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Yi Xia was living his normal life but one day he comes to know the truth that his mother's death was not an ordinary death and his mother's revenge becomes the purpose of his life. On the other hand, Ji Yang was madly in love with him and he forcibly imprisons him to be with him. Life becomes very difficult for Yi Xia, He has endured a lot of cruelty and pain from his family, from Jiyang, from friends, And these pains and injuries become his weapons.

[Warning: This is pure science fiction. what you read may not conform with reality.] Smacked to death by a black cat, Miles awakened in an unfamiliar world filled with dangerous dimensional beasts, Demons, angels and gods alike. Accompanied by a system that encompasses all physical talents, Miles was given a second chance at life. [Creation-Level Biomass/energy Absorption System Activated] [First Level: Bioenergy and Biomass Absorption] • Active Ability: The host can absorb bioenergy and biomass from dead creatures or genetic materials. This energy enhances the host’s overall physique, including strength, stamina, and durability. Passive Ability: Lvl 1 Cell Manipulation: The host gains basic control over their cellular structure, enabling efficient energy conversion, basic self-healing, and optimization of cellular functions. [Second Level: Bio-tentacles and Energy Storage] • Active Ability: • Bio-tendrils: The host can manifest tendrils during combat to drain biomass and bioenergy from dead or weakened opponents, even during active battles. These tendrils can also be used for mobility, such as grappling or climbing. Passive Ability: Level 2 Cellular Manipulation: The host gains the ability to initiate basic changes to their body structure (e.g., Transforming the hand to sharp blade.) Level 1 Energy Storage: The host develops an energy reservoir to store absorbed bioenergy for later use, enabling faster regeneration and increased stamina. [Third Level: Live Energy Absorption and Advanced Drainage] • Active Ability: • Live biomass absorption: Host can now drain the bioenergy from a living person. Passive Ability: Evolved Tendrils: The tendrils gain extended range and can drain bioenergy from multiple targets simultaneously. Enhancements: Doubled energy storage capacity for prolonged combat. Instant biomass utilization to repair serious injuries or recover from critical conditions. [Fourth Level: Adaptive Biomass Integration] Active Ability: Trait Integration: The host can integrate abilities from absorbed biomass into their body, gaining temporary or permanent adaptations such as: Wings for flight, Genetic memories from genetic materials, Elemental resistances. Passive Ability: Biological Awareness: The host gains the ability to sense bioenergy in the environment, detect nearby living creatures, and identify vulnerabilities in opponents. Enhancements: Energy conversion efficiency reaches near perfection, minimizing wastage. Energy Overdrive: The host can temporarily amplify their abilities to extraordinary levels for intense combat situations. [Fifth Level: Biomass Domination and External Manipulation] Active Ability: Biomass Manipulation: The host can control external biomass, enabling them to: Reanimate corpses as temporary constructs or combat minions. Reshape absorbed biomass into weapons, shields, or other tools during combat. Passive Ability: Cellular Regeneration: The host can regrow entire limbs, organs, and even partially damaged brain tissue. Enhancements: Autonomous Tendrils: The tendrils act semi-independently, attacking or defending without direct command. Bioenergy Shield: The host can generate energy-based barriers for advanced defense. [Sixth Level: Biological Apex and Unlimited Potential] Active Ability: Bioenergy Explosion: The host can release all stored bioenergy in a massive area-of-effect attack, annihilating everything in range. Afterward, the host regenerates automatically but is temporarily weakened. Passive Ability: Hive Physique: The host’s body becomes a colony of semi-autonomous cells, granting: Near-immortality as long as a single cell survives. The ability to spawn smaller bio-creatures for scouting or combat assistance. Enhancements: Unlimited energy storage capacity. All previously temporary traits can now be made permanent. Instant adaptation to any environment, injury, or threat, making the host virtually unstoppable.

Sophia was adopted when she was a kid, a dream come true for orphans. However Her life was anything but happy, her fiance whom she harbored intense love for 10 years cruelly exploited her and used her as a prawn to lure a deranged murderer targeting his lover. It is a horrible thing for your loved one to betray you, especially in a tragic manner. It seemed she was spurred by the complete despair over having nothing and no one to live for. Therefore, she surrendered without a fight. However, after her death. One would not expect a woman like Sophia, someone small as a caterpillar or even a dung beetle to be reborn, But here she is—perhaps she might have saved a kingdom in another life, or maybe God pitied her. She finds herself reincarnated as a timid and obedient wife of a billionaire. Sophia decides she wants revenge that could ruin her fiance and lover's life. And the only way to do that was to get pregnant with her billionaire husband's child! Dexter Black was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family, their marriage was nothing but a benefit for the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride but the moment he laid his eyes on her,he knew she was the one he wanted. Dexter knows that there is something mysterious going on around her. She got a mystifying background. But he doesn't care about who she was in the past and why they keep attacking her. All he can think of is loving her, cherishing her, locking her up so that she will never return to her past. Because he knows that he won't be able to live a moment away from her. Would their marriage be a romantic tale or utter disaster? ~ Except~ "Wait, let me get this straight," she says, her voice rising. "You want me to get pregnant?" Alexander's face remains impassive. "They, yeah." Sophia stares at him, searching for signs of a head injury or a hidden camera crew. Finding neither, she decides this must be his twisted form of play. "You're going crazy," she announces, grabbing her things. "I'm leaving." She's halfway to the door when his words stop her cold. "It's either you get pregnant, or they won't allow you to leave until you are," Alexander says calmly. She pauses to process his words.

At age 23, Liam Sanders had tasted everything life had to throw at him. As an orphan at birth and a victim of the system, he lived his life believing that he was just an ordinary person. His life was filled with misery, but there was one ray of hope in his life- his girlfriend. That lasted until he found her cheating on him in the middle of his apartment with his best friend. Feeling betrayed, Liam sought to end it all by taking his life, and just as planned, he got hit by the truck in the middle of the busy street. It should have been Liam’s end, but for some reason, he survived and woke up three days after in a hospital with no injuries and a whole new set of memories in his mind. And that is how he became the Immortal Warlock in the Modern World. He was oppressed once, and now, it is time for Liam to oppress everyone in the world.

A normal day is suddenly turned on its head when a single voice utters those fateful words into the minds of every single soul on the planet. [Assessment Complete. Activating Mutagen, Please Standby….] It was after those words that every single man, woman and child was granted the opportunity to gain fantastical abilities in the name of evolution. Not even the plants or animals were spared by the words of this mysterious voice. Yet not everyone got what they hoped for. Some developed no powers at all, their bodies not yet ready for the process. Others, were simply too frail to handle it. Mutating into horrific creatures, nightmares made real. Seth Quinn, a slightly below average IT worker, developed a unique ability. The Puppeteers Threads. Will he and those he loves survive in this hellish new world? Will his new ability lead him to a life of greatness he always dreamed of? Could he become a Master of Puppets? ----------------------------------------------------- Hello there, this book came after reading many of the others on here. I found that there were many things I wished they explored or genres that had more entries in them. So instead of waiting for them to be made, I decided to do it myself and free my trapped creativity. I hope you enjoy it. This is currently being written in the free time I have beside a job with a tricky schedule. I am trying to keep to a schedule of doing 4 - 5 chapters a week at minimum but will do more if i can. To make up for it I will try making the chapters between 1200 - 1400 words on average, to give you a little more to read, again sometimes even more. I hope one day I will be able to work on this more and deliver more chapters and future novels. Warnings for graphic descriptions of death and injury. There will be bloodshed. You have been warned.

Follow the captivating journey of Ken Takagi, a high school baseball prodigy whose dreams were shattered by a devastating shoulder injury during a crucial match. After being forced to quit baseball and become a regular office worker, his life turns sour upon seeing his teammates compete on the professional level while he wallows in pain and self-pity. However, fate has other plans for Ken when he's granted a second chance, thrust back into his middle schooler self with a powerful ally—the Major League System. With a newfound opportunity to rewrite his destiny, Ken embarks on a quest to reclaim the glory he once lost. Armed with the Major League System, he navigates the challenges of adolescence, friendship, and the pursuit of greatness. As Ken strives to overcome the mistakes of his past and shape a future he can be proud of, readers are taken on an exhilarating ride through the world of baseball, where dreams are made and broken. Will Ken be able to rise above the setbacks, hone his skills, and fulfill his lifelong dream of becoming a professional baseballer? With the Major League System at his disposal, the journey is fraught with excitement, setbacks, and unexpected twists. This is a tale of resilience, redemption, and the pursuit of excellence—a story that will keep you eagerly turning the pages, yearning to see if Ken can hit a home run in rewriting his own destiny. Get ready for a thrilling exploration of passion, determination, and the unwavering spirit of a young athlete chasing greatness.

Minos Stuart is a regular young nobleman with average abilities and limited prospects for his future. However, just as he was about to embark on his cultivation journey, he suffered a severe injury that left him on the brink of death! Nevertheless, a stroke of luck befalls Minos as a fragment of the soul from an ancient specialist recognizes him, giving him a chance of one in a billion. This opportunity will open up a new and exciting path for Minos, filled with risks and thrilling experiences, as he gathers the strength to keep a promise and pursue his own ambitions! *** Notice: This is a fantasy story and, as such, is not related to any fact of reality. Disclaimer: I don't own the cover; if its original creator wants me to take down or put credit, leave a message in any chapter, and I'll do it as soon as possible. https://discord.gg/4437dvvk9x

Two years ago, alpha baseball star Logan Whitaker left his omega mate, Noah Bennett, to chase his dreams—just as Noah’s world was falling apart. Now, an injury sends Logan back to the small town he abandoned, and to the mate he left behind. But Noah is no longer the soft omega Logan remembers. He’s the head coach of Logan’s new team, the father of a son he never knew he had, and the cold fire in his eyes makes it clear: forgiveness is off the table. Noah has no interest in reopening old wounds. But Logan isn’t the same selfish alpha who left, and he’s determined to win back the family he didn’t know he had. Can two broken hearts find their way back to each other, or will Logan strike out for good?

Just a warning the first few chapters may be worse because I wrote them when I couldn't write well but in my opinion 18+ chapters will be much better than the previous ones, please give it a chance. Bob Reloud was a strange kid—psychopathic, autistic, and introverted. On the surface, he didn't fit the typical image of a psychopath, but when he got angry, he became something else entirely: a bloodthirsty predator, driven purely by instinct. The first sign of his violent nature emerged in kindergarten when he was just five. A classmate destroyed his favourite toy car, a cherished gift from his grandfather. Enraged, Bob's face turned red, and foam gathered at the corners of his mouth. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, he gouged the boy's eye, causing severe injuries that left the child hospitalized for a week. His parents, horrified, took him to a psychiatrist who reviewed footage of the incident. But when the psychiatrist met Bob, he found a calm, seemingly ordinary autistic boy. After weekly sessions revealed nothing abnormal beyond his autism, the psychiatrist concluded that it was an isolated incident—a strange, unexplainable outburst. However, Bob's parents remained cautious, assigning him a special tutor and treating him with apprehension, afraid to provoke another violent episode. One evening, his father came home drunk, as he often did, and began his habit of throwing insults at Bob's mother. Bob had grown accustomed to these rants. Afterward, his father sat down to watch football. Bob, fiddling with a stolen phone, accidentally blasted music at full volume. Bob’s dad started beating him, and his mom tried to calm him down, but it was too late. Bob became extremely angry, went into his psycho mode, and murdered his parents. Officer Danzel responded to the call. Breaking down the door, he was met with a chilling scene: a boy covered in dried blood, sitting calmly on the couch, the decomposing corpses of his parents beside him. "Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Danzel barked, his hand on his gun. Bob raised his hands. Danzel covered up the murders, taking Bob under his wing. Over the years, he moulded Bob into a spy and assassin—a tool for his purposes. Bob excelled at killing, but he despised espionage, finding it tedious. Worse still, Danzel kept him trapped, threatening to expose his past if he ever tried to leave. Eventually, Bob devised a plan to free himself. Over months, he deliberately botched missions, creating enough trouble to provoke Danzel's wrath. Finally, Danzel snapped. Now, Bob stood on the subway platform, a grin on his face and a backpack on his shoulders. For the first time, he felt free. Boarding the train, Bob heard the powerful voice of the demon. The apocalypse was about to begin, and his story could finally unfold.

Eric Crown rushed into the hospital, carrying the injured woman mindful of the fact that she is heavily pregnant. He left his assistant Andrew behind, who was trying to catch up with him. Andrew had tried to carry the woman from Eric but he refused to allow him or even allowed his driver touch her. ""Somebody help me" Eric immediately alarmed the hospital nurse at the reception immediately he entered with the injured woman. The emergency staff and nurses ran to him immediately seeing the injured woman in Eric's arms. Doctor what can be done for her Eric asked she is so seriously injured. We have to get the baby out of her first, the doctor replied assessing her injuries. We will try to save her life, I hope the baby is still alive the doctor added. What! Eric exclaimed shock. Take her to the operating theatre the doctor instructedthe emergency personnel there. The nurses and emergency staff put her on a hospital stretcher, and started wheeling her to the operation theatre. A nurse came with some papers for Eric to sign, he didn't even look at them he just signed. Dr. Robert, the medical director of the hospital was already informed of Eric's coiming. He just got to Eric at this time and asked who the woman involved in the accident was? Eric, still in shock with blood all over his shirt and trousers turned to Dr. Robert puzzled. What does that have to do with anything ? Dr. Robert was surprised by Eric's answer. Mr. Crown, I wanted to know if she was a family member he explained. No, I don't know her. She was hit by my car and we just rushed her here. Dr. Robert has known Eric for a long time, well known for his compassion and charity work but he never get emotionally involved. From the look on Eric's face, Dr. Robert felt there can only be one explanation then asked "were you driving" ? No, my driver was Eric answered. I see, you don't need to wait. Be rest assured we will take good care of her, it's just that from what I have seen she is in a critical condition. How critical Eric asked Dr. Robert. She might not survive Dr.Robert answered heavily, we were all quiet until a nurse came and told Dr. Robert they were ready for him at the operating theatre, he left with the nurse. She can't die, she cannot die Eric told himself. He felt this strong sense of attachment to her. Why is he feeling like this? As if, as if we have met before he thought. Sir, sir. sir? Andrew called out, touching Eric's shoulder lightly. Eric don't know how long he stood there but he suddenly realized Andrew was calling out to him. Sir, you need to change, there is a rest room over there Andrew said holding a change of clothes for him and pointing toward the restroom. Eric just continued to sit there, dazed! The incident playing over and over again in his mind. How come she was on the road at this time of the night? He wondered. She is heavily pregnant, why would any man allow his wife to move around at this time of the night?, and she was alone. Come to think about it, Eric didn't notice any wedding ring on her he thought, probably he didn't look properly. Mr. Crown, a nurse called out . Eric Crown looked up at her wondering when he sat down. Andrew immediately asked her what she wanted We need to know her name for our records she said We don't know Andrew answered.. But... It's an emergency, we had to rush her here, she was already unconscious Andrew explained. Then Dr. Robert suddenly came out of the Operating theatre, pulling off his face mask. We stood up as he walked toward us, eager for news . You have a baby girl Dr. Robert said smiling Me ? Eric asked surprised!

At first glance, this seems to be a story about a basketball player striving for the pinnacle of his career and invincibility. However, in reality, Ming You seeks victory not through traditional training and skill development, but through strategies, intrigues, injuries, violence, and murder. Ming You is willing to employ any means necessary to achieve his goal — becoming invincible and a talent in his field, namely basketball. In addition to the brutality required to secure victories, Ming You must contend not only with basketball teams but also with managers seeking maximum profit, as well as investigators and detectives, since murders cannot simply be ignored as Ming You would prefer.

On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix. While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home. To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this! The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen. ‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’ In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally. “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a twin brother?” “No?” “By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?” “No.” “Then, who the hell are you?’ “Your brother.” “Wait, what?” “Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.” First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?

For those of you who wish to see him start in the professional stage could directly jump onto the volume II. Takahashi Hiro after committing suicide gets reincarnated into his younger self. A genius footballer from a young age, he loses all his footballing talent after a horrendous injury. But despite that he perseveres through the odds and overcomes his tragedy. Finally when he could make his dream come true after getting scouted by a professional team, he faces yet another trouble. Having lost his final hope of making alive, he takes his life by committing suicide. But to his surprise, instead of dying he wakes up in his younger body. Having returned back to time, he again dreams of being the greatest footballer. This time with the help of the system which allows him to copy talent of any footballer, will he make it as a pro? Will he be the G.O.A.T? Notes: Characters in this story are fictional, The story might progress slowly, A huge emphasis has been paid to emotion of the characters, The story will not focus solely on football and system and it will focus equally on the lifestyle of the protagonist and the people closer to him.

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

In a world ravaged by a catastrophic event 39 years ago, humanity's remnants have clustered into fortified cities and bustling markets behind towering walls, using a mysterious power known as "Force" to fend off deadly creatures that emerged from the chaos. Among these survivors is a boy, a resident of a city hidden behind these walls. This boy lives a relatively peaceful life with his best friend until an unknown incident engulfs his city in flames, leaving it in ruins. The boy's best friend perishes in the catastrophe, and he himself suffers grievous injuries, seemingly fatal. Miraculously, despite being burned, crushed, and losing copious amounts of blood, the boy clings to life through sheer willpower and perhaps a deeper connection to the Force than he ever realized. Driven by a burning desire for revenge and answers, he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth behind the destruction of his city and the forces at play. As he journeys through the dangerous lands outside the walls, he encounters allies and enemies, each with their own stories of survival and loss. The boy's life transforms as he learns to harness the true potential of the Force, facing trials that test his resolve and uncovering secrets that challenge his understanding of the world and the catastrophe that changed it forever. His path of vengeance becomes one of discovery, leading him to confront the creatures and shadowy figures responsible for the devastation, and ultimately, to redefine his purpose in a world on the brink of another upheaval.

Starting off as an innocent guy, the young man finds himself to be transmigrated into a body of a Viscount, a sickly old Viscount!! Scared and afraid of death, he reveals his true human nature, and begins to fulfill his carnal desires. Curing himself of his injuries, he becomes a new man, transforms into a young body, he still doesn't stop, and begins to put his hungry eyes on the corrupt Royal Bloodline.!! *It is a slow paced story, and there is world building.(writing for first time, there are some minor mistakes.) [Good Part Starts From Chapter 60 (you can skip the previous chapters)] ... [Mc takes consent from Woman not their husband] [Mc doesn't want to NTR every guy. He only makes their wife cheat for sex.] [Netori, Cheating, Blackmail] [World has superpowers, demon beasts, and demons]

One sunny day, Shen Jingwei, a Z-list actor, received an opportunity to attend an open-call audition the very next day. It was for the role of an antagonist in a new BL C-Drama, "Dance Of The Dragons", which was adapted from a novel of the same title. He agreed to join the audition due to several factors, among which his manager's threat to jump off the 20th floor, his dire need for money, and also the fact that his rank in the film industry could not go any lower. One look at the panel of judges made him want to turn on his heel to leave, but it was all too late. Because who would expect the poor Z-List actor to meet his mortal enemy/ex-boyfriend, Yan Renzhong, the A-List Actor responsible for his decline long before he even learned how to fly? ------------------ "You and I... are playing a couple of lovers, who will go on to get married and have children with each other." Shen Jingwei could sense blood coming up his throat. What was the point of saying it out loud, again? "Yes," he forced himself to agree nonetheless. Yan Renzhong pinned him with a stare. "We have unresolved issues from the past. I hope you won't let them affect your and my performance in the drama. Act the professional you are supposed to be." "..." "And don't call me 'Emperor Yan' anymore." Yan Renzhong left after delivering one blow after another, not even waiting to see if Shen Jingwei succumbed to his injuries or not. What? Whattt? Whattttttttt?

He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

In a small town where football reigns supreme, a young man named Alex faces the harsh reality of his dashed dreams after a career-ending injury. Struggling with feelings of inadequacy and longing for the life he once envisioned, he stumbles upon a mysterious system that grants him the ability to travel back in time. With newfound hope, Alex embarks on a journey to relive pivotal moments in his life, making different choices that could alter his destiny. As he navigates through the past, Alex encounters his younger self, friends, and family, each interaction forcing him to confront the consequences of his previous decisions. Along the way, he learns valuable lessons about resilience, the importance of relationships, and the true meaning of success. However, as he manipulates time, he realizes that every change comes with its own set of challenges and unforeseen repercussions. Ultimately, Alex must decide whether to pursue his dreams of football or embrace a new path that leads him to a deeper understanding of himself and what it means to truly succeed. In a gripping tale of redemption and self-discovery, the novel explores the complexities of ambition, the weight of choices, and the power of second chances.

"I, who was once the King of the Seven Kingdoms, hailed as the strongest of all men, now find myself trapped in the body of a loser—and, to add insult to injury, a rapist. The fact that I can't just buff up this pathetic body with a bit of exercise and become strong again is another cruel twist of fate. Why, you ask? Because I can't use the very magic that people in this world rely on. Tsk, how on earth am I supposed to regain my former glory now? Guess I'll have to get creative with this 'loser' body of mine."

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

The forest was quiet, and everything was still. The gentle northern wind sweeping through the trees and dried leaves brought nothing but a sense of foreboding and despair as Raphael crawled into his cave and huddled against the dirt stained walls. Stifling the moan of anguish that escaped his mouth, he pressed hard on the cut below his ribs. The blood stopped flowing briefly, as he dug some sticky clay from underneath the roots of the oak tree and applied it to his injury. It stopped the blood flow instantly. He was aware of the giant slash across his back, but he was too exhausted to attend to it. 'Later' he thought to himself, leaning back as he shut his eyes. He was lucky to have escaped with his life. "They will pay for this. I will get my revenge soon enough," he muttered to himself as the owl perched on the branch of the oak tree above hooted ominously. He had become his neighbour for the past few weeks, his hooting always reminding him that he may not be the only living thing in the forest. Other days, the silence was impregnable, the eerie quiet sending chills down his spine. As he slowly started to slip into unconsciousness, he heard a dull thud on the dirt outside the cave, too faint for a normal person to hear. But Raphael was no ordinary person. Crouching behind the roots of the tree, he waited patiently as the sniffing began. He made a silent prayer, to no one in particular as he saw the red eyes right outside his cave. They locked eyes with each other, and the enormous wolf bared his canines at him, before howling into the night. All around the forest, several other howls answered, as the earth began to tremble under the numerous paws thundering above it. 'Here we go again,' he thought to himself.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

In a bustling neighborhood in Lagos, two childhood friends, Alex and Femi, share a passion for football that transcends their humble beginnings. Growing up in a system that often overlooks talent, they dream of making it to the England Premier League. Their journey begins at a local academy, where they face intense training and competition. As they navigate the challenges of the academy, their friendship deepens. They support each other through setbacks, like injuries and personal struggles, showcasing the importance of camaraderie. Femi, who comes from a family of footballers, grapples with the pressure to live up to expectations, while Alex, who has a strained relationship with his family, finds solace in Femi's unwavering support. The novel explores the theme of second chances when a renowned scout visits their academy. Both friends see this as their opportunity to prove themselves. However, when Femi faces a serious injury, Alex must choose between pursuing his dream alone or staying by his friend's side. This pivotal moment tests their bond and highlights the essence of friendship and loyalty. Through trials and triumphs, Alex learns about sacrifice, resilience, and the true meaning of family—both biological and chosen. As they work together to overcome obstacles, they realize that success is not just about reaching the Premier League but also about the journey they share and the lives they touch along the way.

In the heart of Japan, Kazemachi Sota was a high school football legend, the fastest and most skilled quarterback the Nishikawa Hawks had ever seen. But a devastating injury shattered his dreams, leaving him to navigate a new life of uncertainty. Labeled "the bird with clipped wings," Kazemachi struggles to find his place in a world without the sport that defines him. Just as hope seems lost, an unexpected invitation from a spirited girl named Aiko reignites his passion. She invites him to join the school’s flag football team, a game of strategy and speed, offering him a chance to redefine himself. Will Kazemachi find a new way to soar, or will the shadows of his past keep him grounded forever? This is a journey of self-discovery and triumph against all odds.

Before I begin a lengthy synopsis, let me stop you here. All characters in this story are purely fictional and any resemblance whether of name or description is purely coincidental. All of it is a creation of my sick imagination. ~~ Five times a day... A lot can be done five times a day... For some, a hobby... For some, work... For some, love... But for me, five times a day holds an entirely different meaning. Why? "Your son has a condition called Hyperspermia. He needs to ejaculate to relieve its conditions." That's why!!! ~~~ Hello, everyone. I'm Ero_writer_69. I had to abandon my first work due to a motorcycle injury which left me with no choice but to stop writing. But, while you lay in a bed for almost four months, a lot of new ideas come to mind. This is one of those ideas and I hope you guys like it as well. I still have trouble writing from my left hand so I might not be able to keep this novel up regularly but I will sure as hell do my best. Enough about this... Read up! .... .... Oh, and I'm not telling you what to expect. Just know that I hate NTR with my life and there won't be any of it in it. Other than that, read it to find out what's in it. As for art, I haven't really created a discord yet. I have commissioned a creator for some but I won't be able to provide them before 50-70 chapter, so don't ask. Or ask... for all I care.

After enduring the crushing betrayal of his closest companions and suffering life-altering injuries in a tragic accident, Jason's journey takes an unexpected turn as he finds himself at death's door. However, instead of facing oblivion, he awakens in the midst of a webnovel he once read, cast in the role of an inconsequential minor villain character and married? [Please read] [Give it a shot] [Credits to owner for the cover picture]

At age 23, Liam Sanders had tasted everything life had to throw at him. As an orphan at birth and a victim of the system, he lived his life believing that he was just an ordinary person. His life was filled with misery, but there was one ray of hope in his life- his girlfriend. That lasted until he found her cheating on him in the middle of his apartment with his best friend. Feeling betrayed, Liam sought to end it all by taking his life, and just as planned, he got hit by the truck in the middle of the busy street. It should have been Liam’s end, but for some reason, he survived and woke up three days after in a hospital with no injuries and a whole new set of memories in his mind. And that is how he became the Immortal Warlock in the Modern World. He was oppressed once, and now, it is time for Liam to oppress everyone in the world.

Kat grumbled a little before reluctantly quieting down, allowing Lucian speak. He continued, his eyes locking onto hers. "The second thing the mark does is tie your fate to the Kelpie's. I injured it badly. stabbed it in the back and it's neck. If it dies because of those wounds, you will die too." She felt a cold shock wash over her. "What? That's insane! Why would I die if it dies?" "The mark it put on you," Lucian explained, his hands never stopping their motion with the pen. "As the Kelpie suffers, so will you. It's dying now, and if it succumbs to its injuries, you'll follow soon after." "Wow, Katherine, way to go. You really outdid yourself," Kat muttered to herself, taking a deep breath. "Seeing a wet horse despite the dry weather wasn't enough for you to think something was wrong." "You saw it wet?" Lucian asked, his eyebrows frowning slightly. "Huh?... Yeah, is something wrong with that?" Kat asked, wondering why the horse being wet was more important to him at the moment than her dying. Lucian didn't say anything but just stared at the girl in front of him. 'There is something more to her, I just can't tell what it is' he thought. To further confirm his suspicion, he moved closer to Kat, closing the distance between them. He reached for the shoulder of her dress and pulled it down. The sudden action startled Kat. She exclaimed, "What do you think you are doing, pervert? Get away from me!" She tried hitting him, but she barely had the strength to sit up, let alone push him away. Lucain paused, staring at her bare shoulder. Kat followed his gaze and gasped. "What is that?" she asked, her voice trembling. On her shoulder was a strange mark, like a tattoo of a hoof print with foreign writing within it. Lucain hummed thoughtfully, his expression still impassive. 'As I thought, she shouldn't be able to see it, but she can. That's unusual for a human.' Kat frantically tried to wipe the mark off. "Why won't it come off?" "That's the Kelpie's mark," He pointed out, his tone remained indifferent. Panic surged through Kat. She hadn't just narrowly escaped death; it was now chasing her, bound to her by an invisible tether. "Is there any way to break the bond...mark whatever it is? I don't want to die," she asked desperately, her eyes searching Lucian's for any sign of hope. Lucian's expression stayed the same. "I don't intend to let you die so soon," he said. "We can replace the Kelpie's bond with another bond." Kat clung to this glimmer of hope. "How do we do that?" she asked, leaning forward, eager for a solution. "It requires a new bond, a stronger one that can override the Kelpie's," Lucian explained, his demeanor calm and composed. Before she could ask what he meant, Lucian reached out and gently pecked her on the forehead. Kat froze, completely caught off guard by the unexpected action. The brief contact sent a jolt through her, and she barely had time to react before he pulled her into a gentle embrace, careful not to hurt her already pained body. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden shift from their conversation to this intimate moment. The warmth of his embrace contrasted sharply with the cold fear that had gripped her moments before. She caught the scent of rosewood and felt his firm body against hers, making her heart skip a beat. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice shaky. Kat's heart pounded in her chest. She felt Lucian's face bury itself in the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin. His grip on her waist tightened slightly. She winced as she felt a sharp pain. Lucian's fangs sank into her neck, causing her to gasp and grip his shoulder, her fingers digging into his shoulder.... **** disclaimer: cover not mine.