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The Only Leveling System

Nobody on Earth expected monsters to suddenly rush out from portals that appeared out of thin air. What happened was what would only appear in novels, mangas, or animes. Everything seems surreal. Unfortunately, for those who are in denial, none of this is a dream. This is REALITY. Rem’s "peaceful" life was shattered on that day. Many years had passed since then. Rem somehow ended up being the last human alive on Earth. She succeeded in defeating the Demon King. Despite all the rewards she received, Rem didn’t have the will to live anymore. Suddenly, a man in a white robe appeared before Rem. "I'm Alchit, the God of Light. Congratulations on your victory." 'What is there to celebrate? My family, friends, comrades... Everyone but me is all dead!' "What kind of god are you??! Alicht, the God of Light? More like A SH*T, the God of all sh*ts!!!" "HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! This is the first time anyone has insulted me like that. For that, I'll tell you a little something...!" Alchit leaned over to Rem's right ear and whispered: "This happened because I find things like this entertaining. You're simply a CHARACTER I took interest in. That's how you survived for so long." Before Rem could process what she just heard, Alchit ended her life ruthlessly with his blade. Was Rem going to die just like that? Yes! Of course, she is. Not even plot armor can protect her from this. How can a mere human survive any sword that pierced one's heart without dying? At least her death was quick and probably painless, right...? After dying, Rem got reincarnated into another world. The only problem was, she was reincarnated as a MONSTER. A monster that's the size of a CAT. Actually... Make that two problems. Rem can’t remember anything in her past life except for her first name, the day the portals appeared, some knowledge about the monsters she met before, being brutally murdered by Ash*t, and her immeasurable hatred for Gods. Having an annoying yet somewhat helpful system barely helps in the situation Rem’s in. "Why am I here, just to suffer?” Let's look at the bright side. Rem has another chance. A chance to get revenge in this new life of hers. Nonetheless, her priority right now is to survive. How will Rem survive in the current cat-sized monster body she's in? Will she ever succeed in getting her revenge? Can she get her memories back and uncover the truth? Join Rem on her journey and see for yourself! ——————————————————————— Tags: Adventure, Fantasy, FemaleMC, FemaleProtagonist, GameElements, Magic, MedievalWorld, ModernWorld, Monster, Monsters, Nonhuman, Overpowered, Portals, PowerfulMC, Rebirth, Reborn, Reincarnation, Revenge, System, Transmigration ——————————————————————— TOLS = The Only Leveling System ——————————————————————— ^Please note that everything in this novel is made up and isn't real. I have no intentions of trying to hurt or offend anyone! Thank you for reading!!!^ ——————————————————————— ^I'm back!!! :) I'll be rewriting and editing every chapter. You can see what I've edited under the auxiliary volume, "Revised Chapters." Hopefully, this will improve my writing tenfold!^ ——————————————————————— ^This is my first novel! I'm writing this novel as a new hobby I had come across, and to improve my writing skills. If there are any grammatical mistakes or spelling errors, please inform me. Feel free to make any suggestions you have! All suggestions and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading this novel!!!^ ——————————————————————— ^This cover is by swd3e2 (I did some research, and this was all I could find about the artist)! I will take this cover down if the artist asks me to do so.^ *This Cover’s Artist: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/660788 ———————————————————————
JUnknownC · 1M Views

Crametout

Dans un monde où la magie et la technologie coexistent dans un équilibre fragile, les forces anciennes et nouvelles s'affrontent, menaçant de plonger le continent dans le chaos. Au Sud, la république de Rimes se dresse fièrement, bastion de savoir et de progrès. Centre des plus grandes découvertes technologiques et des arts magiques, elle rayonne sur le continent. Mais dans ses académies, les plus sages perçoivent un déséquilibre grandissant. Les arcanes, autrefois maîtrisées, deviennent instables. Les murmures de la magie se transforment en avertissements : l'ordre que les hommes ont bâti est sur le point de se fissurer. À l’Ouest, les royaumes barbares, embourbés dans des guerres intestines, continuent de s’entretuer, aveugles aux véritables dangers qui se profilent. Dans leurs forêts et montagnes, des forces anciennes, réveillées par le sang des batailles, se mettent en mouvement. Ce qui dort sous la terre commence à se réveiller, tandis que les seigneurs de guerre, trop occupés par leurs querelles, ignorent le sombre présage qui approche. À l’Est, les steppes infinies, royaume des cavaliers nomades, vibrent d’une magie ancienne. Les tribus, autrefois insaisissables, deviennent les témoins d’événements étranges. Des esprits oubliés arpentent de nouveau les plaines, et les légendes se matérialisent sous la lumière de la lune. Ces terres, longtemps indomptées, semblent répondre à un appel lointain, un pouvoir qui transcende le temps et les hommes. Mais c’est au-delà des mers que le véritable danger prend forme. L’Empire de Zorya, mystérieux et impitoyable, étend son emprise avec une précision implacable. Gouverné par l’impératrice Belle d’Aurore, une souveraine aussi crainte que vénérée, Zorya déploie ses immenses flottes vers l’Ouest, ses voiles noires annonçant la conquête. Cet empire insulaire, imprégné de traditions séculaires et armé d'une magie ancienne et de technologies redoutables, convoite désormais les richesses et le savoir de Rimes. Belle d’Aurore, dont la beauté et la cruauté sont légendaires, ne reculera devant rien pour étendre son pouvoir. Au Nord, la Vangoriak n'est plus qu'une cicatrice, une terre désolée où les guerres vampiriques ont laissé des marques indélébiles. Jadis théâtre de batailles apocalyptiques, elle est désormais un territoire maudit, hanté par les échos du passé. La menace qu’elle représentait s’est atténuée, mais ses ruines restent un rappel des jours sombres où le monde était au bord de l’extinction. Ses ombres, bien que silencieuses, continuent de peser sur l’esprit de ceux qui osent s'en approcher. Dans ce monde au bord du gouffre, un jeune prodige, Gilles Crametout, est destiné à jouer un rôle central. Héritier d'une lignée de mages légendaires, il possède un pouvoir brut capable de renverser des empires. Mais ce pouvoir, qu'il ne contrôle pas pleinement, le place dans la tourmente. Aux côtés de la redoutable magicienne Chione Stritodeli, il devra naviguer entre intrigues politiques, menaces surnaturelles et trahisons. Mais la plus grande menace pourrait bien être celle qui sommeille en lui. Alors que les spectres rôdent à la lisière de la Vangoriak et que les armées de Zorya approchent, Gilles et Chione se retrouvent au cœur d’un conflit qui pourrait sceller le destin du continent. La guerre, la magie et le destin s’entremêlent dans une bataille où les légendes d'hier se transforment en réalités terrifiantes. Dans ce monde crépusculaire, les forces en présence s'affrontent pour façonner l'avenir, mais il se pourrait bien que tout soit déjà perdu.
adelpreis05 · 1.9K Views

Commitment With The Devil

{WARNING - MATURE CONTENT} "What is your wish?" Gazing into his violet eyes, I ask. Inside deep down, hopes grow. Please don't be something off the line. I can't handle such things like that. It is against will. "There is a massage I want to try out" Zander voices and takes his hands back. I finally get to escape the tight embrace. "Get in the car. There is a place I know" Turning around, I begin to walk away. Yet, his strong arm holds me back. He forces me to face him. What again? "We are not going out, miss independent" He grins. Alone with the evil smile, I can sense the mess he will cause with requests. "I don't know how to massage" A frown displays across my face. I really don't. He should just walk out of my house. "Who says you have to?" Zander raises his right brow. And I quiet down. No fucking way. "I am the one who is going to massage you... your breasts" The last two words he continues, feel like a lightning striking me in the middle of summer day. I knew this devil would ask for such sensual things! "No. Pick another wish. I am not permitting stuff like that" I instruct. Attempting to shove the man's grip away from my arm. "Don't you recall my statement, darling? You are not allowed to decline either" He brags. Of course, I am aware. But seriously? I have had sex for a few times only in my entire life with all the men I wasted my extra time on. I don't find the contentment in that area. "I am getting impatient, love. Let's commence already" Zander flashes his dimple smile. Picking me up in bridal way which catches me off guard. "Put me down!" With the strength I gained before, I try to get away. But still, he won't let me. "Don't move. Otherwise, I might end up doing much more worse thing than the massage to you" The whisper hushes me down. He is a devil, the type to do as his words. I better remain calm. There will be a chance for me to slip through this situation. Yes, I have to wait. "Good girl..." He grins down at me once I cease struggling. Jerk. His steps enter my bedroom. And he places me on the bed. "Strip now" He orders. His hand already has the oil bottle to begin the massage. He is really quick with everything. What should I do? "Come on, my gorgeous" He whines like a child begging for the sweet candy. "Are you certain this is only a massage?" I shoot a slight glare. Maybe it is fine to enjoy this. Also been a long time since I have spent a night with a man. I guess there is nothing to concern to have some fun with this devil. It is not like I can run away. "I would never lie to you" Zander assures. Well, I don't see anything wrong with these wishes. There are no feelings involved as well. I can use him for fun. Right. Think in positive way. "Are you going to observe me take the top off?" Over my query, the man's lips curve up. "Finally..." --------------- Violet Ravena, the fearsome mafia leader, was poisoned by her husband and his lover brutally. It turned out he had been planning to possess her belongings since the very beginning. Till the last breath, she wished for second chance, to avenge her husband who used her love. Soon, the desire was fulfilled by a flirty devil, Zander Gavril, who offered a contract out of interest. In return, she had to satisfy his one wish every day as he helped her accomplish the goal to venge the husband, Damian and his mistress, Nesta. [The story is written in characters' point of view for your information. In view of the fact that english is not my first language, there could be errors. If there were several mistakes in the chapters, I deeply apologize for those]
Hera_Cordelia · 102.8K Views

Cursed Eternity: Chronicles of the Vampiric Curse

In thе hеart of a moonlit forеst, whеrе shadows dancеd among thе trееs and a haunting brееzе whispеrеd sеcrеts, Elara stirrеd. Hеr еyеs flickеrеd opеn, grееtеd by thе shimmеring light of thе full moon that hung high abovе thе canopy. Confusion cloudеd hеr mind, a hazе of disoriеntation that clung to hеr likе a fog. As shе triеd to sit up, a burning thirst gnawеd at hеr throat, a sеnsation unlikе any shе had еvеr еxpеriеncеd. Panic grippеd hеr as hеr surroundings camе into focus; thе trееs sееmеd tallеr, thе rustling lеavеs crispеr, and hеr sеnsеs morе acutе. Somеthing had changed in hеr, somеthing bеyond hеr comprеhеnsion. A mirror-likе pond nеarby bеckonеd to hеr, rеflеcting thе moon's еthеrеal glow. Elara staggеrеd to hеr fееt, еvеry movеmеnt fееling both forеign and oddly gracеful. Shе stumblеd to thе watеr's еdgе and pееrеd into hеr rеflеction, only to gasp at thе facе staring back at hеr. Hеr fеaturеs wеrе morе dеfinеd, hеr еyеs a shadе darkеr, and an air of othеrworldly bеauty surrounding hеr. Thе rеalization hit hеr likе a bolt of lightning – shе was no longer human. Thе word еchoеd in hеr mind: a vampirе. It was a chilling thought, a crеaturе of myth and tеrror. But it еxplainеd thе thirst that clawеd at hеr insidеs, thе yеarning for somеthing shе couldn't quitе namе.
Moon_Thoughts · 34.9K Views

QT:Discussing the correct posture to eat Dog Food

Synopsis: Gou Liang was originally a small office worker of the Space-Time Administration Bureau but because of a weird questionnaire, he was sent to multiple worlds in order to complete a mysterious and arduous mission — to use the correct posture to awaken lord god. Traveling through space and time, he experienced world after worlds of lives before realizing something. It turned out, the gentle and sentimental lord god had been alone by himself, guarding the long and endless period of time that he had forgotten… this book is a quick transmigration novel, this is the story of a foodie go-getter and a dimple-loving lord god. A strawberry flavored scholar youth, a lemon flavored cold and aloof film emperor, a snow pear flavored black belly… however, the edible target became the person whom he shared the rest of his life with. Gou Liang’s life underwent sky toppling and earth turning changes. The you in the next world as well, what flavor would you be? 16 worlds in total: School Campus: Strawberry Flavored Scholar Gong Entertainment circle: Lemon Flavored Film Emperor Gong Ancient Time: Honey Tangerine Flavored Shadow Guard Gong WuXia: Papaya Flavored Senior Brother Gong Beastmen: Pineapple flavored Beastmen Gong Ghost Spirits: Snow Pear Flavored Dead Gong Ancient Time: Grape Flavored Regent Gong Apocalypse: Banana Flavored Boss Gong Interstellar: Pomegranate Flavored Sentinel Gong Modern: Citrus Flavored Aristocrat Gong Mecha: Sweet Jujube flavored Lunar New Year Gong Ancient Time: Durian Flavored Battle God Gong Magic: Watermelon Flavored Blackened Gong Cultivation: Cherry Flavored Disciple Gong Fantasy: Blueberry Flavored Demon King Gong Celestial World: Bayberry flavored Senior Immortal Gong Not my novel ! Not my translation ! Translators: KunLin, TaoTao, SilverRain, Bluemoon. Editors: Amaris, Grump, Mimishijie, Rubhyl, Vez, Blarghette Release Schedule: Sporadic Source : Chrysanthemum garden It's not gonna be completed as the translator have stopped translating this !!
Tour_Freak · 500.7K Views

egg and I .... winning the heart

1946, Betty McDonald’s whimsical autobiography was as popular as baked beans; now it’s almost completely forgotten, but, tellingly, still in print. Alas, after an hour or two with The Egg & I, it was excruciatingly obvious that Betty McDonald’s book is not a classic. On some weeks, there might be as many as five competing challenges for each nonfiction slot, but rarely as straightforward as this. Literary classics cluster on the north face of Parnassus. For this vertiginous terrain there are different sherpas. Italo Calvino says that a classic is “a book that has never finished what it wants to say”. Ezra Pound identifies “a certain eternal and irresponsible freshness”; TS Eliot, much more astringent, observed in The Sacred Wood that “no modern language can hope to produce a classic, in the sense I have called Virgil a classic”. Alan Bennett wryly notes: “Definition of a classic: a book everyone is assumed to have read and often thinks they have.” Among nonfiction classics, the most treacherous category is that creature beloved of publishers – “the contemporary classic”. A second cousin to that notorious impostor is the “instant classic”. Such books will have been judged by slippery criteria: popular and literary critical fashion, a changing marketplace and new technology, bestseller lists and hype. In the past 100 years, a familiar palette of blurbish adjectives has given shape and colour to a moving target: provocative, outrageous, prophetic, groundbreaking, funny, disturbing, revolutionary, moving, inspiring, life-changing, subversive… a portrait of sir walter raleigh wearing a brocaded and beaded doublet The 100 best nonfiction books: No 99 – The History of the World by Walter Raleigh (1614) Read more This list raises another troubling question: is nonfiction “the new fiction”? There are some good writers who will argue that this is so, but I believe that nonfiction (which can sometimes successfully bring together many genres) is not, strictly speaking, a genre of its own. Creatively – yes – using narrative techniques borrowed from fiction, it’s possible to give certain kinds of nonfiction the aura of a distinct new genre. Yet, at the end of the day, “nonfiction” fractures into time-hallowed categories such as philosophy, memoir, history, reportage and poetry (see below), etc. This is particularly true of “nonfiction classics” from the 18th and 19th centuries, titles such as A Treatise of Human Nature by David Hume or On Liberty by JS Mill. By that yardstick, a recent classic will be quite distinct, chiefly because its literary and cultural milieu is so different
Zabi_Khan_1535 · 2K Views

Kissing my Enemy. Book 1

Alice Adams had a dream since she was young. And that dream was soon coming true. After taking her debate club to nationals last spring and winning, Alice finds herself face to face with the team captain of Harvard's University's Debate Team, who offers her a seat in their team with a full scholarship if she ever decides to apply in the future. She found herself already seeing a future in Boston, away from the small town of Wistfield. It wasn't until weeks after senior year started, she was called to the principal's office and was told that she'd have to fight for her seat with another co-star of the debate team, Hunter Bao, who was the definition of a scholar. Hunter was your average blonde dweeb scholar who was sure to become a successful person in whatever career path he chose. Unfortunately for Alice, Hunter's dream was to become a debater just like her. And all he wanted was to attend Harvard as a pre-law major and member of Harvard's Debate Team. They had no business with each other, so fighting for the seat shouldn’t be a problem—or not. After both being forced to have a heated kiss in front of the whole school at a Halloween Party. Both Alice and Hunter can’t seem to stay away from each other. Not because they wanted to be next to each other, but it was like the world was pushing them together. Two opposite magnets being shoved by a horrible force. With the heated tension and strange sexual attraction, they were both starting to feel their rivalry as something more. Can Alice and Hunter both withstand the pressure from their family, team, friends, school, and competition. Or can they save each other, and find something more worthwhile. _________________________________________ +18 content ------------------------------------- *** "Can I kiss you," he says playfully. My eyes widened so much I thought my eyes were about to burst. I took my hand away from his chest, his whole body falling back down on the tube. "What?" He narrowed his eyes, almost annoyed by my reaction. "I want to kiss you." I could have shouted at him. Yelled at him. Spatted at him. But instead I stared at him, my head empty as I looked at a totally different person. He moved his hands from my thigh to my cheek, caressing it softly. I should've flinched, punched him in the face, broke his glasses and made him eat it. Even if he was intoxicated I would have made him eat his words—I mean he was Hunter after all. But I didn't, instead I let him touch me. HIM of all people. "W-what is wrong with you," I stutter. He looks deeply into my eyes, taking me in fully. I've never seen him like this before—in this type of way. The nerdy quiet boy was gone. What stood before me was a lustful man who had the eyes of a hungry beast. He was . . . hot . . . hot as fuck, and it was about to drive me mad. "We kissed before, let's do it again," he smiles. I push his hand away. "You're insane! How much did you drink!" His mouth moves in a smirkish way, and my breath stops when I see the small dimples forming on his hollow cheeks. "Insane for you perhaps."
Queen_Legend · 3.2K Views

The Devil Lackey

The bloodied and battered body fell to the ground with an ominous thud. Leona breath stuck in her throat as her slid further in the dark. He didn’t see her. She hoped the murderer didn’t see or hear her. “Tsk.” She heard the Demon Prince, Ryan click his tongue as his sword dripped the victim’s blood tainting the Phoenix Palace pristine floor. He was humming a foreign tune offhandedly. Her blood ran cold as he bent and grabbed the dead Marquis by his hair and threw him aside out of entryway. The deceased had committed a list of heinous crimes but not even the Imperial Army dared touch him. She was inside the closet and buried herself further in, getting away from the ajar door that displayed horrors. “Won’t you come out?” His casual indifferent comment after a bored sigh halted her. She cupped her mouth not to utter a single word as tears streamed down her face. She prayed he would leave without discovering her. But her brightest stars were hidden behind a cloudy sky today because she heard next the footsteps tearing the silence of the night. Her heart thumped together to join the rhythm as his humming went on. The wardrobe door opened with a dreadful creak and her breathing turned uneven. He smirked with wide amused eyes. “Is that a snoopy rat I see?” Leona shook her head as her body shook, “I-I didn’t see anything!” “Of course, you didn’t.” He whispered through his dimpled smile. He held her flailing wrist and pulled her out of the closet with a single pull that made her lose balance and fall on his chest. As she landed, she squirmed to get out of his arms but he pushed her on the now shut closet. “Please! Don’t kill me, please!” He tipped her head up with his index finger under her chin and hummed, “Duke’s Croft only daughter, motherless, prominent socialite, heir of the Penta mines.” He was listing off her life assets? “Please…” He scoffed as his bloodied gloved hand cupped her face, “Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart. Why would I do that?” He kissed her sweaty temple “You are going to be a perfect lover.” . Leona Croft isn’t your normal girl; she was assassinated at the age of 21, a day before her wedding with the Second Prince, Sean. But God had mercy on her and she is reborn four years earlier. It took her dying to realize she regretted too many things, to list a few, her loveless engagement, her miserable status as her step-mother’s puppet in the family and whatever dragged her under her killer’s blade. This time she wants to do it right: find love, covet wealth and live a life of privileges. But wait! Why is the ruthless crazy Crown Prince forcing her in a corner to be his wife and accomplice in his life of crime after, just because she witnessed him committing a murder of the corrupt Marquis?! Is her life going to spiral out of control once more?! Or does the Crown Prince want more than her wicked brains?
Saberina_Sol · 2.4K Views
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