Script Shrek

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life. But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain! This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King. —————————— In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated! An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan! There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus. Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight. There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

usually grade one core gives 25, grade two gives 50, grade 3 gives 100. grade 4 gives 200, grade 5 gives 500. After being dragged through a mysterious portal, Zed found himself entangled in a murder he didn’t commit. Worse, he carried an ancient demon bloodline, and in the world of Eldoria, that made him a target. Thankfully, Zed had three aces: a unique soul, unnaturally high vitality and a gift from a woman trapped in the forbidden abyss. The Blood Monarch System. It let him consume the essence of his prey—unlocking their strengths, their secrets, their very bloodlines. And so, Zed decided to live his life to the fullest. He’d slay monsters, dominate deadly ruins, and conquer the hearts—and bodies—of beauties. As for his ultimate goal? It was simple. Become a supreme existence. "The key to awakening bloodlines and getting stronger is chaos... and a few charming ladies along the way." In the magical world of Eldoria, mana flowed through everything. Unfortunately, Zed Deverux was born with Withering Mana Syndrome, a disease that drained mana from his body and made surviving past the age of nine nearly impossible. Miraculously, he managed to live for twenty years, tirelessly searching for a cure with the help of his eccentric alchemist mentor. One day, after drinking her latest potion, his condition seemed to improve—only to later discover the shocking truth behind the 'elixir'. It was her breast milk?! Light colored eyes are considered ugly here?" Aidan Reith found himself transmigrated into a fantasy world just before his acting debut, only to discover its beauty standards were a bit off. But Aidan quickly adapted and got excited. He loved acting, and this strange world offered countless cultures to explore. To his surprise, he also awakened the power of a chameleon. All he needed was the body of a species, and he could turn it into a wearable skin! [You can become a demon. Do you want to read the 'haunted village' script?] [You can become a poisonous lamia. Do you want to read the 'gem-loving snake' script?] [You can become a dragoman. Do you want to read the 'dark dragon's harem' script?] Aidan soon realized the world's entertainment lacked variety, so he decided to create the first movie theater. And those who tried to stop him? They mysteriously disappeared. "Dual cultivation is actually the cure to my illness?" In the martial world of Danxia, qi flowed through everything. Unfortunately, Seth Fenix was born with Withering Qi Syndrome, a disease that drained qi from his body and made surviving past the age of nine nearly impossible. Miraculously, he managed to live for nineteen years, tirelessly searching for a cure with the help of his eccentric alchemist mentor. One day, after drinking her latest potion, his condition

Waking up in an unfamiliar world with no memories, I had only one advantage—a mind filled with knowledge of fictional tropes, clichés, and common sense learned from countless novels. At first, I thought I was trapped in a romcom nightmare when I started triggering events like "Helping a Girl on a Rainy Day", "Damsel in Distress", and "Tripping Into the Heroine’s Arms." Naturally, I shut those nonsense down before they could escalate. No forced romances. No misunderstandings. No cringe. But something was clearly off. The world wasn’t just a slice-of-life comedy. Beneath the cliché academy setting, there were whispers of awakening powers, hidden dangers, and a brutal magic academy entrance exam. And every challenge I prevented or manipulated was an opportunity to grow stronger. [Title Earned: Background Character.] [Achievement Unlocked: Firm Mind.] [New Skill Acquired: Background Character's Aura.] [New Ability Acquired: Anti-Narrative Influence.] I may be just a background character, but if fate insists on throwing these events at me, I’ll turn them into stepping stones. Let the protagonists play their scripted roles—I have my own path to power.

This is the story of Thalion Ah'Vaialu—a half-everything. Half-NPC, Half-Elvar, Half-forgotten, Half-overpowered. Nineteen years before humanity could officially log into the most advanced immersive world ever created, one soul glitched into the system. A soul from our world, meant for nowhere—reborn as a four-year-old half-elf NPC with no future... until the interface booted up. Now, Thalion isn't just another background character. With Mythic potential, a Legendary-class bloodline, and no idea how to act like a proper NPC, he's rewriting the rules of a system designed to contain him. This is not a trapped-in-a-game story. This world is real—just not ours. The players are long-lived humans projecting avatars into living, breathing realms. But Thalion? He's no avatar. He's not entirely an NPC either, he's something else. Follow his journey as he walks the line between player and native, glitch and godling—forging a path no script ever accounted for. No harem. Romance—maybe. Later. No edgelord brooding or hero complex. Just a soul, a UI, and the power of will.

Elara Venn thought her job was simple: transmigrate into each world, fix the tragic lives of certain characters, and walk away quietly once peace was restored. She was wrong. She never saves anyone—because she always gets hunted first. In every world, there’s always one possessive maniac waiting ahead of the script. They don’t follow the plot. They don’t care about the mission. They only care about her. “You’re mine. I want your eyes to never look at anyone else.” “Tell me what I have to do—just to make you choose me.” Elara Venn: “D-Don’t come closer. I’ll scream.” Inner voice: “God, stop talking and just do it already.” She’s here to heal fates, but before she can even start her work, someone’s already gripping her chin, whispering sweet madness, and throwing the whole world off course. Worse? These stalkers are always hot. Unreasonably hot. Dangerously skilled. And terrifyingly obsessed. Now she’s not just fixing destinies— She’s babysitting broken love, one lunatic at a time.

Kenji Tanaka was just another burnt-out programmer in Tokyo until a fatal system error plunged him into a nightmare... or a new reality. Transported to Aethelgard, a world of vibrant magic and untold dangers, Kenji discovers his logical mind and programming skills manifest in an impossible way: he can see and "code" the very fabric of reality through a mysterious "System Architect Interface." With the small, spirited sylph Lyra as his guide, Kenji must learn to master his unique powers – from manipulating objects with mental "scripts" to creating Aether constructs – just to survive. But Aethelgard is being consumed by a dark plague known as the Blight, corrupting the land and its creatures into ravenous monsters. After witnessing the Blight's brutality at Greystone Crossing and finding a fragile refuge in the mountain village of Havenwood, Kenji realizes his arrival might not have been a mere accident. As tremors of war shake his new home and subterranean creatures threaten to annihilate everything, the programmer-turned-reality-architect must use every line of his "code" to protect the innocent and unravel the secrets behind his transmigration and the Blight's origin. Can a programmer from another world debug a reality on the brink of collapse, or will he be just another variable in an algorithm of destruction? Dive into "Chronicles of the Aether Architect" and find out if logic can triumph over dark magic.

Cynthia has entered a romance game that is not yet online. In the beginning, she was offered to the Bloods as a “gift” from the human nobility, and became a test subject for the madman's ancestor. --No first embrace, no bloodline, but she survives. The system is asleep, the plot has deviated, the NPCs are all at risk, and even the original “male protagonists” are not following the script. Cynthia wakes up under the cold gaze of the blood nobles, trying to stay alive while carefully weaving an identity for herself. She has no clan, no background, and no one to cling to. But everyone knew that she was the one who was “made” by the hand of the originator. In the blood world, the first name represents the lineage, the last name represents the belonging. And there is only one “Cynthia”. --Cynthia. The eternal ancestor in the tower remained silent, and the system indifferently prompted her: “If you want to pass the level, please destroy the Bloods.” Cynthia: “...... Why don't you go try?” She decided not to pass the level and live first. And so-- The nobles found out that this young girl of unknown origin refused to submit to any clan, yet step by step she took control of the discourse. She belonged to no one, yet everyone could not ignore her. ⸻ [You think she's human? “No, she's the most dangerous variable in the blood world.” [Do you think she's going to raid the male lead?] “No, the male lead failed in his attempt to raid her and was nearly killed in return.” [You think she's a Toolman? “No, she's the exception that the system wouldn't even dare to predict.” -- “I am no one's heir.” “I only represent myself.”

"A forgotten noble wakes with a system that sees the world as equations. Magic is no longer a gift — it's something to be solved. They called my affinity useless. They had no idea I’d rewrite the laws of magic." Born the third son of a minor baron, I was given the rarest — and most mocked — affinity: Logic. It doesn’t burn. It doesn’t heal. It doesn’t destroy. But it sees. In a world ruled by divine bloodlines and evolving monsters, I’ve been sent to the empire’s top magic academy — a proving ground for the strong, and a graveyard for the forgotten. Whispers speak of ten lost beings tied to the fate of the world… And while others train to follow the rules of magic— I’m here to break them. This is the rise of the weakest affinity. This is the beginning… of the Tenth Script.

When Lang Mac just crossed over, he thought he had taken the script of a salted fish lying still. Just as she was about to lie down, the dying patient suddenly sat up and found herself in a scenario of apocalyptic survival. From the moment she couldn't believe it to accepting her fate, she only used three seconds. According to the principle of "it's better to die than to live", Lang Mac only thought of the dog's life, as long as the dog didn't die, he would die. When the enemy comes, fight, when the country rises, raise the foundation, occasionally still want to go into the game of picking up other people's unwanted trash, the rest is as a middleman to earn a price difference, small life is also too beautiful to be thought of. Unconsciously, she suddenly turned her head and discovered that the end of the world did not seem so scary.

Arnold wakes up trapped as Atlas, the hapless prince in Lara’s beloved otome game—only this version of Atlas has demons bowing at his feet and calling him their messiah. While Lara showers him with sisterly kisses and heartfelt confessions, hordes of fiends whisper promises of ultimate power if he’ll embrace his role as the Final Boss. But with every prophecy he shatters and every spoiler he wields, the original storyline unravels—demons rage, nobles panic, and the game itself tears to shreds. In a world built on scripted endings, Atlas will carve out his own destiny…one deadly choice at a time. In this LitRPG romance gone wrong, survival isn't just about beating the system—it's about escaping the heart of a yandere. Reader Goals: 50 Golden Tickets = 1 Extra Chapter 150 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter 1 Magic Castle = 2 Extra Chapters

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.

Veyra Halden was a bastard daughter in her last life—nothing but a filthy stain on their pristine reputation, an embarrassment they hid behind luxury curtains and fabricated smiles. But she fought back, clawed her way to the top, and made them kneel for forgiveness they never truly meant to give. Just when the world finally bowed to her name, fate played its cruelest card—she was diagnosed with a terminal illness. On her deathbed, she got hooked on the most popular, most dog-blooded, addictive web novel about fame and power. A story so infuriating it nearly made her spit blood. In it, the weak were trampled, and cannon fodder were nothing more than sacrificial lambs. Then she woke up… as one of the cannon fodder characters. Erisia Wrenford. The forgotten lastborn of a prestigious family. The real daughter abandoned for a fake. But this time? She’s not playing by their script. If the universe thinks it can turn her into a joke again, she’ll drag the stars down with her. …So why is the family of the country’s wealthiest bachelor suddenly asking for her hand in marriage? That definitely wasn’t in the plot. Now, watch her rise. Watch her burn. Watch her become the brightest star the world’s ever seen. This time, they’ll all remember her name.

My name is Loki. Not the god of mischief, but close enough. In my last life, I was a street rat with a bad attitude and a worse haircut. My hobbies included tricking rich kids, stealing cheap paperbacks, and reading one fantasy novel over and over again. And then I woke up inside it. Not as the protagonist. Not as the villain. Just a nobody. A background character with zero stats and no plot relevance. Worse? I remembered everything. The betrayals. The corrupted kingdoms. The apocalypse disguised as prophecy. The chains. The flame. The end of the world. Oh—and the author? Let’s just say they made a lot of… questionable decisions. So I decided to make a few of my own. Steal the legendary cards. Manipulate heroes. Kill villains before the plot needs them. Lie, cheat, and break the system itself if I have to. Because if fate made me a nobody— Then I’ll become the bug that crashes the whole story. This world doesn’t know it yet, but I’m done playing by its script. I’m not the reader anymore. I’m the rewrite. Checkmate. ... discord: https://discord.gg/59UqUTSZbt

Seif Amer was just an actor who lived for the spotlight — reckless, wild, and craving fame. But when a tragic accident thrusts him into the very movie he was supposed to film, everything changes. Now trapped in a world where every scene is a deadly trap, every line is scripted, and the stakes are life or death, Seif must fight not only to survive — but to find his true purpose behind the lies written for him. Is this some cruel joke? Or is there a hidden truth buried deep inside the story that could set him free? The script says he’s a pawn. But Seif? He’s ready to rewrite the ending.

His name was 25. On Avalis, he was just one of many tasked with fulfilling missions for Earth’s people. This time, he was given a simple one—live as Zeno Han and have an ordinary life. Easy. Or so he thought. The moment he took over Zeno’s body, someone shoved a script into his hands. “You’ll be perfect for this role!” And just like that, he was on set. [Fame Meter: Unable to Measure. Off the charts.] Doctor? Check. Pilot? Check. Eunuch? …Regrettably, check. Every script forces him to relive past missions, and somehow, he’s nailing every performance. Now, the industry wants to make him a star, but can he still complete his mission? Or will fame—and the terrifying unknown of failure—be his final curtain call?

"In Hollywood, dreams are made and broken every day. But some dreams refuse to die." Thirteen-year-old Vince Carter arrives in Los Angeles with nothing but raw ambition and an unshakeable belief in his destiny. When most kids his age are worried about homework, Vince is determined to conquer Hollywood. But Vince harbors a secret that will change everything. When he encounters scripts, he discovers an extraordinary ability, one that allows him to truly become the characters he reads, experiencing their lives, emotions, and wisdom as if they were his own. And today, he takes his first step into an industry that will never be the same. So come and join him, for his adventure has just begun. Singing? He'll top the charts. Acting? Critics will call him a generational talent. Directing? Box office gold will follow his name. Producing? He'll reshape the industry itself. From an unknown thirteen-year-old to Hollywood royalty, Vince will carve his own path to stardom, one unforgettable performance at a time. But in a world where talent meets ambition, where childhood innocence battles adult wisdom, and where every role shapes his soul, can a young dreamer with an impossible gift truly conquer it all?

"All untainted paths lead to the one truth." — A kind man named Malik died a ridiculous death. His soul was ripped out of the flow and shoved into the body of some cliché "Villain" in a faraway land... One that had already reached the end of their story. He had ten days before his public execution concluded. This Villain—well, Malik—used to be a Beggar. One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... A Sultan. The one ruler of the entire world. Now? He was stuck facing the very people he loved, ready to pay for all the “evil” he had done. Fate seemed hellbent on ending him no matter where he went. But just as he was about to give up... {Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?} A Script appeared before his mind’s eye. {Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?} {Would you like to become a True King?} {If so, repeat after me…} It gave him one word—ancient, powerful, and clear. “BASSORĀH!” Many paths came together. Then, a projection appeared. And it began to display... his memories? — This is a story about suffering. Regret. Anger. And forgiveness. {Volume One, Remember Me: Complete} {Volume Two, For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete} {Volume Three, When the Sparrow Falls: Complete} {Volume Four, I Saw A Dream: Complete} {Volume Five, Second Sun: Complete} {Volume Six, The Deprived Movement: Ongoing} Extra Tags: Drama. Reaction. Misunderstanding. Transmigration. Time Travel. Uncringed Title: I Won't Forgive You.

ROMANCE! APOCALYPSE! DRAMA LOVING GOD! REBIRTH! The hospital lights buzzed faintly above her, the edges of her vision already blurring into white. Blood pooled in her lungs. No family. No friends. Just the relentless beeping of a monitor counting down her last seconds. Rosalie stared at the sterile ceiling, tears sliding sideways across her temple. "I didn’t even get to do anything." She whispered. "No love. No one will remember I was here. If anyone’s out there… God, fate, whatever you are, hear me. Let me live again. Somewhere. Anywhere. Let me matter." When she woke up again, she wasn’t Rosalie anymore. She was Mei Shen, a forgotten noblewoman trapped in a story of cold nights and cruel tyrant hands. One night. No promises. A pregnancy with a tyrant's child. She ran. Hid. Escaped fate’s cruel grip. But less than a month later everything changed. “Subject detected. Lianwei Voss has entered your proximity. Obsession level: 85% - critical. Imminent event : Apocalypse countdown initiated -time remaining: Unknown. New genre unlocked: Dark romance -Obsession + villainous devotion activated." The game had changed. The rules were gone. "You broke the script. But you will never break me."God whispered in her ear. The child she carried was a weapon, her vengeance a fire. And somewhere in the darkness, the emperor’s obsession burned hotter than ever. One night, beneath the empire’s broken skyline, she found a stranger, broken, bleeding, unknown. She saved him. Not knowing she was cradling her own nightmare.

~REMON~WSA~2025~ I Was Just an Author… Until I Became the Character I Pity Most. I’m Cha Jin-sung, your friendly neighborhood writer... Well I used to be… until I died in the most cliché way possible: collapsing at my desk after clicking a shady email from a “fan.” Next thing I knew, I had woken up inside my cancelled novel—as an extra, no less: Kaiser Vanguard, a useless character I had only created out of pity. But unlike other poor souls who get thrown into fantasy worlds, I’ve got an edge: I know the plot and the players. The only thing I need to do is stay far, far away from the plot—not even daring to breathe the same air as the protagonist. Yeah, right!! To hell with that background character BS! Screw fate and the plot too. This is my damn story, why would I remain a side character? Still, I don't want much or even need much. Only gaining godlike powers, becoming OP, finding a wife in a world filled with countless baddies, protecting my friends and my clingy battle-crazed MC, and maybe, just maybe getting laid. Sure, my first two week might be hellish. But after that? I’ll fight, flirt, break the script, and forge my own ending, in a deadly and competitive academy. But even in a calm, dungeon-filled noble society, there is still darkness lurking in the shadows, and secrets yet to be told... Even the memories of my previous life have begun to fail me. Still, this is my life and story as the smart, handsome, overpowered protagonist: Kaiser Vanguard.

I claimed to be better than the MC. An Eldritch entity decided to put my claim to the test and reincarnated me into the world of the novel I read. But, I’m not alone. There are five other reincarnates? Wait, wait, wait! Why is the MC a regressor now? That wasn’t part of the script! ... Contact me (Discord): anvelope Discord Server: discord.gg/BR5kt99dhV

Adam, a talented comic book artist, finds his world turned upside down when he's suddenly transported into the universe of his own creation. But he isn't the hero. He's woken up as the story's main villain, a high school student gifted with the power to hear the thoughts of anyone within a 100-meter radius. To make matters worse, the story's actual hero is a regressor—he has traveled back in time. In the original timeline, the villain Adam now inhabits brutally murdered both the hero and the heroine. The hero has returned with one mission: to save the girl he loves at any cost, and that means eliminating Adam. But a twist Adam never wrote into his script occurs: the heroine, the very person the hero is trying to "save," finds herself irresistibly drawn not to the righteous hero, but to the brooding, conflicted villain—Adam. Haunted by the knowledge of the future he personally penned—a future that ends with his own death at the hero's hands—Adam tries desperately to distance himself from the main characters, hoping to escape his fate. But the more he pushes them away, the more entangled their destinies become, forcing the reluctant author to question if he can rewrite the ending, or if he's doomed to play the part he created for himself.

They called me a genius back on Earth. A threat. The man who broke into systems no one should access. They hunted me for years until... until they took her away. I died with nothing left to lose. Then I woke up here—in a world of swords and sorcery I recognize all too well. The "Saga of the Divine Swordsman." Except I'm not the hero. I'm barely a footnote in this epic tale. That might be my only advantage. I know this world is doomed. I know the so-called chosen one, Lucifer Windward, isn't enough to stop what's coming. I've seen how this story ends. But this time, I refuse to be a background character in someone else's tragedy. This time, I'll change the script. After all, what's fate to a man who's already lost everything once? https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

Xien Xie, the school's least popular loser, is about to get pummeled for the unforgivable sin of glancing at a girl's chest. Just another day in his pathetic life—until everything changes. Awakening the mysterious Time Stop System, Xien gains the power to freeze the world around him... and with it, a chance to flip the script on fate itself. His longtime crush? Now his first slave. His tormentors? Soon to learn what it means to mess with the wrong nobody. This isn’t your typical underdog story. It’s raw, ruthless, and unapologetically twisted. Read at your own risk. And hey if you don’t, maybe your search history will mysteriously go public. Just saying.

Leo Aetherwind was born a once-in-a-million-years genius—blessed with an immortal body, an illustrious bloodline, and a future foretold to rival gods. Yet, none of it could save him from betrayal. Framed by his own step-sisters, abandoned by his beloved Serena, and crushed under the weight of a rigged prophecy, Leo died a death worse than a dog—watching the hero Alex Bladecrest rise with all the heroines that once belonged to him. But fate flinched. Leo has regressed. Now reborn at the beginning of his journey, with memories of his downfall and the forbidden knowledge of future events, Leo no longer plays nice. He will seize every opportunity, devour every fate-bound power, and crush the “destined hero” underfoot. In a world that worships prophecy— Leo Aetherwind will rewrite the script. Even if he must become the villain who shatters the heavens. "He died a pawn of fate. Now he returns to break the game."

Imagine waking up as the villain in your sister's cheesy fantasy novel. Yeah, not ideal, especially when that villain is destined for hatred, and a grim end in some forgotten dungeon. That's Astrid's new reality. Her old life? Gone. Her new mission? Survive. And step one means throwing the original script out the window. But changing fate is way harder than it sounds. In a desperate move, Astrid makes the story's heroine, Lyra, her personal maid. Clever, right? Except teaching Lyra magic and treating her like, well, a person, backfires spectacularly. Lyra's gratitude twists into something intense, dark, and possessive. And she's not the only one. Astrid tries mending fences with her powerful aunt, only to find herself smothered by a love that feels dangerously close to madness. Even her ambitious half-sister, originally her rival, gets weirdly attached after Astrid shows her a bit of warmth and helps her gain power using some modern-world smarts. Astrid thought she was being clever, building alliances, creating intelligence networks, rewriting roles. She is changing the story, but it's warping everyone around her. Their loyalty? It's becoming obsession. Their affection? A dangerous fixation. Now, Astrid isn't just fighting the plot. She's drowning in a mess of her own making – caught between people who crave her, tangled in lies and affections twisted way out of shape. Everyone wants her, and sharing isn't remotely on their agenda.

Feng Zhaoyun—just as his name suggests, the only time he might’ve looked even remotely ugly was probably when he was still in his mother’s womb. The only misfortune in his life? Growing up without knowing who his parents were. But that didn’t matter, because luck had always been on his side. His life went so smoothly, so absurdly well, that he never once needed help from anyone. He once thought his life would continue like that—easy and boring—all the way to the end. Until one day, he saved a drowning child… and was dragged away by the river himself. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different world, in a completely different body… Heavens! Was this the universe making up for his twenty years of monotony? Finally, a little chaos! He was moved to tears! “What?! I have to share a body with someone else?! Since when did transmigration systems become this stingy?! Crossing into another world and I don’t even get a body of my own?! Where are my human rights?!” Feng Zhaoyun roared in fury. The system coldly tossed a script at him: “Complete the mission faster, and you’ll get your body faster.” “Get out of my body!” A bone-chilling voice rang from the young man who now shared a body with him, hatred dripping from every syllable—he looked like he wanted to split Feng Zhaoyun’s soul in half with a single slash. Feng Zhaoyun just chuckled: “Hehe.” He happily embraced the chaos. Unfortunately… someone else clearly wasn’t enjoying it as much. Little did Zhaoyun know, this “twist” was only the beginning… . . . There are countless people who want to bring me down... But luck has always stood with me!

[WPC JULY 2025 ENTRY] The Witch’s Heart and The Mortal’s Light A Pride Month Fantasy Epic In a world where magic divides and power isolates, one cursed forest hides a legend — and one ordinary girl dares to walk straight into it. Elara Wynn never asked for prophecy. All she wanted was a cure for her dying sister. But when she crosses into the Dreadwood Expanse, she finds more than herbs and hexes… She finds her — Morgwyn of Vel Ashen, the immortal witch feared across empires. A woman shrouded in shadows, wielding curses like breath, and carrying a past soaked in blood. Everyone says Morgwyn is a monster. Elara sees something else: sorrow, silence... a soul aching to be known. Bound by reluctant alliance and unwelcome fate, the two are thrust into a spiraling conflict of forgotten gods, fractured empires, and forbidden magic. As war brews and old scars split open, love flickers in the darkest of places — where redemption seems impossible, and trust is a spell few dare to cast. But the world is watching. And power, once awakened, refuses to sleep. Let them fear the witch. Let them doubt the mortal. Together, they will burn the script — and write a new myth in starlight. (>This book is dedicated to senior Machiavelli)

The world ended when the last Author fell. The story should have stopped. But someone kept writing. In the fog-drenched city of Nocthaven, where fate is scripted by unseen gods known as the Authors, every life follows a page. Every breath, every death, prewritten. But the pen fell silent. Time froze. The world decayed. Yet Darksun walks still. Branded a Defector, he carries the Nameless Manuscript—a living anomaly that lets him rewrite fragments of fate. Each stroke of its ink grants power… and madness. Hunted by Archivists, whispered about in shadows, and pursued by those who fear what he could become, Darksun defies the ending etched by the divine. But tampering with fate is not without price. As forgotten scripts awaken, ancient entities stir, and Rewrite Agents begin their purge, one truth becomes clear: He is not the hero. Not the villain. Not the chosen one. He is the one who writes after the end. --- Dark Fantasy Mystery Narrative System Post-Apocalyptic Anti-Hero MC Fate Manipulation Cosmic Horror Scheming Urban Fantasy System-Without-System ---

Leng Pan never expected her late-night rant after reading a book about the apocalypse to change her life forever. Frustrated by the sheer stupidity of the second female lead in the novel; Apocalypse Rebirth', she criticized her tragic death, and the character’s blind loyalty to the female lead. But when Leng Pan wakes up, she finds herself inside the very novel; as the second female lead! She realizes she had transmigrated into the novel on the day she’s meant to hand over the jade bangle with a space to the so-called “best friend” who would betray her. With only seven days left before the world falls into chaos, Leng Pan refuses to follow the script. Instead of giving up her greatest advantage, she uses it to stockpile supplies, distances herself from the scheming reborn heroine, and most importantly; fights for the love of the male lead who once died trying to save her. Armed with foreknowledge, Leng Pan will change her fate. No more being used as a stepping stone. No more tragic endings. This time, she will survive. And she will thrive, even in the apocalypse. But what happens when the butterfly effect of her transmigration changes the script? Will her plans fail to keep up with the changes or will she rise above the author’s imagination and write her own story with the man who would kill and die for her?

I killed the protagonist. Yeah. He was a real son of a bitch. Noah didn’t just stumble into this mess. He walked straight in—grinning, sword in hand. One day, he wakes up inside his favorite game… as a throwaway side character no one remembers. A complete nobody. But when he figures out who the so-called “main character” is? Some smug, self-righteous psycho. So yeah—he killed him. No regrets. Story over, right? Not exactly. Because this world? It’s got one more player. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?" Now the story’s off the rails, the world’s gone completely off-script, and Noah’s got a new goal: Steal the hero’s spot. Rewrite the plot. Find out who the hell this other player is. And maybe—just maybe—make this damn story fun for once. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/tQ76KAUQfN