desire. Hence he started to crave more than the glances. Choi Haneul closed his heart long back and never wanted to be in a relationship. But he wanted to open his heart to the idol and be in a relationship. With all hope, when he confessed, the idol rejected him cruelly. So what would he do when the charming band leader tried to win him back? Or will he choose his revenge over love which comes with many terms and conditions? While the tug of war was going on between the choreographer and the band leader, band members smartly chose the choreographer’s side and ate melon seeds every day as they watched one drama after another instead of helping their leader. *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to try the steak from that new place. But all the tables are booked for a month. Lee Yong: Surprise! I invited the chef to cook the streak for our first date this Friday. Choi Haneul: I will come to eat, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Our choreographer is the best!!!! *************************** Choi Haneul: I wanted to watch that new movie. My free time and the movie screening time are not in sync. Too bad! Lee Yong: Surprise! I have already made arrangements. We will watch the movie in my flat for our first date. Choi Haneul: I would like to have cheese popcorn while watching the movie, but it is not a date. Let’s invite others as well. Band members: Yay!!! We are in for the movie night! *************************** Choi Haneul: I really wanted those dancing boots, but it is out of stock. Lee Yong: I knew you would like it. So I bought it for you. Choi Haneul: Thanks. Let me pay for it. Band member: Ouch, leader! Does it hurt too much???? *************************** Lee Yong: Where are you going all dressed up cutely? Choi Haneul: My first love is coming to the school reunion. I want to meet him. Lee Yong: Well, you are not going anywhere but my bed today. Band members: What?????? *Ding Dong* Choi Haneul: My first love is here to pick me up! Band members: Woooo hooo!!!!! *************************** Join the journey of the stubborn idol and the shameless choreographer to see what they would choose? Will Lee Yong choose love over his career? Will Choi Haneul choose love over his well-crafted revenge? P.s: The cover belongs to the rightful owner, and it will be removed if the original owner asks to do so. WARNING: THIS IS A GAY LOVE STORY WITH EXPLICIT CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH IT, SPARE THE NOVEL. Discord: https://discord.gg/jSQxjwPV5s Instagram: lazii_ladii

"Football: Rejecting the National Team, I Join a European Powerhouse" Ye Chen returns to 2011, only to be expelled from both Manchester United's youth academy and the Chinese U17 national team at the very beginning! However, he refuses to give up. Traveling to Germany, he embarks on his professional career at Borussia Dortmund! A golden-scaled fish is never meant to stay in a pond; once it meets the storm, it transforms into a dragon! Bundesliga Golden Boot, European Golden Boy, Ballon d'Or... Sir Alex Ferguson: "The doors of Manchester United will always be open for Ye!" Cristiano Ronaldo: "Are you kidding? I'm great, but Ye is the ultimate striker!" Lionel Messi: "I long to play alongside Ye—he could be the core of Barça's Dream Team IV!" Joachim Löw: "I hope Ye will consider joining our national team—we are in dire need of a world-class striker!"

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.

The world was forged in war, tempered in blood, and ruled by the strong. Kingdoms rose and fell at the edge of a blade, and power was the only law. Nobility held sway over the weak, their last names etched into history, while those without one were little more than dust beneath their boots. In this world of cold steel, alchemy, and martial prowess, a child without a name or lineage would have to carve his own fate through sheer will alone.

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”