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Banished From The Heroes' Party

All Scum Heroes Must Die

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zone carves truth into lies. Every glyph burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And justice—real justice—finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you bastard!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must drown before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - -
goldenphonix · 2K Views

Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?

NO R-18! (The book deals with mind manipulation, not physical bonds from the MC's side.) THE COVER IS DEFINITELY NOT FOR SHOW, THOUGH! The MC breaks the heroines mentally, and the Author breaks the readers mentally—jiggle and bounce will be there without any real thing. HAHAHAHAHA!!! ---- There’s a trend infecting stories lately—all because of boys reading these stories rather than men. Villains who think being "dark" means having dead eyes, a tragic past, and a dick that solves all problems. They get betrayed once, and suddenly it's their life's mission to destroy the world—or worse, emotionally blackmail heroines in the name of “revenge.” Slap on a black coat, stare at walls, say something like "love is weakness"—and boom, readers start calling them “deep.” But let’s be honest: > They’re not villains. They’re just edgy losers with a god complex and a hard-on trying to satisfy the inferiority of their readers. Some of them turn so cold, they forget why they started. Others get so lust-drunk, they think sleeping with a heroine is “domination.” That making her cry is “control.” They think power is measured by how many women they can ruin. But really? > They’re just boys trying to look like men. Just like their followers who are the boys who hide their masculinity inside a woman's virginity. They go around in the review section asking if the women of the main character would be stolen and all... giving it fantasy names like NTR and all nonsense. As if they want to scream their fear out. "Please don't, I hate it... because I am a gay who doesn't even have the confidence that my woman will remember me once she gets someone better...." one of the loser’s internal thoughts. They don't want their puny hearts to be crushed. Their masculinity is so weak that it crumbles the moment they think about some other man having the women they love and her forgetting those boys for the men. And they just project that weakness of themselves in their main characters, thinking that just like them, their main characters should be weak, should be a fantasy monger who hoards women like trying to hide the incapabilities of those followers who never in their life would have held a hand of a woman. Harem has now become a way to satisfy weak audiences who feel more women mean more security for their hearts. Forgetting that Harem in truth means the masculinity is so HUGE that it needs an ocean of FEMININE to hold. Tch, not like the boys with breakups and fear of being cucked will ever realize. They treat fantasy as escape and character as their way to feel that they are men. So, naturally, to have such a huge amount of followers, authors are forced to pour the density of such books holding such weak characters in the form of the cold MC who collects harem, manipulates one or two, fucks around, and finally satisfies readers until they feel bored and drop the book.... Because to those followers, they themselves realize in the long run that the story isn't satisfying even if the villain is the same cruel man. So why? Simply because they were until now reading kind boys wearing the mask of a man, and acting as a villain. Their MC, just like them, doesn't even know themselves, their needs, and what their inner soul wants... not understanding that... Fucking a woman doesn't make you her god. Breaking her spirit doesn't make you a king. And calling yourself a villain just because you were too weak to heal? That’s not power—that’s coping. And for followers—that's doping. Real villains? They don’t whine. They don’t treat women like checkboxes or trophies. They don’t mistake lust for legacy. > They don’t need to act cruel. They are cruel. Calm. Focused. Dangerous in silence. They don’t need to chase power—they embody it. This story isn’t about a guy who gets played and suddenly thinks he’s entitled to vengeance sex. This is about a villain who doesn’t pretend.
A4KL · 11.7K Views

As If Nothing: The Legend of Heroes and Immortals

In a full-dive VR game, a single cup of wine leads him to a chance encounter with Jiang Xue — a pure-hearted boy shrouded in quiet mystery. Unbeknownst to him, a hidden bond forms in that very moment. In the real world, bloody nightmares and a ghostly white silhouette haunt him relentlessly. An invisible passage opens, pulling him into a series of bizarre, self-contained realms — each with its own rules, stories, and dangers. Crisis. Wonder. Quiet joy. Unexpected warmth. Each world holds a different flavor. Bound by unseen rules, traveling alone through unpredictable dimensions... Is he a pawn, or a player? A dreamer, or the dreamed? Between the faint glow of that first snowy meeting and the pale shadow buried deep in his nightmares lies a twin-threaded riddle — one that may unravel the truth of what is real, and what is not. (Each arc is a standalone unit world with its own story and characters.) Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thanks so much for reading my story I’m committed to a weekly update schedule, so you can expect a new chapter every week. This story was originally written in Chinese. The English translation you’ve read may not fully capture all nuances and details of the original text. Some parts are still being refined to ensure a more accurate and smooth reading experience. Thank you for your understanding and patience. Your support and feedback mean a lot to me and keep me motivated to write more! Stay tuned and enjoy the story!
wuxingquexian · 3.7K Views

Limitless Skill: From Zero to Hero in Another World

A hardcore American gamer, known for wasting his days on RPG grinds and energy drinks, suddenly finds himself whisked away to a fantasy world teeming with monsters, magic, and legendary adventurers. Dropped without warning into the middle of an adventurer’s guild, he’s swiftly tested for magical talent—only to be branded a Class Z adventurer, the lowest of the low. No magic. No potential. No hope. Laughed out of the guild and shunned by any would-be party members, he’s left with nothing but a battered iron sword and his stubborn pride. Determined to prove everyone wrong, he charges into a dungeon alone…where his life should have ended. Instead, cornered by monsters, he discovers an impossible truth: he can instantly use and master any skill he can imagine—no mana required, no limits. Sword arts, magic spells, support techniques…if he’s seen it in a game, he can wield it in reality. Word soon spreads of a mysterious solo adventurer defeating monsters far beyond his rank. Before long, powerful and beautiful women from all walks of life—warriors, mages, beastkin, even nobility—begin seeking him out. Together, they form a party that stuns the world, catapulting a so-called “hopeless zero” into an unstoppable force. Now, the gamer who once escaped life through fantasy must navigate deadly dungeons, royal intrigues, and the affections of a growing harem—all while hiding the true extent of his limitless skill. The path from zero to hero has never been so dangerous…or so thrilling.
Koisan_ · 4.6K Views

THE ROGUE LUNA: Rejected, Banished And Desired.

"WHY DID SHE DIE BUT NOT YOU?" Three years ago, I was the daughter of a proud Alpha and once destined to lead the Bloodpine Pack. But everything changed the day I took my little sister to the woods for a moment of fun on the night of her birthday. Unfortunately, only one of us returned alive, my sister drowned in the river. Her grave marked the death of my life, banished by my father’s bitter words, and on the day of my sister’s funeral, I fled the Pack and lived as a rogue slave, believing that I deserved every scar as I kept telling myself that I killed my sister. Then fate twisted the knife deeper. On my eighteenth birthday, I was dragged before Alpha Lucian, the strongest, most feared Alpha of the East and discovered I was his fated mate. At first I rejected him but the mate bond became too strong for any of us to resist. “You were never my choice.” he said to me on the night we were bound as mates. Lucian never wanted me, he gave me the title of Luna and the cold shoulder. Still, I endured the mockery, hoping the mate bond would awaken his heart. Until the day he brought home the woman he loved who turned out to be no one else but Elira, my supposed dead sister. "You can leave now. I love her," he said. I fell to my knees. "Sister…" Betrayed, humiliated, yet clinging to the bond, I fought to prove my worth to Lucian, but fate wasn’t finished with me yet. I heard about my sister’s deadly plot to have me killed. I informed Lucian about this, maybe he can keep me safe but instead, I was disgraced by him, called a liar and Lucian cast me out of his pack with the secret of his child in my womb. I walked away with pain and anger in my heart. Years passed by, Lucian’s pack was in ruins and the Alpha lies wounded at my feet. My heart is cold and my son is my only light. But the mate bond doesn’t break so easily, and neither do I. Will love rise from betrayal, or will I claim my revenge?
benedictohachosim2 · 5.3K Views
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