Barker Butcher Boots

“I was supposed to die in the tutorial.” When I opened my eyes, I was in the body of Kai Lorne, an irrelevant extra in the novel 'Hero’s Vow'—a character that dies in Chapter 3 during a mock battle. I knew the plot. I knew the main characters. I knew the cheat system the protagonist was supposed to get. And somehow… I got there first. [SYSTEM BOOTING...]> [ERROR! Host mismatch. Forcing integration...] Now the original protagonist wants his power back. The world wants me dead. And the gods watching this story? They’ve taken interest. Let them come. I’ll rewrite fate. I may be an extra—but I have the hero’s power now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ additional tags: Slice_of_life, No-yuri, No-NTR, No-smut ( might change along the line, depends solely on you guys), Genius MC, Hidden_Identity and Power, Magic, Weak_to_Godlike, Story_Alteration, Demons, Swords, Tragedy, Grim_dark. PLEASE ADD TO LIBRARY

[Trigger Warning: This dark fantasy romance contains mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Wildfire—and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. "You…" He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

The world of Wageah was vast. It was filled with ancient magic, fallen gods, legendary mages, and exciting adventures. Earthlings summoned there gained godlike power. Zeus, Odin, Count Dracula, the Monkey King. All of them were humans who returned from Wageah and became legends on Earth. But my class and I, who were summoned to Wageah? We were enslaved. We were used, discarded, and left to die. But fate gave me another chance. I woke up as a newborn on Earth with all my memories intact. And soon after… [Awakening Supreme God's Treasure: Shadow] [System Boot Successful] I gained strongest weapon in existence. [Shadow]. The treasure of the Supreme God. This time, I’ll grow stronger from the cradle. And when I return to Wageah— I won’t be a slave. I’ll be the shadow that devours the gods.

I died as an Aedes mosquito. Transmigrated into a shot billionaire. Now I’ve got a system in my head, enemies at my throat, and no time to play nice. Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently. Guess how that went. I died. Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead. Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over. Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask. But one woman keeps piercing through the noise— Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do. This isn’t a simple transmigration. It’s a blood-soaked second chance wrapped in secrets and survival. And this time, I’m not the prey. Because, I'm the player.

I'm Xavier Cromwell, a 21-year-old university student and web novel author. My days are pretty routine—attending classes, managing assignments, and squeezing in time to write my novel "RISE FROM THE ASHES". Today seemed no different, the steady clatter of my keyboard filling the room as I crafted another chapter. But then the doorbell rang, interrupting my flow. DING! I sighed, reluctantly pushing away from my desk and heading to the door. Little did I know, my life was about to take a turn I never saw coming. The moment I opened the door, something—or rather someone—came barreling into me. It was like a pink blur, and before I could even react, I was on the floor, knocked flat by what felt like a human missile. Clutching onto me, the pink rocket—no, a girl, her arms wrapped tightly around me—gazed up with sparkling eyes and, in the sweetest, most endearing voice, she whispered: "I've finally found you, my HUSBAND~" *** Note: The story takes place in an alternate universe, with a different geography and countries. Genre: Action, Adventure, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Yandere, Mecha, Harem, Sci-fi I am NOT the owner of the cover. If you are, and want it removed then let me know in chapter comments. A/N: [About NTR and Yuri] "No one will be harmed. I swear to God." "The NTR B*stards butchered every Vanilla Fans when they took over Webnovel." "I am not those B*stards. I am Rex... Rex_Ashburn." *** 1 Magic Castle = 5 Chapter Mass Release 1 Spacecraft = 7 Chapter Mass Release 1 Golden Gachapon = 10 Chapter Mass Release

He was just a normal boy… Until one day, he woke up in a strange world— In front of a dark tree that whispered to his soul. From that moment, everything changed. Whenever he killed, the tree bore fruit. Each fruit gave him a gift—a memory, a power, a curse. He felt others’ pain. He inherited their skills. He consumed their emotions. And slowly… he stopped feeling anything at all. To hide his madness, he became a surgeon. A genius. A prodigy. A miracle doctor. But in the shadows of the internet, he was feared as: The Whitecoat Murderer. The Devil Who Cut Too Deep. Drugs, toxins, insects, acid—his research went beyond ethics and into pure horror. But the world caught up to him. Execution followed. Except… death was just the beginning. Now, reborn in a cruel cultivation world, he finds himself in the body of a discarded disciple of a demonic poison sect. No family. No allies. Just his Tree... and his hunger. In this world where Karma is Power, and Emotions are Weapons, Han Zheng will climb the ladder with blood-soaked hands, consuming sinners, saints, beasts, and monsters alike. He has no system. No cheat code. Only his Sinful Tree. And the terrifying mind of a man who stopped pretending to be human long ago. He heals. He cuts. He kills. And every death makes him stronger. Tags dark, cultivation, wuxia, demonic mc, evil mc, villain mc, twisted protagonist, yandere, gore, karma system, tree system, sinful system, blood magic, poison sect, dark fantasy, rebirth, reincarnation, modern to cultivation world, whitecoat murderer, surgeon mc, overpowered, slow growth, realistic mc, cold-blooded, brutal world, antihero, violent protagonist, psycho mc, detached mc, emotionless, twisted logic, pain-based power, sin-based power, ability devour, fruit system, corpse cultivation, memory absorption, dark system, psychopath, trauma-based growth, experiments, medical horror, body horror, dark alchemy, revenge, no romance, harem later, gradual harem, no system system, cultivation levels, spirit root, sect conflict, inner demons, cannibal power, trauma inheritance, soul fusion, karma tree, cursed cultivation, poison-based martial arts, blood-based cultivation, intelligence-based mc, no cheat, pure willpower, sacrifice power, pain resistance, guilt transformation, shadow sect, outer disciple, sect politics, elder schemes, toxic loyalty, rebellion arc, emotional suppression, transformation, animal experimentation, forbidden cultivation, heaven-defying path, dark rebirth, elite killing, organ harvesting, parasite experiments, venom path, mental breakdown, cold protagonist, unstable mc, heaven hater, rule breaker, secret organization, spiritual parasite, doctor killer, urban horror, fear-based cultivation, sect survival, solo mc, dark psychology, tree of sin, divine butcher, soul eater, weaponized emotions, anti-morality, no plot armor.

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ --- She ran from the devil who raised her… And married the one who wore a crown. After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age. Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood. A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying. She should’ve left him. But she didn’t. She touched him once—and fate branded her forever. Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain: Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria. The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown. The man feared by kings. The heir to the throne. The same man she once saved. Ivan Romanov. They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives. Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son. But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark. The same voice that haunted her dreams. The same hands she once held. Now, he’s her husband. Her jailer. Her obsession. She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness. Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay. She should fear him. She should hate him. But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late. Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart. And in his world, what he wants, he keeps. Even if it means burning down the kingdom. She thought she was running from hell. She ended up in his bed. And the most dangerous thing of all? She doesn’t want to leave. ___________________________________ Just a Heads-Up: The spicy stuff doesn't happen right away. It begins from chapter 28. This story takes its time setting the mood and building the connection first—trust the slow burn!

Kai has crossed over into a new world! Now reborn as a Chinese wonderkid with dual nationality, his career starts with a bang—banned by the national team for refusing to play along with the corrupt system and punching out the U-20 team coach! Returning to Spain, he’s heartlessly dumped and humiliated by Barcelona. Just when everything seems darkest… The system activates! “God’s Eye View” unlocked! Maxed-out vision. Perfect passing. The Midfield Maestro module at its peak. And a library of legendary player templates ready to be unlocked. From that moment, Kai rises to become the greatest midfielder the football world has ever seen! Zidane can only bow his head. Pirlo admits defeat. Even Xavi says, “If Kai exists, why was I ever born?” Kai storms through European football like a force of nature—wherever he goes, no grass grows. Golden Boy, Ballon d’Or, Assist King, Golden Boot, the Euros, the World Cup… He’s coming for them all. Messi: “If Kai comes back to Barça, I’ll gladly hand over the No.10 jersey.” Cristiano Ronaldo: “In front of Kai, I’ll always be Little Ronaldo.” Mourinho: “There’s no doubt—Kai is the greatest No.10 of all time. Messi? He’s not even in the same league.” Barcelona: “We were blind… Kai, please forgive us…” ~~~---------------------- Patreon Advance Chapters: patreon.com/dreamer20

What’s the point of being reborn… if you come back in chains? Life in Kyoto was already unraveling. My dead-end job, my fading relationship—my girlfriend could barely look at me anymore. Maybe part of me knew the end was coming. Maybe part of me wanted it to. And then it did. "Oi, wake up," a voice growled, thick with contempt. I opened my eyes to darkness—and pain. Tabata Yori. That was my name. Once. Before the world twisted. Before death spat me out into something colder and crueler. "Ugh, another worthless soul," the voice sneered. Then came the boots. Each kick was a brutal reminder: I wasn’t in Kyoto anymore. I wasn’t anywhere safe. I’d fallen into a world ruled by shadows, where power is pain and obedience is survival. Why was I brought here? What do they want from me? I don’t know yet. But I do know this: If I’m going to suffer, someone’s going to bleed for it. disclaimer: Cover artwork isn't mine and is temporary until I get a paid work done. Schedule: Looking for daily and will do as many chapters as I can each day. Thanks for any support that is given.

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."

Sugar & Sin She’s a mafia queen in boots and blood. She’s a soft girl with bunny teeth and big dreams. One kills without blinking. The other bargains for mangoes. When cold-blooded Nyx crosses paths with sunshine-sweet Aster, Bangkok isn’t ready. Love isn’t in the plan. But bullets don’t ask for permission. And neither do girls like them. One born to rule. One born to survive. Let the city burn. This is sugar. This is sin.

Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home. But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline. Wearing boots in the rain. With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air. "What the hell is this?" He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty. But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign. As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it. Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise. [Initiating Golden Finger…] […45%… 75%… 100%] [System Integration Complete.] [Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins] From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory. Because in this world, tactics are power. And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god. ================= Release Rate: 2-3 Chapters a day. Incentives (Below is subject to change): Power Stones Goals: 150PS-1 Extra Chapter. 300PS-2 Extra Chapters. 600PS -3 Extra Chapters. 1200PS - 4 Extra Chapters. Golden Ticket Goals: 80 Golden Tickets-1 Extra Chapter. 180 Golden Tickets -2 Extra Chapters. 330 Golden Tickets-3 Extra Chapters. 530 Golden Tickets- 4 Extra Chapters. 780 Golden Tickets - 5 Extra Chapters. Will only promise up to 5 chapters in a day, extra chapters will go into the next day. Special Incentives: 1. Top 30 GT: 4 extra chapters. 2. Hit T1 Win-win: Refill second tier. 3. Hit T2 Win-win: Refill entire highest tier.

“Sigh. After we butcher this final boss, let’s take a long vacation.” Elian Reed squeezed his wife’s hand as a portal flickered before them. “Yes, my love. Let’s win, go home, and spend the next year making love like we’re repopulating a planet,” Bianca Valestra replied. She kissed his cheek, her gaze full of affection. Elian chuckled. His beloved always got playful when she was scared—it helped settle her nerves. They leaned together, forehead to forehead. “For our happy ending.” Hands interlocked, they stepped into the final battle—husband and wife, weapon and villainess. The strongest battle couple humanity ever produced. But Elian didn’t start as a hero. He was a Defect—born without Talent, bullied, forgotten. Until the day the dead villainess saved his life.... And turned him into her golem—a living weapon of steel and will. Through their adventures, they uncover the truth: The Dungeons were only skirmishes—tests in a galactic battle royale spanning thousands of worlds. And Earth had already joined the war fifty years ago. The only path to survival? Butcher your enemies… or be erased. In this chaotic battlefield, can two souls defy fate itself? This is the tale of their meeting. The chronicle of their journey. And the legacy of their triumph.

**Gets Updated Every Wednesday & Saturday** Nate arrives in Blackridge with nothing but a duffel bag, a mysterious past, and fists that know their way around trouble. This isn't your typical "new kid in town" story-this is survival in a concrete jungle where the weak get eaten for breakfast and the strong learn to love the taste of violence. Lia runs her family's greasy spoon diner and clings to her principles like a life raft in a tsunami of corruption. In a city where doing the right thing is practically a death sentence, she's carved out her own little kingdom of defiance-one that comes with a price tag written in bruises and broken bones. She's never had time for love, relationships, or anything softer than steel-toed boots. Between juggling work, studies, and her daily dance with danger, romance seemed about as realistic as finding unicorns in the unemployment line. Her only dream? To escape this concrete prison and the ghosts that haunt every street corner. But then Nate crashed into her world like a wrecking ball with a sense of humor. When eight thugs corner her in an alley, most people would call the cops. But in Blackridge, the cops are probably placing bets on the outcome. That's when fate-or maybe just really bad timing-delivers her an unlikely savior who fights like poetry and jokes like therapy. Now everything is changing, and neither of them knows where the chaos will lead.

Synopsis: The Iron Rebellion: Rise of the Sovereign War. Betrayal. Power. And the will of one man to seize it all. Kael Ashmark was born without a name, an orphan of war found amidst the ashes of Ashmark Hold, a frontier keep left to rot by a fractured Empire. Raised by scavengers, he learned to survive by instinct, his hands honed for a blade long before he learned to read. At sixteen, after witnessing Imperial forces butcher innocent families while their garrison turned a blind eye, Kael made his first kill in retribution, swearing never again to kneel to a crown that failed its people. From the dying highlands of Gravenmarsh, Kael forged the **Iron Rebellion**. With raw conviction, he united outlaws, peasants, and deserters, first striking with brutal ambushes that earned him the whispered title of "Sovereign". His audacious capture of Duskwatch Fortress shattered Imperial complacency. As the Empire's High Crown Orsain Vellgaard and the fanatical Archlector Malgrad declared his rise heresy and prepared for a total "judgment," Kael unveiled a desperate new strategy: not open battle, but a war of attrition. He unleashed a **scorched earth** campaign, turning fertile lands into barren ash, forcing his own loyal villagers into the harsh mountain holds of Ravencair. His Red Veil, led by the zealous and terrifying Seyda, became a haunting force, melting into shadows to stalk Imperial patrols and leave chilling messages of dread. Lady Virelle Velmire, a cunning noble with ambitions as cold as steel, joined his cause, skillfully poisoning Imperial supply lines with doubt and misinformation. Even the loyalties of Imperial spies, like the conflicted Nalen, began to fracture, turning the Empire's own blades against itself. As the gargantuan Imperial Legions lumber north, plagued by hunger, sickness, and mounting paranoia, Kael’s defiance grinds them to a desperate crawl. He watches them succumb to the brutal choices he forces upon them, turning the very machine designed to crush him into a monstrous reflection of its own cruelty. But as the war intensifies, and his people endure untold suffering in the mountain holds, Kael must confront the one thing he never wanted: what comes after victory? Will he become the tyrant he fought against, or will he forge something new—an empire not born of bloodlines, but of belief? *The Iron Rebellion: Rise of the Sovereign* is a raw, uncompromising tale of brutal strategy, shifting power, and the profound cost of defiance in a world ruled by bloodlines and betrayal. Discover one man’s relentless ascent from nothing, until the kingdoms whispered his name in fear.

Diogo Jota was one of Portugal’s brightest football stars—until the world believed he died in a tragic accident. But legends don’t fade. They are reborn. Jota awakens in the body of a ten-year-old boy in a quiet rural village called Penedono. No lights. No stadium. No one knows who he truly is. As he struggles to adjust to a life of poverty, quiet streets, and schoolbooks, the instincts of the pitch still burn within him. Alongside his loving mother and curious little sister Ana, Jota begins his journey again—from dirt fields and local tournaments to a dream that once shook the world. Quietly, patiently, he laces up a pair of old boots, ready to prove that greatness cannot be erased. > He was once a legend. Now he’ll become one again.

Jeffrey lived at the bottom of the social hierarchy—poor, orphaned, and born without a superpower. In a world ruled by prestigious heroes and inherited abilities, he was just an ordinary student, accepted into Star Knight Academy solely for his intelligence—not his strength. But in an elite school where power was everything, brains alone weren’t enough to survive. His days were filled with mockery and torment, especially from Liana Frostine—the academy’s shining star and the leader of a group of elite, future superheroes. Until one day, right before the midterm exams, everything changed. They tried to get rid of him... by pushing him into the street. They thought they had killed him. But they were wrong. --- ░▒▓【SYSTEM BOOTING...】▓▒░ ┏━━━[ERROR CORRECTION COMPLETE]━━━┓ │ USER: JEFFREY CAIN│ │ STATUS: Fatal Trauma Detected │ │ Awakening Protocol Initiated... │ ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Skill Unlocked: [Chrono Lock - Time Freeze] Limiter Status: MORALITY — DISABLED Primary Targets Acquired: Female. Superpowered. Cruel. Directives: RETRIBUTION. OBSESSION. DOMINATION. --- Now, Jeffrey holds the power to freeze time. No one can run. No one can fight back. He can take revenge for everything—one by one. This isn't just vengeance. This is execution. And for every woman who ever laughed at him... Time is up.

The countdown hit zero. The servers of the legendary MMORPG, Yggdrasil Nova, were supposed to shut down forever. For Ravi, a player who had poured a decade of his life into becoming the game's sole omnipotent being, it was a bittersweet farewell. But the logout never came. Instead of being booted, Ravi found himself fused with his avatar, Kaelus, the Silent Sovereign. He was trapped. But he wasn't alone. His custom-created NPCs, monstrously powerful beings designed to be the ultimate guardians of his fortress, were no longer bound by code. They were alive. And they viewed him not as their master, but as their one and only God. Now, in a world that is both familiar and terrifyingly real, Kaelus must navigate the worship of his fanatically loyal servants, the politics of fledgling kingdoms that see him as a demon or a savior, and the terrifying mystery of why he's trapped. He is a being of absolute power in a world of mortals. He is not a hero. He is not a villain. He is a force of nature, and the world is about to feel his presence. When mortals pray and gods are silent, what happens when a new god answers the call?

Kenji Tanaka is the new transfer student at Seiryu High, a school ruled by fists and fear. With his average looks and quiet demeanor, everyone dismisses him as another sheep for the slaughter. They see a loser. A nobody. A twig that will snap under the iron boot of the school's hierarchy. They are wrong. Raised in brutal, solitary isolation in the mountains by a mysterious grandfather, Kenji's 'training' was a hellish regimen of survival. He doesn't understand society, girls, or why people flinch when he cracks his knuckles. He also doesn't understand that his 'normal' strength is enough to shatter bone, his 'basic' endurance can outlast a beast, and his very presence carries an aura that makes apex predators tremble. He believes he is weak, a novice who has barely scratched the surface of his grandfather's teachings. But when the wolves of Seiryu High come for the innocent girl in the desk next to him, they don't awaken a sheep. They awaken a monster. A god of combat. A King. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a Thug, his rise to absolute power, and the loyal followers and adoring women who are drawn to his terrifying, untamed might. In a world of delinquents, gangsters, and underground fighters, there is only one rule: Don't mess with the quiet kid. Because this King's fists don't know mercy.

Lanz Kuroda failed his Awakening Test in the most spectacular way possible, he didn’t just rank low, his ass got slapped with an FFF. He was locked out of the system entirely, and sent home like the rejected tutorial character that he is. But when a cracked relic crystal he bought from a sketchy street vendor activates, it boots up something the world shouldn’t even know exists, a hidden system that logs him into an old, forgotten alt account, one with no level cap, restrictions, and absolutely zero oversight. By day, Lanz is still the same guy that no one aspires to be. But at night? In the dungeons? He becomes Zero, an anonymous hunter operating outside the system, clearing high-tier raids solo, and slowly building a legend no one can trace. The world thinks he’s a joke. He’s about to become its biggest problem.

Inola was just your typical beast kin orphan—ears too sharp, stomach too empty, and dreams far too big for the crumbling orphanage she called home. The place was run by a greasy baron with a combover and a crooked smile, who made sure the kids knew the value of silence, obedience, and cheap labor. But today—today was her thirteenth birthday. And somehow, today also happened to be the day she found herself standing in a line stretching halfway across the capital, clutching a ticket made of black silk and gilded gold leaf. Her fingers trembled just holding it. Everyone else in line stared like she’d grown wings and started breathing fire. She still didn’t know how this happened. All she did was help a sweet old lady cross the road yesterday. The carts had been fast, the rain had been pouring, and she’d nearly slipped twice. But the old lady had smiled, warm as cinnamon bread, and handed her the strange ticket without another word before disappearing into the alleyways. It wasn’t until this morning that Inola learned who that old woman was. The former Queen of Vaerindale. Disguised and wandering the city for her own mysterious reasons. And that ticket? A personal invitation—one of only thirteen—to enter the newly discovered Mythic Dungeon before anyone else. A dungeon no one had survived exploring. A dungeon rumored to contain Essence Stones—ancient artifacts of unimaginable power, used to forge custom classes with limitless potential. And Inola, ragged boots and patched coat and all, was going in as a scout. Well… whatever. Life hadn’t exactly offered her many handouts before, so this? This was a miracle. And she wasn’t about to waste it. Her claws flexed. Her tail twitched with anticipation. “I’m going to make a better life for myself. Even if I have to claw it out of the dungeon with my bare hands.” Read as this fox kin becomes the most powerful illusion-type classer as she masters how to bend reality with her Phantom Weaver of the Veiled Eclipse class.

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

This is the story of Thalion Ah'Vaialu—a half-everything. Half-NPC, Half-Elvar, Half-forgotten, Half-overpowered. Nineteen years before humanity could officially log into the most advanced immersive world ever created, one soul glitched into the system. A soul from our world, meant for nowhere—reborn as a four-year-old half-elf NPC with no future... until the interface booted up. Now, Thalion isn't just another background character. With Mythic potential, a Legendary-class bloodline, and no idea how to act like a proper NPC, he's rewriting the rules of a system designed to contain him. This is not a trapped-in-a-game story. This world is real—just not ours. The players are long-lived humans projecting avatars into living, breathing realms. But Thalion? He's no avatar. He's not entirely an NPC either, he's something else. Follow his journey as he walks the line between player and native, glitch and godling—forging a path no script ever accounted for. No harem. Romance—maybe. Later. No edgelord brooding or hero complex. Just a soul, a UI, and the power of will.

“All I ever wanted was to play football — not for fame, not for glory — just to survive, to feel like I mattered. Is that too much to ask? Where I’m from, dreams don’t come easy. You fight for them. You bleed for them. And most times… you lose anyway. Everyone around me moved on. Found jobs. Gave up. But me? I only celebrate with my goals — because they’re the only proof I was ever here at all.” Wisdom Ezekiel has nothing but grit, a busted pair of boots, and a grandmother who still believes in him. He’s not the fastest, not the flashiest, and definitely not the favorite — but when the scouts finally show up to his forgotten corner of Nigeria, he’ll do whatever it takes to rise. Even if it means changing everything. Because in this world? Talent isn’t enough. You need ego. You need fire. You need to become something more. You need to become… Kai.

My world called me a monster. A demon. And… they weren’t wrong. My sins alone were enough to kill me. After all, my entire squad was slaughtered… by my own hand. I was supposed to die for it. But they denied me that right. That promise. So when peace was declared, I made them regret it. I brought their kingdom to its knees… starting with their king’s head. They threw me into a cell. To be whipped. Cut. Even Burned. Scarred every inch of my body. Then... I was summoned. Dragged from one world to another, still shackled, my sins exposed for all to see. Now, they too call me a monster. A sinner bound to the Sin Art System. My title? "The Butcher of Mercy." I expected death. I welcomed it. But instead… I met her. Princess Koralei. A royal with no leash in her hand, no fear in her striking silver eyes. She defied her crown and chose me. Me... as her guard in the Kingdom Games. A monster. A killer. Her only chance to survive. I still don’t know what that means. But when I look at her… I see the chains she hides. The scars behind her smile. And for some reason… I want to break them. The Games were never meant to be fair. People like me were never meant to survive them. But if I fight… I fight for her. If I win… I might save her. And if I find who made her bleed? I’ll might just burn their kingdom to the ground… just like the last one. ------------------------------------------------------------ Writing Schedule: Daily (1500 words chaoters)

Ethan Voss lived with a quiet regret that he never let go. Undone by tragedy, letting his dream slip away. Once a promising midfielder on the verge of breaking through, he faded into obscurity, trading boots and ambition for weekend matches and what-ifs on football scenarios. Until the impossible happened. Thrown back in time to his 18-year-old self in 2017, Ethan wakes up not only with a second chance—but with a mysterious Template System. In a world where raw talent isn't enough, where discipline, politics, ego, rivalries, and pressure complicate every move, Ethan must navigate the brutal road to professional football with one goal: no mistakes. Not this time. This isn't just a redemption story. It's the comeback of a lifetime.

Heaven and earth are benevolent towards all things… "Benevolent? Who wrote this garbage? The so-called Heavenly Dao is just a cosmic butcher hiding behind empty words! Balance? Order? My foot! Endless wars, reincarnation cycles, and countless tragedies — all in the name of ‘destiny’." On Earth, he was an ordinary Asian guy — average grades, average job, no girlfriend, and a healthy obsession with cultivation novels. One day, a mysterious accident ends his boring life. But instead of reincarnating into some young master’s body or getting a cheat cultivation technique, he wakes up to a shocking revelation: He has become the new Heavenly Dao! Apparently, all his predecessors — countless so-called "Dao spirits" — failed miserably, plunging the realms into endless chaos. The mysterious System that governs cosmic order has finally chosen an "outsider" to fix things. But there's a catch: ➤ The System won’t hold his hand. ➤ No quest logs screaming “Go save the cat!” ➤ No divine guide whispering in his ear. He must use his own human intelligence, shameless cunning, and a bit of Earthly common sense — plus his OP heavenly powers — to straighten yin and yang, reconstruct reincarnation, and reforge a truly fair world of cultivation. Yet, nobody knows his true identity. To the cultivators, "Heavenly Dao" is an untouchable, cold-blooded, merciless force that enjoys watching them fight and die for karma points. They would never suspect that their current "Dao" is a clueless Earthling trying to act cool while learning on the fly! "Oh? The righteous sect is trafficking a nine-tailed fox beauty? Let me casually twist fate so they slip on banana peels and reveal themselves to the entire continent... Wait! Why are all these fox women proposing to me?!" As he fumbles through conspiracies, unravels ancient mysteries, faces off against demonic overlords, and accidentally builds a massive harem (he swears it was not on purpose!), he remains determined to rebuild a world where no one is forced into endless slaughter in the name of “balance.” "Watch closely! I — the Earth’s most normal guy — will rewrite heaven itself, and make even the heavens tremble from laughter... and maybe a bit of fear!" --- Genres: Eastern Fantasy, Cultivation, System, Comedy, Drama, Slice of Life, Action, Adventure, Harem, Smart MC, OP MC, Satire Tags: Reincarnated as a system/Dao, Secret Identity, Misunderstandings, Witty MC, World Building, Strong to Stronger, Mythical Beasts, Beautiful Disciples, Realm Wars, Karma, Fate Manipulation

[MOBA Legends] is the first MOBA game that features a currency as a reward, commonly known as NFTs. This innovation has made it one of the trendiest games since its release. With the appearance of Renji known as The Copy God, the gaming world became much more competitive. He soloed five enemies in quarter finals of the Global Tournament and it became a Legend. Though his victory was short lived. His team was defeated and he was kicked out from the team. Making him start with a new account and played with his cousins. To think of it, his cousins would make it to a five man team with him! Together with his cousins, they would practice and join the monthly tournament and then the Global Tournament......but this time around, he has his most trustworthy and not backstabbing teammates to boot. Leading victory and victory to the top!

Author-san here! Well, I know you're all here for some adventure, so don't worry. I've got you covered! (^0^)  This is my original work, and I know you all will like it. So shamelessly lean back into your seats and read away!  Of course, don't forget to check out my other books: •I'm The King Of Technology. •Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You? •And finally: 'In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park.' You can also visit my website for more books: https://LumydeeNovels.Gumroad.com/ Well, that's enough of that. So back to the synopsis! ...... What to do? Ji Feng suddenly found himself in the body of a youngster named Wolfram Lockhart, the son of the deceased village head. Okay. So he transmigrated. That, he could live it.  But please... Can anyone tell him why he transmigrated with such a crazy system by his side? [Host, it looks like your uncle is heading your way. Hahahhahaha~... Host, you're about to get butchered. This is fun to watch!] '_' [Host, host, where are you going? So what if you're as weak as a chicken? Come on, dive into the battle. What's the worst that can happen?] '_' [Wait! Host, where are you doing? The battlefield is that way! Host! Host! Host!.. Dammit! What a waste of heavenly popcorn!] (:T^T:) .... One boy, one unbelievable system.  Ji Feng... No!... Wolfram Lockhart... now found himself in the strange world of Grandia, starting from the weakest level ever... A mortal! In this world of palladium, Sky ranking abilities, and Creatures of myths and legends, Wolfram only had one domain from it all.  With his head to the heavens and his little man out of his pants, he was quick to spray his fluid while raining uncountable curses at them.  Why? Why in God's name did they send him a Suicidal system?