The Company Ink

The story of Victor, a poor broke man who tries to use the Company to get rich while trying not to get used by it.

The left door leads to our history, the right one promises our future, and the front door... you must never open the front door. Strange warnings, mysterious visitors, mystical rituals, abandoned stepwells, and other scenes of interest—Avian's life has never been so exciting as he awaits his sister's marriage. Never has there been a land as favoured by the Gods as the old kingdom of Artia, nor one as corrupted by its inhabitants. In the small village of Ruya, the ancient festival is near, and the Gods will be watching. It's an auspicious event where unexpected things are bound to happen. The young boy's head is filled with wonder and tales of the long past. Indifferent to his own circumstances, he now dreams to create his own legacy. As the sky grows bleak, and time turns sour, his faith shall soon be tested. Meanwhile, far to the north lies the royal capital, adorned with wicked schemers, decaying ministers, and counsellors brewing trouble. Atop the crimson throne sits the Great King Lafenghar. Hated by many, he is old, powerful, and worse yet—peaceful. The young prince Nero is watching, observing... planning. He has been prophesied for greatness, and his ambitions are peerless. He will do what must be done, for peace must be kept, and the shadows talk treachery. The Gods are watching, time is ripe, and history shall change forever.

Aufgewachsen in einer grausamen Umgebung, hält er sich an ein unveränderliches Glaubensbekenntnis und trägt den militärischen Geist in sich, entschlossen, das Schlachtfeld der Erlösung zu betreten.

Cultivation Fantasy | Sea-Linked Power | Underdog Rise Zonaar was born without a flame in a world that runs on it. The Nirith Fire — a blue glow that awakens within chosen hearts — decides who ascends, who cultivates, and who starves. By seventeen, Zonaar had tried every method to ignite it: alchemy, prayer, fasting, pain. But nothing ever worked. Now, he breaks rocks in agolit mines to feed his little sister, while others soar toward the floating immortal realms. But fate shifts when he discovers a sealed relic deep underground — one carrying the divine essence of Orravia, a sea goddess erased from history records. Her power was sealed, her legacy shattered by the Throne Gods. And now… she needs him. From flame-less miner to the key of her vengeance, Zonaar’s path won’t follow tradition. It will rewrite it. Because when the sea chooses its champion, even the heavens must make room. Author’s Note: This is an ocean-based cultivation-inspired fantasy, blending myth and progression. While it draws from Xianxia themes (ascension, divine realms, relics), it uses an original system — Nirith Fire, agolits, and relic-bound destiny — without traditional sects or dantians.

[WPC APRIL WINNER 2024] Lucas Voss was a normal adult in his late twenties. He doesn't know how or why but he got transmigrated as an extra inside of the novel he read till 5th volume. The problem for Lucas was that his life was in danger as soon as he entered the novel. Why? Because Lucas was transmigrated as the 4th Prince who is an extra and was about to die with an Illness that couldn't be cured. Not only that novel he transmigrated into was 'Cold-Blooded Emperor Rules.' The protagonist of that novel killed every member of the royal palace to become emperor of the empire. How will Lucas survive? Will he die like the extra that he is? or will he fight against fate to survive in this cold-blooded novel and become more than an extra? The only way to know is it read this novel! --- Support me one Pateron patreon.com/InkWaver_122

"Wait… I can copy anything?" Crushed under a steel beam at a construction site, Jin wakes up in the brutal Murim world — where strength is law and weakness is death. But fate gives him a cheat code: the power to copy and paste anything he touches. Techniques, weapons, bloodlines — even someone's cultivation. In a land of ancient sects and martial monsters, Jin doesn’t train harder. He just copies smarter. Murim has no idea what’s coming… and neither does the heavens.

Ever wondered what would happen if a gullible human doctor caught the attention of a vampire? Not just any vampire—but an Original, the first of their kind. Enzo, a naïve surgical nurse who has spent his life following his father’s rules, finally decides to break free and chase his own desires, including the person he truly loves. Alaric, a feared and ruthless vampire, has long been a nightmare to both his own kind and humans alike. One cold evening, he is ambushed by six vampire hunters and left for dead. But before death can claim him, a human boy stumbles upon him and offers aid. This small act of kindness stirs something deep within Alaric’s ancient heart—an obsession. Now, Enzo is his, whether he realizes it or not.

Di lembah kecil yang tersembunyi antara tiga gunung berkabut, terdapat sebuah desa bernama Wenshui — desa yang tidak memiliki gerbang, tidak memiliki penjaga, namun memiliki perpustakaan batu tua yang dibangun dari huruf-huruf yang terlupakan. Di sanalah, seorang bayi lahir. Tidak ada fenomena langit, hanya suara hujan gerimis dan bau tinta dari celah lantai kayu. Bayi itu bernama Ji Taixuan, dan saat ia menangis untuk pertama kalinya, semua kitab di perpustakaan terbuka sendiri, seolah menyambut pembaca baru. Ia dibesarkan oleh seorang pria tua buta bernama Lao Zhe, yang berbicara pelan tapi penuh makna. Di desa itu, kata-kata lebih berharga dari pedang. Ia tinggal di sebuah rumah berdinding kertas sutra dan beratap bambu tua, tepat di samping perpustakaan.

Devon was your typical office drone—exhausted, disheveled, and worn down by the grind. Dark bags hung beneath his eyes, his hair always unkempt, and his clothes perpetually wrinkled. He was a walking mess, the embodiment of burnout. But the soul-crushing workload wasn’t the worst of it. Devon was mocked by his coworkers, dismissed, ignored—as if he didn’t even exist. What was he supposed to do? “Just stick this out. Jobs are hard to find these days,” his frail mother had whispered from her hospital bed, her voice barely more than a breath. And so, he kept going. Not out of hope, but out of obligation. Then one day, while waiting at the train stop, Devon received a phone call. His mother—his last living relative—had passed away that evening. But Devon didn’t cry. He didn’t collapse or scream at the heavens in grief. Instead, his eyes grew darker, colder than ever before. Because now… there was no one left to stop him. Stop him from what? From quitting his job? Maybe. But then a darker thought crept in. “Hmmm… why not end it all?” *Company Countdown*

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I thought being laid off from my job was the greatest of my worries but I just had to wake up in a ship's cockpit after my space game crashed. Now I have no map, no friends and no money. But that's ok, I've started from the bottom before! With my starter ship I will scour through space as a Mercenary and maybe even start up a Mercenary Company while I'm at it! This ain't my first rodeo in space after all! Except... Apparently my crew members are weird? The guy who bumped into me yesterday was found sliced up and floating outside the space station. The girl who tried to honeytrap me was reported missing with only a finger found in an alley. And then that merchant who scammed me had his entire ship blasted into bits by unknown vessels the very next day. Some people say my crewmates were behind it but they must be mistaken, right? I only know one thing for sure... In space, no one can hear you scream... *** Notes: Any R-rated scenes will be denoted by a '*' followed by an 'R' with the number of 'R's showing how much of it is R-rated. '*R' would be around 25%, '*RR' would be about 50% and '*RRR' would most likely be the entire chapter. Also, gene splicing and cybernetics exist in this story. What does that mean? MC is a futa for one and there's going to be other futas showing up as well. You can join our discord through this link: https://discord.gg/CRrb56c

Plot Summary Lior has always painted strange things. Cities that don’t exist. People no one knows. A boy with silver eyes who smiles only in shadows. He never thought any of them were real—until that boy appears in his apartment, bleeding, beautiful, and impossible. Aven Raelthorne. A cursed immortal prince from a world long gone. Painted into life by Lior’s hands. And now… He won’t leave. Genre: BL | Modern Fantasy | Dark Romance | Fluff | Mystery | Soft Angst | Happy Ending

In a world where strength determines worth, Jin—once branded a villain and betrayed by those he called friends—meets his end with a blade through the heart. But death is not the end. Waking ten years in the past, Jin finds himself in the body of Rael Drayce, the academy’s weakest and most ridiculed student. With no skills, no allies, and the face of a child long forgotten, Jin resolves to live differently this time—not to conquer, not to rule—but to find peace. Yet peace, like power, comes at a price. In a place where survival means standing above the rest, can a man who desires nothing still escape the gravity of greatness?

For fourteen years, Wei Yuan was the useless trash of his clan, a boy with cursed meridians who could never cultivate. He accepted his fate. But one morning, he wakes up with no memory of the past several months, and a chilling realization: he is no longer alone in his own mind. When he picks up a calligraphy brush, a cold, proficient stranger takes control of his hand. When he faces a rival, a ruthless strategist whispers battle plans from the depths of his soul. This "Artist" is a genius, a master of forbidden arts capable of wielding reality-defying power. And Wei Yuan, the terrified host, is just a passenger.

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[Scrapped] "I Am Not the Protagonist" Reincarnated. Doomed. Over it. Caleb was just a sleep-deprived mess of a man, dead before thirty and buried under unfinished art and caffeine-fueled regrets. Now? He’s been reborn into a fantasy novel he once read — as a minor villain whose only personality trait was simping for a heroine who didn’t even remember his name. Gross. Determined to ghost the cringe script written for him, Caleb throws the plot in the shredder and walks his own crooked path through the elite Academy, where heroes train, secrets fester, and a demon invasion looms in the shadows. He’s not the chosen one. Not the protagonist. Not even a sidekick. But he is a wildcard. And sometimes, that's exactly what the story needs.

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Zira is a genius student who has a hobby of reading books. One day her friend Leon finds a mysterious book in a famous library. He realizes that Zira will like the book. Leon gave the book to Zira and Zira began to read the prologue of the book. Zira was surprised at the beginning of the prologue of the book which gave clues to solving the mystery and save the world. The next day zira did not realize when she put the book on her bookshelf, one of her favorite books contracted with the mysterious book. Making two books into 1 and changing the title of the book. When Zira wakes up she receives a mysterious message from someone to find out the origin of the book. Can Zira and Leon find the origin of the book?

Kurokawa Paddington, once a rising star of Nesdyria’s royal court, is cast out at seventeen and exiled to the shadowed walls of Greyman City. Here, supernatural beasts prowl the streets, and the goddess She Who Weaves What Must Be determines each soul’s fate with unforgiving precision. Only the absolutely righteous may earn divine blessings. The rest desperately cling to the Gifts of the Unclean—dark powers born from sin. here's my discord where I put character and world building art https://discord.gg/WzdubtnC

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A soul from another time, reborn in mid-19th century France. With courage and wisdom, he overcomes every trial and tribulation to reach the shores of glory. Flowers for his friends; a sword for his enemies. This is France—a nation forged in hardship, yet still standing proud. This is France—a nation bathed in the eternal light of glory.

After the death of a woman he once failed to protect, rogue shinobi Natsuki is left with one final mission—deliver her daughter, Rumi, to safety in Shin-Kage Village. But the world has other plans. Attacked by a powerful oni, Natsuki dies trying to protect the girl. Just when everything seems lost, he awakens—reborn by the mysterious Ink Master System, a power that lets him turn anything he draws into reality. Now hunted by monsters, stalked by a past soaked in blood, and armed with the ability to summon living beasts, deadly weapons, and tactical clones from pure ink—Natsuki will stop at nothing to protect the child he swore to save. Even if it means becoming a living weapon to do it.

In a realm where gods do not simply rule they brand the path to power is carved into flesh. Every noble child receives their divine tattoo at age seven: a sacred bond to a patron god, proof of lineage, and a lifelong oath. But when Lyric, heir to House Velastra, receives her mark, a second one blooms across her skin—unbidden, unrecorded, and unholy. It whispers not with divine radiance, but with memory. Forgotten memory. Forbidden memory. Exiled from her bloodline and cast into a fractured sanctuary, Lyric begins to uncover the buried history of a god long erased: Orryn, the Keeper of Memory and Silent Rebellion. As ancient wars are reignited and divine truths rot from within, she must choose—become the weapon her family fears, or the spark that severs a world from its parasitic gods. But the realm itself is not a passive stage. It watches. It remembers. And it is no longer content to observe.

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**No mark. No power. No chance—until something ancient chooses her.** A century ago, the gates split the sky and monsters poured through. The gods stayed silent. So humanity turned to ink. Living tattoos — bound to skin, fed by soul — became our only defense. They marked the strong, chose the worthy, and shaped a new world where ink is everything. To be Inkbound is to survive. Without a mark, you’re already dead. Naelii has no tattoo. The scan confirmed it: no power, no future. Her family disowned her. Society left her to rot. Desperate to live, she lies her way into a low-tier raid, hoping for enough credits to eat. But inside the gate, something ancient responds. Not beast. Not ink. Not even god. It’s older. It’s watching. And it remembers her. Naelii wasn’t born Inkbound. But fate left her a different kind of mark — one no scan can detect, one no ink could contain. And now, it wants out.