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Hardworking Protagonist: Yes! Overpowered Growth: Yes! Mythical Creatures and World-Building: Yes! Vengeance-Driven Journey: Yes! Unique System Mechanics: Yes! =========================== Ryuk’s life in the forsaken Grade E city was bleak, but it truly shattered when a Knull raid took his last family and left him for dead. On the brink of despair: [System Activation Complete.] [Congratulations, Host has awakened the Draconic Pets Evolution System!] [Welcome host, to the path of domination.] Thrust into Endearth, a shattered mirror of Earth teeming with mythical creatures—vampires, werewolves, cosmic gods—and the unstoppable Knulls, Ryuk sets out on a journey of relentless growth, vengeance, and discovery. But power comes with a price, and the dual nature of his gift could either save humanity or destroy everything. This is a story of evolution, redemption, and defiance. Join Ryuk as he rises from nothing, building unshakable bonds with allies and carving his path in a world where strength is the only currency. --- A/N 1. Hardworking protagonist. Ryuk doesn’t rely solely on his system; he earns his power. 2. Overpowered potential. Growth takes effort, but Ryuk will become a force to be reckoned with. 3. No hiding strength. He plays smart, but when it’s time to fight, Ryuk doesn’t hold back. 4. Dark and morally complex. Ryuk is vengeful and will cross any line to protect what matters. 5. No harem. Relationships are meaningful, not shallow. 6. Lastly, if this novel stirs even the faintest flicker of interest in your soul, pour your undying devotion into it! Haha, just kidding… or am I? But seriously, please shower this story with power stones and drop some reviews. Your support fuels Ryuk’s journey (and keeps me caffeinated while writing). Thank you! ... Join the Discord for character arts and talk with the author: https://discord.gg/gTkMp93wxW

Stone stele, Blood Moon, ancient school, Burning Sea... Every elusive and unpredictable world is filled with unknown dangers. Those swept up in the blood-colored vortex, can only abandon comfort, using courage and wisdom to illuminate their path forward, in order to seize a glimmer of survival!

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."

Matthew Groff, a 31-year-old outcast with no aspirations, no friends, and a single obsession—the Viking era—spends his days escaping his bleak reality through Viking media. When he stumbles upon a 101-chapter web novel called The Viking Era, he excitedly dives in, only to be appalled by its historical inaccuracies, shallow characters, and clumsy storytelling. Furious, Matthew finishes the story out of spite and leaves a scathing review. What Matthew doesn’t know is that the author has other plans. In a bizarre twist of fate, Matthew is reincarnated into the very story he despises, taking on the role of Elliott —the childhood friend (and slave) of the protagonist who is doomed to die at the beginning of the tale. Thrown into a Viking world filled with battles, betrayals, and a mysterious glowing system that gives cryptic instructions, Matthew must find a way to defy the story’s narrative and rewrite his destiny. Can he use his extensive Viking knowledge to survive in this brutal world? Or will he meet the same tragic fate as his character? Find out by reading!

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air. "You shouldn't be here," Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling. "Shouldn't I?" His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume. "I haven’t seen you for the last two days," his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. "Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?" Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, "I don't belong to anyone.” "A bold claim," he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. "Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch." His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. "Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?"

In the sprawling skyline of the world’s most powerful cities, one name commanded respect and fear in equal measure: Trinity Solaris. The founder and CEO of the Shield Group, Trinity wasn’t born into privilege. Her rise to the top was forged through sheer brilliance, relentless ambition, and a vision so grand that even her harshest critics couldn’t deny her genius. At just six years old, Trinity had laid the foundation of her empire. By twenty, she had built the Shield Group into a global conglomerate that dominated industries from renewable energy to cutting-edge technology. The world saw her as a symbol of perfection: a woman of unparalleled beauty, intellect, and power. But beneath the composed exterior was a sharp mind that never rested. Trinity was more than a businesswoman—she was a force of nature, unyielding and unapologetic in her pursuit of greatness. Her ambition wasn’t limited to wealth or corporate dominance. No, Trinity had a far grander vision. She wanted it all: power, influence, and the loyalty of those who mattered. But not just anyone. Trinity sought allies and companions who matched her strength, intelligence, and determination—women who would stand by her side as she reshaped the world. And then, there was Adrian Fury. A man whose ego far outweighed his accomplishments, Adrian fancied himself a domineering figure in the corporate world. He thrived on outdated tactics, shallow connections, and the illusion of power. For years, he had been a thorn in Trinity’s side, attempting to undermine her empire while collecting a harem of influential women through charm and manipulation. Trinity had tolerated his antics—until now. She didn’t just want to defeat Adrian Fury. She wanted to dismantle him, strip away every illusion of power he clung to, and claim everything he valued. When Trinity stepped onto the stage of the grand hall at Solaria Plaza, she didn’t know that her journey was about to take a dramatic turn. She was already a master of her domain, but the activation of a mysterious system—a tool that would elevate her to unimaginable heights—would transform her ambitions into destiny. The Domineering Female CEO System had one simple goal: to turn Trinity Solaris into a legend. A woman whose name would echo through the ages, whose power would eclipse all others, and whose harem would outshine even the most ambitious fantasies of Adrian Fury. This is the story of Trinity Solaris, the woman who would rewrite the rules, humiliate the so-called male protagonist, and rise as the true queen of the corporate world. Read advanced chapters on my patreon today. patreon.com/everstone

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death. Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine. --- “I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached. He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here. “Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?" I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place. “What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze. --- A Dangerous Obsession Can she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction? A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation. --- LYCAN KING CASSIAN I will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones. Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce. And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave. She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.

[A god is a paradox.] This is the theme of the novel, [Hero's Downfall], which Arcine wrote for funsies and laughs. The novel was a piece of satire as glorious as it was horrendous, with shallow characters, petty squabbles, and black-and-white villains and heroes. There was no depth whatsoever. And yet people kept reading until the very end, bound by the idea that the entire novel was a big joke. Life would make a similar joke on our trash author Arcine. Plagued by three different types of cancer, paralyzed from the waist down, and suffering from severe mental degradation at a young age, it was as if everything he had written was being thrown back at him. His suffering would continue even after his death. In a new life. Inside his garbage-tier novel.

What is the purpose of a man who continuesly waste his life on fiction? Dreaming that one day he would be reincarnated into a fantasy world. However, the man's prayers were never answered, ultimately leading to his death. When the man thought he was finally in the afterlife, he heard a voice. "Congratulations, it's a baby boy!" Begining his new journey.

Set in a dark, steampunk world where gods watch from above, a war rages between three races, and madness spreads like a plague—where is the light in this chaos? Light, once an ordinary young man, never expected to be reincarnated as the very first Ratkin in this grim world. His new race, considered mutants and servants of the dark gods, faces hostility from all sides. But fate grants him a lifeline: a system that allows him to build structures to train the Ratkin into various professions. From Ratkin Warplagues to Ratkin Gutter Runners and Ratkin Warlocks, Light must harness these forces to lead his people. Can he guide the Ratkin from the shadows and carve out a place in this unforgiving land? ... patreon.com/FuelbyRamen26

Joey has lived his whole life in the gutter. Nothing seems to make him happy. And in a world where curses rule it’s not safe to live an upsetting life. Joey can attract all kinds of jinn to him…now he just need to find out why evil spirits want him and him only

"Hah..Hah.." In the midst of what seemed like a battlefield, a young boy with white hair knelt on the ground, struggling to catch shallow breaths. A short sword pierced his heart, his arms and legs were broken, making him unable to stop the crimson blood from coloring the ground. "That's what you get for betrayal," a red-headed teenage boy sneered as he stood before him. "A pathetic person like you could never be my brother," added a purple-haired girl, her voice seething with anger, as she stood alongside the redhead. With great effort, the young boy shifted his gaze forward. He could see many familiar faces in front of him—his so-called family, his so-called friends but his gaze remained fixed on her. "Wh..y, A.nna," he uttered with immense difficulty and sorrow in his voice, his vision blurring as he locked eyes with the blonde-haired girl, who regarded him with emotionless eyes. "I did that so I could save you," he said, his voice gradually growing louder. "I DID THAT SO YOU COULD LIVE!" he shouted, making everyone present flinch in fear. "I never asked you to do this" the blonde-haired girl replied, her words crushing the very soul of the boy. "A...nn.a," the young boy whispered one last time, a small tear slipping down from his eye as he breathed his final breath. ================================ Neil survived eight grueling years in a post-apocalyptic world only to die and be reincarnated in the body of Eden Morton, a character from a game he used to play as a teenager, by an unknown entity for unknown reasons. Eden's life was a pitiable one, plagued by the constant manipulation and betrayal of those around him – whether it was the princess, the famed hero, or even his very own family. Eden died without ever experiencing genuine love. Now, as Neil took over, he was determined to embark on a new journey, seeking the one thing he and Eden never had : a life worth living. ================================ [Discord link :- Invite/5Vgw4JCrBW]

--- The Novel "The Evil Friend" Translated - Comedy - Action - Fantasy - "Each of us fights their own battle in life." What if it all turned out to be just a shallow philosophy with no real substance?! What if you were thrown into the world of your favorite novel and were asked to engage in battles for survival?! Welcome to the world of "Deconel Hayes," where a massive war breaks out between humanity and the Phyllis. Give it your all to survive. "Damn it! How can they ask me to join a war 7 years after it started when most of the survivors barely managed to live on this planet?! They want me to enter and die right away?!" Rylan screamed in disbelief... Hmmm... Or should we say, the lowlife Casper...? ---

Drake is an orphan child who was left with only a strange book and a ring by his biological parents. He is later adopted and deemed a genius, excelling in both academic and physical standards. But one day he discovered a strange disease that stops his height from growing and his body from building anything other than fat. He tries everything possible to fix his ugly body, but this strange disease could never get treated. Because of this, he presumes exercising and socialising meaningless and goes on a path of procrastination and wastes his life every single day. But one day he awakens something inside him that changed his life forever. [Congratulations on being officially graded as the universe’s least attractive man!!! You've awakened the Black Pill System!!!] “Ha, I knew I am born for greatness,” Said Drake who assumed that the floating panel in front of his eyes was just another hallucination caused by the excessive release of dopamine. However, on that day, Drake awakened a power that could increase his talents and abilities with Elixirs. [Congratulations on obtaining the unique job ‘True Alchemy Remolding’] [Congratulations on awakening your Secret Body. You can now shallow infinite amounts of Elixirs]

After escaping his pit of despair, Oscar wonders if reincarnating into the world of his dreams saved him, or plunged him into newfound terrors. Forced to become strong with no endpoint in sight, he cultivates through infancy, relying on the only thing the elder gave him. The mystical Soul Becoming World Technique. With his past life’s experience and knowledge of cultivation novels, Oscar expected it to be easy. But of course, it wasn’t that simple. From demonic trials to family torment, even his early years were fraught with pain. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Cultivation Fever is a Western interpretation of the Chinese Cultivation genre, focusing heavily on realistic progression, lifelike characters, and emotional turmoil. As an avid reader of the genre, the lacklustre stories, shallow characters, and shoddy translations consistently disappointed me, so I strived to write an original high-quality interpretation with real depth. If you're a fan of gritty, realistic fantasy, you'll love this series. If you have never heard of cultivation, this book is a perfect start that eases you into the core concepts of Chinese martial fantasy. For die-hard fans, it is a fresh take on the genre with deep character development, diving into the brutal reality of cultivation. Discord: https://discord.gg/GTnev65 Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cultivation-Fever-1-Ozzy-Banks-ebook/dp/B08LL6SQS9/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=cultivation+fever+volume+1&qid=1603628241&sr=8-1

[WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS!!!] (PS: Read fifteen chapters at least before tossing it aside.) . Penelope Neville is a werewolf turned into an orphan by her first love and ex-husband, Damian Cedar who killed every member of her family and took her father's pack. She finds out he was plotting to kill her too, and tries to escape but is caught by her furious ex-husband who promised to make her beg for her death. She is imprisoned and sentenced to death for treason. On her execution, after all the tortures she was subjected to, her fated mate finds her after a long search and he turns out to be the Alpha king who was obsessed with her and wanted revenge for every hurt she had been subjected to. . # Except 1 "Proceed." This was finally it. My death. I felt all the air squeeze out of my lungs until I heard it - the deep, hoarse voice that sent chills down my spine. "Stop the execution," the king said with a warning edge that even a fool couldn't miss. Damian's face twisted with surprise that barely concealed his fury at the King's words. "Your Highness," he repeated, masking his irritation with a shallow bow, "This is the execution we spoke about a while ago that involved the treason." From his facial expression, I could tell he felt the need to state that. The king's gaze turned steely, cutting through Damian's attempt at justification. "Why aren't your guards backing down?" he asked, his voice dripping with authority that left murmurs in the crowd. "Or have you forgotten who commands this realm, Alpha Damian?" "Penelope Neville will be taken into my custody..." He declared. "Any attempt to go against my order or interfere will be met with swift and severe punishment worse than death." [ IN CUPIDS QUILL COMPETITION. Support book by adding to your library, voting with power stones, gifting with golden tickets, and normal gifting.]

In a world ruled by demons, monsters, and the unrelenting laws of strength, Christopher—or Chris, as those close to him call him—awakens to a new life with memories of his past. Once a brilliant game designer in his former world, Chris had poured his heart into creating True Creation, a groundbreaking game that allowed players to design and customize powerful entities with godlike precision. But overwork and the relentless pressures of his previous life led to his untimely death. Reincarnated as a Demon Noble in the world of Althaea, Chris discovers that the very systems he designed have merged with this world’s reality. His dungeon—a core component of his newfound existence—now operates like True Creation. Using his unparalleled understanding of its mechanics, Chris gains the ability to create, customize, and summon powerful beings from his former game. These summoned entities serve him with unwavering loyalty, providing him a unique advantage over the other demon rulers vying for supremacy. But Chris’s power comes with challenges. The world of Althaea operates under strict hierarchies, with ranks among Demon Nobles ranging from Baron to the coveted title of Demon Lord. Only those recognized by one of the Seven Deadly Sin Fragments—ancient, sentient sources of immense power—can ascend to the highest rank. Chris carries a piece of the Pride Fragment, one of the most powerful but shattered artifacts. To become the true Demon Lord of Pride, he must find and merge the remaining four parts of the fragment while fending off powerful rivals and ancient Demon Lords who still hold sway over the land. As Chris carves his path through ambition and battle, his journey takes an unexpected turn when Luna, his younger sister from his previous life, mysteriously appears in this world. Their bond—once a complex blend of sibling love and deep affection—rekindles in this life, bringing both emotional solace and a powerful new ally. Christopher’s journey is one of power, ambition, and complex relationships, but at its heart lies the profound connections he forges with those around him. As a Demon Noble rising through the ranks, Chris encounters women from diverse backgrounds—powerful warriors, cunning strategists, mysterious sorceresses, and even enemies turned allies. Each of them is drawn to him not only by his strength but also by his unwavering determination, charisma, and the rare kindness he shows in a world dominated by brutality. Over time, these relationships deepen beyond mere alliances, blossoming into genuine love and respect. Bound by fate, loyalty, and shared dreams, Chris finds himself surrounded by women who support and challenge him, each playing a crucial role in his ascent to power. Far from being a shallow harem, these relationships are built on mutual growth, emotional connection, and shared struggles, making them an integral part of his story. By embracing these bonds, Chris defies the expectations of a cold and calculating demon, creating a family united by love, trust, and an unyielding will to reshape the world. Features: Epic Worldbuilding: Explore the richly detailed world of Althaea, filled with Demon Nobles, Guild-Classified monsters, rare magic, and legendary materials. Innovative Power System: Witness Chris’s rise through the ranks of Demon Nobility, from Baron to Demon Lord, and his mastery of mana forms, from basic elements to rare and mutated magic. Emotional Depth: Experience Chris’s emotional struggles and growth as he rebuilds bonds with Luna and deepens relationships with allies. Intense Battles: Enjoy action-packed, intricately detailed battles that showcase strategy, raw power, and the stakes of survival. Romance and Loyalty: Follow Chris’s evolving relationships with Luna and other key characters, highlighting themes of love, trust, and loyalty. Chris’s journey is not just about rising to power—it’s about redefining what it means to lead, protect, and overcome insurmountable odds in a world w

Earth has undergone an odd change. Expanding by millions of times its original size, its population was suddenly split into two halves. On one side, there was a group of technologically advanced humans. But, on the other, a world of cultivation had grown and pospered. The secrets that led to this change have been hidden in the darkness for too long... Until there came a day where a boy born on the Mortal side of the world was found to have the talent to enter the Martial side. Having lost both of his parents to a hidden tide, he chose to leave all that he had known behind and enter this land of danger. What truths would he unveil? What would he learn about what separated the Mortals from the Cultivators? What hidden evils wanted to ensure that his people never rose up and gained power? And how would those evils... deal with him? ---- This list of things I hate is quite long. The first is that I hate to be tested the most. The second is that I hate to be tested the most. The third also happens to be that I hate to be tested the most. The ocean's depths are too shallow, the sun's light too dim, the ground too mundane and the skies too small. For those born of this colorless world to deem themselves worthy of casting judgement on me... I can only say that it's laughable. I am the Nameless Immortal God because even the Heavens themselves are unworthy to name me. Even while I am unaware of my own identity, I will dry the oceans until cracked land is all that is left, I will cast the sun into endless darkness, I will shatter the ground with my feet and sunder the skies with my blade. Am I too arrogant? What right do you have to think that? --- https://discord.gg/awespec

Genre: Drama Renata, a 25-year-old model adored for her beauty and unique style, hides a quiet emptiness behind her love for the color orange, a symbol of her grandmother's warmth. Beneath the glamour of her career, she feels like a stranger in her own life, burdened by shallow connections and the pressure to be flawless. _______ Orange Sugars is the story of a bright, beautiful model named Renata, who, like a ripe orange, appears vibrant on the outside but feels hollow within. Drawn to the color orange as a reminder of her grandmother's warmth, she clings to its brightness in an attempt to fill the emptiness that her glamorous yet lonely life brings. Renata peels back the layers of her life and realizes that true sweetness comes not from the perfection she presents to the world but from the genuine connections and simple joys she left behind. In her search for meaning, Renata learns that beauty is not in the flawless exterior but in the authentic moments that make life feel whole. _______ The "sugars" she seeks are the moments of real connection and warmth, reminders of her grandmother's simple life and genuine love. Renata's world of glamor loses its charm, she searches for those true "sugars" in life, the relationships, memories, and little joys that bring authentic sweetness to her soul.

A child from the lowest class of society, a simple G-class boy, will impose himself with his fists in a cruel world. He will advance from the sewers and sewers to the top and fame, from class to class, only with his perseverance, his rage, and his ability to survive. But getting out of the gutter is not easy, nor will the elites allow him to advance easily. Will his fists be able to impose himself on his cruel destiny?

In the church's prison, a man looked at his shackles. 'Little girl... is this the ending you wanted to see?' Thinking back to that resolute and pretty face in his memory and that golden hair like the blooming sunset, Lister sighed. 'If I had known that my end will be like this, I might as well have abandoned that little useless princess, opened a small tavern, and found a woman to spend my life with.' "Man, how unlucky am I..." Lister remembered that while he was playing with these little fluffy monster girls, he used to often tease a certain witch that she would accidentally end up on the stake, making her puzzled, but he didn't expect that he would be the one to go up first. "If all this could start over... I should have chosen the monster girls after all." "Oh? Really?" A cold yet teasing voice sounded beside him. As he turned his head to look, powerful magic energy gathered and swirled, and finally, a tall female figure walked out of it. She wore a tight black dress that showed off her curvy, mature figure. Lister knew her... or rather, should have known her. 'The Sinful Dragon Demon Lord, Priscilla' "Did you really mean it when you said you'd choose monster girls?" "...I wonder if the mighty Demon Lord has decided to grace me with a heart-to-heart in this cozy little prison." "As expected of the mastermind who single-handedly helped that incompetent woman to the throne. Even now you have the energy to crack jokes?" "You flatter me. I think it's quite humanistic for a Demon Lord who has children for breakfast, lunch, and dinner to chat with a dying man in prison." "Tsk, getting upset over a little teasing already?" "Sigh, alright, I don't have much time either. Let me get to the point with you. What are you still waiting for here, waiting to die?" "I don't know, maybe waiting for a female Demon Lord to come swoop in and save me?" "You know Aurola has abandoned you. What are you still hoping for?" "...So what does this have to do with the Demon Lord? We only have a very shallow cooperative relationship; I don't think it matters if I die or not." "Of course it does." Priscilla smiled and pressed the blunt end of her dragon horn against his forehead. "Because I want you, but I'm different from Aurola. What she gave you, I can give. What she couldn't give you, I can also give. Didn't you want to choose monster girls? In the Demon Capital, there are all kinds of monster girls. You can pick whichever you like." "Then, are there fluffy and warm ones?" "...I think the ones with hard scales and slender, elegant physiques are not bad either." "Ahem, I digress." "Anyway, I understand you better than you think. As long as you come with me to the Demon Capital, I will satisfy your everything within my power. As long as you promise me one thing..." "I know." Lister picked up where Priscilla left off, smiling back at her. "You want me, right?" "What a smarty~. So, you agree?" "Mm. I'll go with you." 'And come on, it's fluffy monster girls' 'I can't refuse.'

In a realm divided into kingdoms, five esteemed families, blessed by guardian angels, protected neighbouring kingdoms from demonic "Shallows." Destiny dictated that each family's firstborn inherit the "Mark of Cleanse" to vanquish darkness. Kendrik Dynasty's firstborn defied tradition. Unblessed and talentless, Kendrik languished in neglect, overshadowed by his beloved younger brother. Seeking redemption, Kendrik joined his younger brother's army against a cunning Shallow threat. Deception awaited. Betrayed and slaughtered by his brother and best friend, Kendrick's dying prayer summoned an ethereal system granting infinite power. Resurrected, Kendrik vowed vengeance. Fuelled by rage, Kendrik navigated the system's trials, leveling up to unleash devastation. His quest: dismantle twisted kingdoms, expose dark conspiracies and annihilate Shallows. Unmatched power transformed Kendrik into a formidable king, driven by unyielding fury.

Synopsis: The Architect’s Gambit “Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’ve never met a psychopath before? A sociopath? Please. Call me The Architect. It sounds classier, doesn’t it? I know, I know—you’re not here for me. You want to know about Giovanni Sungwo, don’t you? The struggling little mortal from Velmont, desperate to escape the filth of his pathetic existence. Let me spoil it for you: Giovanni thinks he’s playing my game. Thinks he can use my System, my power, to claw his way out of the gutter and become some multi-billionaire, king of industry, or whatever nonsense his fragile mind dreams up. He’ll even try to justify it, call it survival, say it’s for his precious mother or his faraway sister. But I’ll let you in on a little secret—he’s not special. None of them are. He’s just another pawn. Another fool who will dance when I pull the strings. Watch him. Watch as he dupes himself (literally), manipulates markets, and tries to bend the world—and me—to his will. Think he’ll win? Think he’ll survive the alien glyphs, the intergalactic powers watching his every move, or the tiny voice whispering in his mind that maybe, just maybe, I’m right? Oh, you poor thing. You’ve already lost. Go on. Read his story. Cheer for him. Hope for his success. I’ll be here, laughing. It’s what I do best.”

Chapter releases are scarce, but happen between Thursdays and Saturdays! Read Episode 1 of Knights Multiverse on WEBTOON now!! Synopsis— A boy is raised in a dark and impoverished environment from birth. He realizes the unfairness of the world from an earlier age than most. As he begins to grow older, he decides that he doesn't want anyone else to go through what he did. But the world is a big place, and there are situations that can be far worse than what he could ever imagine. As he fights his way through dark organizations, republics, wars, and even the gods themselves, our main protagonist comes to see just how shallow his dream really is. Is it even possible to achieve such a thing? But the answer to that is far away, past even the largest countries, or even the largest planets. The core of good and evil itself lies at the origin of all things. Beyond the barrier.

Leo had been living a peaceful life when, suddenly, his tranquility was shattered by his haunting past. Someone he thought he'd escaped, someone he believed was behind him for good, was now chasing him once more. This time, no matter where Leo ran or hid, the person was relentless—coming for him. ..... Leo’s skin crawled under the touch, his breath shallow as he forced himself to speak. “Stop.” The figure’s eyes flashed with something dark, something possessive. “Stop?” he repeated, his voice a low whisper, like a soft hum in Leo’s ear. “You don’t really want me to stop.” Leo’s heart pounded, his vision blurring at the edges. “I’m not—” His voice broke, and he clenched his jaw, trying to pull himself together. “I’m not the same person you knew.” The figure’s smile returned, colder now, more menacing. “Neither am I.” Before Leo could react, the figure’s hand wrapped around his wrist, gripping tightly, pulling him closer. Leo gasped, his body stiffening as he was yanked forward, their faces now inches apart. He could feel the figure’s breath on his skin, cold and unsettling, his eyes burning into him with an intensity that made Leo’s stomach twist. “What do you want from me?” Leo’s voice wavered, his chest tightening as the reality of the situation settled in. The figure’s lips curled into a smirk, his grip tightening. “I want you to remember. I want you to feel what you’ve tried to forget.” Leo’s mind raced, his thoughts scrambling for a way out. But before he could say anything, the figure’s hand slid from his wrist to the back of his neck, pulling him in sharply. Their lips collided, a hard, forceful kiss that sent a shock through Leo’s entire body. Leo’s breath hitched, his mind screaming in protest, but his body was frozen, trapped in the overwhelming force of the moment. The figure’s grip tightened, his kiss rough, claiming, as if trying to erase every part of Leo that had moved on, every part that had healed.

I, Eli Marks, was the illegitimate son of Gregory Marks the President of the Marks & Wills Foundation in Utah. Two years ago, I was saved by Utah Billionaire and Chairman Armand James of Armand Inc., as my father Gregory Marks whipped me for being disobedient at a VIP lounge in Salt Lake City: Hampton Inn. The two were born nemesis and never saw eye to eye as the two companies had competed for a decade. Two years later, Pa sent my profile to Chairman Armand's office after they advertised for an open position of a secretary for the Chairman without my knowledge. Pa insisted that I had to ensure that I was hired or else he would continue to brutally abuse me and make my mother suffer. If I were hired, I would become a spy for Pa, giving him all the trade secrets and dirt for Armand Inc. At the end of the interview, Chairman Armand announced that I had been hired. Hired by a Tyrant boss who controlled everything around him from his company to his family had even set rules around him making him the most feared and ruthless person in Utah. Armad had risen from the gutter and made my name for myself by leading the largest company in Utah and becoming the first bachelor billionaire to ever exist. The chemistry between us grew and our relationship developed so fast. But we both carried the burden from our past as the demons kept haunting us and pulling us apart. Will Armand ever forgive me when he finds out that I am a spy sent by Pa, to Infiltrate and get the dirt on Armand Inc.? Will the feelings we have for each other survive all the treachery of the corporate world? _______________________________________________________________________________________________ EXCERPT “Stop” I raised my hands in defense to keep the distance between Chairman Armand and me. “That my dear Eli Marks, is a vocabulary that does not exist in my life “He smirked down at me as he moved closer and pressed his body to mine. My hands ended up pressed on his chest as my eyes flashed in anger. I swallowed hard as I felt the sizzling chemistry that brewed between us rise and my bottom lip trembled as a result. “You are just proving to me what everyone in Utah says about you “I muttered through gritted teeth hoping my crude words would push him away and make him stop advancements. “Pray tell, what do they say about me, sweet Eli?” He drawled as his head lowered further and his lips were only inches away as our breaths tangled with each other and the scent of wine mingled between us. “That you, Armand James, are a Tyrant. “I blurted out. “Thank you for the compliment, Eli Marks “He smirked at me and my eyes widened at the realization that he was unfazed by my words, and in the next instant his lips brushed with mine and that is how we sealed our fate.

This story is about you. After a life of wasted opportunities, your heart gave out, leaving you full of regret. But in a twist of fate, you've been given a second chance. This time, it's different. You're no longer seeking shallow pleasures—you’re searching for meaning. With a fresh start, you will travel from one country to another, each with its own unique systems, traditions, and beliefs. Along the way, you’ll meet people who live in ways you've never imagined, and you’ll confront ideas that challenge everything you thought you knew about life. This is your journey to understand the world—and, more importantly, to understand yourself. How will you live now that you’ve been given this chance to truly experience life?

Gu Xiaor's body trembled as she was pushed onto the luxurious bed. The silk sheets beneath her felt cold, sending a chill down her spine. She knew, from tonight on, her fate was no longer hers to control. Li Juefeng's gaze was cold and predatory, his hands moved over her skin like fire, igniting a shiver in every nerve of her body. "Gu Xiaor, from now on, you belong to me," his deep voice whispered in her ear, a command laced with undeniable dominance. His strong body pressed down on hers, filling the entire space with his overwhelming presence. She bit down hard on her lip, tears slipping uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. She knew there was no escape from this cruel deal. With her family in shambles and debts piling up, this was her only way out. She had to give herself to this ruthless man. Li Juefeng had no trace of mercy. His every move was filled with wild possessiveness, as if he intended to destroy her soul completely. Her legs were forcibly spread, the coldness of the room contrasting with the heat of his touch. His hands gripped her waist tightly, and his body invaded her without hesitation. Each thrust brought waves of pain and humiliation, searing into her every fiber. Gu Xiaor tried to remain silent, suppressing the urge to cry out, but her body betrayed her. With each forceful movement, her heart raced faster, her breath growing shallow. The sharp pain gradually dulled into numbness, but it was the feeling of helplessness that truly overwhelmed her. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to escape from this degrading moment, but deep inside, an emotion she couldn’t explain began to burn—something that frightened her even more. Li Juefeng grew fiercer with every movement, his sweat dripping onto her skin like burning embers. She dug her nails into his back, desperate to grasp even the faintest illusion of security. But in her heart, she knew—this wasn’t love. It was just a deal, and she was nothing more than a tool for his satisfaction. When he finally reached his climax, Gu Xiaor felt her heart shatter completely. Staring blankly at the ceiling, her vision blurred by tears, the world seemed to stop. She knew, in that moment, she had lost herself. Li Juefeng collapsed beside her, his breathing heavy, his face buried in her neck. Neither of them spoke; only the sound of their ragged breathing filled the room. Gu Xiaor’s mind was in turmoil, torn between agony and confusion. She had no idea if she could ever escape the abyss of love and hate that now bound them. And these 33 days of emotional torment were just the beginning of their tangled fate…

He was the King of darkness, but for her, he was a gentleman. ... Soft, shy, and sweet, Annika Knight is the pampered and dotted princess of the Knights. Until she wasn’t anymore… Enter, Avery Clifford, the lost princess at the birth. She is found at the hospital; weak and pale. Yet has the power to shake the existence of Annika Knight with the blood running in her veins. She has come with a purpose: To rightfully become the princess of the Knights and become the center of attention. And she succeeds. Love. Attention. Warmth. Status. Wealth. Fiancé. She has snatched it all, leaving Annika broken and abandoned with the ticket of plane to the London by the very family who once cherished her. Flames of revenge and the want of what rightfully belonged to her burned deeper and brighter than the sun in Annika’s heart. It Took five harsh, but awakening years to Annika to finally understand the scheme created by the Avery Clifford and the real faces of her family members who once dotted her a lot. Coming back, Annika Knight was not the same person anymore. Regal, astute, and strong-willed, she became the weapon to tear down the Avery Clifford’s mask and rightfully get her status as the princess and wealth back! She became a sharp sword that can pierce the hearts of many who once deemed her worthless and unworthy. But among all this, there was a man who she offended accidentally on one full moon, who has come stronger and fiercer to make her repay by sealing her fate with him— Xavier Castillo. The man, who has the power to shook the continents and destroy the kingdom. The only heir to the Empire! He has been running after her, trying all types of seduction techniques to get her under the sheets with him, but he didn’t succeed. So he forcefully bind her with him through a shot-gun marriage and demanded her to become his future kids mother!! --- Excerpt: He took a step towards her, his gray eyes appearing dark and icy as he trapped her beneath him. "Let go of me!" Annika yelled as she struggled, her heart anxious and breath coming shallow. He held her tight and leaned in to her. "What did I tell you, dear Annika?" He asked, his voice barely above whisper but contained an unsuppressed raw anger that chilled her heart. Annika stayed still and didn't dare to move. Blue eyes of her looking anywhere but at him. Xavier pinched her chin, hard, and made her look into his eyes. "Look in my eyes when I am talking to you, Annika." he spoke, breath coming hot and raw. "Now, tell me." He caressed her face, gently. "What did I tell you, sweetheart?" Red warning emitting from his voice. Annika visibly gulped and shakily spoke, "You told me... that I am your person." "That's right." Xavier nodded, tapping his finger on her cheek. "Then sweetheart..." He suddenly cupped her face in his hand, hard. Uncontrollable anger emitting from his being. "Why did you thought that letting him touch you would be a good idea?" "I..." "You're my fucking bride and mine alone, Annika. Let anyone touch what's mine, I will destroy them and bathe you in their fucking blood!" he growled, deep and rough.