I Just Wanna Die

Even as an orphan, Ash had it all. Top of his academy. Admired by men and women. Sponsors lined up to claim him. Until his affinity test revealed him to be A null. Affinity-less. Magicless. He was thrown out like garbage. Exiled like a plague-bearer. Abandoned in a mutant-infested wasteland, Ash was meant to die quietly. Forgotten, like a torn scrap of paper. Instead, he found something. A sickness that loved him. A god that claimed him. A forest that remade him. He walked out of the wasteland with a new faith. And now, he’s here to heal the world. One infection at a time. ============================= TLDR : 1. Surviving sickness/poison/venom/curse = awaken power. 2. Poison A + Venom B = New disease! = New power! 3. MC is a cult leader!? He can 'bless' his followers with diseases!? 4. Wasteland is not ordinary wasteland!? It's actually Earth's *** !? Gain more power related to bio*** !!?!

Your loved one was murdered. You know who did it, but they walked free. What would you do? The system failed them... So they built their own. Where guilt has consequences. And what is sown is reaped. Someone always pays. The only question is... how much?

Li Yuan lives a humble life in Green Mist Village, tending crops and teaching children to farm. But beneath his simple exterior lies a buried truth: he was once Xiao Tianmie, a multiversal being feared across realms—so powerful that even his name causes rifts in reality. After a brutal confrontation with a divine enforcer named Ashborne, Li Yuan’s past begins to unravel. To protect his village from an approaching apocalypse known as The Harrower, he awakens an ancient system tied to godly relics he once wielded in another life. But he can’t face destiny alone. Before leaving on his quest, he plants thirty Seedbuds—humanlike guardians born from his spirit—to defend the village in his absence. As Li Yuan ventures into cursed lands like the Valley of Echoing Dust to reclaim the relics of his past, powerful enemies awaken, old allies stir, and the balance between worlds begins to tilt. But through it all, one truth remains: > He is just a farmer… …and gods should fear what grows in silence.

(Note: - Read the auxiliary chapter first.) In a world where Beast Tamers command respect and wealth, Kai is nothing but a street rat, scraping by on the streets of Ashenford. Orphaned and despised by townsfolk, he's learned to expect nothing more than cold stares and cruel words. His life takes an unexpected turn when he stumbles across an injured beast deep in the wilderness. Kai nurses the creature, forming an unspoken bond that will alter his fate, and he begins to see the harsh realities of a world ruled by power, status, and secrets. #Another note- since it's slice of life, initial chapters will be slow, then it will pick up pace a bit of pace. --------- No r@pe shît, no ntr.

SHADOWFLAME “If you could decide what’s real… would you choose the truth?” In the endless city of Vandral, nothing is remembered — and nothing forgotten. Beneath ashen skies and grinding steel, truth is no longer found — it’s manufactured. The state speaks in the voice of order: “Security is truth. Truth is structure.” But behind the mirrors, something else watches. Kael was told that fire purifies. That burning leads to freedom. He knows now: that was a lie. Hunted by memories that shouldn't exist, haunted by a voice that should be dead, Kael finds himself caught between the machines of empire and the shadows of rebellion. In secret catacombs, contracts are written in blood. In archives of liquid memory, people vanish before they’re ever known. And in Kael’s hand: a flame that doesn’t burn — it freezes. As reality fractures and forbidden forces stir beneath the surface, Kael must confront a terrifying question: What if he’s already dead… and this world is his punishment? From the depths of imperial silence to the whispers of the underground, five powers wage a war of unseen truths. But there is a sixth path — a force that doesn't ask what is possible, only what was necessary. Shadowflame is a dystopian dark fantasy about memory, identity, and the cost of knowing. And Kael is about to learn that the most dangerous thing in a world built on lies… is the truth.

He died at the age of 32. In the real world, he never achieved anything. But there was one thing he had mastered: games. When he opened his eyes again, nothing made sense. This place looked like a game — but it wasn’t a simulation, and there were no simple quest logs. No rules were explained. No one offered guidance. Only floors lay ahead. Each one a new trial. A new choice. A new threat. No one has ever cleared this game. Maybe that’s why… it’s his turn now. He will either rise— Or vanish without a trace. Rise or Die Not everyone gets a second chance. But he did. And this time, he won’t stop until the end.

Eliot, a 17-year-old boy burdened by one of the cruelest childhoods imaginable, lives each day like it’s a punishment. Homeless at thirteen, working three part-time jobs to survive, and bullied for being poor — his only goal now is to quietly complete a secret bucket list before taking his own life. But when he accidentally witnesses a monstrous creature attacking a mysterious girl one night, Eliot’s world changes forever. In desperation, the girl sinks her fangs into his neck — and discovers something terrifying in his blood. She can't stop drinking. She can’t let him die. And now, she can’t let him

Born into apathy, raised in silence, and named after garbage, Fugomi never asked to exist. Surrounded by cold hands and colder hearts, his first word was the insult his parents threw at him—"trash." With no love to anchor him, Fugomi drifts through early life as a ghost in his own story, unwanted and unseen. But beneath the neglect, a flicker of awareness grows. As he stumbles through a world that never wanted him, Fugomi begins to question the meaning of his name, his identity, and whether he is doomed to be nothing more than what others have called him. His journey is not one of grand destiny, but of painful self-reclamation—from Fugomi, the discarded, to Kaito, the one who chooses to live. Told through fractured memories, raw inner monologues, and a lingering sense of dread, The Boy Named Trash is a haunting dive into emotional abandonment, childhood isolation, and the fragile power of choosing your own name when no one else will.

I was supposed to die five minutes in. That was the job—show up, monologue badly, get one-shot by the protagonist, and respawn next patch with worse stats. But then... the game crashed. And when I woke up, I wasn’t just Zerik the Tutorial Boss—I was Zerik the Bugged. Glitched stats, busted skills, a cursed pop-up I can’t close, and a system that keeps calling me the “Final Boss Candidate.” Worse? The protagonist missed his spawn point, the hero’s party is late, and the NPCs think I’m some legendary reborn deity who speaks only in cryptic memes and sarcastic rants. Now I’ve got: A mana-draining cat familiar that drinks espresso. A passive that makes every important character misinterpret my words as prophecy. And a System window that keeps throwing "balance patches" at me mid-fight like it's a game dev on caffeine. I didn’t ask to be the villain. I didn’t even ask to be alive. But if this world wants a Final Boss, fine—I’ll give them one. Right after I figure out how to close this damn tutorial.

You have died. Returning to last checkpoint... Ethan Vale wakes up in a brutal survival game where death isn't the end — it's the beginning. Gifted with the power to rewind time every time he dies, Ethan must outwit monsters, players, and fate itself. But each death breaks something inside him. In Erebus Gate, the game remembers everything — and so must he. Re:Death — I Return Every Time I Die

The boardroom was a wall of glass and judgment. At exactly 8:59 AM, Arielle pushed through the doors in a sharp navy dress that clung to her like confidence had been stitched into every seam. Her heels echoed across the floor as she approached the long, polished table where half a dozen stone-faced executives sat, murmuring over papers and steaming coffee. Dominic was already seated at the head of the table. He didn't look at her. Not at first. But he felt her enter. Just like gravity feels the moon. She took her spot near the screen, placed the tablet in front of her, and exhaled slowly. "You ready?" Dominic asked quietly, his voice low, unreadable. She turned to him with a sharp smile. "Born ready." He finally met her gaze—and for a second, something flickered behind his eyes. Not approval. Not yet. But something… closer than before. "Gentlemen," Dominic said to the table. "This is Arielle Sinclair. She'll be walking you through the market projections and proposed strategy updates for Q3." One of the older men raised a brow. "Her?" Arielle didn't flinch. "Yes. Me," she said, smiling sweetly. "Try to keep up." There was a pause—half stunned, half amused—and then, silence She launched into her presentation. And she nailed it. Clear. Sharp. Confident. She wasn't just parroting facts; she owned the numbers. Her explanations were quick, her slides precise, and her delivery unapologetically fierce. For the first time, they weren't looking at her legs or her lipstick. They were looking at her mind. And Dominic? He watched every second like a man watching a match ignite in a room full of gas. At one point, their eyes locked—and she saw it. A crack in his armor. Not desire. Not annoyance. But something like… respect. And it made her stomach flip in a way no designer bag ever had. When she concluded with a succinct, "Any questions?" the room was quiet. Then, one of the board members nodded. "Well done, Miss Sinclair. Concise and well-structured." Dominic didn't say a word. But his fingers drummed once against the table. A silent approval. The meeting ended. As the board members filed out, Dominic remained seated, watching her. She turned to him slowly. "Well?" she asked. He stood, approached, and said nothing until he was directly in front of her. "You surprised them." "And you?" His gaze dropped to her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again. "I don't surprise easily." She stepped closer. "You didn't think I could do it." "I knew you could," he said, voice dark and steady. "I just didn't know if you would." She tilted her head. "So what now?" His eyes raked over her—not with lust, but with something more dangerous. Calculating. Hungry. "Now," he said slowly, "I stop holding back." She inhaled sharply. "What does that mean?" "It means if you're staying in this game, you better be ready to lose sometimes." She licked her lips. "I never lose." He smirked—slow, wolfish. "We'll see." And he walked out first. But this time? She followed with her chin high, her stride proud, and fire crackling in her chest. She hadn't just passed the test. She'd lit the room on fire. The hallway was quiet after the boardroom storm, but Arielle's heels still echoed like a victory march. She was glowing. Not just from the adrenaline of her flawless presentation, but from something else—something hotter, deeper. The way Dominic had looked at her afterward wasn't just professional respect. It was a crack in his walls. And she intended to widen it. She pressed the button for the elevator, and just as the doors slid open, a shadow fell over her shoulder. Dominic. Of course. He stepped in beside her without a word, towering, silent, composed. The doors closed. Silence. Tension. Air that thickened with each passing floor. She stood beside him, not touching, but close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. Close enough to catch a whiff of his cologne—clean, dark, devasta

After being harassed and then blamed for it, Hazel becomes the villain in front of everyone's eyes. She thinks life cannot get any worse, but she is proven wrong when her parents give her the biggest shock of her life: an arranged marriage. Or is it only getting better... But after having her trust broken so many times, will she be able to trust someone in such an intimate relationship now?

Numerous rocks fell from the sky into all the oceans and for a moment humanity thought they were under attack by an unknown existence from Space, but years passed and nothing happened, however, people started awakening strange abilities. The balance of the world shifted immediately. Some of the awakeners wanted total control of the world, others wanted the world to develop faster now that magic was applicable, while some awakeners just wanted a stage where they could test their abilities. The awakeners were immediately split into various parts but the Major part known by everyone were the Heroes side and the Villains side. The villains wanted control. They wanted to be feared, why the heroes wanted the world to prosper while they protect the normal citizens. Losing his parents due to a bomb blast, Simon vowed to give his sister the best parental love that could exist, but what happened when his sister's life was under threat by a villain. He tried to save her but as a normal human with no powers, it was like a child stepping forward to challenge God. Simon died pathetically, Shamelessly, Hopelessly, Disgracefully, however death wasn't the end for him. He revived again, and again.  [Congratulations! The Host has leveled up]

He cursed the book. A world of swords and sorcery. A chosen hero. A demon invasion. And an ending where everyone dies no hope, no survivors. When Kiran wakes up inside that very novel, not as the hero, not even as a villain, but as a nameless extra, an orphaned commoner with no talent and no future, his first thought is simple: "I'm screwed." But fate isn’t done playing games. In a world where magic flows like air and one’s potential is determined by how fast they can circulate mana, Kiran is hopelessly slow. Armed with nothing but fractured knowledge from a book and a stubborn refusal to die, Kiran sets out to survive the academy where nobles, knights, and prodigies gather and where the seeds of the world’s destruction are quietly taking root. As cracks begin to appear in the fate of the world, and the truth behind demons and destiny unravels, Kiran realizes he wasn’t reborn to become a hero. He was reborn to do what the hero couldn’t.

A person who has spent his entire life overlooked, ignored, and forgotten. Struggling with deep loneliness and a desperate hunger for acknowledgment, he crosses a line that shocks society and brings him the attention he never had.

They were never lovers. Never promised each other anything beyond the shared responsibility of raising the most powerful, chaotic child the realms had ever seen. Lara, the infamous ex-commander with fire in her veins and mischief in her smile, walked away from war, titles, and politics—only to find herself tangled in a life she never expected. A life where she’s not the hero, not the villain, just the co-parent to a half-demon, half-Celestial whirlwind named Aliyah… and tethered, every single day, to the woman who both grounds her and keeps her at a distance. Sarisa, heir to the Celestial throne, is everything Lara is not—elegant, disciplined, devoted to duty. Once playful and soft, Sarisa has reshaped herself into something unshakable, a future queen too burdened to risk vulnerability. Especially when the court whispers that her daughter is an abomination. Especially when her mother has chosen a future and a spouse that doesn’t include Lara. They said they could raise Aliyah together. That it would be simple. No feelings. No future. Just two women bound by responsibility. But Aliyah is growing. Watching. Asking questions no child should ask with such clarity. And Lara is running out of ways to lie to herself. Because somewhere between sword lessons and bedtime stories, between stolen glances and unsaid words, Lara might have done the one thing she swore she wouldn’t. She might have fallen in love with the woman who was never meant to be hers. And Sarisa? She might already be breaking under the weight of pretending she doesn’t feel the same.

Original cover, Mpreg. Many couples

For Arata Itsuki, life is a movie where he's just a background character. His mission is simple: be invisible, graduate peacefully, and never get involved in the drama of the main characters. He is a master observer, and his primary subject is Aizawa Nanami—the goddess of perfection, the school idol whose life seems flawless. Their worlds were never meant to intersect, save for one anomaly: the cold hatred Aizawa Nanami always directs at him, a mystery too exhausting for Arata to solve. But his gray routine is shattered when he witnesses the tragedy that takes Nanami's life right before his eyes. That horror should have been the end of an ordinary day, but for Arata, it was just the beginning. He wakes up on the same day. Again, and again. Trapped in a prison of time, Arata soon realizes the only rule in this loop of fate: the day resets every time Aizawa Nanami meets a tragic end. Arata, the apathetic background character, is now forced to be the hero in a story that isn't his. The problem is, how do you save someone who wants nothing to do with you? Someone whose gaze could freeze your blood? With each repetition, Arata begins to see the cracks behind Nanami's perfect mask. He soon understands that the accident was no coincidence, but the climax of an unseen suffering hidden behind the goddess's smile. To break the cycle, Arata must become not only her protector, but also a detective, unraveling a past trauma that is the root of Nanami's hatred for him. Faced with a repeating destiny, Arata must find the answer to an impossible question: IF I DIE TOMORROW, WILL YOU CRY TODAY?

She was a gamer girl. Then the power went out. While trying to fix her cursed Wi-Fi router during a blackout, she triggered a glitch in reality—and got yanked through a portal into another world. Now she’s trapped in the body of a ridiculously attractive male warlord with legendary abs, a sword she doesn't know how to swing, and a destiny she never signed up for. Worse? Everyone wants him. Men want to follow him. Women want to own him. He just wants to find a reset button... right after a few more “exploration nights.” Armed with sarcasm, gaming instincts, and no idea how to pee standing up, she's about to conquer armies, hearts, and her own gender confusion. Probably in that order. She logged on for better Wi-Fi. Now she’s the most wanted warlord in the realm. Send help. Or snacks.

Evelyn and Andrew are the most envied couple in nova med hospital. They really are perfect. Andrew the head surgeon and Evelyn the nurse. But overnight their lives turn upside down. There is a serial killer roaming free and there are so many cases that Evelyn does not feel safe in her own house. Andrew is arrested and she is relived... till another body shows up . Can the jail bars keep her safe from her own fate ???

In a world consumed by endless war and ancient hatred, Mirai, a young Mezarian outcast, survives a brutal battlefield only to face a bizarre destiny. After a miraculous encounter with an enigmatic entity, he discovers a terrifying truth: each time he dies, he takes over the body of his killer. This cycle of violent rebirth fuels Mirai's resolve. Driven by the suffering he's endured and the ruin of his people, his ultimate goal is to dismantle the oppressive empire and forge a new world from its ashes. But to truly succeed, Mirai knows he must first unravel the profound mysteries of the extraordinary power that binds him to this endless, deadly cycle.

When Fiction becomes reality and every country's folktales and myths come alive how will people adapt to survive?

From the creators of '1000 Ways To Die' comes another very bloody (very edgy) story. After a witch puts a curse on an office tower, all those involved start to die off one by one.

Ravien Duskbane, the youngest and most feared admiral in history, believed in only one thing: victory. Praised for his brilliance, feared for his ruthlessness—everything was under his control. Until one night, he woke up in a body that wasn’t his. Now, he was trapped in the body of a forgotten character from a novel he could barely remember. And worst of all? This body could not die. Every wound healed. Every attempt at death ended in failure. Even his one desire—death—was denied to him. But Ravien refused to submit. If he was truly going to die, it wouldn’t be as someone weak or insignificant. First, he would rise. Then, he would conquer. He would bring the world to its knees. And in the end, he would reach the peak—just to find a death worthy of him. --- [General Content Warning – Please Read Before Proceeding] Dear reader, This novel explores many shades of darkness. Throughout the story, you will encounter graphic violence, bodily distortion (body horror), psychological breakdown, unethical experimentation, and scenes that test the limits of human nature. Though purely fictional, the writing may at times feel disturbingly real. It may not be suitable for sensitive readers. But if you're ready to step into the darkness— Welcome. --- (EXTRA TAGS: Dark fantasy, Low science fiction, Body horror, Morally ambiguous characters, R18 content, Absurd fiction, Weird fiction, Cosmic horror, Multiple points of view, Slow worldbuilding, Occasional humor, Dark family theme, Sexual content without romance, No harem, Epic dark journey, Entity-focused narration, Entropic universe theme, Narrator ambiguity, Intuitive storytelling, Experimental structure, Fragmented information delivery, Ritualistic atmosphere, Aesthetic of silence and emptiness, Unreliable narrator, Detailed visual depiction, Dark everyday life, God complex, Corruption arc, Psychological horror, Alienation, Power, Consciousness, Loss of control, Ruthlessness, Despair, Chaos, Search for truth, Identity crisis, Body politics, Divinity, Loyalty and betrayal, Trauma, Cannibalism, Living environments, The extinction of natural innocence.)

Chloe Moore fell from grace, was bullied every day from her peers, and even assaulted on a daily basis. She wishes to disappear, but that is her fantasy. After being accused of hurting the most popular girl in school, she must apologize to her. Instead, she is greeted with a fall out the window, and a new world awaits her. Her fall landed her luckily in the arms of the handsome Emperor of that world. As she became the Saintess of that Empire, another enemy Empire had obtained a saintess. All of a sudden, Chloe also doesn't want to be in this world either, but she has a mission to fulfill many hindering tasks. "Welcome, young messanger of the goddess!"

The cover art is not mine. All credit goes to the original artist. If the creator wishes for it to be removed, I will do so immediately. Dearil is trapped in a cruel time loop. No matter what he does, he always dies before his 21st birthday — stabbed, pushed, sick, or worse. Every time he dies, he wakes up again as a baby, forced to relive his life with no escape. After countless cycles, Dearil is tired, broken, and desperate. This time, he decides to live alone and avoid everyone. But will isolation really save him… or is fate already written his future?

a young man tired of it all wants to end his life when he runs into a peculiar girl and through there shared suffering in life they learn to find there way in life using love but is it enough to free them from the shackles of there anguish ?