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Minecraft Hunger Games Servers

Devourer of Fates: My Sinful Tree Hungers

He was just a normal boy… Until one day, he woke up in a strange world— In front of a dark tree that whispered to his soul. From that moment, everything changed. Whenever he killed, the tree bore fruit. Each fruit gave him a gift—a memory, a power, a curse. He felt others’ pain. He inherited their skills. He consumed their emotions. And slowly… he stopped feeling anything at all. To hide his madness, he became a surgeon. A genius. A prodigy. A miracle doctor. But in the shadows of the internet, he was feared as: The Whitecoat Murderer. The Devil Who Cut Too Deep. Drugs, toxins, insects, acid—his research went beyond ethics and into pure horror. But the world caught up to him. Execution followed. Except… death was just the beginning. Now, reborn in a cruel cultivation world, he finds himself in the body of a discarded disciple of a demonic poison sect. No family. No allies. Just his Tree... and his hunger. In this world where Karma is Power, and Emotions are Weapons, Han Zheng will climb the ladder with blood-soaked hands, consuming sinners, saints, beasts, and monsters alike. He has no system. No cheat code. Only his Sinful Tree. And the terrifying mind of a man who stopped pretending to be human long ago. He heals. He cuts. He kills. And every death makes him stronger. Tags dark, cultivation, wuxia, demonic mc, evil mc, villain mc, twisted protagonist, yandere, gore, karma system, tree system, sinful system, blood magic, poison sect, dark fantasy, rebirth, reincarnation, modern to cultivation world, whitecoat murderer, surgeon mc, overpowered, slow growth, realistic mc, cold-blooded, brutal world, antihero, violent protagonist, psycho mc, detached mc, emotionless, twisted logic, pain-based power, sin-based power, ability devour, fruit system, corpse cultivation, memory absorption, dark system, psychopath, trauma-based growth, experiments, medical horror, body horror, dark alchemy, revenge, no romance, harem later, gradual harem, no system system, cultivation levels, spirit root, sect conflict, inner demons, cannibal power, trauma inheritance, soul fusion, karma tree, cursed cultivation, poison-based martial arts, blood-based cultivation, intelligence-based mc, no cheat, pure willpower, sacrifice power, pain resistance, guilt transformation, shadow sect, outer disciple, sect politics, elder schemes, toxic loyalty, rebellion arc, emotional suppression, transformation, animal experimentation, forbidden cultivation, heaven-defying path, dark rebirth, elite killing, organ harvesting, parasite experiments, venom path, mental breakdown, cold protagonist, unstable mc, heaven hater, rule breaker, secret organization, spiritual parasite, doctor killer, urban horror, fear-based cultivation, sect survival, solo mc, dark psychology, tree of sin, divine butcher, soul eater, weaponized emotions, anti-morality, no plot armor.
Lord_Adinant · 3K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 31.3K Views

The Sin Art Kingdom Games

My world called me a monster. A demon. And… they weren’t wrong. My sins alone were enough to kill me. After all, my entire squad was slaughtered… by my own hand. I was supposed to die for it. But they denied me that right. That promise. So when peace was declared, I made them regret it. I brought their kingdom to its knees… starting with their king’s head. They threw me into a cell. To be whipped. Cut. Even Burned. Scarred every inch of my body. Then... I was summoned. Dragged from one world to another, still shackled, my sins exposed for all to see. Now, they too call me a monster. A sinner bound to the Sin Art System. My title? "The Butcher of Mercy." I expected death. I welcomed it. But instead… I met her. Princess Koralei. A royal with no leash in her hand, no fear in her striking silver eyes. She defied her crown and chose me. Me... as her guard in the Kingdom Games. A monster. A killer. Her only chance to survive. I still don’t know what that means. But when I look at her… I see the chains she hides. The scars behind her smile. And for some reason… I want to break them. The Games were never meant to be fair. People like me were never meant to survive them. But if I fight… I fight for her. If I win… I might save her. And if I find who made her bleed? I’ll might just burn their kingdom to the ground… just like the last one. ------------------------------------------------------------ Writing Schedule: Daily (1500 words chaoters)
G3ntleGiant · 3.6K Views
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