Proman Boots

Ray Arlon had only one dream, to play for Chelsea’s first team. He trained harder than anyone, stayed longer on the pitch, and lived for the game. But no matter how much effort he poured in, he could never make it past the youth academy trials. Crushed and out of chances, Ray gave up. He hung up his boots, buried his dream, and returned to solving algebra equations and applying to colleges, fully aware that the dream of becoming a professional footballer was now nothing more than a distant fantasy. But someone hadn’t given up on him. His father, Dr. Elias Arlon—a renowned neuroscientist, had always noticed his son’s passion, and just as clearly, his lack of natural talent. Determined to bridge that gap, he developed a breakthrough: a nano-cognitive interface designed specifically to accelerate skill acquisition and mental performance. He called it the "Football Leveling System." Through advanced bio-engineering and neural adaptation, Dr. Arlon implanted the system directly into Ray’s brain, giving his son a second chance at the dream he had once let go. [ SYSTEM INITIALIZATION ] [ WELCOME RAY ARLON ] [ CHOOSE YOUR ASSIGNED POSITION ] [ YOU HAVE SELECTED FORWARD ] [ WELCOME TO FOOTBALL LEVELING 1.0, LET OUR JOURNEY BEGIN ] ***************************************** 1. More than 1k words per Chapter 2. 2 Chapter's per day, time intervals not yet fixed. 3. Timeline is set during the 2024/2025 European season. 4. Kylian Mbappé* is seen as the best player. *I have no rights over the names of real football players, all rights are reserved for them.

Ethan Voss lived with a quiet regret that he never let go. Undone by tragedy, letting his dream slip away. Once a promising midfielder on the verge of breaking through, he faded into obscurity, trading boots and ambition for weekend matches and what-ifs on football scenarios. Until the impossible happened. Thrown back in time to his 18-year-old self in 2017, Ethan wakes up not only with a second chance—but with a mysterious Template System. In a world where raw talent isn't enough, where discipline, politics, ego, rivalries, and pressure complicate every move, Ethan must navigate the brutal road to professional football with one goal: no mistakes. Not this time. This isn't just a redemption story. It's the comeback of a lifetime.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home. But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline. Wearing boots in the rain. With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air. "What the hell is this?" He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty. But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign. As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it. Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise. [Initiating Golden Finger…] […45%… 75%… 100%] [System Integration Complete.] [Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins] From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory. Because in this world, tactics are power. And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god. ================= Release Rate: 2-3 Chapters a day. Incentives (Below is subject to change): Power Stones Goals: 150PS-1 Extra Chapter. 300PS-2 Extra Chapters. 600PS -3 Extra Chapters. 1200PS - 4 Extra Chapters. Golden Ticket Goals: 80 Golden Tickets-1 Extra Chapter. 180 Golden Tickets -2 Extra Chapters. 330 Golden Tickets-3 Extra Chapters. 530 Golden Tickets- 4 Extra Chapters. 780 Golden Tickets - 5 Extra Chapters. Will only promise up to 5 chapters in a day, extra chapters will go into the next day. Special Incentives: 1. Top 30 GT: 4 extra chapters. 2. Hit T1 Win-win: Refill second tier. 3. Hit T2 Win-win: Refill entire highest tier.

The world of Wageah was vast. It was filled with ancient magic, fallen gods, legendary mages, and exciting adventures. Earthlings summoned there gained godlike power. Zeus, Odin, Count Dracula, the Monkey King. All of them were humans who returned from Wageah and became legends on Earth. But my class and I, who were summoned to Wageah? We were enslaved. We were used, discarded, and left to die. But fate gave me another chance. I woke up as a newborn on Earth with all my memories intact. And soon after… [Awakening Supreme God's Treasure: Shadow] [System Boot Successful] I gained strongest weapon in existence. [Shadow]. The treasure of the Supreme God. This time, I’ll grow stronger from the cradle. And when I return to Wageah— I won’t be a slave. I’ll be the shadow that devours the gods.

“All I ever wanted was to play football — not for fame, not for glory — just to survive, to feel like I mattered. Is that too much to ask? Where I’m from, dreams don’t come easy. You fight for them. You bleed for them. And most times… you lose anyway. Everyone around me moved on. Found jobs. Gave up. But me? I only celebrate with my goals — because they’re the only proof I was ever here at all.” Wisdom Ezekiel has nothing but grit, a busted pair of boots, and a grandmother who still believes in him. He’s not the fastest, not the flashiest, and definitely not the favorite — but when the scouts finally show up to his forgotten corner of Nigeria, he’ll do whatever it takes to rise. Even if it means changing everything. Because in this world? Talent isn’t enough. You need ego. You need fire. You need to become something more. You need to become… Kai.

A cursed CD game falls from the sky. I boot it up, build a ridiculously handsome villain with broken talents, and just as I hit “Start”—boom, I get electrocuted. Now I’ve reincarnated as Lucien Caelum Valebrandt, a six-year-old noble and the infamous villain who helped the Abyssians win the last war. Every 500 years, the Abyssian King is reborn. But when the 16 chosen heroes of this generation lost against the battle of the Abyssian King because of my character, the Goddess panicked—and rewound time. Now those same heroes remember everything… and they want me dead. Even though I just got here. All I wanted was to play a game. Now I’m the villain blamed for destroying the world.

Lin all tired and weak, from the torture she had gone through for the past days, now tied to a pole right at the edge of the cliff, looked up to her killer who was standing some meters away, and asked faintly "Why do I have to be put through all this?" "Am just carrying out an assignment." the killer responded, with no sign of sympathy whatsoever. Lin stared at her killer, obviously the masked figure wasn't going to show her any form of mercy. Already tired of life and had given up, she asked her killer one last time. "You really think, my dad is going to let y'all go after am dead?". The killer gave an evil grin. "Seems you have so much confidence in your dad..." He said clicking his teeth, and after exhaling. "Your dad wants you dead sweetheart." He said bluntly, dropping the bombshell, leaving Lin in utter shock and confusion. "That can't be true." She whispered although she could hear the doubt in her own voice, as the tears flowed from her already weary eyes down to her cheeks. She really didn't want to believe this but something was starting to make sense to her..She had gone through a lot already "Just end this please." She said exhaling deeply, as she closed her eyes. She could hear the echo of the gunshot as she waited patiently the bullet to pierce for through her... Yet nothing came through, she couldn't feel any form of pain or sting... "Isn't it meant to hurt a little?.. Or is she dead already.." She thought, as she slowly opened her eyes... What she saw was overwhelming... Her killer was on the floor instead... She scanned around, and that's when she saw a young man coming towards her... As the person came closer, she started to notice, that the person was also having feminine characteristics.... Wait that was a lady, looking really masculine.... Clad in all black, high boots, and a neat cut... She was lost in the eyes of this stranger and hadn't noticed that the lady had started to untie her. "What's going on?" A very confused Lin whispered, "Just follow me." The lady replied as she loosened the last knots that held Lin to the pole. Already freed Lin tried to take a step but stumbled. The lady turned and gave a smirk. "You were quite strong at first." And before Lin could fathom what she said, she swept her off her feet. And whispered, "Am not letting you go this time."

Inter Milan's star is dim, Florentina is high-spirited, no one in Serie A can forever maintain their reign. Who will unify the world? In 2014, Inter was at a historical low point, ranked 9th in the league, constantly refreshing the lower limit. The glory of the treble winner had disappeared! Fortunately, Tang Long traveled back, and his brain fused with an AI football system called the "Green Grass Wisdom Engine". This system, originating from 2084, combines advanced machine learning, big data analysis, and sports science. It can continuously upgrade through match feed and provide Tang Long with divine predictions! -Cross 5% chance to central area, 5% chance to out of bounds, 90% chance to the near post, move early to grab the spot! -Detected that opponent's center-back pair will have a hidden gap in three seconds, prepare a through pass! -The angle between the wall and goalkeeper is 0.62dc, big data shows shooting the upper right corner has a scoring rate of 88.76%! Tang Long frequently makes "Divine Hand" actions off the pitch, shocking everyone! C Luo: "It's simply divine! Every prediction by Tang is three seconds ahead, he seems to foresee the future!" Icardi: "My European Golden Boot, nine-tenths of the credit goes to Tang!" Guardiola: "He's simply the prophet of the football world in the 21st century!" Mancini: "After Ronaldo, Tang is the second alien. His understanding of football far surpasses this era!"

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

He’s got no rich dad. No flashy boots. No supporters in the crowd. But he’s got a dream. > Bend the ball like Son Heung-min. Pass like Kevin De Bruyne. Make the world remember Min Son. Born into a broken home. Raised in a neighborhood where hope fades faster than daylight. Min Son has only one weapon: his raw talent and a fire that never dies. From freezing mornings on an empty field to national youth tournaments crawling with scouts, fake birth certificates, and kids willing to do anything to win… > He won’t back down. He won’t give up. He’ll curl the ball into the top corner… even if it breaks him. But can a poor boy really survive in a world where money talks, politics decide, and even talent sometimes isn’t enough? > This is not just football. This is war. This is Min Son’s rise

The countdown hit zero. The servers of the legendary MMORPG, Yggdrasil Nova, were supposed to shut down forever. For Ravi, a player who had poured a decade of his life into becoming the game's sole omnipotent being, it was a bittersweet farewell. But the logout never came. Instead of being booted, Ravi found himself fused with his avatar, Kaelus, the Silent Sovereign. He was trapped. But he wasn't alone. His custom-created NPCs, monstrously powerful beings designed to be the ultimate guardians of his fortress, were no longer bound by code. They were alive. And they viewed him not as their master, but as their one and only God. Now, in a world that is both familiar and terrifyingly real, Kaelus must navigate the worship of his fanatically loyal servants, the politics of fledgling kingdoms that see him as a demon or a savior, and the terrifying mystery of why he's trapped. He is a being of absolute power in a world of mortals. He is not a hero. He is not a villain. He is a force of nature, and the world is about to feel his presence. When mortals pray and gods are silent, what happens when a new god answers the call?

**Gets Updated Every Wednesday & Saturday** Nate arrives in Blackridge with nothing but a duffel bag, a mysterious past, and fists that know their way around trouble. This isn't your typical "new kid in town" story-this is survival in a concrete jungle where the weak get eaten for breakfast and the strong learn to love the taste of violence. Lia runs her family's greasy spoon diner and clings to her principles like a life raft in a tsunami of corruption. In a city where doing the right thing is practically a death sentence, she's carved out her own little kingdom of defiance-one that comes with a price tag written in bruises and broken bones. She's never had time for love, relationships, or anything softer than steel-toed boots. Between juggling work, studies, and her daily dance with danger, romance seemed about as realistic as finding unicorns in the unemployment line. Her only dream? To escape this concrete prison and the ghosts that haunt every street corner. But then Nate crashed into her world like a wrecking ball with a sense of humor. When eight thugs corner her in an alley, most people would call the cops. But in Blackridge, the cops are probably placing bets on the outcome. That's when fate-or maybe just really bad timing-delivers her an unlikely savior who fights like poetry and jokes like therapy. Now everything is changing, and neither of them knows where the chaos will lead.

I never asked to be the chosen anything. I had a nice enough life, if you enjoy communing with dead people, wrangling ghostly regrets, and being occasionally mistaken for a lost Victorian child. Harrowers don’t get holidays, and we certainly don’t get destiny. We get well-worn boots, crumbling field journals, and maybe—if we’re lucky—a thermos that doesn’t leak. I was fine with that. Then came the part where I accidentally got involved in a celestial conspiracy. You know, the usual: unraveling the fabric of fate, discovering I may or may not be some mythical thread-weaver, dodging bureaucratic Fae with sharp smiles and sharper agendas, and, most inconveniently of all, developing a highly inconvenient attraction to a certain exiled Huntsman of the Unseelie Court who looks he stepped out GQ: Gothic Edition and smells like rain. Alaric Fen. Yes, that Alaric. The one with the eyes like amber lightning and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Now I’m trying to stop the Balance from folding like a wet towel, while two ancient Courts most humans are blissfully unaware about flirt with civil war, and everyone keeps looking at me like I’ve got the answers. I don't. I have tattoos I didn't sign up for, a fast-talking con artist for a best friend, and some stubborn hope that kindness still counts for something. So if you're looking for a grand epic of magic, love, betrayal, memory, and rebellion—well. Here we are.  Just… don’t expect me to smile about it. Come along if you'd like. I could use someone on my side. -Entry from the diary of Grey Wyrde

What’s the point of being reborn… if you come back in chains? Life in Kyoto was already unraveling. My dead-end job, my fading relationship—my girlfriend could barely look at me anymore. Maybe part of me knew the end was coming. Maybe part of me wanted it to. And then it did. "Oi, wake up," a voice growled, thick with contempt. I opened my eyes to darkness—and pain. Tabata Yori. That was my name. Once. Before the world twisted. Before death spat me out into something colder and crueler. "Ugh, another worthless soul," the voice sneered. Then came the boots. Each kick was a brutal reminder: I wasn’t in Kyoto anymore. I wasn’t anywhere safe. I’d fallen into a world ruled by shadows, where power is pain and obedience is survival. Why was I brought here? What do they want from me? I don’t know yet. But I do know this: If I’m going to suffer, someone’s going to bleed for it. disclaimer: Cover artwork isn't mine and is temporary until I get a paid work done. Schedule: Looking for daily and will do as many chapters as I can each day. Thanks for any support that is given.

Kenji Tanaka is the new transfer student at Seiryu High, a school ruled by fists and fear. With his average looks and quiet demeanor, everyone dismisses him as another sheep for the slaughter. They see a loser. A nobody. A twig that will snap under the iron boot of the school's hierarchy. They are wrong. Raised in brutal, solitary isolation in the mountains by a mysterious grandfather, Kenji's 'training' was a hellish regimen of survival. He doesn't understand society, girls, or why people flinch when he cracks his knuckles. He also doesn't understand that his 'normal' strength is enough to shatter bone, his 'basic' endurance can outlast a beast, and his very presence carries an aura that makes apex predators tremble. He believes he is weak, a novice who has barely scratched the surface of his grandfather's teachings. But when the wolves of Seiryu High come for the innocent girl in the desk next to him, they don't awaken a sheep. They awaken a monster. A god of combat. A King. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a Thug, his rise to absolute power, and the loyal followers and adoring women who are drawn to his terrifying, untamed might. In a world of delinquents, gangsters, and underground fighters, there is only one rule: Don't mess with the quiet kid. Because this King's fists don't know mercy.

Lanz Kuroda failed his Awakening Test in the most spectacular way possible, he didn’t just rank low, he got slapped with an FFF. He was locked out of the system entirely, and sent home like the rejected tutorial character that he is. But when a cracked relic crystal he bought from a sketchy street vendor activates, it boots up something the world shouldn’t even know exists, a hidden system that logs him into an old, forgotten alt account, one with no level cap, no restrictions, and absolutely zero oversight. By day, Lanz is still the same guy that no one aspires to be. But at night? In the dungeons? He becomes Zero, an anonymous hunter operating outside the system, clearing high-tier raids solo, and slowly building a legend no one can trace. The world thinks he’s a joke. He’s about to become its biggest problem.

Adam was just your average internet troll—armed with sarcasm, zero filter, and way too much free time. His favorite pastime? Ragebaiting obsessive novel fans in group chats, especially the ones who worshipped "Eclipsed Devourer," a hit fantasy romance novel. He hated rhe ending about it. —The characters? Too well-written. —The plot? Surprisingly deep. —The ending? Absolute trash fire. But the final straw The cult-like fandom simping over "Lady Seraphina Blackthorn," the cold, powerful villainess with killer looks, dominatrix vibes, and thighs that could crush a man’s ego. Disgusted by their obsession, Adam swore: “I’d rather die than kneel or lick a woman’s boot like you degenerates!” The chat exploded with replies. He laughed so hard, he spilled his glass of water... ...right onto an exposed electrical wire. Zap. Now, Adam wakes up not in a hospital—but in the novel he despises. Worse There’s a steel collar around his neck

In the forgotten corner of the empire lies Emerald Ridge City, a place where spiritual energy is thin and ambition thinner. Here, the weak are trampled beneath the boots of the three clans clawing for scraps of power. In this city lives Lian Xue, a blind girl born into the Lian Clan — a girl considered a burden to her family name and deemed worthless in all aspects. Her life only becomes worse when her family informs her of her engagement to Young Master Jin — a lecherous, cruel heir to a merchant-cultivator clan. The match is nothing more than a transaction. The Jin Clan seeks access to the Lotus Palm, a modest art that, while dismissed by the greater world, happens to be the strongest technique in a city as insignificant as Emerald Ridge. The Lian Clan, desperate to improve its fortunes and end years of grudges, sees the marriage as a way to secure an answer to both problems. Lian Xue is simply the price — an unwanted girl offered up for convenience. Shattered by the news, Lian Xue ventures into the Emerald Mountains with only one wish: that some lurking beast will end her wretched life. Either fortunately or unfortunately for her, fate had other plans. She discovers a pool of blood — one that will change her life forever. What begins as a struggle to survive soon becomes the first step on a path paved with treachery, sect wars, ancient secrets, and the endless hunger of powers that were never meant for mortal hands. With every drop of blood she claims, the question grows sharper: Is Lian Xue mastering these dark powers… or are they mastering her? In a world where strength is truth and the heavens turn a blind eye, the blind maiden will make them all see through the veil of crimson she weaves.

You know what’s funny? These days, every so-called villain story is the same. Some guy gets betrayed, turns cold, starts playing 5D chess with people’s lives, acts heartless—but deep down, he’s always the victim. Always wearing that mask of pain to justify why he’s screwing others over. It’s become a trend. If he’s not manipulating the heroines, crushing the hero under his boots, and pretending like he’s saving the world by destroying it, people say he’s not a real villain—just another edgy antihero. But me? I don’t see villains like that. To me, a villain is just… a human. A man who’s kind when he chooses to be, cruel when he has to be. He’s not trying to prove anything to the world—he just refuses to be someone else’s puppet. And yeah, sometimes that means breaking rules, breaking trust, even breaking people. This story? It’s not about redemption or pity. It’s about a man the world calls a villain, but who’s just doing what he must to survive in a world that was never fair to begin with. He plays fate like a rigged game. The heroines? Destined for someone else? He rewrites that. Make them love him... because he can. The ‘son of heaven’? He crushes him, not for glory—but to show the heavens he’s not below them. Yeah, he lies. Makes promises he never plans to keep. He takes what he wants, even if it means tearing down everything in his way—including love. But if you look a little closer… beneath all that chaos and manipulation… there’s a heart. Not soft. Not perfect. But real. This isn’t the story of a man trying to be a villain. This is the story of a man who stopped pretending to be one. In this story, the heroines will feel. Really feel. Not just cry on cue or exist to fall in love—they’ll ache, rage, doubt, hope. And the villain? He’ll feel too. But not in the way that makes him soft or fragile. No, his emotions make him terrifying. He doesn’t run from what he feels—he owns it. Wields it. Turns it into fuel. So when he falls for someone, it’s not a weakness—it’s a warning. Because once he decides he wants her, he’ll make sure she falls too. Not by luck. Not by fate. By design. That’s the difference. He doesn’t fall in love hoping to be loved back. He falls in love, and then bends her world until it becomes inevitable. And no, he won’t save her out of pity. He’ll destroy anyone who touches what’s his—but never out of mercy. His pity is saved for people who were too shallow to understand him in the first place. See, this villain isn’t the typical archetype. He’s not cold for the sake of being cold. He’s not pretending to be empty inside. He feels more than anyone else—more than the heroines, more than the so-called heroes. That’s what makes him dangerous. He can love deeper. Hurt harder. Manipulate smarter. And that’s why he has to be just a little more ruthless than them all. Because in a world that demands you hide your heart to survive—he doesn’t hide it. He sharpens it. TAGS— Villain MC, Antihero, R-18, Dark, Manipulative Protagonist, Netorare (NTR), Smut, Possessive Male Lead, Yandere, Harem, Reverse NTR, Mature, Psychological, Cold Protagonist, Revenge, No Redemption, Scheming MC, Ruthless MC, Obsession, Overpowered MC, Seduction, Love and Betrayal, Dark Romance, Emotional Manipulation, Heartbreak, Love-Hate Relationship, Power Play, Mind Games, Tragic Past, Slow Burn, Dominant Male Lead, Twisted Love, Alpha Male, Dark Fantasy, System, Morally Grey MC, Complex Relationships, Red Flags, Gaslighting, Unforgivable Actions, Villainous Love Interest, Control, Domination, Ambiguous Morality, Forbidden Romance, MILFs

When lifelong gamer and apocalypse survival enthusiast Ethan Carter boots up his favorite game, "APOCALYPSE", for the hundredth time, he never expects the unthinkable—the game’s nightmarish world suddenly bleeds into reality. Overnight, the rules of survival change. The streets he once walked are now overrun with the same horrors he’s spent years defeating on-screen: ravenous mutants and beasts. But Ethan has one advantage—he knows this apocalypse. Every faction, every weakness, every hidden safe zone. The game’s mechanics are etched into his mind, and if he plays his cards right, he might just survive long enough to uncover why this is happening. As reality and simulation blur, Ethan must navigate a world where his gaming skills mean life or death—but real-life stakes are far deadlier than any respawn screen. And when he discovers that all is not what it seems, the race is on to find answers before the game’s final, world-ending event triggers in real time.

In the dead of winter, beneath a bleak sky, a lone child flees through a vast, snow-covered forest, chased by men whose swords gleam with deadly intent. His breath is ragged, his steps faltering, but he doesn’t dare slow down. With every crunch of snow beneath armored boots drawing closer, the child knows he’s running out of time. When a single misstep sends him tumbling to the frozen ground, all seems lost. His pursuers close in, their blades raised, ready to strike. But something stirs in the shadows of the forest, something ancient, something watching. The chase may have ended, but the story is just beginning.

Amanda, a Manhattan heiress, finds herself broke and abandoned in Texas after her cruel fiancé, Jake, leaves her stranded. Desperate for a fresh start, she encounters Damien Hughes, Jake's rugged cowboy uncle, who offers her a lifeline: work for him in exchange for covering her sister’s medical bills. As Amanda trades her pearls for cowboy boots, she discovers newfound strength and independence amidst the wild charm of ranch life. But when a confrontation with Jake’s mother leaves Amanda injured, her world is upended with the shocking news that she’s pregnant. Can Amanda and Damien forge a bond strong enough to overcome the challenges of the past, or will it all come crashing down?

The dust of a small Texas town settled around Tessica Raleigh, a world away from the familiar outskirts of Dodge City, Kansas. She didn't expect much from this "Podunk" place, certainly not excitement. Her life revolved around the rhythm of the seasons, the annual harvest of wheat and corn that her family meticulously managed. Her true sanctuary wasn't a quiet room or a bustling city street; it was the cab of a combine or a tractor, the steady hum of the engine a comforting presence as she plowed and harvested the crops. Romance was a distant, practically nonexistent, concept in her demanding schedule. Her parents, meanwhile, basked in their perceived wealth from the successful harvests, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond their financial comfort. On the Triple R Ranch, Logan Ray was living a different, yet equally focused, life. His days were steeped in the traditions of the ranch, a legacy passed down by his dad and uncles. His sophomore year had been smooth sailing, and he felt no anxieties about stepping into junior year. The only real pressure came from his friends, who relentlessly teased him about getting a girlfriend. Logan, however, had his priorities set on his studies and the demanding work of the ranch. He found far more interest in the intricacies of cattle and crops than in high school dating. This focus, however, sometimes made him a target for Kale Edwards, Sawyer Edwards' oldest son, whose animosity often manifested in physical blows.

I never mattered. Magicless. Worthless. A commoner at the bottom of the barrel, forced to grovel just to stay alive in a world ruled by mana and bloodlines. I polished their boots, swallowed my pride, and obeyed every command like a loyal dog—because all I wanted was to survive. But survival wasn't enough for them. They took everything. My dignity. My hope. My life. Betrayed by the woman I loved—her dagger was the last thing I felt before darkness claimed me, and laughter echoed around my dying body. But death wasn't the end. An unknown entity offered me a deal—and I took it without hesitation. Now, I’ve regressed to the past, armed with an SSS-Class Grimoire, and a fire in my soul that no magic can extinguish. This time, I won’t grovel. I won’t beg. I will make them fall. They’ll scream. They’ll run. They’ll wish for death—and I’ll be there to watch, unblinking, unmerciful. And once their ashes scatter in the wind, I’ll rise—beyond vengeance, beyond power—to claim my destiny as: The Sorcerer King. You want to see how far a broken man can go when given a second chance? Come closer. The adventure is just beginning.

In Velmoria, vampires reign and mages like Lyra Ashbourne are crushed under their boots. When the royal court imprisons her family, Lyra decides she has had enough. She plots revenge. Disguised as a vampire, she infiltrates the palace with a plan to destroy the crown from within. But when a failed assassination forces her into a political marriage with Prince Kael Veylor the enemy she despises most her mission grows dangerously complicated. Crown prince Kael Veylor Is cold and arrogant and wants nothing to do with his new bride, convinced she's just another power-hungry court pawn. Lyra wants nothing more than to slit his throat and free her people. Yet behind Kael’s cruel smile lies a rebellion... And behind Lyra’s rage lies a hope she thought she'd lost. In a kingdom built on blood and lies, they must become more than enemies they must become allies, lovers, and revolutionaries. If they don’t kill each other first. Expect a tantalising slow burn and juicy drama and secrets. hehehe

Si Fan, an omnipotent goddess of war from another world, reincarnated as a rich daughter with the same name, who was frail, helpless, and bullied by everyone. Due to her best friend's machinations, she suffered her own family's scorn and was disowned, becoming everyone's laughing stock."Just a piece of trash who happens to be notorious... She's nothing without the Si family now!"The goddess simply sneered and focused on her career, earning millions. She built multiple identities as the queen of boxing, the puppeteer of showbiz, the elite hacker, and the empress of investment! Even without the Si family, she lived glamorously, and life could not be better. One day, she drove into a billion-dollar mansion with a gorgeous man in her Maserati, leaving everyone stunned. Crushed by her boot, her stepfather begged for mercy in tears of regret. Her stepsister was crying and gritting her teeth. Later, her boyfriend turned out to be the big shot of a mysterious family with enormous influence over financial institutions. And then later, her true identity was revealed to be the daughter of a noble heir, and she now had four brothers who spoiled her rotten...The goddess could not stop winning. She watched as scumbags lashed out at each other beneath her because they wanted to do her dirty but could not!

The continent of Zhaogan has been torn apart by endless war, with kingdoms rising and falling beneath the boots of ruthless warlords. But the greatest threat comes not from within, but from a brutal foreign invasion that sweeps across Jin Kanzaki’s homeland—toppling his people and scattering survivors like ash in the wind. Jin, a solitary swordsman traveling the shattered lands, carries a quiet determination beneath his wandering exterior. Though he keeps his past and his true master hidden, the invasion awakens something fierce within him. When he rescues a child—the last hope of a devastated village—Jin is forced to confront the storm consuming his country.

Imagine if you had a system that was literally — infinite. The ring he bought from a stranger two years ago wasn’t just an antique. It was a key. And now, with a system booting up in his mind and his world collapsing around him, Adriel is pulled into a new realm, Astron, where strength reigns supreme. Armed with The Infinite System, that can do anything and everything, watch how Adriel becomes the strongest, greatest, and well...infinite. A new world. A new body. An infinite system. Limitless potential. --- *DING* [System Starting...] [Welcome To The Infinite System] [System Cannot Be Accessed Due To Insufficient Energy] "What the Fu... "

Well it can't be that hard to clean universes worth of trash... (animeforum.g handle : GKYReviews_1, Lv 99, Top poster, Certified) Kenji Yamoto savant in all things isekai, Japanese reincarnation story, over 400 titles reviewed, documented and analyzed. There is but one thing left to do with all this knowledge but go there himself! But cultivating a exceptional terrible life, it's granted one slacking goddess takes pity on his clearly unfulfilled soul and boot him off to summer school with some incredibly beautiful ladies! (Which will obviously fall in love with his new dashing looks and cheats.) But crap! Upon seeing his garbage demeanor and life takes nessacary action and throw him in the "Heavenly Cosmic All Purpose Dump". So take part in a long long journey to some how clean up this dammed place. (WILL PROBABLY CHANGE FRONT COVER SOME TIME)