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Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

I died as a hardcore gamer, only to open my eyes in a cultivation fantasy I once played. Not as the hero. Not even as a helpful mentor. or a big villian... But as the cannon fodder destined to die before the first act even concludes. I recognize this world instantly—the sprawling mansions of nobility, the immortal sects hidden in misty mountains, the power hierarchy where cultivators stand above common folk. I've played through this story dozens of times, defeated every hidden boss, unlocked every secret ending. And now I'm trapped inside it, wearing the skin of the game's first villain. My position? The worthless young master of a prestigious family, universally despised yet secretly possessing a dormant bloodline that nobody in-game ever discovered because this character dies too quickly. But something is wrong. Characters are behaving differently than they did in the game. Events are unfolding in unexpected ways. The cold beauty who should immediately despise me seems strangely interested in my skills. The vixen villianess who orchestrated my demise now studies me with curiosity. Is my presence changing the storyline? Or was there always more to this world than what players could see through their screens? With each deviation from the script I memorized, my meta-knowledge becomes less reliable. Yet it remains my greatest weapon as I navigate political intrigue, forge unlikely alliances, and desperately work to awaken powers that were never meant to be unlocked by a character designed only to die. I refuse to be expendable. I reject the role assigned to me. In a world where destiny is supposedly predetermined, I will rewrite the algorithm itself—or break the entire system trying.
haytham_ · 1.1M Views

MONSTER HOUSE: MY MONSTROUSITY FAMILY

NOTE: IF YOU'RE SENSETIVE TO GORE STORIES PLEASE, DON'T READ: In the beast-world of Burmurlerk, Queen Yrmeta, a powerful, dragon-like monarch blessed with primal elemental magic, once ruled in peace. But her reign shattered when members of her own court, nobles, governors, even distant kin, accused her of consorting with the forbidden forces of the Ancienty Seven of Deadly Beings, ancient entities tied to corruption and apocalyptic power. Betrayed from within, war erupted. Yrmeta’s realm burned. Many of her bloodline, cousins, nieces, nephews, siblings, and older children, were killed. With her kingdom crumbling, she fled through a rift to Earth with only her husband Lord Velkan, her sister Aunt Tyrraline, and four of her surviving children (ages 25, 23, 21, and 19). On Earth, Yrmeta entered a conscious stasis, a living crystal cocoon, to heal. During her slumber, she magically bore eleven more children, all gifted, monstrous, or strange. Among them is the youngest: Elian, now 14 years old, seemingly human, but only Tyrraline and Velkan know the truth of his origins. The family, now living undercover in the human world, poses as eccentric and homeschooled while navigating schools, jobs, and the modern world. Aunt Tyrraline acts as the sharp-tongued matriarch, enforcing secrecy and stability within the chaos of their monstrous household. Yrmeta, even in slumber, can communicate telepathically, but only with Elian. Despite appearing fully human, Elian is loved deeply by his siblings. He alone can hear their mother’s voice in dreams, where cryptic warnings and impossible memories hint at a deeper destiny, one possibly tied to The Seventh, an unnamed and sealed entity from the Ancienty. While the family tries to live peacefully, strange phenomena escalate. Elian’s dreams grow darker. A new substitute teacher, Mr. Cane, appears with unnatural timing and eerie knowledge. His gaze pierces Elian’s disguise. And then, nightmares begin manifesting physically. Behind the veil of human life, Yrmeta’s enemies, and the true power of the Ancienty Seven, begin to stir again. And Elian, whether he likes it or not, may be the key that unlocks both the past’s truth and the future’s destruction.
KLOVE7_7 · 1.1K Views

My Void System

In a world where power is woven into the soul by birthright, seven elemental Threads govern all existence—Flame, Tide, Gale, Stone, Light, Shadow, and Spark. These primordial forces shape the very fabric of reality, granting every child an Affinity drawn from the Source. To be born is to awaken to power. To awaken is to serve the weave. From peasant to emperor, none escape the loom of destiny. But destiny is a lie carefully spun. Long before Valeria’s spires reached skyward, before mortals were crowned with flame and storm, there was an Eighth Thread—Void. Unnamed and unbound, it defied the order of the Seven. Where others commanded element and form, Void offered choice. And choice... was dangerous. So they erased it. Buried its memory. Purged its name. And rewrote the world without it. Centuries pass, and the weave remains unbroken—until a single child is born without a Thread. Kael Draevyn, a boy with no Affinity, marked as a flaw in a perfect world. Cast out, forgotten, and broken by a system that denies his very existence. But when lightning cleaves the sky and the Source shudders, the Void stirs once more. Now awakened to a system unlike any before—the Void Engine—Kael finds himself outside the laws of power, a ghost in a world of flames and crowns. Hunted for what he is. Feared for what he could become. And with every step he takes, the ancient lie begins to unravel. The weave is fraying. The forgotten Thread has returned. And Kael must decide: will he mend the world that cast him out—or become the chaos it cannot contain?
cgwrites · 10.4K Views

Reincarnated as a Mushroom?

BLURB > He was reborn by mistake. Raised with purpose. Loved by a god. Worshipped by monsters. And the galaxy doesn’t stand a fucking chance. Irvine’s soul took one wrong turn through the wheel of karma and woke up in a body grown by an intergalactic hivemind goddess with boundary issues and galaxy-sized ambition. Now he’s the golden child of a psychic swarm that feeds on control and burns whole worlds for affection. With Crystal at the helm, warriors like Kimchi, relic-weapons like Kiya, and a council of psionic horrors eager to call him king, Irvine must choose what kind of god he wants to be. Because when a hivemind learns to love... ...it doesn’t know when to stop. The universe will kneel—or get devoured trying. SYNOPSIS Irvine didn’t ask to be reincarnated, but the cosmos had other plans. And it didn’t hand him a cheat code or a clean slate—just one random boon, selected by an uncaring divine roulette wheel. Good karma? Bad karma? Balanced as all fuck. Now he's reborn in the body of a psionically tuned alien hybrid, raised from psychic infancy by Crystal, the hivemind queen of a race so advanced they’ve abandoned individuality for shared omniscience. All except her baby boy. Irvine is the singularity inside the swarm, the first soul allowed to think, dream, and desire independently. Trained by warriors like Kimchi, advised by bio-symbiotes like Kiya, loved ferociously by hive sisters like Diane, and shadowed by powers ancient and unnamed, Irvine is both weapon and wielder, saint and sacrifice. But empires don’t run on hugs and handjobs. As Crystal expands her dominion—across star systems and sentient nebulae—Irvine must lead the charge through blood, fire, and psionic flame. His soul is still human. His body? Engineered for extinction. His heart? Not entirely his anymore.
LITTLE_LYTA · 110.9K Views

The President Fell for His White House Cleaner

Meet Eleanor "Ellie" Chen, a spirited and somewhat clumsy 38-year-old woman whose life takes an unexpected detour from her quiet hometown in a powerful, unnamed Eastern nation to the bustling heart of the United States (the "Most Powerful Nation"). After a series of bewildering mishaps and an immigration snafu she still can't quite explain, Ellie finds herself with one peculiar job offer: a cleaner at the illustrious White House. Armed with her trusty mop, an unusual knack for attracting chaos, and a complete lack of filter, Ellie is a fish out of water in the highly formal, meticulously ordered world of presidential politics. From accidentally flooding the Oval Office to mistaking a foreign dignitary for a lost delivery man, her tenure at the White House is a constant source of eye-rolling exasperation and bewildered amusement for the staff. Enter President Jonathan "Jon" Sterling, the most powerful man in the world. He's known for his decisive nature, his sharp wit, and a surprisingly short fuse when it comes to presidential protocol. Initially, Ellie is nothing more than a bizarre, yet oddly charming, nuisance. But as her unvarnished honesty, unexpected insights, and hilarious misadventures slowly chip away at his presidential facade, Jon finds himself inexplicably drawn to this woman who sees past the title to the man underneath. "The President Fell for His White House Cleaner" is a hilarious, heartwarming, and utterly improbable romantic comedy about an ordinary woman stumbling into the most extraordinary of love stories. With a backdrop of White House antics, laugh-out-loud misunderstandings, and a sprinkling of international intrigue from Ellie's mysterious past, this novel proves that love can blossom in the most unlikely of places, even between the leader of the free world and his favorite — and most chaotic — cleaner.
xiandan · 11.9K Views

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME

THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME A Darkly Romantic Tale of Obsession, Forbidden Longing, and a Love That Won’t Be Ignored --- "I was supposed to hate him. Then he stole me." Sarah Jane, a quiet 17-year-old with a heart too tender for her own good, never asked for the attention of Andrew Knight—the ruthless, coldly beautiful CEO of AK Corporation. She certainly never expected to be dragged into his world, forced to live under his roof, or subjected to his unnerving gaze that seems to strip her soul bare. But Andrew Knight doesn’t ask. He takes. After a chance encounter awakens a long-buried obsession, Andrew whisks Sarah away to his gilded mansion, claiming her as his own. Yet this is no fairy tale—this is a war. He replaces her old things with expensive replicas—identical, but better. He watches her sleep, tucking her in with hands that could crush empires. He memorizes her sighs, counts her blushes, and hates how much he craves her fear. And Sarah? She should resist. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Andrew Knight didn’t just steal her freedom. He stole the broken pieces of her heart—and refuses to give them back. --- WHY IT WORKS: “HE NOTICED HER FOUR YEARS AGO.” (Flashbacks reveal Andrew has been watching since her school speech. That photo in his drawer? Just the beginning.) “SHE LEFT HER DOOR UNLOCKED ON PURPOSE.” (And he knows it. The midnight temple kiss? Neither of them will admit it happened.) “THE COCKROACH SCENE.” (A bug makes him yank her into his chest. His heartbeat? Faster than hers.) “SAM, THE ULTIMATE CHAOS GREMLIN.” (“Andrew, if you keep glaring at her, she’ll think you hate her.” Andrew: “Good.” —Lies. Lies everywhere.) “THE ‘ONLY YOU’ WHISPER IN THE MAYBACH.” (His car. His rules. Her in the passenger seat. No one else.) --- TROPES YOU’LL DEVOUR: "Touch Her and You Die" Energy Forced Proximity (One mansion. Two stubborn hearts.) "Who Hurt You?" Backstories Slow Burn (So slow it burns the house down) Possessive AF CEO (“Look at me, Sarah. Only me.”) --- FINAL HOOK: "He was supposed to be her prison. Instead, he became her addiction." --- READ IF YOU DARE: You love morally grey men who loathe their own weakness. You live for heroines who are soft but never weak. You need a slow burn that hurts so good. --- WARNING: This story contains: Unresolved sexual tension (So much glaring.) A CEO who doesn’t know how to relax (But tries for her.) Sam. (Just… Sam.) --- THE KNIGHT WHO STOLE ME (Because love isn’t given. It’s claimed.)
Sharadox_5371 · 20.6K Views

The Whisper of a Crown

In the vast seas beyond, she is known as Lyra Marie Stonehaven, the only princess of the United Kingdom of Eldoria. Born as the youngest child and only daughter of King Caspian, a sovereign of a vast empire, she bears the constant burden of royal duty and the unyielding scrutiny of the public. Her days are meticulously orchestrated, filled with state dinners, diplomatic meetings, and charity galas, each step scrutinized and every word memorized. She embodies regal perfection, the living symbol of millennia of tradition and expectation. Driven by an unshakeable yearning for something more, she vanished without a trace, leaving her crown and inheritance behind. Now, in the pulsating, anonymous heart of a faraway country's vibrant music scene, she's known only as "Anya Spencer", an enigmatic singer and songwriter whose raw, emotional lyrics and captivating melodies have taken the globe by storm. Her concerts sell out in minutes, her albums break streaming records, and her face graces magazine covers worldwide. Like a modern-day phenomenon, she's achieved the kind of meteoric rise and devoted fanbase that rivals can’t even keep up. Here, amidst the flashing lights and liberating anonymity, she's found a freedom in which her previous life could never offer, living out loud through her music. It's a dangerous double life, where one wrong step, one glimpse of her true identity, could shatter her empire of sound and drag her back to the life she desperately fled. But one night, her worst nightmare happened.
ruangrrit · 2K Views

Game of lmmortality

Live what you want, and wish for what you desire, but don’t forget to put a limit to your wishes... for a day might come when they come true in a way you never dreamed of, and then you’ll realize how foolish you were. I was one of those few obsessed with video games, living among screens, and dreaming of being part of the digital worlds I used to drown in for hours. I didn’t want to be the noble hero who cries like a child at the first loss, or the one who carries slogans of justice while barely being able to protect himself. No, I wanted to be the villain—the one who imposes his presence, the earth shakes under his feet, and possesses a power greater than the hero of the game himself. On a cursed day, I didn’t wake up in my bed as usual, but inside one of the games I used to love obsessively. Everything was familiar, from the towering cities to the characters whose dialogues I had memorized by heart... but there was a problem, a problem I hadn’t expected—I didn’t incarnate in the body of that legendary villain I imagined, but in the body of the character I hated the most... the hero of the game, “Kyle Estoright.” Now, stuck in this role I always mocked, surrounded by the enemies I always wished to be one of, I realized a truth I had never thought about: maybe heroes have a reason that makes them fight, and maybe villains weren’t as grand as I had imagined... or maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just a “game.”
Vendra_Valiorite · 15.7K Views

Traveling to a Strange World Just to Find a Husband

I looked at him with utter contempt, my gaze as cold as frost spreading across my face: “You filthy poultry, what part of you thinks you're worthy of me?” I spat each word with biting clarity, holding nothing back. No matter how beautiful the human form he wore, he was still just a feathered beast at heart, no better than the chickens and ducks outside. The man before me was breathtakingly handsome, his sharp eyes like a hawk’s. Yet he didn’t flare up in anger. Instead, he let out a cold, mocking smile. Raising one hand, he gripped my chin tightly, eyes blazing like fire: “I am a Phoenix,” he growled: “King of all living things! And you dare compare me to common barnyard fowl? Do you want me to snap your neck right here?” But I didn’t flinch. Instead, I met his fury with a calm, deliberate smirk: “Go ahead. It’s not like you’ve ever had the guts to follow through.” He went silent for a few seconds, the tension thick between us. Then, all of a sudden, he released my chin, only to pull me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he was afraid I might vanish. His voice dropped, no longer seething with rage, but laced with a strange tenderness: “Could you stop being so stubborn? I’ve given you everything... What more do I need to do to make you happy?” His embrace tightened again, desperate and trembling. As if letting go, even a little, would cause me to disappear. In his eyes, there was helplessness, pain, and something else rising to the surface, something raw, unnamed, and overpowering.
MoonStories · 4.6K Views

The Architects of Tomorrow

The world as we knew it is gone. After an unnamed catastrophe dubbed "The Great Silence", civilization crumbled, nature turned hostile, and new, terrifying threats emerged from every shadow. Amidst the debris of despair, humanity struggles merely to breathe, living in constant fear of the encroaching darkness and the mutated horrors that stalk the ruins. Hope is the rarest commodity, and most survivors focus only on lasting another day. Yet, Kai is different. Not a mighty warrior or a powerful mage, Kai is a strategic genius and a meticulous planner. His strength lies in his sharp intellect, his ability to envision potential amidst ruin, and a quiet charisma that can unite shattered souls. Haunted by the shadows of his past but driven by a singular vision for the future, Kai dreams of more than just survival: he aims to rebuild civilization, to forge a beacon of hope in the vast emptiness. His audacious dream draws four extraordinary women to his side, each possessing vital skills and their own shadowed histories: a formidable soldier who holds the defensive line, a brilliant scientist who seeks cures and lost knowledge, a vibrant artisan who keeps the community's spirit alive, and a resourceful tracker who navigates the wild, dangerous world. Together, they form an unlikely alliance, battling deadly threats from the environment and rival survivor factions, all while confronting their personal conflicts and traumas. As their bonds deepen amidst shared perils and burgeoning intimacy, will Kai and his 'architects' of hope succeed in actualizing their ambitious vision, or will the dream of rebuilding civilization shatter against the brutal realities of this new world?
KingTahu · 4.7K Views

The Fivefold Legend

"They called him a thief, a traitor, a legend. But Elias Veyne was just a boy who refused to kneel." In the sun-washed kingdom of Valenor, where the royal House of Solas rules with divine right and the power of Royal Edict—commands spoken in sunlight that cannot be disobeyed—Elias Veyne is born into the shadowed edges of the middle class. His father is a scribe, his mother a weaver, and his older brother Theron a loyal soldier-in-training. Elias is unremarkable in every way—until the day he fails his exams and realizes the truth: knowledge is power, and power is locked away from those not born beneath the sun’s blessing. When the royal Choosing Ceremony assigns him the humble Verdant Art (a Path meant for farmers and healers), Elias refuses his fate. He sneaks into the royal library and steals the first of many forbidden truths: Frost Logic, the icy discipline of the war-torn continent Veymar. His theft burns half the library down, branding him a criminal—and awakening a hunger for more. Driven by fury and the memory of his brother’s betrayal (for Theron, ever the loyalist, disowns him), Elias flees Valenor. His journey takes him across the five continents: Veymar, where he learns Frost Logic by standing in frozen rivers until his legs go numb. Kharaz, where he bargains with a merchant-lord for Coin’s Will, trading his blood for power—and debt. Sylvain, where rebels teach him the deadly side of Verdant Art, poisoning his own veins to grow weaponized thorns. The Unnamed Isle, where whispers tell him the final Path—Echo Walk, the power of the dead—awaits. But power comes at a cost. Each stolen discipline wastes his body: his hands frostbitten, his voice ruined from mimicking Royal Edict, his skin rotting from thorns. Worse, the Solas family hunts him, twisting his legend into that of a madman. When Elias returns to Valenor, it’s not as a hero, but as a living rebellion. He proves that Royal Edict can be wielded by anyone—shattering the divine right of kings. The people rise, the palace burns, and in the chaos, Elias confronts Theron, now a captain in the Solas army. Their final stand is not between brothers, but between faith and freedom. Theron, bound by duty, fires the execution shot—but misses on purpose. Elias, his body failing, dies mid-speech, his last words unfinished. Legends say he walks the Unnamed Isle still, a shadow with five scars—one for each continent, and one for the brother who loved him too late.
LumaneCasimir · 1.3K Views
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