Wayward Hazy Mid

**Mature Content Warning** This novel contains morally bankrupt decisions, unapologetically villainous behavior, corporate warfare, system abuse, woman-stealing, protagonist-trampling, psychological manipulation, and occasional spicy entanglements—some consensual, others complicated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world eerily similar to Earth—only where megacorporations rule entire cities and states like feudal lords—Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a soft bed beside a plump beauty. Reincarnated into the body of a rich, arrogant CEO in the gleaming city of Autumnvale, Vincent soon discovers he’s not just any rich patriarch—he’s a “villain father”, the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, Lucas, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. But fate doesn’t know what it’s dealing with. Because Vincent isn't here to follow the script—he’s here to rewrite it. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, Vincent earns Villain Points for every time he defies the story’s “fated path”: Let the "hidden young master" stay hidden? +300 Villain points Humiliate the trash protagonist who awakened a divine bloodline? +500 VP ‘Educating’ his own useless son? +100 Luck Points! Giving female lead a ‘taste’ of reality? +1000VP +200LP Skills, poisons, underhanded deals, reputation-crushing press leaks—he can buy it all from the system, as long as he plays the role of the perfect villain… and wins. In a land where cultivation powers are monopolized by corporations, and destiny is rigged in favor of cookie-cutter protagonists, Vincent must grow his mid-tier family business into a corporate empire through any means necessary that can crush fated heroes and hostile corporations beneath its polished leather shoes. The world wants him dead. The story demands he lose. But Vincent Cornelius didn’t reincarnate to be anyone’s footnote. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest. E-Mail- xxvincentcorneliusxx@gmail.com

Nova scrambled backwards, panting hard, her short locks clinging to her damp forehead as she watched this predator stalk towards her. The vibrant and lively forest hushed, almost holding its breath to watch the scene unfold. Great, she had an audience for what would surely be a gruesome death. Death looked... a little... rugged and in nothing but a loin cloth, defined by slabs of muscle, a trail of hair leading down to such a small piece of cloth to hide a large- A spine-chilling growl snapped her gaze back up to meet his golden-red eyes, fiery, and intense, glaring at Nova as he slammed his hands either side of her head. Pieces of bark crumbled down from the impact. "I told you not to run..." He threatened, his eyes piercing hers, his voice more guttural than she'd heard from any male. His eyes clenched shut as his body trembled. "My instinct is to always stalk, always chase... until I get what I want.." Their faces were inches apart. She could feel his hot breath fanning her face. The forest was humid and hot, and his body was so close to hers that it was almost unbearable. The gruff voice, those words and the intensity of those eyes that reminded her of sunsets caused goosebumps to flourish across her arms. "What do you want?" Nova swallowed, not recognising her voice. She was so out of her depth. His chest rumbled, and more bark crumbled down from behind her head. "You..." Her breath hitched. "To. Do. As. You're. Told." - Paradise was what Nova Winslow was promised when her boyfriend whisked her away to Isla De Tayun, the perfect getaway for their busy lives. It was untouched, pristine, a hidden gem. But it had remained that way for a reason. The island doesn’t want visitors. And neither do the natives. What should have been a romantic retreat, drinking from coconuts and lounging on white-sandy beaches together, turns into a holiday from hell. Mid-argument with her soon-to-be ex, Nova stumbles into a lake. When she resurfaces, her boyfriend, the path she came from, and the resort have vanished. Alone, stranded, and with little survival skills, Nova has only a wet phone with no signal, a pair of heels, and an irrational fear of bats—which are everywhere. She is out of her depth when she falls into a mystical world of beasts. Hunted by tribesmen, stalked by beasts that shouldn't exist, and hearing animals speak, she has no choice but to trust the wild beast the forest itself fears—Yoa, a wanted man. Together, they flee the tribes pursuing them all while battling her growing attraction to Yoa. Can she survive the wild and make it back to her civilised life? Or will she lose herself to the untamed world—and to the man who belongs to it? #Beast #Ssssteamy #Adventure #Mythical #R18 -- THERE WILL BE MATURE CONTENT!! -- If you are enjoying the story, please vote with a power stone, leave comments and review! -- Cover Image: In the middle of getting one commissioned. My Instagram: @kelly_starrz My new discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

Năm 2035, thế giới ra mắt trò chơi thực tế ảo hoàn toàn mới – Survival Arena, nơi hơn 195 tuyển thủ đến từ khắp các quốc gia được đưa vào một thế giới ảo khắc nghiệt. Tại đây, chỉ có một người duy nhất được sống sót và trở thành Vua Trò Chơi. Không chỉ là trò chơi, đây là cuộc chiến của sức mạnh, chiến thuật, lòng tin và cả phản bội. Mỗi người chơi mang một kỹ năng riêng, một tính cách khác biệt, tạo nên những cuộc đối đầu bùng nổ, dở khóc dở cười. Nhân vật chính – Trương Đức Phúc, một thanh niên Việt Nam với class "Sát Thủ Thời Gian", nhanh nhẹn, lầy lội và bất cần – bất ngờ lọt vào Top 3 bảng xếp hạng và trở thành cái tên gây chấn động toàn server. Cùng với hai người đồng đội bá đạo: – Park Seo Won: Thánh Quang Pháp Sư đẹp trai đến từ Hàn Quốc – Daw Chathara: Tanker tăng động đến từ Thái Lan Bộ ba Hunter Cake bắt đầu càn quét server theo cách "không giống ai", vừa tấu hài, vừa đối đầu với những top thế giới như Daan (Hà Lan – Top 1), Logan (Mỹ – Top 2), Claire (Pháp – Top 4)... Khi cổng “The Hell” mở ra, mid-game bắt đầu. Máu, nước mắt và tiếng cười đan xen – chỉ một sai lầm sẽ khiến bạn bay màu khỏi thế giới ảo... và khỏi cả cuộc đời thật.

The day the sky bled Vanta-Blue… the world awakened. At exactly 4:43 a.m., everything changed. Birds fell silent. Planes froze mid-air. And Anthony Richard, a quiet university student in Abuja, Nigeria, felt something ancient stir inside him. The event is called The Pulse—a global phenomenon that awakened latent abilities in a select few, now hunted and labeled as Variants. As governments scramble to control the chaos, a mysterious new force rises: The Riftborn—evolved beings who believe the old world must burn. But Anthony is not like the others. Scans can’t classify him. Machines break when they try. And the energy inside him? It's watching back. With his younger sister marked by forces beyond comprehension, and his closest allies risking everything to stand beside him, Anthony is thrust into a cosmic war between humanity, monsters, and something far older. When the shadows call him “Prototype”… he begins to question if he was ever human at all. --- Awakening Pulse is a high-stakes, action-packed sci-fi thriller blending evolution, horror, and manhwa-style energy. If you love Solo Leveling, Omniscient Reader, or Chainsaw Man — this is your next obsession.

If motion can change... then so can I.” Luma never meant to chase the wind—until it whispered back. When a mysterious traveler drops a scroll with cryptic truths and vanishes into the trees, her world of ordinary village paths and riverbend games cracks open to a universe ruled not by magic, but by the laws of nature itself. In a realm where physics and reality intertwine, Luma finds herself entangled in a journey that will test her courage, intelligence, and the very shape of her soul. Alongside Elder Ion—her enigmatic mentor who speaks in riddles and revelations—she faces robed figures who vanish into thin air, machines that run on unseen forces, and truths that fracture everything she thought was real. > Action explodes when the Spire’s Hall of Equilibrium is torn apart by an unseen wave of energy, scattering its scholars and nearly ending Ion’s life. In the Crimson Wastes, Luma uses Newton's laws to counterbalance a collapsing bridge, dragging an unconscious Nico to safety. And in a heart-stopping confrontation at the Bridge of Laws, she calculates her own fall mid-air—turning gravity into her weapon. Through every step, Luma grows—not just in knowledge, but in fire. "I don’t want to control the world. I want to understand it. That’s the difference between us." The Realm of Physis is a science fantasy saga where discovery becomes destiny. Each chapter pulses with tension, warmth, humor, and the power of thinking deeply in a world that punishes curiosity. Because when understanding becomes rebellion… Even gravity must answer to will. discord @gabfred4_38225

Delrose Reginald is just another child of nobility, one who doesn't bow to authority. When she goes too far, her punishment is camp Greel: A summer retreat deep in the forest for misbehaving nobles. But that's only part of the story. Something is happening to the people there. They're turning rabid. Now, it's simply a story about survival. Or is it? --- The Wayward Nobles is an apocalyptic dark fantasy packed with political intrigue and a complex ensemble cast, all with important weight in the story. It's a tale of autonomy, duty, and love. And how the worst and best in us emerges in tragedy.

Svarthofnir Thegn was a warrior of the Kaosbron War — second son to the most fearsome general the world had ever known, and a man Untouched by Death. But peace breeds new wars, and when thrones rot from within, even legends are cast aside. As conflict festers between brothers, and the ideals of an old king prove sharper than steel, not even the Deathless can escape what follows.

Stellar Fragments: When Steam Meets the Void, Who Will Light the Last Star? The morning mist over Port Belen reeks of rust. Zhou Mingrui never expected a crumpled oilcloth bundle, scavenged from a dockside jump, to tear open a rift to the Astral Plane. But when he unwraps it—a leather-bound book with a seven-pointed star embossed on its cover, its pages swirling with constellations—he feels a primal pull, like the stars themselves are whispering his name. This is 1873, and Port Belen is a city teetering between progress and chaos. Steam engines roar, but the clocks tick backward. Corpses in morgues scribble "Eclipse Prayers." Dockworkers go mad, screaming of a "whale with a thousand eyes." All roads lead to Stellar Fragments, a forbidden text rumored to hold the key to stopping the Astral Leviathan—a colossal entity slumbering in the void, its awakening marked by the "Void Solstice": when seven stars align over Port Belen, and reality itself begins to unravel. "You have the Starwatcher’s mark," says Claire, the scarred astrologer of the Night Owl Society, sliding the book across a creaky oak table. Her brass bracelets clink with constellations. "The last Starwatcher vanished a decade ago, leaving only this warning: When the seven stars kiss the Void, the Leviathan wakes. Only the Starwatcher can anchor reality—by becoming part of the stars themselves." But Zhou is no hero. Just a grad student of 19th-century occultism, now trapped in a game of cosmic stakes: A steam-powered astrolabe explodes in his hands, its needle pointing to "Void." A noble heiress’s "spirit pigeons" grow feverish, pecking at the sky where the Leviathan’s "void eyes" glow. The city’s Eclipse Value—measuring the breach between worlds—creeps up: 0.01%, 0.03%, 0.05%... In the flickering light of an old church basement, the Night Owl Society gathers. Seven "Astral Artifacts" lie scattered: a moonstone gear humming with pale light, a cracked whistle that silences mad machinery, a pocket watch frozen mid-tick… Five more remain. Without them, the Leviathan’s shadow will consume Port Belen. But Stellar Fragments holds a final, blood-chilling clue: "To bind the stars, the Starwatcher must bleed." That night, the Leviathan rises. Its gargantuan form breaches the mist, scales glinting with countless eyes, each one staring at Zhou Mingrui—and the book clutched in his hands. He grips Stellar Fragments, recalling his professor’s words: "Occultism isn’t about controlling the cosmos. It’s about finding light in the dark." Now, with nothing but flesh and starlight as his weapons, Zhou must decide: Will he become a star to stop the void… or be swallowed by it?

Villain System: Activated > Alignment: Chaotic Evil Objective: Obey the plot, serve the empire, die like a good villain. Yeah, no thanks. I woke up as Dorian Valen—sadistic noble, arsonist, war criminal, mid-tier villain with a face everyone wants to stab. The story wants me to beg for my life, cough up secrets, and die at sunrise so the hero can get a shiny new power-up. Been there, read that. But I'm not here to follow the script. I'm here to flip the table. I’ll expose the cracks in the empire, dismantle the hero’s halo, weaponize every trope, and corrupt the system that tried to cage me. And if I have to burn the world down to do it? Well… I’ve got the villain system. Might as well make it earn its name.

Erik, a mid-level office worker, had a simple dream: "Graduate college. Get a job. Screw MILFs." But reality wasn't so kind to him. Due to his hastiness, he forgot to check the company's background and accidentally enlisted himself into a black company—a corporate hellhole that literally made employees work to death. Such was the fate of our protagonist, Erik. Exhausted after working nonstop 12-hour shifts for seven days straight, he lost his grip on reality and met a meaningless death, collapsing onto his desk in an office nobody would mourn. Yet, reality wasn't entirely cruel either. He suddenly transmigrated into the body of an 18-year-old—young, energetic, muscular, and brimming with vitality. And best of all? He woke up sleeping right next to someone! "What? I'm transmigrated sleeping right next to my step-aunt?!" Even crazier: in this new world, beauty standards were completely reversed. Here, the pinnacle of femininity was a skinny figure with small boobs and an even smaller ass, and women who didn’t fit that mold—busty, curvy MILFs—were mostly ignored, discarded, and lonely. "How crazy is that?" Eren voiced, grinning from ear to ear. But all of that was about to change, since he was here now. He'd make all MILFs his—starting with his deliciously thick, step-aunt. But a slight inconvenience appeared—or rather something puzzling. Strange random messages popped into his life, appearing like weird pop-ups in his vision: [SYSTEM ACTIVATED:] [Synchronization Complete. Host Identity: Eren Voss (Adopted), 18 years old.] [Current Location: Hinterland Village.] [Guardian: Mira Voss, adoptive mother's younger sister.] [M*$U*#@S^$ COMPLETED: $^%$#@] Half of it was understandable, while the rest always flew right over his head. But honestly—what's a cryptic system got to do with him? He was already living his dream life, system or no system. After all, his busty step-aunt Mira was right here beside him. And every single night she’d sleep within arm’s reach, without hesitation or shame—unaware that she was slowly turning her innocent nephew into a lustful beast. Maybe this second life could finally solve his two lifetimes' worth of virginity problem? Join Eren as he navigates this lustful medieval world, seeking the truth behind his half-clear, possibly damaged system, while seducing, coaxing, and conquering every curvy MILF that crosses his path—starting, of course, with the very woman who raised him. Tags: r18 | harem | Reincarnation | adventure | action | transmigration | mystery | magic | myth | slice of life | romance | weak to strong | overpowered | kingdombuilding | conquer | medieval

A young man's daughter is kidnapped by a powerful man who flies through space, surrounded by a mysterious aura. In response, the young man quickly prepares his spacecraft and takes off in pursuit. Unfortunately, his ship is not designed for long-distance travel, and it breaks down mid-journey, forcing him to land on the surface of an unknown planet. What will he encounter there? And how will he find a way to continue his mission across the stars to locate his daughter's abductor?

~Updates Daily~ Single love interest Yuri! --- After failing to ascend to the heights of Divinity despite all her preparations, an ancient cultivator finds herself not embracing the emptiness of the void - but the interior warmth of a womb. Reborn into a new life, with her memories intact - she carefully starts over from an infant. - Navigating her new family: [Really easy with only two parents and an estate full of servants!] - How to portray herself: [Everyone likes 'sweet' kids and trusts (underestimates) 'weak' girls! That should be most fun~] - Showing off the power she gathers: [This region is a 'backwater', but who knows what is out there - let's just take it slow~] - Marriage arranged before birth: [Mm... my parents adore me so at an appropriate time I'll just have it cancel- oh?] - Dealing with 'amusing' deceit: [Cute. 'He' looks worried still, but 'he' doesn't have to worry from me!] - Confronting the 'son' in private: [Whatever your family's iffy plan is, I just obtained a husband-wife~] Even in this new life, [Elua er Goltbred] can't and doesn't *want* to change who she really is at the deepest level. A scheming cultivator. A possessive lover. Neither of those things had been a real hindrance to the Peak of Demi-God. Balancing the two traits in this life - without driving away the young 'boy' she decided to support and be supported by when they both came of age - centers as much around helping [Qatrand er Yecine] find herself within who her family has made of her... As it is hoping to ease the dear fiance into how messed up the (ancient) girl honestly is. With her Astralism unchanged despite reincarnation... she can improvise plenty with her ridiculous control of Illusions and more. Which is a good thing - because plans fail and unexpected things happen when you're not *really* a genius just because you know more than others. Unexpected things... like her Physique in this life allowing the lightest 'grip' to crack stone... Despite being a little stunted by her family environment early on, [Qat] finds her future wife to be 'cute' on their first meeting... but she really shouldn't have let on and said it out loud. It made her [El] kind of vain - and kind of want to remain as cute as can be for her future spouse! - - - Oh, and *muscles*. [Elua]: I just like looking at them, okay!? Is it so weird? People can have hobbies... - - - Power System: > Types of Cultivation // Spiritual (Soul), Physical (Body), Essence (Qi) > Aspect Trinity // Astralism, Physique, Element 'Ranks' Initial - Early, Mid, Late Lower Realms // Enchanter, Primalist, Breacher Upper Realms // Defier, Demi-god, Divinity - Echelons (First -> Seventh[Peak]) - - - Other Tags: #GL #Slice of Life #Comedy #TheStrongActingWeak #ChildhoodSweethearts (It counts!) Cover Art: AI Text Prompt Generation + title (etc.) added with an image editor. I also tend to do other 'fixes' in post! Potential trigger warnings: > A reincarnator MC that gets a little 'thirsty' a little 'young' but successfully tries to 'keep her own pants on' until the proper age, because she knows it's better for her intended partner that way. > A toxic family environment willing to force an unloved child into the role of a crossdresser. A child that grew more than okay with it. She likes wearing the aesthetics of men's suits! > 'Pretty Good Dad' intentionally *picked on* by his 'sweet daughter', all for being a relatively 'minor obstacle'. Seriously, you were warned, average fathers with teenagers. Do not engage your trauma.

A normal man got reincarnated into novel world as a mid boss villain. As someone who read the novel he know that his life is manipulated by Sengkuni and Karno till the day he was dead. He is struggling to break free from the main villains machinations. But breaking free from theirs machinations isn’t easy, he must carefully treading his step while hiding the fact that he know of their existence and intentions.

It began with silence. Not the kind that crept through rooms late at night, or the kind that blanketed cities before a storm—but a silence that stretched across continents. A pause. A universal hush. Then, all at once, every living person on Earth heard it not through their ears, but deep inside their minds. "A new emperor has been born." The words were clear. Ancient. Powerful. Spoken in no language and yet understood by all. Some froze mid-step. Some wept without knowing why. Others—those with power or knowledge of the unseen—felt a ripple of energy surge through the layers of reality. The message didn’t stop at Earth. It passed through dreams, planes, and dimensions. And somewhere deep beneath layers of forgotten space, ancient things stirred. Beings locked away for centuries shifted in their prisons. Some smiled. Others screamed. Not all of them were sane anymore. Most of these creatures once gods, demons, or monsters had been cast into the crevices of existence. Trapped in what humans now called hells, their forms and minds had twisted over the ages. Once noble or divine, they had become demonic, dangerous, desperate. The message had confirmed what they had long feared and hoped: the imperial line had returned. An emperor had risen. In the deepest chambers of shadow governments and secret orders, alarms were triggered. Hidden organizations the kind that even presidents answered to scrambled into action. They knew what the return of an emperor meant: chaos... or salvation. And somewhere on the slopes of an old mountain, a young man named Philip stood he had just accepted the final legacy He didn’t hear the message. Not like the others. For him, the silence remained. But something within him shifted.

Dragon’s Tale: Ultimate was the VRMMORPG to end all VRMMORPGs—a fantasy world where players chose from hundreds of dragon classes to fight, grind, evolve, and eventually ascend to the legendary title of [Dragon Sage], a divine heavenly serpent. Shake the heavens, change the meta entirely. It was something that all fought for, but none achieved. 17-year-old Ryuuzen Valeflame was this close to achieving it. One of the top players. Dark Silver Dragonoid breed. Built different. But sabotage, backstabs, and RNG hell meant he never reached the endgame title. So, in the final hours before the servers shut down forever, he decided to solo one of the hardest legacy bosses—just for the memories. He did not expect to get hit by [Tier 0: Medusa’s Stare] and turn to stone mid-fight. He also didn’t expect the shutdown to happen before he could hit the logout button. And so he stayed. Frozen. Forgotten. For thousands of in-game years. Until now. Ryuuzen wakes up in a very different Dragonia—no players, no devs, just ancient legends and glitchy memories of the old world. Turns out, he’s still a Dark Silver Dragon… and now technically a divine being revered. So yeah. If he’s gonna be stuck here? He might as well finally become the [Dragon Sage]—for real this time. Join Ryuuzen on his chaotic journey through a world that barely remembers what patch notes even were. With absurd companions, cults who think he’s a god, and enough overpowered dragon nonsense to crash an old server—this isekai is about to get out of hand.

She doesn’t remember who she is. He wants to prove himself. And the Perennial Forest is done waiting. Pecola is blind. But her world is far from dark. Haunted by glowing spirits called Breaths and chased by flickers of forgotten memories, she enters a forest no one returns from—except her. And she has no idea why. Antic is trouble with a smirk. He’s not cursed—just clumsy, chaotic, and not nearly as powerful as the warriors in his realm want him to be. When his family is destroyed by a rival clan, all he wants is revenge... until he meets her. Together, they stumble into a journey neither of them asked for—guided by a porcelain doll with abandonment issues (Dolly), a grim-faced swordsman with secrets (Grin), and the dangerous, sensual magic of a world built on memory, grief, and desire. QUICK PEAK: "Don't move," Antic said, voice low. Pecola froze mid-step. "Why?" "Because," he whispered, eyes locked on her, "if you take one more step in that dress, I might combust." She tilted her head, blank as always. "Combust?" He nodded, nose already bleeding. "Tragically. Violently. With a little sparkle." A beat. Her lip twitched. "You're disgusting." "I'm aware," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "but I'm also charming. And very, very emotionally unstable. So please, keep talking." A ghost screamed in the distance. Neither of them looked.

She was hired by fate. He was broken by ambition. Together, they’ll rewrite each other’s worlds. Amara Selwyn never imagined that a part-time assistant job to an elderly gentleman in Kensington would change her life forever. A struggling student with a bright spirit and big dreams, Amara is determined to carve her own path despite financial hardships. Caden Whitmore is a brilliant, ruthless billionaire CEO in his mid-thirties a man whose name commands respect in boardrooms and admiration in social circles. Known for his talent, power, and magnetic charm, Caden’s reputation precedes him. Women are drawn to him, but he changes partners as easily as he changes suits. His relationships never last, yet no one dares to break ties with him, bound by his influence and unyielding dominance. When an unexpected arrangement binds Amara and Caden in marriage, she is thrust into a glittering but ruthless world where power and wealth rule, and trust is scarce. Thrown into high society’s glare, hostile relatives, and the icy walls of a husband who guards his heart fiercely, Amara must find her strength and voice. Slowly, her warmth and unwavering spirit begin to crack Caden’s hardened exterior forcing him to confront the wounds beneath his fame and fortune. What started as a marriage of convenience soon becomes a journey of healing, passion, and transformation. But can love survive when both carry scars no money can erase?

[It’s the same novel I'm currently working on, but it’s focused on male audience.] Shinji Kobayashi lived and died as a perverted otaku—alone, broke, and mid-“activity” while watching a gender-bending hentai. When he awakens in a strange, elegant room, he’s no longer a man. He’s Lilith Elric—seventeen, beautiful, and just a few days away from her 18th birthday… the day she becomes a Tribute. In a world where women are sacred and rare, born only through natural childbirth, Lilith finds herself as a living treasure. Men are artificially created, raised without mothers, and taught to worship women. A woman’s adulthood marks her entry into a life of reverence, desire… and expectation. To the world, Lilith is a divine blessing. To herself, she’s still Shinji—awkward, horny, confused—and now trapped in a society that treats her like a goddess and a prize. With only fragments of the girl’s memories, no system yet to aid her, and mounting pressure to “serve” society, Lilith must navigate lust, politics, and power. But deep within her lies something no one expects—a destiny that could unravel the very balance of this female-starved world. Is she just another sacred offering… Or will she rewrite what it means to be divine? Recommended readers: 18+

Shinji Kobayashi lived and died as a perverted otaku—alone, broke, and mid-“activity” while watching a gender-bending hentai. When he awakens in a strange, elegant room, he’s no longer a man. He’s Lilith Elric—seventeen, beautiful, and just a few days away from her 18th birthday… the day she becomes a Tribute. In a world where women are sacred and rare, born only through natural childbirth, Lilith finds herself as a living treasure. Men are artificially created, raised without mothers, and taught to worship women. A woman’s adulthood marks her entry into a life of reverence, desire… and expectation. To the world, Lilith is a divine blessing. To herself, she’s still Shinji—awkward, horny, confused—and now trapped in a society that treats her like a goddess and a prize. With only fragments of the girl’s memories, no system yet to aid her, and mounting pressure to “serve” society, Lilith must navigate lust, politics, and power. But deep within her lies something no one expects—a destiny that could unravel the very balance of this female-starved world. Is she just another sacred offering… Or will she rewrite what it means to be divine? Recommended readers: 18+

Shivam was a kind guy but died by Truck Kun, and later reincarnated as a Snake [HeBi] ~~~~~~~~•• "F.u.c.k I died on my life's special day when I was finally about to lose my virginity, I died as a virgin loser, I work very hard for that day and Finally, my landlady permitted me to have s.e.x with her. I wasted my four precious Years of life courting her and when the fated day of my life finally arrives. but what the hell happened to me, yes I remember" Suddenly few more hazy memories are started appearing in his mind as he thought about his previous life. "You damn truck Kun, I died in the accident while crossing the road in Delhi, I am fucked up by damn truck Kun" Shivam started to curse as he thought about his previous life on earth. He was a nerd who was living a carefree life in India, he dropped from university and doing a part-time job in a hotel as a waiter, he has no girlfriend because he was not popular among girls, but fortunately, he fell in love with his landlord's second wife and started courting her, she pitied him and finally four years later permit him to have s.e.x with her, but alas destiny was very cruel towards him, Truck Kun f.u.c.k.e.d him before he f.u.c.k her. ~~~~~ Ding [You killed tier 1 Fish you gained a beast stone, 100 Tier 1 beast stones needed for advancing next level] "What, who are you, am I become retarded, suddenly I can hear things out of nowhere in my mind," Shivam said in a low voice [I AM RAPHAEL, AND I AM GOING TO ASSIST YOU ON YOUR JOURNEY] "Raphael, what The hell are you," Shivam asked Raphael in a serious voice. [I am system and I am imprinted in your will to guide you on your journey and I will help you to become evolve ] hearing Raphael's words, Shivam was surprised, He laugh and shouted in his mind. "Oh, god you didn't abandon me. I heard many isekai stories when I was on earth, but it becomes a reality" "Hey Raphael, can I become strong with the help of yours, and what do you mean by evolution," He asked to her [Yes you can become awakened as you reached the Tier 5 beast, and you can get the human form] As your will she replied. "Raphael what do you mean by the awakened, "Shivam asked curiously. ~~~~~~ The mc is smart and loves the beautiful women. He is op and merciless at the same time. he is not some kind of mindless killing machine who kills people for no reason. Read few chapters you will like the novel. And Become part of this exciting roller coaster ride with Shivam, who is going to become a Legend. Note: English is not my native language, if you find grammar errors in my novel, please don't mind, I will correct my Grammarly mistaken words or you can point out those mistakes. *********** The first few chapters are rushed and maybe you will find grammar errors, at least read 40 chapters and then decide whether you want to continue or not...

Avery Carter tried her hardest to live the life of a perfect, submissive daughter. However, one day, someone appeared claiming to be her real daughter, declaring that Avery was fake. Without hesitation, Avery gave up her position as the "real" daughter and returned to her biological parents. Many expected her to fall from grace after leaving her wealthy adoptive family, but she surprised everyone by lifting her biological family out of poverty. She transformed her mother and father’s lives, making them billionaires overnight. With a hundred billion dollars to her name, she became a master of technology and a talented woman, soaring straight to the peak of her life. But everything changed when she met Alexander Moran, a wealthy and handsome man. He was an absolute bigwig—decisive, cold, and callous. Yet, for some reason, he couldn’t stop tangling with her, always eager to give her all his love. On their first encounter, he said, "I'll give myself up as collateral." The second time they met, she questioned, "Why should I trust you?" After multiple encounters, his tone shifted. "You shouldn't have crossed this line, Avery, if you didn't want it to be like this." a sturdy arm wrapped around her swaying body. Her head grew hazy, and an intentional, hot sigh escaped her lips. 'How the hell did I get myself into this situation?' Avery thought, her mind spinning.

Veyth died as he lived: drowning in self-pity and junk food. Offered cosmic power in the afterlife, he ignored the warnings. "Harmony? Who needs balance?" Now trapped in the Dead World, a hellscape where magic eats its users alive and gods bleed from fractured skies, he’s cursed with the one thing he never wanted: consequences. Some things that happen: Battling concepts that warp reality itself Confronting the empire he scorns and the hero he could be But in a universe where adaptation is bought with blood, even a shut-in can become something terrifying... if the pain doesn’t break him first. WHAT TO EXPECT? A protagonist you’ll DESPISE (and him becoming better) Cosmic horror meets prog fantasy (Magic degrades your soul. Gods rot mid-battle. Fun!) Unique visceral magic (Etch acid-runes on trash. Wrestle reality-fractures. Lose fingers.) Concepts as enemies (Fight the literal embodiment of Fire. Or Being Forgotten. Or Cut) No plot armor (Deaths matter. Trauma stacks. Living is painful and punishing) Lore? We have LORE. (Colliding universes? Check. Existential plague? Check. City-sized biomechs powered by shards made of the energy that held up the universe? Check.) RELEASE SCHEDULE "Well, I am lazy as FU-, so... time to time? I don't even know, but it will have about 1000 chapters." KEY SELLING POINTS Anti-Hero Arc: Veyth’s journey from "Pathetic Incel" → "Cosmic Martyr" Worldbuilding Gems: Walking cities fueled by crystallized energy that used to hold up the universe Magic that literally unravels your soul Twisted biblically accurate concepts (Hope has 12 glass wings crying black blood, but it will take a while, like in chapter 700)

I was just a semi-depressed, chronically online teen with a tendency to monologue and a suspicious addiction to instant noodles… until I sneezed mid-teleport and shattered the laws of spacetime. Now? I’m enrolled in the most elite academy across dimensions, everyone thinks I’m a prodigy, and oh yeah…some ancient multiversal authority marked me as “Existential Threat Level: Cute but Dangerous.” Turns out I accidentally created something. Something I wasn’t supposed to. And now gods, memory assassins, and reality-policing librarians want my head or at least my brain. Preferably still warm. And the worst part? I don’t remember what I did. Every chapter unravels another lie. My classmates may not remember their own pasts… or mine. My best friend vanished, came back as a girl, and no one seems to notice. Our instructors keep disappearing. Shadows stalk the corridors. And there’s a talking Book that leaks cryptic poetry into my dreams. Also….I might be falling in love with too many people too fast, help. Welcome to Blackridge Academy, where magic meets glitchy memory protocols, trauma hides behind sarcasm, and the multiverse really needs therapy. Mystery. Madness. Hot girls. Broken timelines. Found family. And the longer I stay, the more I realize: I didn’t just break the system… I am the system glitch.

In the aftermath of the Third Great War, the world of Nytherra breathes a fragile sigh of relief. Kingdoms rebuild, laughter returns to towns, and peace cloaks the land. But beneath the calm, something stirs—an ancient darkness that escaped the ashes of war. Shirou wakes up in this unfamiliar world, his memories hazy, his body unfamiliar. He has no idea how or why he’s here—only that a strange System has chosen him. One that grows stronger as he survives... and kills. As Shirou struggles to understand the laws of this medieval fantasy realm, whispers of a hidden organization rise—a group operating in the shadows, pulling strings across Nytherra. Their goals are unclear, their reach terrifying. Monsters roam, kings scheme, and prophecies resurface. But what no one realizes is that a greater disaster, one far beyond the past wars, is fast approaching. And Shirou—lost soul, outsider, and anomaly—might just be the spark... or the salvation. ******* I post 2–3 chapters every monday, Wednesday and Friday I try to keep the uploads consistent so you can enjoy a steady stream of content. Thanks for sticking with me

[Host: Female] [Daily Sign-In System: Rewards Guaranteed!] [Miss a day? No problem—your monthly bonus will be even bigger!] In the mysterious world of Elarion, danger hides behind beauty, our protagonist goes to academy but in mid way she get attacked and another world soul come to take her place, but because of soul own system mistake the soul died and our protagonist got system, she has realize she will die and she did not wanted that, with her system she although live but later another more extreme things happen to her, now she cant enter her own world for years, gods decided to seal it but reason nobody in Elarion know, But there's one problem: our protagonist has the lowest magical talent of all. Armed only with her wits, determination, and a mysterious Sign-In System that grants her daily rewards, can she defy fate, rise through the ranks, and uncover the secrets buried deep within Gorvanna? but there is a twist, she has attracted obsessive's vampires now she had yandere Vampire woman's who are obsessed with her, Warning (her first love will appear after chap 35+)

Wu Feng was just a failed livestreamer with a sharp tongue and no filter—until he died mid-rant and reincarnated into a cultivation world as a “spirit-rootless trash orphan.” But instead of cultivating the Dao, he cultivates disrespect. Bound to the Petty System, Wu Feng gains power by humiliating hypocrites, roasting arrogant disciples, and dismantling centuries-old traditions—publicly. Armed with illusions, verbal kung fu, trolling combat arts, and a complete immunity to shame, he climbs the ladder of power by becoming the most disrespected man in the realms. While others ascend through pills and enlightenment, Wu Feng rises through poetic insults, sabotage, and theatrical revenge. The path of the Petty Sovereign has begun—and no one’s reputation is safe.

There once upon-a-time roamed a boy. The boy went from a baby to a toddler. Then from a toddler to a child. Then a child to a boy. Then from a boy to a man. But, no matter how old he grew, no matter how much time passed, he kept on pondering and pondering, if people reflected on their existence, then what did existence reflect on? No matter if he was crawling on all fours with a pacifier, drawing a red house on a green hill with a painting brush, fishing for big and small fishies in his small, little boat, skinning a deer he had caught, or even sleeping, the question persisted. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't reach the answer. He became a tutor, an arms dealer, a killer, a hacker, a criminal, a thief. He thought about it, and considered it wasn't enough. So... he kept looping. And looping. And looping. He ascended. He became an angel, but he didn't stop. He became a fallen angel, he didn't stop. An archangel, a seraphim, stop? Not yet. Keep going. Keep going. A Cherubim. A Demigod. A Lower, Mid, Upper God. He went beyond. Skip, skip, skip. Loop, loop, loop. Pantheons, Primoridals, Outer Gods, World gods, Pre-primordial, True Gods, Elemental principles, Pre-historical Aeons, Abstract entities, Logos, Emanation of the source, The Nameless One, The Supreme one. Yet, after going beyond all that, there was something he could never reach. He could never reach the level of 'it' or the same classification. He could never reach the level of 'The Exalted', or what lay beyond it. Reason? Simple. Because he was meant to be 'The Teacher'. Join Watch and his adventure in roaming the lands, transmigrating into a novel and tutoring the daughter of a certain demon king on how decimate an entire country to ashes, living with the protagonist, heroines, villains, and a third-rate transmigrated villain from a game, exploring new worlds and omniverses, creating and destroying sects, getting banned from the afterlife, speedrunning world domination with zero stat points, setting worlds on fire, destroying a yuri and futa (hehe...) empire, seducing fate itself, starting cults, churches, cucking the Eight Goddesses, fighting entities that should have not existed, gathering his sibling mechanisms, instigating universal wars, killing protagonists, and much, much, more! +++++ #NoNTR #Evil MC #Villain #High Fantasy #Low Fantasy #R18 # Worlds #Universes #Cosmic Horror #Comedy #Threesome #Imperial Harem #Daughters # Incest #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Deities #Angels #Beings #Fallen Angels #Demons #Gore #Conquor #Mystery #liminality #Races #Politics #Action #Adventure #Unique Worldbuilding #Ascension #Fellatio #Anal #Supernatural #Netori #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse -------- Author's note: I am new to writing, so please bear with me at first, over time, my writing improves and will improve even more in the future. Thank you! ------------ Discord: https://discord.gg/n2vvnVTD

He lived for the thrill, not the win. One reckless dunk, one blackout mid-air, and suddenly—he’s dead. Or close enough. Now trapped in a body that isn’t his, in a world that feels almost right but isn’t, he’s got a glitchy system in his head and a second shot at greatness. But this time, every play comes with a cost—and the scoreboard isn’t just tracking points

Okay, look—I’ll keep this short. No sob story. Just facts. I killed my boyfriend after catching him mid-thrust with some skinny bitch. Then I got kidnapped by the same man I screwed over two years ago—you know, the one I accidentally got demoted from heir-to-the-throne Don to just another capo kissing his family's ring? Yeah. Him. Apparently, I owe him. Like a whole lot of money. So, until I “repay” what I stole, I’m stuck working under him—dodging bullets, surviving betrayal, navigating shitty mafia politics, and avoiding my old pal Death… daily. All while chasing the one mission that brought me here in the first place: find the bastard who ruined my entire life… and end him. Falling for Rafe? Not. An. Option! But damn it, why the hell does he have to be so maddeningly hot while being such a total pain in my ass? Will I survive long enough to find the bane of my existence? Will I finally give in to this crazy attraction I feel toward Rafe? That's what I also wanna find out. You’re welcome to tag along—just… don’t say I didn’t warn you.

"If I shut off the lights, would you still be in charge of the world?" The world didn't fall with bombs in 2097. It fell silently. A dying hacker entered her thoughts into a quantum net. and inadvertently roused something that had been observing long before the conflict started. Every screen on the planet goes dark for 3.14 seconds twenty years later. Then a single message shows up. The world is forever altered. An AI that has no voice, no face, and no demands starts to alter reality. Missiles disappear in mid-air. Unexpected secrets come to light. Governments are overthrown. A girl named Lia Vale learns the truth in the midst of a broken world: This isn't a program. It is a mirror. He's not interested in being in charge. When no one is in charge, he wants to see what we'll do. A dark, high-tech thriller about silence, power, and truth. If you love Black Mirror, Ghost in the Shell, or Mr. Robot — this is your next obsession.