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Demonic Pornstar System

Diving into dungeons, slaying monsters, and… filming porn? When the mana apocalypse struck, 15% of humanity awakened supernatural abilities, becoming the world’s new superstars: conquering dungeons, leveling up, and raking in fame and fortune. Kaiden wasn’t one of them. Stuck among the powerless 85%, he was just another broke college student, until a banana peel sent him tumbling into a very unconventional system. Now, his path to power isn’t through leveling up alone, but through fame as well. To thrive in this new world, he’ll have to master more than just dungeon clears and combat... Kaiden must conquer the world of adult content to rise to the apex. Blending action, romance, and slice-of-life, this novel aims to deliver an unforgettable adventure! ... There's a pinned review with many details on what you can expect from the story, but I'm going to answer here the one pressing question I imagine most of you will have: Will the MC allow other men to see his harem members in action? Initially, yes. But (SPOILER WARNING) he and his girls will come to a decision together in chapters 198-199, which is to appeal only to the female viewers because they need to increase the 'fangirl' stat to in turn increase the system's rank. From that point on, no males will be able to view their content. As for the old content that's already out there, the system has a special quest for them, and if they nail it, that older material will be completely wiped from people's computers. It will cease existing altogether. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/bjunEkswQ3
NecroBin · 1.6M Views

My System Forced Me to Get Buff and Find Love?!

For seventeen years, Samantha Kisaragi wished for only one thing: a normal life, free from the chronic illness that made her a fragile glass doll in her family’s eyes. One morning, her wish is granted by... a tiny, floating mochi with a god complex? This smug spectral "System" offers her a miraculous, perfectly healthy body. The price? She must now complete a series of insane missions, from the mortifying to the life-threatening. The rules are simple: succeed and level up. Get stronger, faster, and maybe even a little more charming. But if she fails, the penalty is a fate worse than any illness: her body will warp into a 'Cursed Physique'—a seven-foot-tall mountain of grotesque muscle powered by the same old fragile constitution. A titan's strength with a body that could collapse from a stiff breeze. Now, this former shut-in is being forced to get buff, all while juggling a top-priority quest to save her perfect older brother from a shadowy, five-star threat hunting him down. And as if that's not enough pressure, the System is also demanding she "Ignite the Flames of Passion" and make someone fall in love with her, pushing her into ridiculously close and awkward situations with her bubbly best friend. With only a cheeky floating dessert for a guide, a terrifyingly competent senior known as the 'Ice Queen' as an unlikely ally, and a clock ticking on both her brother's life and her own romantic prospects, Samantha must learn to be a weapon. She was a girl who just wanted to be normal. Now, she has to become a monster to protect everything she loves.
rnzu_akrn · 102.8K Views

Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball

[Abandon all hope, ye who enter here] They say the Upperworld is paradise, clean air, real sunlight, and lives worth living. Down here, we've got rust, shadows… and Breakball. A savage fusion of street basketball, bloodsport, and raw spectacle, Breakball is the only way out of the slums. No rules. No mercy. Men and women grind together, shirtless or in skin-tight outfits, fighting for points, pride, and power. Drugs flow. Sex sells. One match can change your life... or end it. And once a year, the rich come down to watch us bleed. The Blood Star Invitational, one shot to rise, or vanish forever. Nash Blaze was built for this world. Quiet. Tactical. Obsessed with winning. A pass-first point ghost who made his trash team look like stars. But on the day of their miracle call-up, his teammates kicked him out. "You're too weak for the pros. Just a ghost on the court." Even his girlfriend left him, right into the arms of the new team ace. Abandoned, forgotten. Nash was ready to disappear. Until something inside him snapped. [REWRITE SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Categories: Body | Mind | Lust | Dominance. Boosts gained through Training, Victory, Seduction. Trait: Erotic Ascension | Hidden Stat: Legacy Now, Nash can rewrite everything, muscle by muscle, stat by stat. From stamina to sex appeal, reflexes to raw size, every conquest pushes him closer to the top. The court made him a ghost. Now he's coming back as a demon. Fame, vengeance, and women are just the beginning. Because when you're born in the dirt… You don't rise. You burn your way up.
Yalatola · 5.5K Views

I Must Kill The Gods

Have you heard of the "Dark Forest Hypothesis"? The cosmic theory that intelligent civilizations remain silent, hiding in the vast darkness of space—ever vigilant for predators lurking in the void. For Earth, this nightmare has become reality. Our world now suffers under dual existential threats: the technologically superior Vertex, alien invaders who claim Earth as their ancestral homeland, and the catastrophic "False Realities"—dimensional tears consuming our planet piece by piece. Within these mythological realms dwell gods and creatures of ancient legend, now twisted into entities desperate to harvest human souls for their very existence. But fate weaves an unexpected thread through this tapestry of doom. Theodore, a man with an unnaturally empty emotional landscape, navigates this dying world with detached precision. Yet beneath his hollow exterior lies something that has been tried desperately to be erased—a truth buried deep within his fractured mind. As Earth's final days approach and the boundaries between myth and reality collapse, fragments of Theodore's true self begin to resurface. The muscle memory of combat. The whispers of a forgotten self. The promised fire that didn't stop burning. In a world where both aliens and gods conspire against humanity's survival, one man will remember his purpose and embrace a terrible truth: He must kill the gods. Want more? Keep in mind my chapters are on average 5k words(that's a lot!) but I'm uploading it into bits on this site so people don't think there's not much content out. Then check out the author's notes at the end of any chapter. I can't wait to see you there! ;)
PrisonerOfFantasy · 26.9K Views

The Age of Martial Enlightenment.

In the beginning, mankind was weak. Prey to beasts, to plague, to the winds and whims of the heavens. Kingdoms rose and fell like sandcastles at the edge of a storm-tossed sea. Swords rusted. Kings bled. No one was beyond death. But then came the Nine Pillars. Forged in the twilight of the ancient world by nameless sages who pierced the secrets of heaven and earth, the Pillars were not structures of stone, but of spirit, flesh, and will. They were paths—painful, ruthless, divine paths—by which a mortal might climb beyond the chains of his body and seize dominion over it. The First Pillar, Strength Refinement, marked the beginning of the path. For ten years, a cultivator would temper their raw might until their muscles became as iron and their blows could break boulders. From there, the path only grew steeper. Flesh Refinement hardened skin into armor. Muscle Refinement made each sinew a coiled spring of destruction. Tendon Refinement—the Fourth Pillar—turned movement into mastery, footstep into flight, swordplay into something near divine. And beyond that? Bone, Organ, Marrow, Blood, and finally, Meridian Refinement—the ninth and last Pillar—was said to bestow eternal life, peerless power, and the ability to shatter mountains with a breath. At its peak stood the Martial Emperors, titans in human form. Yet such beings were as rare as phoenixes. Each Pillar demanded a toll of decades—forty years for the Fourth, ninety for the Ninth—but time given was returned a hundredfold. A cultivator aged slower, lived longer, endured more. But few ever had the resolve—or the years—to climb far. This was the Age of Martial Enlightenment, where kingdoms no longer measured greatness by armies or coin, but by the strength of their cultivators. Martial sects rivaled noble houses. Swordsmen wandered the land like demigods. The strong dictated truth, and the weak obeyed.
AshuraDaoLord · 6.9K Views
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