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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 · 114K Views

Bloom: Becoming The World Tree

She awakens as a seed in a rotting forest. No name. No memories. No body—only roots. A mysterious system guides her: Grow. Survive. Evolve. Buried in an ancient valley no one enters—and no one leaves—she must navigate the silence, the soil, and the secrets of a forgotten world. The rot is spreading. Something watches from below. And she is the only thing in the forest still learning how to hope. Poetic dark fantasy. Deep system lore. Slow-burn transformation. Maybe romance, IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Watch her grow—not into a warrior, but into a sanctuary. --------------------------------------------------- A Note From the Author: Hi there! This is my very first book being shared with the world, and… I’m a little nervous. Please be gentle with me—I have a fragile glass heart. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ This story is the result of months (okay, years) of dreaming, writing, rewriting, and researching things like ancient trees, fantasy ecosystems, and mythological creatures I can barely pronounce. It's a deeply personal world, and I'm incredibly excited—and terrified—to finally show it to someone other than my dog. Bloom: Becoming the World Tree is a high fantasy story rooted in both Western and Eastern mythology but reimagined through my own voice. Expect themes of growth, loneliness, healing, survival, and sanctuary. There are echoes of elves, dwarves, beastkin, spirits, and creatures who have been forgotten by the rest of the world… just like the little Seedling who wakes up alone in the dark. I’ve poured my heart (and probably a few brain cells) into building this world carefully. That said—I'm still human! If anything feels off, if I missed something, or if you think a detail could be more accurate, please let me know. I truly want to improve and do right by the story, and by you, the reader. Thank you for taking a chance on my fragile little Seedling. I hope she grows into something you’ll come to love, too. — Kismet (シ_ _)シ
Kismet_Love · 21.4K Views

Diana: Rebirth of a Lilie

They said she died peacefully. That's what they always say, don't they? When someone slips away in a hospital bed - when the machines stop beeping, and the room goes quiet except for the sigh of grief no one dares to release. Peaceful. Like death is ever kind. I was five. Too young to understand why my mother wasn't waking up. Too small to make sense of the nurses whispering in the hallway or the way they looked at me, like I was already a problem they didn't know how to solve. Her name was Rebecca. She was twenty-five. And her blood betrayed her. They said it was cancer. Aggressive. Silent. A thief in the bloodstream. By the time they caught it, it had already taken everything. I was all she had. And when she left, I had no one. No father. No family. Just a name I couldn't pronounce, and a world I didn't belong to. The system chewed me up und spat me out. Foster homes. Group homes. Back and forth like a package No one ordered. Smiles that didn't last. Promises that broke before they were even spoken. Every time someone tried to "fix" me, I'd break first, make sure they knew I was no one's charity case. No one's second chance. Eventually they stopped trying. I got older. Quieter. I stopped waiting to be rescued and started fighting instead. Literally. Underground rings don't ask for backstories. Just fists. Blood. And that, at least, I could give them. Then one night, seventeen years into this messy life, someone knocked on my door. A stranger. Two of them, actually. His name was Marcello Mariano, a man I'd only ever heard of in headlines. CEO. Businessman. Untouchable. I knew his face from magazines. I knew his name from rumors. But I didn't know why he'd come for me. Or what kind of danger was following him. All I knew was that everything I thought I knew about my life... Was a lie. And now the weight I never asked for is trying to pull me under. But I won't drown. Not again.
Lilies206 · 9.3K Views

Creator of the Universe Incarnated as a Commoner

In the grim, industrial city of Ironhaven, Kael lives a quiet life sorting scrap, his true identity as the Absolute Origin, the architect of the universe, a fragmented memory. He possesses an unnerving calm and occasionally exhibits impossible feats of luck or subtle reality manipulation that draw the attention of a disgraced knight, Elara Vane, a cynical street rogue, Jax, and a cursed scholar, Seraphina Bellweather, who senses his profound, ancient power. As Kael’s divine abilities begin to surface more overtly, often in response to direct threats, he goes from an unknown commoner to a figure of awe, terror, and intense scrutiny. He effortlessly neutralizes Sump assassins like Silas Darkharrow and the even more formidable Wraith Hound, dismantles the machinations of the arrogant Master Alchemist Vorlag Krell, and in a cataclysmic display, annihilates an army of monstrous Skitter-Horrors that threaten the city, revealing a glimpse of his true, godlike power before vanishing into a subterranean Sanctum of Origin. His reappearance, now as a "consultant" in Seraphina's shop of magical curiosities, only deepens the mystery. Kael attempts to maintain a facade of detached normalcy, offering cryptic pronouncements and casually manipulating ancient artifacts while his companions (a burgeoning, unconventional group including Elara, Seraphina, and a reluctant Jax) try to understand his motives and the cosmic implications of his presence. Hunted by terrified city authorities like Commander Stern, observed by the now-cautious Sump, and drawing the attention of entities beyond Ironhaven, Kael's journey is one of rediscovering his own nature, the burden of his power, and the reason for his incarnation. Interwoven with epic displays of divine might, intensely choreographed battles, shocking reactions from onlookers, and moments of unexpected (often deadpan) comedy, the story explores themes of overwhelming power, cosmic mystery, fate, and the surprising emergence of human-like connections in an entity beyond mortal comprehension. Each confrontation pushes Kael further towards reclaiming his godhood, with the fate of Ironhaven, and potentially the multiverse, hanging in the balance. The narrative blends thrilling action and god-tier power displays with character-driven emotional arcs and a developing, unconventional harem dynamic.
RSisekai · 11.9K Views

Heretical Magus

My name is Fiubun, the second child of a fatherless family. Son of a stunningly gorgeous songstress mother with (probably) angelic blood, brother to a half tiger beastmen sister with a killer sexy body, and a recently-matured, full tiger beastman myself. But I'm a weird kid. "Too curious for my own good," others have said, and I think they're kind of right, especially when it comes to magic, but is the desire to learn really that bad of a thing? I'm a tiger, not a fucking housecat, so I can deal with a bit of danger. In fact, I can deal with a lot of danger, but only because I have to. There are many dangerous things and beings in the Shattered Realms, and my fate seems to be set in having me meet with quite a number of them. My curiosity will become my bane because there seems to be quite a lot of power to be gained from forbidden knowledge, but with a fate like mine, curiosity is a strength. We live in the Dark Forest of Hatarvros, an actual city named "Dark Forest of Hatarvros" (yes, it's a weird name, but blame the rulers, who want to please the Gods, and They're pretty weird) (and also, yes, there's an actual Dark Forest outside of Hatarvros), which is near the Edge of Reality of the Vorosza Kingdom of Clouds and Moss (another weird name because Gods). Even though we're in one of the Good Nations, we still have to watch for monsters that spawn from the wild magical energies at the Edge. And that's not the only danger. There are Trickster Gods that mess with the soulful, demons that haunt places of sin, Xenos who try to take our lands, Outsiders who attempt to subvert our religion, Tears of Reality that can pull unsuspecting people into deadly pockets of space, unpredictable Trickster Gods like Santa and Roulette, and the ever-present fear that one day a Broken Realm full of powerful beasts will wander too close to the Central Realms, and then our lands will be ravaged once again. On the more tangible side of dangers, there's the Carrion Grove who hates all living, pirates that hide in the Warpspace, cultists of The Seven Wretched Fetuses who poison our minds, the Shadah House of Fae Rulers who want to enslave all other races, the Kamae of the High Heavens who keep starting wars, invasions of abominations from the Cursed Realms, the annoying Poop Rage Monkeys, the Wandering Elemental Gods ruining crops, and even the other Good Nations of the Central Realms who constantly bicker and raid each other. But right now, what's most concerning for us are the rumors that the Mayor has been procuring guns. That can't be for dealing with monsters because you need experienced hunters for that, not just more weapons, so people are saying that war might be coming. I guess it may be a good idea to learn magic so that I can at least prepare for the worst. I have some money stored, and hopefully, it'll be enough to pay the tuition of a school of magic… -------------------- *Content Warning*: gore, profanity, sexual content (male/female, female/female, and human/non-human (*not for the faint of heart*)), traumatizing content *What to expect*: A rather slow story focused on character interactions, the MC's gradual growth and development, and the exploration of the Shattered Realms. A bit dark but not grimdark, though it'll have its "moments." The plot exists, but it *slowly* becomes relevant. Detailed environments and extensive world-building. Tactical and strategic combat. A rather deep and complex magical system. *Lots* of descriptive sex scenes, but not like the usual smut novel where sex is the goal of reading. A harem where each character has a different relationship with the MC. Occasional weird wording and grammar because English isn't my first language. This story will also be uploaded to a number of other sites soon. -- Cover is a temporary placeholder until I commission a proper one.
Manasong · 30.9K Views
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