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What Did Gojo Said To Geto

WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!

For as long as Reon could remember, his life had been a monotonous cycle of solitude. A loner to the core, he buried himself in his studies and part-time jobs just to get by. No family. No friends. No joy. No sorrow. Just an empty existence. But fate had other plans. Reon suddenly found himself transmigrated into the world of a novel he had read, all because of a complaint about the Protagonist. However, he wasn’t reborn as the protagonist, a powerful supporting character or even a notable figure. No, fate had saddled him with the most pitiful role imaginable: A Villain! No, he wasn’t the villain who sparked fear to everyone or the rival who challenged the protagonist’s growth. No, he was that guy—the one who gets a single line of dialogue before being obliterated, his only purpose to highlight the hero’s strength. The kind of character readers would roll their eyes at and skip over without a second thought. Yes, he had become that kind of background character—cannon fodder, a disposable pawn, a nameless lackey serving under a third-rate villain! The worst kind of cliché—a spineless dog for a spoiled young master from a powerful family, wagging his tail at every order. The one whose destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death long before the main story even began. How could fate be so cruel? So petty?! But Reon wasn’t about to accept this. Not again. This time he wasn’t the Reon who had wasted away his first life. A world once confined to the pages of a novel had become his reality—a realm where strength commands respect, and the weak are trampled underfoot like insignificant ants. If this world wanted him to live like a dog and die like a stepping stone, it was dead wrong. This time, Reon resolved to live life to the fullest—to fight, to laugh, to love, to revel in the chaos of this fantasy world filled with magic, swords, and cultivation. No one would stop him from seizing his happiness. Not Fate. Not the so-called Protagonists. Not even Heaven itself. And if anyone dared to stand in his way? He would break the rules, exploit the extras, manipulate the main characters, and twist the very fabric of the story to serve his own ends. He would plunder the opportunities meant for the protagonist, destroy threats before they could rise, and rewrite his destiny with his own hands—whatever it took to carve out his path to survive. Would the main characters suffer? Who cares? Would the story change? Even better. This time, he would live without regrets. A glass of wine in one hand, a woman in the other, and unshakable strength beneath his feet. That was the plan… until the system arrived. . . . [Ding! The Host has awakened the Heaven Plundering System! If the host wishes to survive in this world, he must kill Heaven’s Child—or perish in their hand.] . . . WHAAT! . . . --------------------WARNING------------------- . . . . If you prefer a dense, shy, beta, submissive protagonist, then this novel is not for you. Here, the main character will be Domineering, Ruthless, Calm, Intelligent, Cunning, and Alpha-type—caring only for his loved ones while remaining cold toward the rest of the world. Additionally, female leads will be Strong, Intelligent, and Loyal—not merely waiting for the main character to come and rescue them like a fairytale prince. The harem in this story will be large, with each member being capable and equally important to the plot. Every character will have their own significance and development, contributing meaningfully to the story. . . . NO NTR!! NO YURI!! NO FUTA!! NO YAOI!! . . . [There will be smut scenes in later chapters, it will be marked as (R-18) beside the headline. Minors, please exercise caution] . . . °°°°The story will unfold at a slower pace, so I encourage fellow Daoists to be patient and support me on this journey. If you have any suggestions or ideas, feel free to share them in the comments. I will consider adding them if I find them truly good.°°°°
MysticWanderer · 110.7K Views

Where did I reincarnate?

There will be about 2 to 3 chapters per weeks starting on Monday or Tuesday. Theos Martin is a young man with a unique charm, both open-minded and socially accomplished. To those around him, he embodies a rare combination of strength, intelligence, and authenticity, qualities he hides beneath more ordinary talents: a surprising mastery of video games and an extensive knowledge of anime. But behind this facade of an ordinary boy lies a soul marked by the extraordinary. His life changes forever the day a goddess appears, revealing a truth beyond understanding: he is the destined hero chosen to confront the Demon King, a malevolent entity whose threat looms over another world. To save this mysterious universe, Theos must leave the comfort of his daily life and plunge into the unknown, leaving behind everything he knows. However, the journey to this new world does not go as planned. Theos finds himself deprived of some of his strength, in a strange and hostile environment, where reality follows none of the orderly rules of a game. He quickly realizes that this quest is about more than defeating an enemy; it will push him to discover himself and make choices that could change not only his own destiny but also that of the world he left behind. Notes : The upcoming chapters will be corrected. I'm only publishing them because it's been a while since my last update. Don't worry, the changes won't significantly impact the story. Thank you for your understanding!
YKC · 16.6K Views

WORDS WE NEVER SAID

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.
silverstariii · 9.8K Views

When did My Tears Ricochet?

Wanna escape reality? Yeah, I got nothin' of that. Not a fan of romance nor fantasy, just someone who wants to write something depressing— Hey, if I'm miserable, you should too. So here's the story of how I died— yep, major spoiler. Yes, I'm narrating my own story, so what? I'm also gonna talk shit about myself, yeah... Who does that? Me, beyotch. I have a love and hate relationship with myself. My story is like a rollercoaster ride— cliche isn't it? Probably. If you want to cry, and then laugh afterwards like an idiot or someone who spent their whole day scrolling on TikTok with different context, you'll probably like this. I was never abused when I was a kid— you might be asking "Hm, how is this a depressing story if the main character was never abused when she was a kid?"— First of all, that's horrible, (Hulk, 2022). I mean, you guys expecting a literal kid to experience shit. Second, that's not the only thing you should expect. As I grew up, I thought "Damn, what a bummer, I've been looking forward to being an adult... lay around, do nothing, stare at the ceiling, and become a freeloader."— I realized that is the literal definition of someone who's diagnosed with depression or some other mental disorder or just lazy af. I was hit by Reality driving a bulldozer. I lost everything because of a huge mistake. I want it back... I want it all back. I want my life back but there's nothing I can do now. Looking back, I think I should've been nicer to everyone... but maybe it's for the better, since I'm already dead, they're not gonna have a hard time moving on from losing me since I'm a piece of shit. Do you still want to read this? Oh, no, it will not end with me dying. Wanna find out the ending of this? Yeah, me too. Sit back, relax, and read.
akaiiiiiiii · 756 Views
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