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Kingdom Building Game: Starting Out With A Million Upgrade Points!

[Reminder, contented intended for mature audiences.] "World conquest was never part of the plan." Yu Chen was just an ordinary programmer, slaving away at his desk, fixing bugs for a popular kingdom-building game. His life was a cycle of endless work, sleepless nights, and little appreciation. One fateful night, while struggling to fix a game-breaking bug that granted players an absurd amount of upgrade points, his exhausted heart gave out. But death wasn't the end for Yu Chen. He awoke in a world strangly familiar... he had transmigrated into the very game he had been working on, now inhabiting the body of a notorious tyrant emperor, Arkanos Bloodbane, whose empire was on the brink of destruction. Surrounded by enemies, with rebellions simmering within and war on every front, Yu Chen, now Arkanos, quickly realizes the gravity of his situation. But to his shock, he discovers that he still has access to the game's system interface—complete with the million upgrade points from the bug he had tried to fix! With his knowledge of game mechanics, strategic mind, and a wealth of upgrade points, Arkanos sets out to turn the crumbling empire into an unstoppable force. He begins by summoning legendary heroes, deploying advanced technologies never before seen in this world, and revolutionizing his military and infrastructure. As he pushes his empire to greatness, Arkanos must navigate the treacherous politics of the imperial court, fend off treacherous factions, and outmaneuver the rival nations that seek to destroy him. But with each victory, he realizes that this world is not just a game—it's his new reality. The stakes are higher, the dangers more real, and the consequences of failure more dire than ever. [Reminder, contented intended for mature audiences.] Discord link: https://discord.gg/zbQwWCSCrn
Zurbluris · 1.3M Views

Reborn as the Dragon: The Princess Sacrifice Begins...

# Reborn as the Dark Dragon: The Princess Sacrifice Begins... ## Genre Tags - Isekai/Transmigration - Fantasy - LitRPG (DnD-inspired) - Kingdom Building - Monster Evolution - Romance - Beast-folk Elements - Single Female Lead ## Synopsis Su Nian wakes up to find himself reborn as the most feared creature in a fantasy world - a menacing dragon that everyone wants dead. His confusion only grows when he discovers a trembling young girl seeking refuge near him. But that's just the beginning of his extraordinary transformation. As multiple system interfaces suddenly activate: - The War & Conquest System - The Evolution System - The Villain System These systems mysteriously begin to merge, granting him unprecedented powers. ## World Reactions The news of his emergence sends ripples across different factions: - **Royalty**: "Spare my life! Take my daughter instead!" - **Heroes**: "I shall rescue the princess from the evil dragon!" - **Gamers**: "Wait, what? There's no boss fight scheduled in the starter village!" - **Other Dragons**: "You dare call that THING a dragon? That's a monster!" - **The Gods**: "Stop! The divine realm is crumbling!" ## The True Nature When Su Nian, now known as Waterhouse, emerges as the world's first capitalist dragon with a hundred nuclear reactors within him, even Satan himself can't help but admire: *"Impressive. Someone tattoo this black dragon on my body."* ## Unique Features - Sweet romance with single female lead - Kingdom management elements - Unique blend of modern technology and fantasy - Multiple system integration - Strategic progression --- *A tale that combines classic dragon fantasy with modern twists, where being the villain might just be the beginning of something greater...*
DaoistsSzmtd · 15.2K Views

Ex-wife Revenge: From Grass to Grace

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.
Osagie_Aromose · 2.6K Views

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders. The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest. She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing. The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine. Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked. She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened. When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled. Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place. As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 79.8K Views

The Spectral's Path

In Gehenna, a world where spirits and humans coexist, warriors known as Spectrals wield supernatural powers by bonding with ancient spirits through advanced technology called Spectral Interfaces. However, an ancient and rare power known as Memory Crafting—tapping into the memories of the dead to gain their skills—exists in the shadows. Kiehra Ashbluff, a powerless janitor in the Phantom Sentry, has lived in obscurity, haunted by her past in the brutal ghetto of Abyss. Everything changes when she bonds with an ancient and twisted spirit known as "No. 33". Their bond leaves Kiehra with unimaginable power capable of literally reshaping the world around her. Unfortunately, she is dangerously inexperienced in controlling it. She must now navigate the treacherous politics of the Phantom Sentry while concealing her overpowered abilities. As Kiehra rises in rank, she uncovers whispers of Memory Crafting, a lost art feared and revered. She encounters a rogue Memory Crafter who can access the memories and skills of dead warriors, making him a formidable swordsman. Though Kiehra distrusts his eerie abilities, a looming catastrophe forces them into an uneasy alliance. Together, they must uncover an ancient conspiracy threatening both the spirit realm and Gehenna itself. In a world on the brink of collapse, Kiehra must learn to master her overwhelming strength and embrace her destiny—but can she do that without letting herself be swallowed up by her own power?
FLEETWAY · 8.4K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 13K Views

Aetheria: Rise Of The Digital Empire

In the year 2099, the world stands on the brink of a technological revolution. Maxwell Harrison Carter, a brilliant yet enigmatic tech prodigy, unveils Aetheria—a boundless virtual world powered by cutting-edge VR technology and neural interface systems. But Aetheria is more than just a game; it’s a new reality, a digital empire where power, wealth, and influence transcend borders. Backed by the mysterious Business Domination System (BDS), Maxwell isn't just playing to win—he’s playing to dominate. With missions guiding his path, rewards fueling his empire, and an unshakable vision driving him forward, he begins building a legacy that blurs the line between reality and the virtual realm. As governments, corporations, and shadowy factions move to seize control of Aetheria, Maxwell must navigate corporate espionage, cyber warfare, and political manipulation. With his loyal team by his side—Adrian, Mia, Isabella, Dr. Lin Mei, and Ethan—he pushes the limits of technology, strategy, and ambition. But power comes with a price, and not everyone wants to see Maxwell succeed. With billions of lives, trillions of dollars, and the future of two worlds hanging in the balance, Maxwell must make ruthless decisions to protect his vision and outmaneuver every rival. The question remains: Can one man truly build an empire that bridges the real and the virtual? Aetheria: Rise of the Digital Empire is an epic tale of ambition, technology, and the relentless pursuit of power in a world where the line between game and reality no longer exists. "This isn't just a game. It's the future. And I will control it." — Maxwell Harrison Carter
Donna_Clifton_2007 · 4.3K Views

The System’s Chosen Architect

Elliot Carter, a down-on-his-luck everyman, is having the worst day of his life. Fired from his job, harassed by his landlord, and deprived of his favorite oat milk, Elliot’s day takes a surreal turn when his phone glitches and reveals a mysterious system interface. He is abruptly named the "Architect of Reality," tasked with rebuilding a crumbling world. With reality’s stability at a precarious 47%, Elliot is thrust into a role he never asked for, armed with a holographic system that allows him to manipulate fundamental aspects of existence—gravity, time, energy, and more. As Elliot navigates this bizarre new responsibility, he discovers that the instability plaguing his world stems from temporal anomalies and energy imbalances, many of which are linked to a mysterious "Unknown Entity" at the heart of the city. With the clock ticking and reality on the brink of collapse, Elliot must learn to wield his newfound powers carefully, balancing the risks of unintended consequences with the urgent need to stabilize the world. From preventing car accidents to tweaking cosmic luck, Elliot begins to make small but impactful changes. However, when he confronts the Unknown Entity—a chaotic vortex of energy that threatens to consume everything—he faces his greatest challenge yet. Forced to make a risky decision, Elliot absorbs the entity into the system, stabilizing reality but unlocking new, unknown dangers. With the first mission complete and reality’s stability at 70%, Elliot gains access to system upgrades, hinting at even greater powers—and greater responsibilities. As he begins to unravel the mysteries of the system and the origins of the Unknown Entity, Elliot realizes that his journey as the Architect of Reality is only just beginning. **Themes:** - The weight of responsibility and the power of choice - The fragility of reality and the consequences of tampering with it - A reluctant hero’s journey from ordinary to extraordinary **Tone:** A mix of sci-fi adventure, existential mystery, and dark humor, with a protagonist who balances skepticism with growing determination. **Potential:** This story sets the stage for a larger narrative about the nature of reality, the origins of the system, and Elliot’s role in a multiverse teetering on the edge of collapse. With each mission, Elliot will face new challenges, uncover deeper truths, and grapple with the moral dilemmas of wielding godlike power.
Tempest_12 · 3.5K Views

Organica-Mechanus: Devil in a shell

Organica-Mechanus: Devil in a shell. Ōganika = mekanasu: Kara o kabutta akuma. オーガニカ=メカナス:殻を被った悪魔。 In the year 2086, the dwindling remnants of humanity, elves, dwarves, and beastkin find themselves locked in a tumultuous conflict against an unknown race codenamed the 'Discarnum,' that has completely ravaged the continents of Arema, Elionios, Dwui and Besettia, leaving only the untouched peninsula of Uretia as the final bastion of hope. Humanity, elves, dwarves, and beastkin find themselves locked in a tumultuous conflict against an unknown force codenamed the 'Discarnum,' that has completely ravaged the continents of Arema, Elionios, Dwui and Besettia, leaving only the untouched peninsula of Uretia as the final bastion of hope behind its thick walls, shields, and advanced defence systems. The Discarnum, devouring everything and anyone they come in contact with, including the land itself, left a desolation in their wake; cities and capitals of melted stone, warped steel, and charred bones now inherit the forbidden lands, where only a thick miasma of death and all that remains are monsters beyond the veil, leaving no room for life to grow. Aware of the impending doom, the greatest minds of all four nations formed the 'Coalition' in 2086, where the four became one and spearheaded the development of a new weapon system. With man's ingenuity, elven knowledge, dwarven craftsmanship, and the beastkin's spirit, they forged suits of living mechanised armour. Born from the labour of near extinction and desperation, the 'Organica-Mechanus' was created, and with it a dark, terrifying secret that had been buried. Governed and wielded only by the strongest and most iron-willed of the four races, weapons of immense power forged ahead, cutting into the darkness, giving the coalition a much-needed foothold in a one-sided war to push back against the Discarnum and gain ground for the first time in ten years.  Three years have passed; there was hope for light to thrive in 2089, but within that hope, shadows of the past would emerge. Beyond the reclaimed zone, a new horror would awaken; in that silence of death and despair, three words would shake the very core of the coalition: "WE ARE COMING..." In the fear of the end, something would be awoken, a sin beyond sins, a monster of monsters, a devil of devils...  "I have become the creator of demons, the destroyer of angels. I pray that one day they can forgive me, for I cannot forgive myself... for I am the one that has cracked the Devil in a Shell and set it free." Yaiku Ui -:Creator of the Organicus Interface. Created by Disanium - Sakusei-sha: Disaniumu - 作成者: ディサニウム
Disanium · 1.2K Views
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