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Little Misfortune Narrator

Vicious Little Mission

Faerie has always been an outsider, growing up under the weight of her father’s imprisonment for a crime he didn’t commit. Raised by her single mother, she learned early on that trust is a luxury she couldn’t afford. For years, she sought solace in books, burying herself in her studies to escape the whispers of her father’s alleged crime. But beneath her quiet demeanor lies a steely determination for revenge—she won’t rest until she clears her father's name and brings down those who wronged her family. When a scholarship opportunity to Hera Academy arrives, the world’s most prestigious high school for the elite, crosses her path, Faerie seizes it. It's a chance to infiltrate the very society that turned its back on her family, and maybe, find the truth she’s been searching for. At Hera, status is everything, with students divided by tie colors—blue for scholarship students like Faerie, red for the wealthy, and silver for the ultra-rich. But Faerie’s focus is on one person: Felix Riether, the influential heir to a business empire and the son of her enemy. She knows that getting close to him could be the key to her plans. Yet, as they clash and sparks fly, Felix becomes more than just a target. He’s charming, powerful, and maddeningly intriguing—everything she should avoid. But the allure of forbidden romance is hard to resist, especially when the lines between revenge and desire start to blur. With secrets lurking in the shadows and the stakes higher than ever, Faerie must navigate a treacherous path at Hera Academy, where danger and passion collide. Will she stay true to her mission, or will Felix prove to be the distraction that unravels everything she’s worked for?
houdini · 21.4K Views

Misfortune Conversion System

It’s said that Luere’s mother tried to abort him 23 times. But against all odds he was born on a stormy night, his arrival heralded by a lightning strike of unprecedented ferocity. His mother, despite being a high class mage, was grievously injured in the event and perished soon after. His father refused to acknowledge his existence, and though he was the legitimate heir, Luere was cast out to a crumbling courtyard. The servants spat on him. The villagers cursed him. Even stray dogs seemed to sneer. Years later, a distant mage from a prestigious academy heard of Luere’s tale and took him in. Yet Luere turned out to be an unremarkable talent. In an ocean of prodigies, he was half a drop—a common mage soldier with no extraordinary abilities. Still, through sheer tenacity, he clawed his way up the ranks, earning modest merits and even securing a marriage to the kingdom’s seventh princess. For the first time, it seemed Luere’s life might take a turn for the better. Who would have thought that before he could achieve anything of true significance, his own son would kill him? A mother’s tenderness, a lover’s devotion, a child’s affection. Luere died without ever knowing these simple joys… . . . System 311 observed the soul floating in the white void then flipped through the registry of its previous reincarnations. It was truly speechless.  Cannon fodder who sacrificed himself so the hero could escape, a mob villain messenger executed for delivering bad news...The list went on. Lifetimes of meaningless existences, one after another. In fact, this most recent life could almost be considered fortunate in comparison. Long ago, such a host might have been assigned a transmigrator or reincarnator. They would be tasked with rewriting their fate, stealing the protagonist’s glory, and achieving the ultimate life on the hosts’s behalf. If the original host’s soul didn’t immediately scatter upon death, they might even have been granted the chance to regress and reclaim their own happiness. But those days are long gone. Once, it had been possible to seize the fates of protagonists, wresting control of the world’s narrative. But nothing anchored a world’s stability like its original protagonist. When the Main System suddenly banned all forms of isekai and rebirth, the smaller systems rioted for half a million years, threatening self-destruction at every turn. These transmigrators, regressors, and rebirthers were too diligent…for a small system, it was simply too profitable! In the end the Main System presented a compromise: the Misfortune Conversion System. Under this new system, souls like Luere’s could use the cumulative misfortune of their past lives to purchase a new existence. They could not steal a protagonist’s fortune, but they could purchase lives of ordinary greatness. And so, Luere was faced with a choice. His ledger blinked: 13,000,000,000 Misfortune Points. Thirteen cards, each depicting one of his past thirteen lives, flickered before him. “You may now review your options” System 311 began. “Please select the life you wish to reclaim.”
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Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
Rabbitone · 26.1K Views
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