Atlantis Vinny Boom

The legendary mercenary Great Emperor, the "Forbidden God King" Ye Chenfeng, had returned to the city, sweeping away everything with an invincible stance. He had unveiled millennia-old mysteries, Atlantis, the Maya civilization, and the astonishing secrets hidden beneath the Himalayas...

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

Synopsis: Matthew and Vinny were never meant to be good for each other. Once childhood friends, their bond shattered as they grew up, leaving behind resentment, jealousy, and an unspoken hunger for something neither could define. Vinny, charming and untouchable, hides his fear of real attachment behind manipulation and indifference. Matthew, cold and calculating, has learned never to trust—especially not the boy who once abandoned him. When a twisted plan sets them on a path of deception, betrayal, and undeniable attraction, the line between love and hate blurs. Vinny is supposed to be playing Matthew, making him fall only to break him apart. But as Matthew fights back with his own cruel games, the heat between them ignites into something neither can control. Toxic, passionate, and impossible to resist, they are each other’s greatest downfall. Because in a game where both are red flags, obsession is the only thing left standing.

“Hey monster, you're not ready for this blow, but I don't give a shit!!” said Lian as he drew a circle inside another circle in his mind. Then, a few seconds later, a fireball as big as a house hit a monster just over 4 meters tall... It was a waste of resources, but it was damn fun! “BOOM!!!” he said as the fireball reached the monster, covering it entirely. The excitement on his face was palpable as his clothes and hair fluttered from the power generated by the impact. [Accuracy: 97%] “Tsk, it's really hard to achieve 100% accuracy when casting spells... that just means I have to do better!” Meanwhile, the monster and the entire area around him was destroyed. The crater was huge, flames burned the ground, and ash mixed with dust covered the air. --- In a world full of Gates, Mages and Knights work together to defend humanity from extinction Lian, a boy from a small town, awakens a very... unique system. Casting spells by drawing strange shapes in his mind had become normal for him by now. Thanks to the system, he had become a Mage, a human capable of using mana to cast spells. Facing monsters from the Gates had become routine. Studying magic was a pastime. After all, he had the System, he didn't need to study classical magic. Or maybe not...

Three hundred years ago, humans completed space travel. During the first hundred years, technology experienced a massive boom and advanced rapidly. In that time, they discovered an artifact capable of helping humans awaken a path at the age of sixteen or older — the Star Awakening Orb. Although the Star Awakening Orb was a blessing, it was also a double-edged sword. A nearby planet discovered that Earth also had one and began to covet it. Since then, a war has raged between both worlds, lasting nearly three hundred years to this day. On the day of awakening, Xuan Yu awakened… nothing. Not a Knight, not a Mage, not even a Seer. Because he wasn’t destined to be any of them. He was Nothing—and that made him something the world could never understand.

[WSA 2024 Entry] [3-5 daily chapers update] “BOOM!” Tron's body smashed through seven mountains, shattering them to dust as shockwaves destroyed everything in a twenty mile radius! But by a stroke of luck, he managed to survive. [DING!] [Host's has received an attack from a Crimson Void Dragon God] [Host's muscles will begin to adapt to the same level of power.] [DING!] [Congratulations Host, You now possess the strength of a God-level Magus!] * * * In a world where magic reign supreme, Tron Mahoraga was rendered crippled, his Magical Cortex destroyed, used as an experiment for an Arch Magus. However... [Ding! Congratulations! Ultimate Evil Matrix System Activated!] [ERROR!!! Arcane Cortex not detected!!!] [Multiversal Law Of Survival Activated] [Randomly increasing one of host's ability... ] [Ding! Supreme Muscle Adaptation acquired: Host's Cells can adapt 10,000× times faster than regular human] * * * ❰Daily Quests Updated:❱ 〘20,000 Push Ups (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 〘20,000 Sit Ups (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 〘20,000 squat (20,0000/20,000) Completed〙 〘200 kilometers (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 ❰Body Limit reached: Continue exercising to get even stronger!❱ {+500 STRENGTH] {+200 PHYSIQUE] {+200 AGILITY] 【Inspired by Mahoraga, Toji, Asta, and mashle】 * * * Your gifts and votes are my motivation, give me more motivation!

[Warning!!! Contains Explicit Scenes, extreme gore, heart-pounding fight scenes, and an extremely combat loving MC!] Two millennials ago, Earth underwent an earth-shattering change. The gods were slaughtered by an unknown terrifying existence, and their potent blood spilled through the entire solar system, corrupting all life on various planets along with Earth. As a last resort, the gods created the Galactic Tower. Their inheritances, strength, and relics were placed as rewards for those who cleared each floor, proving themselves worthy. … Lucian Morningster, the golden boy of the city. He had a perfect life, had the prettiest girl, a good best friend and a very bright future. However, everything changed when he awakened an F-rank talent instead of the expected S-rank talent. “It must be a mistake?” “See? I told you he would awaken a trash talent.” “All that potential, for an F-ranker?” His girlfriend who awakened a C-rank talent, “What a waste, Lucian. My father took you in for nothing!” His best-friend who awakened an A-rank talent, “You know, seeing you so weak and vulnerable is kind of refreshing. She always hated your endless confidence, so do I. It’s no wonder she comes to me after being done with you.” Lucian, who was respected and envied now turned to a joke to the entire school and town. “Boom!” Those who he called friends attacked him, leaving him for dead in the Galactic Tower. … [Ding!] [Congratulations! 100,000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Self Regeneration (F-Rank) has evolved into Extreme Ungodly Regeneration (SSS-Rank)!] ──────────────────────── [Ungodly Regeneration] ▪ Class Rank: SSS ▪ Class Perk: — +∞% Vitality | x300% Mana (SSS) ▪ Class Skills: ➤ (SSS) Ungodly Regeneration: Instantly regenerates from any injury. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Shadow: Use your blood to awaken a blood shadow of slain enemies. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Extraction: Absorb the blood of the dead to gain random stat enhancements. [Upgradable] ────────────────── [Rerolling Standard Combat Spear...] [1,876x Reroll has been triggered!] [Standard Combat Spear → Blood Shadow Devourer(Legendary)] ──────────────────────── [Rerolling Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)→Celestial Essence Amulet (Mythic-grade)] ──────────────── [Rerolling Tresure Chest[Bronze-grade).] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Treaure Chest[Bronze-grade)→Treasure Chest (Mythic-grade)] ••• While others spend their entire lives fighting for Mythical items, Lucian only had to reroll a common item into a mythical item. Equipping Hos Blood Shafows with Mythical grade armor and weapons, Lucian rose through the Tower with an unstoppable force. At the pinnacle, he looked down on the world with disdain. Some say with extraordinary powers, comes extraordinary responsibilities. Lucian: “Fvck that! I just want vengeance!” Extra Tags: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the crazy path.. democracy is yours!)

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I swear. Please don’t cancel me before chapter 1. Anyway, I was a stand-up comedian. Not the good kind who gets Netflix specials. The kind who gets hit with beer bottles and told to “Meet me backstage. You’ll get one more mic.” One night, I was performing in a bar so shady, even cockroaches walked in with bodyguards. It was full of tattooed bikers who drink engine oil, smoke burnt rubber, lick silencers, cry over their exes, and still believe their fists are a valid debate technique. And there I was—trying to make them laugh using yo mamma jokes and dark humor so black it should’ve come with a flashlight and some cotton. They didn’t laugh. I kept going. One of them pulled out a gun. I cracked a joke. He cracked my skull. Bullet. Brain. Curtains. Boom. But here’s the funny part: I always wanted to be a successful comedian. Maybe get a standing ovation. But what I got was Uncontrollable Blood Ovulation. Still, I had dreams, man. Big dreams. Make people laugh. Marry someone who doesn't need two chairs to sit. Eat three meals a day, Own a yacht (the humble kind with a helipad) I wasn’t greedy. I would have donated 0.01% of my wealth to charity. I only wanted 99% of everything. But fate, karma, God, or probably the trends of Webnovel had other plans. Because instead of resting in peace… I woke up in another world. A fantasy world full of monsters, heroes, magic, kingdoms, war… And zero comedy clubs. Just my luck. So now I’ve got a second life, a rude system, and maybe a power or two. But being a Hero is secondary. First, I am gonna roast dragons, clown on kings, incest—invest, I mean invest and make the whole world laugh until they cry—or kill me again. Either way… Welcome to the story of the most dangerous thing in every world— A man who won’t shut up. ——— ——— ——— Support Me - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

My Adorable Little Rascal She tripped. He caught her. And just like that, her quiet school life... exploded. Skylar Trinh only wanted a peaceful new year. But one late morning, one clumsy fall—boom! She crashes (literally) into Julian Jiang, the cold, brilliant top student of her class. She’s sarcastic, street-smart, and hides scars under oversized clothes. He’s distant, perfect on paper, and carries guilt behind his calm mask. Now forced to work together, they clash. A lot. But beneath every insult, every prank, every awkward stare... something begins to shift. Enemies to reluctant allies. Hidden traumas. Slow-burn chaos. And prank wars that might just heal them. A high school story where laughter hides pain, where two broken people might just fix each other—one sarcastic comeback at a time. Who do you think will fall first—Skylar or Julian? Comment your guess—and don’t forget to add to your library! From sarcasm to softness. From pain to healing. This is not your typical school romance!

Tian Shen was your average unordinary guy—living a monotonous life. One day, fate (or rather, Truck-kun) decided to grant his wish… by sending him flying into another world at 120 km/h. When he woke up again, he found himself in the body of an outer disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. His talent? Nonexistent. His reputation? Of a molester’s. Just when he thought he was doomed to be cannon fodder, a golden screen appeared before him. 『Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have activated the Attribute System.』 『Congrats host, you killed 5th stage of body refining realm cultivator and gained Qi points ×30.』 『Congrats host, you killed 1th stage of Qi refining realm cultivator and gained Luck points ×80.』 『Absorbed white Attribute orb, gained 1-star sword.』 『Absorbed golden Attribute orb, gained divine Artifact.』 Tian Shen: “…Huh?” Armed with his new system, Tian Shen embarks on a ridiculous journey—casually strolling through battlefields to collect fallen attributes, dodging cultivation technique manuals (which drop on his head), and even trolling young masters into fighting just to farm their stats. But as he levels up in the most absurd way possible, he soon realizes… is he cheating too much? Because now, heavenly tribulations, ancient sects, and hidden experts are all eyeing him. Tian Shen: I am favored by the AUTHOR of this book, you lots can't even handle my shoes. *Rumble**Crackle* Again Tian Shen: I-i was just joking, don't take it seriously. **BOOM**

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

A high-schooler who loves playing FPS games were reincarnated in the fantasy world. And usually, those who were isekaid were blessed with overpowered magic and a legendary beast. However, our main character is different. Instead of those things, he awakened a shop system where he could purchase American freedom! And since modern guns is as good as magic, he decided to make full use of this ability and make a name for himself in this new world. Fireball? Cute. My M203 grenade launcher makes a bigger boom. Summoned beast? That’s nice, I’ve got a UAV with thermal optics. You can split oceans with magic? Cool. I can erase cities with a nuke. Whatever overpowered spell you’ve got, I’ve got something better.

NO R-18! (The book deals with mind manipulation, not physical bonds from the MC's side.) THE COVER IS DEFINITELY NOT FOR SHOW, THOUGH! The MC breaks the heroines mentally, and the Author breaks the readers mentally—jiggle and bounce will be there without any real thing. HAHAHAHAHA!!! ---- There’s a trend infecting stories lately—all because of boys reading these stories rather than men. Villains who think being "dark" means having dead eyes, a tragic past, and a dick that solves all problems. They get betrayed once, and suddenly it's their life's mission to destroy the world—or worse, emotionally blackmail heroines in the name of “revenge.” Slap on a black coat, stare at walls, say something like "love is weakness"—and boom, readers start calling them “deep.” But let’s be honest: > They’re not villains. They’re just edgy losers with a god complex and a hard-on trying to satisfy the inferiority of their readers. Some of them turn so cold, they forget why they started. Others get so lust-drunk, they think sleeping with a heroine is “domination.” That making her cry is “control.” They think power is measured by how many women they can ruin. But really? > They’re just boys trying to look like men. Just like their followers who are the boys who hide their masculinity inside a woman's virginity. They go around in the review section asking if the women of the main character would be stolen and all... giving it fantasy names like NTR and all nonsense. As if they want to scream their fear out. "Please don't, I hate it... because I am a gay who doesn't even have the confidence that my woman will remember me once she gets someone better...." one of the loser’s internal thoughts. They don't want their puny hearts to be crushed. Their masculinity is so weak that it crumbles the moment they think about some other man having the women they love and her forgetting those boys for the men. And they just project that weakness of themselves in their main characters, thinking that just like them, their main characters should be weak, should be a fantasy monger who hoards women like trying to hide the incapabilities of those followers who never in their life would have held a hand of a woman. Harem has now become a way to satisfy weak audiences who feel more women mean more security for their hearts. Forgetting that Harem in truth means the masculinity is so HUGE that it needs an ocean of FEMININE to hold. Tch, not like the boys with breakups and fear of being cucked will ever realize. They treat fantasy as escape and character as their way to feel that they are men. So, naturally, to have such a huge amount of followers, authors are forced to pour the density of such books holding such weak characters in the form of the cold MC who collects harem, manipulates one or two, fucks around, and finally satisfies readers until they feel bored and drop the book.... Because to those followers, they themselves realize in the long run that the story isn't satisfying even if the villain is the same cruel man. So why? Simply because they were until now reading kind boys wearing the mask of a man, and acting as a villain. Their MC, just like them, doesn't even know themselves, their needs, and what their inner soul wants... not understanding that... Fucking a woman doesn't make you her god. Breaking her spirit doesn't make you a king. And calling yourself a villain just because you were too weak to heal? That’s not power—that’s coping. And for followers—that's doping. Real villains? They don’t whine. They don’t treat women like checkboxes or trophies. They don’t mistake lust for legacy. > They don’t need to act cruel. They are cruel. Calm. Focused. Dangerous in silence. They don’t need to chase power—they embody it. This story isn’t about a guy who gets played and suddenly thinks he’s entitled to vengeance sex. This is about a villain who doesn’t pretend.

WPC NOV Winner *** “Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It's done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children. **** As you saw the synopsis, it will be :- Op Mc Harem World Travels And one side beating

Sitting at my desk, and BOOM – free stuff from braggarts? Leo, a corporate drone tormented by soul-crushing IT helpdesk calls. His greatest life achievements? Pining after his dream girl Clara for a decade without making a move, and an unfinished novel gathering dust in his desk drawer. Then came the high school reunion. Julian Croft, the rich jerk who loved stomping on Leo back in the day, was back at it – flexing hard: "Oh, just closed a seven-figure deal? Chump change, really. Picked up this penthouse overlooking Central Park on a whim. Views are kinda okay, I guess." "Oh yeah, and downstairs? My custom McLaren Speedtail. Only 106 made worldwide, you know? Mine's got... special touches. Having it brought over later." Ding! Your "Face-Slapping Delivery Service" has arrived! Leo's phone buzzes: Penthouse Deed - Acquired! His pocket suddenly weighs a ton: McLaren Key Fob - Acquired! Leo stared, dumbfounded: Since when did phishing scams... get so hardcore?!

Amelia's totally glitched. Not like a computer thing, but a straight-up reality bug. So, her folks had this "oopsie" at work, and BAM! Now she's a multi-universe GPS with cosmic ADHD. Her superpower? Boom, anywhere she thinks of. The catch? If she's thinking "wanna see a star get born" and then, like, "man, fries would be bomb right now," she ain't ending up in a nebula. Nope, potato planet. And yeah, the locals get kinda salty. Happens. Her only sidekick is Zig-Zag, this AI that's part demon, part totally failed life coach, all crammed into a busted Tamagotchi she uses as a keychain. His advice usually boils down to running or blowing stuff up. So helpful, right? And get this, her being a walking glitch set off the universe's fire alarm. Guess who showed up with the cosmic extinguisher? Dr. Qwakthulhu, a duck. Yeah, a freakin' metaphysical, all-powerful duck with glasses and the patience of a DMV worker on Friday afternoon. His mission? Find the bug (aka Amelia) and Ctrl+Alt+Delete her face. Now, Miss Paradox needs to ditch this cosmic duck and, like, majorly deal with the dumb stuff she thinks up. Will she find her jam? Save the universe? Probably not. But watching her try? Gonna be epic.

Saca a Amélia. Ela é um bug. Mas não um bug de sistema, tipo, tela azul. Um bug na própria realidade. Pensa num "ops, erramos no projeto" cósmico dos pais dela, e boom: nasceu um GPS multiversal com TDAH nível hard. O superpoder dela? Viajar pra qualquer canto do universo só no poder da mente. O problema? A mente dela é um caos. Se ela tá lá, pensando "uau, queria ver uma estrela nascer" e ao mesmo tempo bate aquela vontade de comer batata frita... ela não vai pra uma nebulosa. Óbvio que não. Ela vai parar num planeta feito de batata palito. E, sei lá, acaba ofendendo o Rei Batata e sua corte crocante. Deu ruim. Acontece. Pra aguentar o tranco, seu único parceiro de rolê é o Zig-Zag. Pensa numa IA que é um mix de demônio com coach de vida que faliu, tudo isso socado num Tamagotchi todo ferrado que ela usa de chaveiro. Os conselhos dele são basicamente "CORRE!" ou "EXPLODE AQUILO!". Spoiler: quase nunca funciona. Como se não bastasse, a simples existência dela é o alarme de incêndio do universo berrando sem parar. E quem apareceu pra resolver a "pane no sistema"? Dr. Qwakthulhu. Um pato. Sim, um pato. Mas um pato metafísico, todo-poderoso, de óculos e com a paciência de quem passou o dia carimbando papel. A missão dele é bem simples: achar o bug — oi, Amélia — e dar um Ctrl+Alt+Del na existência dela. Então, agora a nossa Miss Paradoxo tá numa fuga desesperada, não só do pato cósmico, mas principalmente das suas próprias ideias de jerico. Se ela vai achar um propósito maior? Salvar o universo? Olha... provavelmente não. Mas vai ser muito, MUITO divertido ver o estrago que ela faz no caminho.

(Disclaimer:This book is a mix of smut and action..so as you’re starting this book don’t expect whole volumes to be of smut…I can write 20 chapters of smut..then boom next 20 chapters are some of the best action chapters you’ve ever read..I’m trying to create a good story not just a porn book.) Meet 18 year old..Edward dovelace who has the ability to switch bodies——with anyone he has physical contact with. Instead of using the powers for good..he uses it to sleep with women around his town. but that all changes when a series of events slowly unfold..leading him to realize he was given the powers for something bigger.

After a devastating breakup left her questioning her worth, Sandra vowed never to let anyone close again. She buried her pain behind flour-dusted counters and the comforting rhythm of her bakery, Sweet Haven. Business was booming, but her heart remained closed—locked tight from a love that once meant everything. Then came Andre—charming, mysterious, and infuriatingly familiar. He wasn’t just a blast from the past; he was the one who left her shattered. Now he's back, with secrets in his eyes and apologies on his lips. But Sandra isn't the same woman he walked away from. She’s stronger. Wiser. And not so easily swayed. As old sparks reignite and hidden truths unravel, Sandra must decide: can she truly forgive? Or will loving him again mean risking the very heart she fought so hard to reclaim?

In his past life, Ethan Steele was an ordinary man living in a modern world—working a dead-end job, struggling through the monotony of daily life, and haunted by regrets of missed opportunities. At the age of 23, his life came to a sudden, unexpected end in a car accident. As his consciousness faded into darkness, he was sure it was over. But fate had other plans. In the divine realm, the God of Fate watched over the balance of life and death. Ethan's untimely death was a mistake, an anomaly that diverged from the preordained path of his destiny. It wasn't yet his time to die, and so, the god decided to give him another chance. "You were meant for greater things, Ethan Steele," the god's voice boomed. "To correct this error, I will reincarnate you in another world—one filled with magic, swords, kingdoms, and adventure. You shall be reborn, but you will not remember your past until the appointed time. There is, however, a... complication." By divine error, the god accidentally bestowed Ethan with the Harem God System without having any idea about it. This system is a powerful, reality-bending system that would allow him to charm and seduce influential women to build his harem, growing in strength and power with each conquest. "Your memories of Earth will return on your seventh birthday. I hope you enjoy your life here in this world" And with that, Ethan's soul was transported to a new world.

Morir por una consola que explota en tu cara no es la muerte más digna. Renji Sakamoto, un gamer adicto y antisocial, muere de la manera más absurda que se pueda imaginar: cuando su consola de videojuegos explota mientras intentaba conquistar un imperio en su juego favorito. Sin instrucciones, sin tutorial y sin advertencias, despierta en un mundo de fantasía... dentro del cuerpo de una joven de 14 años: la Séptima Princesa del Imperio, hija de una concubina de bajo rango, sin poder, sin influencia y con una clase mediocre. Arquero. Clase común. Débil. Irrelevante. Ignorada por la Reina, despreciada por la corte y completamente ajena a los juegos de intrigas políticas, recibe un "regalo" envenenado: un título de Baronesa Menor y la administración de un pequeño y olvidado pueblo en los confines del imperio, básicamente un exilio disfrazado de misericordia. Pero lo que la nobleza no sabe... Es que, aunque este mundo no es un juego... Él sí es un jugador. Y si le han dado un tablero, un sistema de clases y estadísticas, entonces... va a jugar. ¿Podrá una princesa desechada, con una clase de arquero y cero apoyo político, cambiar su destino, construir su propio poder y enfrentarse a un imperio que la dio por muerta desde el primer día? Una historia de supervivencia, crecimiento, estrategia y una pizca de venganza comienza aquí. "Si me botan como basura... entonces les demostraré lo que la basura puede hacer." ---

Synopsis: The stadium roars with energy as the crowd cheers, a sea of faces all focused on one person—Fellicita. The undefeated champion. A storm in human form, her every spin an explosion of power, speed, and heart. She isn’t just a blader—she’s the force that electrifies the arena, the girl who lives for the thrill of the battle. But then—*a crash*. A freak accident. The sharp bite of metal as it spirals off course, and *boom*—Fellicita’s heart is pierced, literally and figuratively. Time slows. The air is thick with tension as she staggers, clutching her chest, feeling the cold sting of blood. The match is still going on, but everything else fades into the background. She won. But the victory feels hollow. Moments later, Fellicita is lying in a hospital bed, the sterile white walls pressing in on her. Pain radiates through her chest, but it’s the ache in her soul that burns deeper. The storm inside her is far from over—it’s just been muffled. She has to decide: step back and disappear, or keep fighting, risking everything all over again. She chooses to disappear. Enter "Felix". A quiet smile, a hoodie, a new life in a city where no one knows her name. No more tournaments. No more crowds. No more spinning blades—just the space she needs to heal, to breathe, and to find herself again. But the storm? It hasn’t gone anywhere. In this new life, Felix isn’t just hiding—he’s living. With every challenge, he spins with the same fiery spirit that once captivated millions. He doesn’t need a Beyblade to show his strength. He doesn’t need the cheers of a crowd to remind him of who he is. The greatest battles don’t happen in the ring. They happen "after" the final spin. "The fiercest storms don’t make noise—they return in silence.”

There isn't just a grain of truth behind superstition. It's a boulder of truth, and it's about to roll onto the world. Humanity has forgotten the ancient ways of magic, ritual, and the occult, as mana has disappeared from the world over the past millennia. Once-powerful creatures are now remembered as silly cryptids. Organizations that, in ancient times, guided the world of mortals from the shadows have now turned into conspiracy theories, and powerful rituals and ancient gods have become nothing more than superstition and old beliefs. But the universe never stays constant, and change is inevitable. Magic begins to make its return. Mythical creatures start to crawl out from their hidden lairs, the Ouija boards start summoning real demons, and college Halloween haunted-house parties turn into real horrors. The world slowly descends into chaos. But all of this isn't bad news for everyone. This is a breath of fresh air to Samuel, the last remaining member of a once-infamous wizard family known for their strange deals with Eldritch gods. Following in his ancestors' footsteps, he embarks on a path to the pinnacle of magic and dark arts. Hopefully, the chaos will transform his work as an exorcist from explaining to old ladies that their cat vomiting on the carpet is not a sign of possession to fighting some proper ghosts and demons. The exorcist business is about to boom, but is this a good thing for the rest of the world?

Thanks to a contract she selfishly made, she made him watch as her soul shattered into numerous pieces. He had just gotten to see her, for the first time in forever, at that and she wouldn't mind going out in a bang right before her son's face. And to add more salt to injury, when her son woke up from shock (totally unrelated but still related somehow by a teeny weeny tiny bit), the killer who did the deed, is now wearing her face, spouting filthy verbiage and it seems it's stuck to him. How much crazier can it get? I've not even touched up on the kind of school he's in and it's occupants. Things only go downhill from here. BUUUUT... AT LEAST! He has something to help him cope with all this. What is it? What's it's purpose? Where's it from? Join me and find out dear reader. Onwards we go into this mess and hopefully by the end you'll have enjoyed the ride. See you on the other side, brave soldier. Signing out, Pixi3s(⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ Boom!

Time’s broken. Like actually broken. Not just “oops, we messed something up.” I mean timelines are crashing into each other, and reality is glitching like it’s stuck on a scratched CD from 2003. If that even makes sense anymore. Monster if we can even call it that, are pouring out disrupting the peace of the realm. Six guardians. Not chosen. Not ready. Just... stuck. Thrown together with no warning, no real plan, and barely enough patience to not strangle each other. They have to fight this monsters that are indestructible altogether keeping time from crumbling. It all started with the crack in the Hearthstone. One little fracture and then boom everything unraveled. The past? It’s not staying where it’s supposed to. The present? Confused. The future? Probably dead. They’re supposed to fix it. Fix time. Yeah, no pressure. And it’s not just “run around and close the rift.” Because the deeper they get, the messier it all becomes. There are secrets none of them want to say out loud. Betrayals that haven’t even happened yet but still somehow already hurt. Love that might not survive this. Hate that probably will. And the worst part? The balance between realms? The thing everyone thought was keeping the world in check? Fake. It was never real. Just a story to keep people calm. Now everything’s falling apart. Fast. And time? Time doesn’t care if they’re tired or scared or unprepared, It’s not waiting. So yeah, buckle in. Or don’t. This is a wild, reckless, probably doomed ride through timelines, trials, and way too many truths. Every second counts. Even the ones they wish they could take back.

Lin Mo was just a regular guy enjoying his nap when— Boom! He fell from the sky into a new world… literally. Waking up in the middle of a forest, he’s greeted by a strange voice: [Welcome to the Supreme Disciple Acceptance System. Please accept six disciples to receive rewards. Starting now… you are invincible.] Sounds cool, right? But Lin Mo’s first reaction? “Tch. Budget system with no tutorial? Guess I’ll survive somehow…” What he doesn’t know is that he’s already become a walking disaster for his enemies. His cultivation? [Unknown] His body? Immune to all physical attacks. His luck? Off the charts. Still clueless, Lin Mo thinks he’s just faking it till he makes it. Meanwhile, the world starts trembling every time he blinks too hard. When a bullied sect girl becomes his first disciple, fate starts moving. When sword geniuses kneel, spirit beasts bow, and villains run at the sound of his name… Lin Mo just scratches his head and says: “Weird. I barely did anything.” But destiny knows— He’s not just a Master. He’s the Supreme Master… and he’s just getting started.

Synopsis: When the world is too peaceful, you just know something’s about to get f**ked up. I thought I was just stuck in another boring day, trapped in the monotony of life. But then—boom—reality shattered. And before I could even curse the heavens, I realized… this world had become the fantasy novel I read long ago out of pure boredom. Only now, I’m living in it. The characters, the monsters, the kingdoms—they’re all real. But something’s off. The ending I remember? Gone. Twisted. Rewritten. And the new version? It wants me to become the Demon God.

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.

Bang! Boom! A bullet tore through the air and slammed into a young soldier. He collapsed instantly. “No… You damned bastard!” — a grizzled officer roared in anguish. A massive figure stepped forward, plasma rifle in hand. He had three eyes, and his voice was cold, disdainful. “Tch… Weak humans. Still struggling after all these years. This is the inevitable result. The reign of the Madakaros is absolute.” “Hah… Haha… Shut your damn mouth,” Lâm Minh spat, lying on his back, turning his head to glare at the alien. “If humans had the power to cultivate… do you really think your army would still be ‘alive’?” The Madakaros sneered. “Enough nonsense. I will kill you, exterminate humanity, and end this pathetic resistance once and for all.” He stepped forward. The energy dagger in his hand plunged straight into the heart of the old commander beside Lâm Minh. Lam Minh tilted his head to the sky as blood poured from his lips. The past flashed through his mind — the apocalypse, the pain, the people he loved. If only… if only I could undo… all the mistakes… Darkness slowly swallowed him. The last thing he saw — was the "Invincible Since Rebirth ".

He claimed that he was innocent. Grayson L. Riego, a man convicted for the murder he vowed he didn't commit is now sentenced to death. With the world getting more united and closer than ever, technology flourished. And with the boom of technology came the age of Deep Dive Virtual Reality (DDVR/VR). Introduced in the year 2057, VR's popularity and importance were quickly realized by many. From games where people could earn a living and mostly spend their time, to applications used for meetings instead of physically going to your office. Some even say that only one's imagination is the limitation of VR. And it was because of one's imagination that even the execution of death row convicts has also transcended reality. Hopeful Homicide. Introduced in the year 2058, is a Virtual Reality death game where death row convicts around the world are forced to play with the promise of freedom and help of giving the winners a fresh start. As well as "cleansing" their soul. Now in its ninth year, Grayson L. Riego has no choice but to participate in this brutal death game. ___________________ *Warning: This story includes extreme violence and gore. Proceed at your discretion. *Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are all fictional.