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Patrol Rat

Le point de vue de l'auteur

La personne autour de laquelle le monde tourne. La personne qui défait tous ses adversaires, et obtient finalement la belle fille. L'existence même que tous les méchants craignent. C'est le protagoniste. Qu'en est-il de moi ? En tant qu'auteur raté qui n'a eu qu'un seul succès tout au long de sa carrière, je me suis réincarné dans mon dernier roman. "C'est ça" Ai-je pensé, en serrant fermement le poing. Je viens de me réincarner dans mon propre roman ? Est-ce ici que je me réincarne dans un roman et deviens le protagoniste ? Non. Malheureusement, ce n'est pas ce genre de roman, car je me suis réincarné en tant que figurant. Le monde ne tourne pas autour de moi. Les filles ne viennent pas vers moi. Les objets de triche ne viennent pas à moi. "Ouf" J'ai poussé un soupir de soulagement. "Dieu merci, je ne suis pas le protagoniste" J'ai crié joyeusement alors que des larmes coulaient sur mes joues. Attendez, êtes-vous curieux de savoir pourquoi je ne veux pas être le protagoniste ? J'ai oublié de mentionner la chose la plus importante lorsque je décrivais un protagoniste. C'est... Ce sont des aimants à calamités. Je viens de mourir. Si j'ai appris quelque chose de ça, c'est que ce n'est pas vraiment une expérience agréable. Si possible, laissez-moi vivre une longue vie stable. Merci, à celui qui m'a réincarné. Je viendrais plus tard à regretter ces mots... ======== Avis aux lecteurs : Veuillez lire le *Lire avant de lire le roman* dans le synopsis. ======== Crédit à _oinkchan pour m'avoir aidé à trouver l'ancienne couverture du roman Crédit à Rengoku pour son incroyable édition de la nouvelle couverture. ======== Discord : https://discord.gg/FNAKgfyky4 Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV
Entrail_JI · 6.7K Views

OP Absorption

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.
luthizo · 2.5K Views

Level 1 to Apex: My Monster Templates Defy Reality!

Veyne came from the life of sewer rats. The world saw him as a failure. He called it belief. Others called it stupidity. Either way, it was the only thing he had left. Even at rock bottom, Veyne never stopped believing in himself. Betrayed by his lover and brother, treated as a burden, and forced to slave endlessly in the game to chase his dream—he endured it all. Though late, his obsession was finally rewarded with an opportunity. But the sewer rat in him was too weak to hold onto it. He had fought the world and lost. Actions have consequences. And when he failed in the game, those consequences caught up to him, leading to his death. But the universe wasn’t done with him yet. Given a second chance, he returned to a time when the game had already been out for two years. This time, he rushed to obtain the Template Wilder class—the very class that led to his downfall. One of the game’s rarest hidden classes, the Wilder class, allowed him to switch into different forms based on the monster templates he possessed. An overpowered ability—but it came with a fatal catch. A hidden template forced him into the form of an ancient baby creature, one so cursed that players, monsters, and even NPCs would hunt him down. If he died in that form, his character would be permanently deleted. In his past life, he underestimated the class’s dangers. And the world tore him apart for it. This time, it wouldn’t be just hollow belief. This time, he’s not here to survive—he’s here to dominate. No emotional ties. No second chances. The entire game is his enemy, and he will crush anyone who stands in his way. He failed once. He suffered. He died. He was erased. Not this time. This is the beginning of his legend. The era of Veyne Draven.
Champsing · 1.3K Views

Wanderer's Tale

The Expanse, a being as old as time itself, roamed the vast universe. It's gaze pierced through the vast universe it has roamed ever since its birth. It continued it's journey until it noticed something. It's gaze now landed upon a specific world, one that was of larger size than those around it. . . . The kind looking boy was seen staring reverently at one of his family's old portraits that hung upon their walls. His eyes shined with luster. An oath was sworn that day, never to be broken. Ad Aeternae Virtutis. To Eternal Valor. The girl looked at the broken sword in her hand. She shook her head and closed her eyes, meditating. The sound of swords clashing reverberated across the fields soon after. The aspiring tinkerer winced as his invention got destroyed before his eyes. All that time spent toiling away, yet it was for naught. But he must prove them all wrong, he'll show them all what he can do, so that they won't dare to look at him with those eyes ever again. The pompous elf princess watched in awe as the moon shined and brought light to the quiet palace, the young servant stood close beside her, smiling. The unspoken promise was made, with the night sky as its witness. The boy with rat ears woke up in the woods. Realizing he had been abandoned, he cried. A voice called out to him for aid. The young ratkin wandered in search of the voice, seeking company. The demon watched on in despair at the massacre before him. He wondered if his kind would ever be free from this neverending cycle. Will the blood they shed ever wash away their past sins? The bored spirit can be found drifting along in the Forest of Tears. The spirit wandered in search of something interesting. It must first seek out a way to satiate its hunger before it may find its eternal rest. An angel can be seen washed ashore in a faraway island, unconscious. But what caught the being's eyes more was... . . . An unnamed boy could be seen roaming the streets of one of the many cities of Zwelbanneir. He would be the start of this grand journey, and the link between the stories that will unfold. He knows not much of the world around him, but soon he will be forced to understand and learn. He shall be the fated Lodestar. He is the one and only wielder of the 'Fool' Card, that which marks a new beginning not only for him, but for the world as well.
CertifiedBaboon · 2.6K Views

Madbound: Healer's Bane

Amidst an apocalyptic virus, Alona Lim had always been fond of blood and needles. She's considered to be a one in a million genius young doctor. However, she made a decision that had endangered humanity's only hope for survival—risking the last prototype vial on her best friend Harold. Being the risk taker that she was, Alona took even the slimmest chance of her best friend's survival despite the consequences it bear, only to wake up anew in another body. Alona, who was now named as Vera, swore she'll never get involved with medicine ever again and will enjoy her new life with much more action instead of grinding herbs and learning anatomies. But, seeing how these new people have terrible medical services, much less hygiene, had been sending her wits to the edge. Living in a patriarchal kingdom was already stressful as it was, but seeing how years of unbrushed teeth smooch, months of unshowered people shamelessly walk around, cooking ingredients from rat-infested food storage, and everything that checks off of the bucket list on how to spread a plague fast makes her OCD screech the shit out of her system. Medicine was easy, however, there were also different kinds of people who were fond of blood and needles—the "demonic" witches. Being born as a noble lady, the only reason they must get involved with needles are sewing and embroidery. Medical practitioners are only for the men, the "only logical beings." Witchcraft was a big taboo and considered as demonic practice that were associated with women who disobeys their father or husband. Once discovered that one practices witchcraft awaits nothing but grave punishments. But it does not help much when she's straight-up wayward with a calloused heart. As much as Alona shows potential as a medicine practitioner, she had to keep her male disguise, if not, more and more people will rise suspicion with her erudition to heal.
_snowdrop · 20.4K Views

MUTOSTERONE

In the world of Tanasma, mutants are no longer just an anomaly—they are a crisis. Once seen as the next step in evolution, they are now branded as threats, their very existence feared by humanity. The Mutant Treaty Act, enforced by the Capitol Patrol Guard (CPG), forces mutants into registration, stripping them of their autonomy, suppressing their powers, and marking them as second-class citizens. But as hatred festers, the oppression escalates—slavery, public executions, and brutal exterminations become the norm. Amidst the chaos, three factions emerge: those who resist, fighting for freedom at any cost; those who flee, seeking sanctuary beyond the reach of human rule; and those who surrender, hoping that compliance will earn them mercy. When Professor Aldric Langley—a man of wisdom and ambition—receives King Ivan of Gallanta’s royal decree, he dares to create something radical: Hall of M, a sanctuary where mutants can hone their powers and reclaim their dignity. But the dream of peace is fragile. Extremist groups like Purity Dawn seek to eradicate mutants entirely, while the CPG tightens its grip, branding Hall of M as a breeding ground for rebellion. In the heart of this war-torn world, a young mutant named Seraphina Vale rises. With silver hair and eyes that reflect her tormented past, she becomes the first student of Hall of M, standing at the crossroads of fate. Will she fight for coexistence, or will the endless persecution drive her into the arms of revolution? As the world spirals toward war, the question remains: Can mutants carve a place for themselves in a world that wants them erased? Or will they be forced to embrace their monstrous side to survive? The battle for identity, freedom, and the right to exist begins. MUTOSTERONE—a gripping tale of power, prejudice, and the cost of being different.
Kimaeraman · 5K Views
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