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Chimera System: Starting the Hardest Dungeon Without Limbs

“Zane Ashfield... your job class is... ‘Chimera King’...???” That was the job-class he received in this other world. He and his classmates were ‘hero summoned’ to defeat the Evil Demon King. But when all of his classmates received regal, divine roles befitting true heroes... He instead received the unique-yet-bizarre Job Class: The Chimera King. A job-class that grants him the forbidden ability, Graft. The power to attach and fuse monster parts to his own body. But... “Zane Ashfield... you are a heretical existence... and you must be purged.” They would never allow such heretic "hero" like him to stand among the divine heroes. Zane was cast away—! Banished to one of the world’s deadliest dungeons! He was soon swarmed by monsters, torn apart, losing all of his limbs... And he was at his death's door. However— He found his ‘treasure.’ A glowing, fiery monster arm. [DING!] [You have found an Armament!] [Armament: Right Arm of the Inferno Salamander.] [Do you wish to graft this Armament onto your body?] [YES] / [NO] Without hesitation... he fused the monster’s flesh to his own! Slowly, he will become the 'heretical monster' they feared...! But he does not care. He will survive. And he will take his revenge. ~~~ Author’s Note: This story contains graphic violence, gore, and scenes of body modification. Reader discretion is advised. (At the very least, the first few chapters will be pretty graphic, so... consider this a warning ahead of time.)
Last_Gambit · 1.4K Views

Awakened Mage: My Talent Grows My Mana Without Limit

Upload schedule: 1-2 chapters each day! (1-1.5k words per chapter) _______________________________________ In a world where only 10% awaken to wield magic and fight in permanent dungeons, mastering spells is a lifelong grind — for most. Eighteen-year-old Ethan Vale awakens as a Mage with average stats and high hopes. But when he discovers his talent — gaining permanent Mana, Mana Regen, and Spell Power every time he fully exhausts his mana — his path to power changes forever. While others take years to rank up a single spell, Ethan embraces a chill life of relentless casting, café mornings, and dungeon afternoons. In a world ruled by Guilds and gold, he’ll rise — one exhausted mana pool at a time. _______________________________________ Hi there, Author here! This is my first attempt to write a novel, so I guess the novel can only get better the further I venture down this path... right?? -.- I'm always open to new ideas, or corrections so if you got something you think would better my novel, then just write a comment or review and I'll see what I can do! Just want to give a little more info about where I want to take my novel. Expect this to be a more chill dungeon clearing novel, happening in modern society, where the mc starts out weak, but grinds everyday to secure a better life for his family. I want to stay clear of most cringe clichés and arrogant young masters. At this point in time, this isn’t going to be one of those novels where the MC keeps going to higher worlds, or where the system has some hidden agenda for him. (If you want it to be, then tell me) For now, it’s just a little fun project, because I couldn’t find any good chill dungeon novels — so what better way to enjoy one than to write it myself? Lastly here are some more tags people may want: No Harem (Single Female Lead), No NTR, No Yuri, Dungeon Clearing, No Tragic Events, Heartwarming Family, Future Plans for MC Starting Own Family with FL.
Laugaaard · 24K Views

You Can’t Spell Stepbrother Without Sin

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.
Aishat_isd · 1.3K Views
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