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Samus Aran Without Suit

Chimera System: Starting the Hardest Dungeon Without Limbs

“Zane Ashfield... your job class is... ‘Chimera King’...???” That was the job-class he received in this other world. He and his classmates were ‘hero summoned’ to defeat the Evil Demon King. But when all of his classmates received regal, divine roles befitting true heroes... He instead received the unique-yet-bizarre Job Class: The Chimera King. A job-class that grants him the forbidden ability, Graft. The power to attach and fuse monster parts to his own body. But... “Zane Ashfield... you are a heretical existence... and you must be purged.” They would never allow such heretic "hero" like him to stand among the divine heroes. Zane was cast away—! Banished to one of the world’s deadliest dungeons! He was soon swarmed by monsters, torn apart, losing all of his limbs... And he was at his death's door. However— He found his ‘treasure.’ A glowing, fiery monster arm. [DING!] [You have found an Armament!] [Armament: Right Arm of the Inferno Salamander.] [Do you wish to graft this Armament onto your body?] [YES] / [NO] Without hesitation... he fused the monster’s flesh to his own! Slowly, he will become the 'heretical monster' they feared...! But he does not care. He will survive. And he will take his revenge. ~~~ Author’s Note: This story contains graphic violence, gore, and scenes of body modification. Reader discretion is advised. (At the very least, the first few chapters will be pretty graphic, so... consider this a warning ahead of time.)
Last_Gambit · 3.6K Views

Aran, Pewaris Kekuatan Dewa

Aran, seorang pemuda lemah di desa terpencil, hidup dalam bayang-bayang ejekan dan kekerasan. Tubuhnya ringkih, tak punya bakat bertarung, membuatnya jadi sasaran bully teman-temannya dan diremehkan warga desa. Di tengah hinaan, hanya Lira, seorang gadis pemberani yang diam-diam mengaguminya, selalu membela Aran dengan tulus. Namun, hidup Aran berubah drastis saat sekelompok pembenci memukulinya habis-habisan dan membuangnya ke hutan belantara yang diselimuti misteri, tempat yang ditakuti karena legenda makhluk gaib dan kekuatan kuno.Tanpa sepengetahuannya, di dalam hutan itu, sesuatu membangunkan kekuatan terpendam dalam diri Aran—kekuatan dewa yang tak tertandingi, mengalir dalam darahnya sejak lahir. Ketika sadar, Aran kembali ke desa, menjalani hari-harinya seperti biasa, tak menyadari potensi dahsyat yang kini bersemayam di tubuhnya. Ejekan dan bully terus berlanjut, hingga suatu hari, amarah Aran memuncak. Di depan mata semua orang, kekuatannya meledak, mengguncang desa dan membuat semua orang tercengang. Aran, pemuda tampan yang selama ini dianggap lemah, ternyata menyimpan rahasia besar: dia adalah titisan dewa.Perjalanan Aran kini dimulai, bukan hanya untuk membuktikan dirinya, tetapi juga mengungkap asal-usul kekuatannya, menghadapi musuh yang jauh lebih besar, dan melindungi mereka yang dicintainya—termasuk Lira, yang selalu percaya padanya. Akankah Aran mampu mengendalikan kekuatan dewa dalam dirinya, atau justru terjebak dalam kutukan yang menyertainya? Novel ini adalah kisah epik tentang keberanian, cinta, dan kebangkitan dari seorang yang dianggap tak berarti menjadi legenda.
Rai_Shan · 4.1K Views

Awakened Mage: My Talent Grows My Mana Without Limit

Upload schedule: 1-2 chapters each day! (1-1.5k words per chapter) _______________________________________ In a world where only 10% awaken to wield magic and fight in permanent dungeons, mastering spells is a lifelong grind — for most. Eighteen-year-old Ethan Vale awakens as a Mage with average stats and high hopes. But when he discovers his talent — gaining permanent Mana, Mana Regen, and Spell Power every time he fully exhausts his mana — his path to power changes forever. While others take years to rank up a single spell, Ethan embraces a chill life of relentless casting, café mornings, and dungeon afternoons. In a world ruled by Guilds and gold, he’ll rise — one exhausted mana pool at a time. _______________________________________ Hi there, Author here! This is my first attempt to write a novel, so I guess the novel can only get better the further I venture down this path... right?? -.- I'm always open to new ideas, or corrections so if you got something you think would better my novel, then just write a comment or review and I'll see what I can do! Just want to give a little more info about where I want to take my novel. Expect this to be a more chill dungeon clearing novel, happening in modern society, where the mc starts out weak, but grinds everyday to secure a better life for his family. I want to stay clear of most cringe clichés and arrogant young masters. At this point in time, this isn’t going to be one of those novels where the MC keeps going to higher worlds, or where the system has some hidden agenda for him. (If you want it to be, then tell me) For now, it’s just a little fun project, because I couldn’t find any good chill dungeon novels — so what better way to enjoy one than to write it myself? Lastly here are some more tags people may want: No Harem (Single Female Lead), No NTR, No Yuri, Dungeon Clearing, No Tragic Events, Heartwarming Family, Future Plans for MC Starting Own Family with FL.
Laugaaard · 25.5K Views

Underneath the Suit : The Fractured Vow

Underneath the Suit: The Fractured Vow “Where memory fractures... the vow still stands.” -->The name was erased. The vow wasn’t. Beneath the suit, something awakens. Beneath the badge, something refuses. In a fractured future where cities run on corporate lies and gods sleep beneath synthetic moons, two lives spiral toward each other—bound by blood, buried power, and a war the world tried to forget. Ryuu Takeda, a technician in Sector 9, lives quietly—trying to shrink beneath his rage. By night, he fights in circuits like PIT, chasing rumors of his missing brother. His past is erased. His brothers are gone. Only a bloodstained watch keeps him tethered. The system marks him as dangerous. The streets whisper a name he never chose. And something inside him wants to burn through the silence. Audrina Cromwell, an elite Eclipse enforcer, lives by protocol—until she breaks ranks to save a child. Her locket opens for the first time in years. It bleeds shadow, hums with memories not her own, and calls her by a title she doesn’t understand. Now she’s hunted for something even she can’t explain. Cults chant forbidden names. Knight relics tremble in the dark. And power stirs in those, the world forgot how to control. As divine monsters, broken myths, and AI ghosts converge on a buried truth, Ryuu and Audrina must decide if the fire inside them is inherited, stolen...or something new. Because something ancient is bleeding through the cracks. And someone—maybe both—is carrying a vow the world tried to erase. A vow was broken once. The gods bled because of it. Two lost souls who were never meant to meet. One shattered prophecy. And a war no one remembers—until it remembers them. They weren’t born to save the world. They were built to survive what comes after. Not chosen ones—just broken ones fate failed to erase. —— Power System: AURA Aura doesn’t awaken from destiny—it breaks loose when the soul stops kneeling. It is defiance made visible. The scream of will, shaped into motion. When belief becomes will—and will becomes a weapon. The stronger the soul, the brighter the burn. But some flames consume. Aura awakens when the spirit breaks its chains. But some chains bind gods. And some gods remember. Suit up. Break. Burn. Become. —— Core Elements: Cyberpunk meets Divine Horror Dual Protagonist Psychological Spiral: underground fighter & haunted officer No Systems. No Prompts. No Mercy Aura vs. Borrowed Power: soul-forged will vs. divine residue Urban Mythpunk: dreamfolds, Knight relics, shadow-driven warfare Slow-burn convergence, fractured identities, sacred violence Secrets that whisper before they scream —— Author’s Note: Lo, brave reader—thou who wander’st where shadows writhe and oaths lie broken, This be mine first tale upon the scrolls of Webnovel. If thou seek worlds cracked with myth and power born not of birth, but of defiance— And souls who, though torn, dare rise again—then come. Walk with me through ruin and remembrance. Each act shall grow in terror and truth. What beginneth in silence shall end in flame. Speak thy thoughts. Scribe thy theories. Share thy witness. The crack hath opened. We fall not alone. — ChaosKNIGHT (C.K) Ashvale (“Oh, it feels cringe?” Aye—’tis why we keep a simpler tongue…) This is my first Webnovel. A slow-burn, emotional story built on identity, myth, and transformation. If you enjoy fractured worlds, mythic systems, and broken people who rise again—I hope you stay. Each act deepens. The fracture widens. And the fire only grows. Feedback, comments, and wild theories are always welcome. Let’s see how deep the cracks go. Thanks for reading. The fracture begins now. - I sometimes add Images in comment section(From me or From internet) ——
The_ChaosKNIGHT · 13.6K Views

You Can’t Spell Stepbrother Without Sin

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.
Aishat_isd · 1.3K Views
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