Feet Worship

The countdown hit zero. The servers of the legendary MMORPG, Yggdrasil Nova, were supposed to shut down forever. For Ravi, a player who had poured a decade of his life into becoming the game's sole omnipotent being, it was a bittersweet farewell. But the logout never came. Instead of being booted, Ravi found himself fused with his avatar, Kaelus, the Silent Sovereign. He was trapped. But he wasn't alone. His custom-created NPCs, monstrously powerful beings designed to be the ultimate guardians of his fortress, were no longer bound by code. They were alive. And they viewed him not as their master, but as their one and only God. Now, in a world that is both familiar and terrifyingly real, Kaelus must navigate the worship of his fanatically loyal servants, the politics of fledgling kingdoms that see him as a demon or a savior, and the terrifying mystery of why he's trapped. He is a being of absolute power in a world of mortals. He is not a hero. He is not a villain. He is a force of nature, and the world is about to feel his presence. When mortals pray and gods are silent, what happens when a new god answers the call?

In a world where beast tamers dominate society through strength and spirit bonds, a cautious and unassuming young man named Rei Valen lives in the bustling city of Orenth. Laughed at as a "failed tamer" due to his seemingly weak bond beasts—a lazy furball, a singing frog, and a cowardly squirrel—Rei hides a terrifying secret: Each of his beasts is a legendary-class creature in disguise, capable of wiping out armies. But Rei doesn’t want fame. Instead, he wants a peaceful life, build a trading guild, grow a potion brand, and quietly create an empire… all while avoiding battles and staying under the radar. However, fate won’t leave him alone, as absurd situations and underestimated challenges keep forcing him to act.

The disciple of the Medical Saint acquired the strongest poison, Plague Source. There are no diseases that cannot be cured, no person who cannot be killed by poison. Those who worship me may attain immortality, those who defy me will wish for death over living.

"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…" "Heh, don't you like it rough?" ... Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand… On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave.

His tendons severed in his hands and feet, he fused with the memories of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong, in a moment of utter despair. From then on, he defied the heavens and rose powerfully, unstoppable once he began.

This is a legend of a young hero rising against the heavens, trampling on deities, fighting against the masses, exterminating demons, annihilating gods, and fighting all the way to be the unparalleled Sword Emperor! "This world is destined to tremble under my feet!"

Ah, Noxvara… a paradise plucked from the fever-dream of a dying girl, stitched together with golden threads and perfumed lies. You see, this island is no blessing. It is the last, desperate wish of a young girl who refused to die in sorrow— so she gave birth to a world where pain was banished, and reality itself became her plaything. And what a world she made! Beauty so cloying it stifles, gardens so sweet they rot on the tongue, a sky painted gold to blind the eye and silence the soul. Its people—ha!—glorious, laughing puppets, all hollow smiles and empty hearts, more concerned with their own little dreams than the truth festering beneath their feet. They worship joy, they shun pain, and in doing so, they have become monsters. There is nothing so grotesque as a happiness built atop oblivion. Over them all reigns Noxvara, the “Origin,” herself, a ruler who smothers sorrow with kisses and sews wounds shut with silk. She is both jailer and beloved, the mother who would rather see her children die in bliss than ever taste the poison of truth. But even illusions decay. Into this sugar-laced hell arrives a “Savior”—a lamb bred from hope, sent by Noxvara herself to preserve the dream from the creeping rot. Ah, but what is she truly saving? A world that devours its own memories, a people who would rather forget than awaken? Beneath every song lies silence. Behind every smile, a shadow. The greatest curse of Noxvara is not that it is dying, but that it deserves to die. So… will you save this paradise, little Savior? Or will you do the merciful thing, and tear it apart at the seams?

"You think you have me cornered?! What does it equate to if the ground beneath your feet isn't even yours!" The maddening cackle of a psychopath echoed, the sky itself turning into pure darkness. The sun snuffed out like a candle as a dark and eerie grin replaced it. Pitch white stars for eyes, a hazy devilish grin that covered the entire firmament as the world was drowned into a hell scape in a second. As for the cause, he remained unfazed by it all, to him nothing more than a game as he lay waste to dimensions and realities alike. -------------------------------------------- I would be lying saying that I cared...

When Rian stepped into the house, the silence was louder than any scream. Darian stood still, a blade in hand, and at their feet—what once was family, now severed limbs. No words left his lips. Only tears welled up, trembling in his gaze. And Darian, with a voice like a fading prayer, said: “All of this… was for you.”

At the center of the world lies a hole that swallows everything, light, sound, even memory. Most pretend it doesn’t exist. Some worship it. Others go mad just standing near its edge. On the night of his twelfth birthday, a boy hears the Hole speak his name, a name no one else remembers. Marked as a Proxy, he begins a descent into a world where truths are power, but knowing them costs everything. As he uncovers forgotten histories, walks through vanished cities, and faces beings that should not exist, one question haunts him: What happens to a person when even their name is erased? Step carefully. Some truths were forgotten for a reason.

“Forgive me, Emerald. I have wronged you. Please... come back to me and be my Luna again.” I sneered. Luna? Pfft. He couldn't be compared to an omega in my pack. Why would I be with him again? --- Betrayed by her mate. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit. Cast out to die. Forced to walk away, Emerald Lycanis returns—not as a Luna, but as an Alpha. And when three powerful Alphas arrive at her coronation, each claiming her as their mate, the werewolf world is thrown into chaos. But the biggest shock? The Rogue King steps forward—her true mate, the one promised to her long ago. These men aren’t just drawn to her strength; they crave her, challenge her, and awaken something primal within her. With enemies closing in and an old obsession refusing to let go, Emerald must choose and fight. They want her power. They want her heart. She takes them all. Because an Alpha Queen bows to no one—but her kings will bow to her.

It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all.

[The light intensity inside the room is below 3, currently in darkness. A Level 1 anomaly will appear in 8 minutes and 45 seconds.] “…” Xu Le instinctively pulled his feet back. [You are feeling fear. Fear is the food of all anomalies and will attract them.] Xu Le: ? Can’t even pull my feet back? In a slightly panicked state, Xu Le quickly started a fire. Light surged forth. [The light intensity inside the room is now 4, currently bright and safe.] Xu Le had just breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that this was only the beginning. The twisting flames formed new words! [There is a corpse inside the house. Time of death is over 4 hours. The corpse will turn into a Level 1 anomaly in 10 minutes.] [The house is in a dilapidated state. A Level 1 anomaly will appear at midnight, in 14 minutes and 56 seconds.] [Countdown to the Red Moon Calamity: 2 days, 0 hours, 14 minutes, 56 seconds.] Damn it! Son of a…! [You are feeling anger. Anger is bait for all savage types and will attract them.] Xu Le: ? Believe me! I’m not angry! Really! … In the dark steam era, forbidden fruits and decaying occult practices lay hidden. When night falls, darkness comes with it. When you walk in darkness, they will appear with it. You cannot escape the darkness. So, all you can do is wait for the light! “Stellar voyages, space-time travel, mechanical technology—the goal is the vast and unknown sea of stars!”

[A DARK FANTASY WEREWOLF NOVEL.] After being casted out of her pack for being a wolfless runt and refusing to be the sex slave for the Alpha of her pack, Odette finds herself strayed in the forbidden forest, all alone and in danger, ready to face her death. Until a seven-feet tall man wearing a skull wolf mask suddenly appears in front of her, and sweeps her by her feet. He imprisons her in a mysterious place called the Kingdom of Hollow Beasts in the far north. As the Alpha King of the kingdom, he showers her with lavish gifts and gentlest care, but forbids her to leave. Facing the strange behavior, Odette questions the Masked Alpha’s intention, only for him to stare at her with glowing red eyes, saying; “You can have anything you asked for, except for freedom. You shall never leave me. Not for the hundredth time.” * Join Odette as she uncovers the secret of the Masked Alpha and their past, watch her awaken her unique power as Moon Goddess’ favorite and restore the Masked Alpha’s hollow heart. - This is a Werewolf novel, as the Masked King is an Alpha who rules over all beastmen species. Weak-to-strong, amnesiac female lead x doting Alpha male lead with traumatic past. - Official Commissioned art by @Durudara Follow me on Instagram: @ForeverPupa Other book: Beast King's Crippled Mate [Completed.]

When nineteen-year-old Kael's parents are obliterated by a bolt of divine lightning, it isn't just tragedy—it’s a declaration of war. Born to a Hindu mother and a Norse-believing father, Kael was raised to question gods, not worship them. But in a world where forgotten pantheons still rule from the shadows, questioning is blasphemy—and blasphemy has a price. With his home reduced to ash and the heavens calling for his blood, Kael is forced into exile. In this genre-defying epic of rebellion, madness, and myth, Runaway: The Godslayer's Odyssey is a fierce and electrifying saga where one runaway becomes the gods' most terrifying nightmare—and the world's last hope for freedom.

Living in a hustle and bustle, as an investigative journalist, Hao Jing worked for international media for about 15 years. He's been investigating many people in government. One fateful day, he got a task to investigate the ruins of Hutteran. The place he is most curious about. Some have rumored that the place is a group of worshipers of mystical creatures. They wanted to communicate with dead souls and asked for help to conduct the task they requested through the supernatural realm. The ritual requires specific preparations, including creating an array and placing five items related to the human soul, then reciting spells to the six lords of heaven and earth. Hao Jing, who was investigating the ruin, experienced something strange when he entered one of the caves; he fainted. When he felt he could breathe and opened his eyes, he was in an odd group of worshipers as a 15-year-old boy named Malt from the Notiz family, and he began his new life.

Saito Ken was made to be perfect — emotionless, flawless, untouchable. But when he steps into the hidden town of Ningenai, where pain has faces and flaws are worn like badges… ...his mask begins to crack. In a world where perfection is worshipped, what happens when one boy dares to feel?

He was just an ordinary man from modern era. Yet he was also a feared deity worshipped in divine era. In this time where gods walked with mortals, he will survive and thrive. He is no longer a man. He is Hades, the God of the Dead and King of Underworld.

Ereshgal was born under omens—marked by the gods, worshipped by mortals, destined to rule. But even a crowned godling fears death. Desperate to escape his fate, he defies the divine and drinks from a power older than the heavens themselves—crimson, cursed, eternal. Now immortal, he walks through centuries haunted by blood, betrayal, and the price of what he’s become. This is the story of the first vampire. Of the king who chose damnation over death. And of the world that will burn because of him.

If being a failure could be a human being, then it would be Arthur Langford. Scarred by fire, abandoned at birth, and scorned by society, Arthur grew up invisible. His wife called him infertile. His mother-in-law called him ugly. His entire life, he was treated as less than nothing. Until the night he had the dream. Every woman will fall at your feet as all male on earth will be wiped away during a zombie apocalypse. To ensure you are still alive, stock supplies, build barricades, get some medical supplies. In the next three days, humanity will be at your feet Arthur didn’t know if to believe the system so, while everyone went by their day, he vanished from the city, holed up in his grandmother’s old cottage, and prepared. Food, weapons, water, medicine, ammos, weapons, fuel — everything a survivor would need for the end of days. And when midnight came, the world ended. And Arthur? His heart didn’t stop. His blood didn’t rot. He lived. Just as the dream had warned. But survival was only the beginning. A golden screen flashed before his eyes: [System Syncing…] [Fusion Complete: Solo-Leveling x Infinity Wealth System Activated] You are now the sole Male Unit: World Authority Transferred. In that moment, Arthur's soul fused with the system — granting him access to a limitless source of power, upgrades, currency, and control. He could now level up through conquest, leadership, loyalty… and lust. The more women desired him, the more Life Points he earned. And with those Life Points, he could buy anything — strength, influence, immortality, cities, armies. The man once mocked for being useless… Is now the only man on Earth — and the most sought after among women They treated him like dirt. Now, they’ll kneel at his feet. Let the new world begin.

There were four high school students who was chatting in school but then a weird glowing drawing circle form underneath their feet then a second later they disappear unknowing the darkness lies before them

‘Opposites attract’—no, they don’t. Opposites hate each other. Opposites want to kill each other. Even if there’s a teensy bit of attraction between them. As righteous and pure-hearted as Villiem Reinhardt is, he can’t stop himself from having repulsive thoughts towards the person he’s meant to worship, Emperor Carlyle Azazel. Carlyle is everything Villiem preaches against. Villiem is the most irritating person in existence to Carlyle. There’s a gray area between good and bad, white and black, hate and love. It’s a matter of time before opposites find themselves trapped in that middle ground with no way to escape. Actually, it’s only a matter of time before opposites walk into that middle ground and choose to remain there. #violence #hatelove #toxic #angst

When an ordinary college trip leads Kartik to an ancient cave, he discovers a truth that should have stayed buried: a single, burning eye awakens on his chest—marking him as chosen by forgotten powers of Shiva himself. Whispers of dark villages that worship Asuras. Secret warriors who command divine spirit beasts, storms, and time itself. And an ancient war reigniting in the shadows of the modern world. Guided by descendants of a secret clan who worshiped shiva in the hidden village of Trinetra, Kartik is thrown into a world of deadly rituals, possessed people, and enemies who can raise the dead and command undead beasts. His only hope? To unlock the power of the divine eye before darkness claims everything he loves. Will Kartik survive the awakening… or become a sacrifice to powers older than earth itself? Myth, mystery, and dark fantasy collide in this Indian mythology-inspired tale. Fans of action, secret clans, and ancient curses—welcome to the war.

A world is rotten, and whatever future is there for it, no one knows how to achieve it. The story starts in the Imperium of Mankind, Qundunu. The empire is on its last feet and is barely standing back against the tide of countless enemies. At the same time, well, a champion decides that life isn't for him anymore, and heads north. Though that peace barely stays for long, as he's forced to act again. Soon... There might actually be someone who could save this empire. [At least one or two chapters per week.]

Why are you resisting will you rather risk your life than take my hands he yelled frustration clearly written on him face, oh please stop acting like you care she replied struggling to get up on her own, seeing that she's a lost cause he swept her off her feet carried her in his hands straight to the car, ignoring her continuous yelling.

Mystery is the nourishment that keeps me from being ordinary. It has been 20 years since he came to a world similar to the modern European background. With his early wisdom, Fei Lin learned a skill and finally became a decent person. Originally he thought that he would marry a wife and have children and live this life in a dull way, but found that there is another world under the shadow of the world. In that world, there are occultists who practice esoteric techniques and master extraordinary powers. It is weird to spy on humans in the dark and feed on humans. There are evil believers who worship the evil, please the evil through bloody sacrifices, and exchange power from the evil god. There is an evil existence who wanders outside the world, peeps at the world, and only infiltrates the power of scales and claws, which is enough to cause people to fall. With the mystery as nourishment, he is no longer ordinary after 20 years of ordinary.

A hundred years ago, the sun’s flames crept hotter and brighter until daylight became a furnace—mankind retreated into the night, and the world was claimed by shadow. In the silence of moonlit streets, water became worship, and three mighty prophets—Children of the Sun, Moon, and Stars—rose from ash to rule with fire-forged faith. No one knows if the Scorch was divine wrath or a cosmic accident, but for a century the faithful have burned heretics, torn nations apart, and lived by ritual “Purification” to prove their worth. Now, sixteen-year-old Ádin survives in a hidden bunker, trading scraps for scraps and precious drops of water. Marked by secret scars that only glow under his skin he lives with Fletcher, his mute golden retriever, and clings to the cryptic lullaby his grandmother left him. Out in the ruins roams Salvator Morgan, a man whose ageless eyes have seen the fall of empires and who whispers rumors of a “true child of prophecy.” When Ádin discovers the first fragment of a hidden map— he realizes he may hold the key to a long-lost salvation. But every step toward the truth draws the attention of the Children of the Stars, a fanatical cult whose young prophet will stop at nothing to claim destiny for himself. As the moon circles high and the ashes swirl, Ádin must decide: cling to everything he’s known, or embrace a perilous path that could either resurrect humanity… or consume him in the flames of betrayal. In a world where water is worship and every lie is branded in blood, survival means choosing whom to trust—and what you’re willing to burn.

After losing both of her parents in a tragic car accident, Karla Smith, a determined young Australian woman, leaves everything behind and moves to New York City, the place where her late mother was born and raised. Armed with ambition and heartbreak, Karla sets out to rebuild her life and pursue her dreams of working in digital marketing. Landing an internship at one of the biggest and most prestigious marketing firms in NYC, Karla finds herself in a world of power suits, ruthless deadlines, and billion-dollar campaigns. At the helm of it all is Dominic Vale, a strikingly handsome, wildly successful CEO who seems to have the world at his feet. Admired, envied, and borderline worshipped, Dominic is used to getting what he wants... except for Karla. To Karla, Dominic is just another arrogant boss, until sparks begin to fly. But with her focus set on survival, juggling long work hours, university tuition and rent, she has no time for distractions, especially not from a man like him. Tension rises and lines blur between ambition and attraction. Karla must decide what she's willing to risk for her dreams and for a love she never saw coming.