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What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy?

In the most cliched fashion, a giant truck-kun smashed into my World, killing everyone with it. And in the next most cliched event, I was given a second chance in life by the gods to live another life in a world of swords, magic and dragons! It’s literally a dream come true! Be a hero? Who has the time?! Conquer the world? Like hell I’ll do something so troublesome! Diving into dungeons, exploring ancient ruins and meeting all the weirdos of the world? Sign me right up!! I’m only interested in travelling the world to find the most interesting materials I can use to write the best story I can! I’ll show you my creativity and dazzle this new world with the stories I’ll write! I’ll fight with dragons, swim with krakens, wrestle giants, eat all the cakes and bed the beauties! Time to live this life however I want! Eh? A psycho is running around the world saying that they are the hero who will slay the demon lord? Why is there such a crazy person? There’s someone out there threatening the world with nukes? How did they even find out how to make those? Some crazy hobo is going into other people’s houses to smash pots to look for money? That guy really must be crazy. What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy? ----- [Character Creation:] [Gender:] [Male] [Female] >[Futa] *** Notes: Any R-rated scenes will be denoted by a '*' followed by an 'R' with the number of 'R's showing how much of it is R-rated. '*R' would be around 25%, '*RR' would be about 50% and '*RRR' would most likely be the entire chapter. You can join our discord through this link: https://discord.gg/CRrb56c
Draekai · 4.7M Views

Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.
QuillMistress · 313K Views

Isekai Dominion: The Creator’s Rule

What... what... so am I overpowered from the start, like those isekai protagonists?" he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as the absurdity of the situation hits him. For a moment, he feels it—the urge, that ridiculous, cliché moment where he should lower his head, place a hand over his face, and let out that slow, ominous chuckle. The kind that echoes with menace. The kind the overpowered protagonists always do when they realize their strength. "Mwahaha, I am gonna be unstoppable!" Mwahaha... He stops midway, sighs, and mutters, "Wait... this is way too cringe." His fingers twitch. He takes a breath. ...Then, he scoffs. "Tch." He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Yeah, that really won't suit me." Then he grins. Not the exaggerated, theatrical grin of a villain, but something darker, sharper—one that could freeze the blood in your veins. A grin that promises something no one wants to see. He exhales slowly, and a laugh slips from him—low, guttural, and dripping with malice. It doesn't explode. It doesn't need to. It slides into the air, filling every inch of the room with a quiet, suffocating certainty. "Ah... haha... heh." He wasn't just Vael Seraphis. He realized he was something beyond the limits of this reality. And he intended to make full use of it. In this unknown world, he would do what he had always done-study, adapt, and take control. But first, he had to play his role. The Elias Varn he once used to be now is dead. Vael Seraphis had been born anew. And this was only the beginning.
Dao_Heart7 · 5.4K Views
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