Arceus Judgement

The chosen one blessed by divine light. The holy leader who unites kingdoms and vanquishes evil. The sacred figure all darkness trembles before. That is what a Pope should be. But me? As someone thrust into papal robes with a mysterious system window glowing before my eyes, I had one clear thought. "Finally," I whispered, gripping the Scythe of Judgement. Did I just inherit the ultimate religious authority? Is this my chance to wield divine power and command respect? Absolutely. And that's exactly the problem, because being Pope means every faction wants to control or kill me. Demon Generals hunt me personally. Political schemes surround my every decision. Ancient prophecies mark me for cosmic battles. "Perfect," I muttered sarcastically. "Just what I always wanted—a target painted on my back," I laughed bitterly while dodging another assassination attempt. Curious why I'm not thrilled about divine power? I should mention the most crucial detail about papal authority in this world. The thing is... Popes don't retire peacefully. Every previous Pope died violently. If history taught me anything, it's that holy authority comes with a very short life expectancy. Ideally, I'd like to survive past my first month in office. Thanks for nothing, mysterious forces that put me here. Little did I know, survival was just the beginning...

There is no god. Only the executioners. When the world turned its back on justice, the System awakened — not to save, but to punish. After a brutal death after doing a good deed, a young man is chosen by an ancient, sentient system designed to deliver absolute judgment. He is reborn into the body of Elias Grayes to be a judge and executioner to the sinners but he is not the only one. Kill the guilty. Uncover the origin. Burn the world clean. In a world rotting from within, how far would he go to make it righteous?

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

‘Humans fear the unknown.’ That was the first thing Yul saw when he opened his eyes. After being lost in the darkness, the god of death finally smiled upon him. And so, he made a deal with the devil. Now, he wakes in the Tower of Hell, climbing the Stairs of Judgement with only his name and a past even he can’t remember. With each step, he becomes the vessel that fuels its madness. Beyond the boundary, where logic bends and fate twists, survival is the only testament of power. As the Red Hour strikes, Yul navigates this cruel paradise—one built on treacherous lies, unwritten rules, and fragile alliances. To live, Yul must survive using every card he holds. For what tempts you into oblivion… may already be standing right in front of him.

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”

"In this world filled with darkness, we must light our own path so others may follow. we must become forces of nature, the judgement and the shield, lest we be mad, controlled by our own existence. This is the nature of the divine" With only these words Adam must venture into an uncertain future filled with Dangers, madness, corruption, and divinity.

In a dark space secluded from the rest of the known galaxy, a young man wakes up in a struggle for his life. During his coming of age ritual, it was revealed that he possessed the heavy soul body, A talent that could potentially rival even the gods. Joy overtook his entire household as they prepared for the eventual rise of their clan. But on that same day, the Hand of judgement fell upon them extinguishing all traces of life on their planet leaving it as a dead world… As for him? Fate had other plans. Cast into the darkest and most secluded place in the known universe, The sanctuary, he is faced with a decision, become stronger and survive or wallow in misery and Die! [You have Awakened ] [ Hidden Class Unlocked : SSS Soul King— Supremacy over all Souls and soul kin ] [ Innate Skill unlocked: Heavy soul brilliance— In the following 20 seconds host will become effectively Unkillable] -—WSA Entry-—

A measly argument led to Finn's sudden death. At the moment where Finn was losing his consciousness, a golden light descended in his classroom and enveloped his mates. Merely ruling it out as divine judgement, Finn didn't realize that they were being summoned to another world. Before he could be summoned though, he died. But because of his strong desires and attachments, right before the summoning ended, he became a Ghost. Using his uniqueness, Finn used the summoning gate that connected the two worlds to travel to a world that has tasted the blood of gods. On his journey through space, he evolved into a higher version of his new race. [Successful. You have evolved.] [You have become a Great Phantom.] Finn obtained new abilities, survived a land packed with strong evolved creatures and continued to grow stronger. "I'm not an ordinary Ghost, I'm an evolved one!" Finn didn't slow down his grind, he only aimed higher. For the life he desired in this world of survival of the fittest, he needed to surpass the pinnacle of his existence!

From the dawn of time, the boundary between Heaven and Hell had been clearly fined. Once every thousand years, the Day of Judgement - the day when supreme justice is carried out, when the souls of mortals are judged, and when the order of the world is forever altered - takes place. The gates of Heaven always remain open for righteous souls, those who hold unwavering faith in the light. Meanwhile, sinners must pay the price for their crimes, cast into the depths of Hell, whether they want to deny or escaped from the truth. However, God is merciful to those who sincerely repent and strive to refairn from committing forbidden acts. They will be considered for absolution in the next Day of Judgement. Yet, it's difficult to abandon cruelty when it has seeped into one's very blood. From desperate attempts to escape Hell to uprisings in the mortal realm and even in Heaven, chaos was inevitable. Then they appeared - the first demons born from Hell - who made the choice to fight along side Heaven. And, of course, there were conditions. They crush the rebels, asserted dominance over them and gradually became the ruler of Hell. They came to be know as a family of fierce, determined and powerful Hellborn - yet ones who still retained their conscience - the Darker Family.

The story of three protagonists Gabriel, Michael, and Lucifer as they head to the Noctis Academy in the capital of Eldoria. Born from different backgrounds they discover that they weren’t just fated to graduate the acadamy and live successful lives but stop an impending cataclysm that have been waiting to begin since the beginning of time. Gabriel born as a commoner in the kingdom of Everworth must discover the destruction and anarchy that lives inside him. He has stopped pretending to be whole the chaos within him, the hunger to tear things down, to unmake. It is no longer a curse, but a calling destruction is not his downfall it was his nature all along. Lucifer born in the darkest part of the kingdom of Duskhallow must embrace the shadows and darkness that haunt his soul. He has stopped running from the dark corners of his soul. Instead he walks hand in hand with the shadows letting them whisper truth no one ever dared to speak about. What haunted him now stands beside him as a powerful ally. Michael born from the royal kingdom of Sundergate the heir to the throne must bear the weight of the crown not just on his head but on his soul each decisions a thread in the tapestry of a nation. Each judgement changing the fate of this world forever.

Hera is the campus star-loved, admired, untouchable. Seya is invisible, a nobody in a world that never noticed her. But one unexpected accident changes eveything. When their paths collide, Hera steps into Seya's quiet life, challenging everthing she's ever known. In a world that thrives of judgement, can an unlikely bond survive?

Kasper faces the philosophical questions as he tries to maintain order in this dystopian Corpo-grunge fantasy world. What will he do if he is given a chance to establish his ideals. Will he be able to establish his ideals? are his ideals even worth establishing, Will Kasper emerge victorious from this purgatory

When John Stark’s fiancée disappears, he follows a trail to Judgement City—a seemingly normal place hiding a sinister secret. Through a tunnel, he discovers that there lies a fog-bound realm of purgatory that lures broken souls like John’s into it. To find her, John must face confrontations of his sins and the never-resolved traumas of his past.

This was the first time a universe in the universe system of The Collective was to be deleted. Naturally there was lots of ceremony to officiate the first death of one of their universes. The souls of all the inhabitants of universe 987 were brought to the Hall Of Final Judgement, where every pantheon humanity had ever worshipped came together to judge them, deciding which afterlife theyd end up. Except for a few. Some inhabitants were denied the sweet release of the afterlife, not as punishment, but because the Collective, the gods. Wanted them to serve a higher purpose. These people would be transmigrated into other universe systems which weren't under the control of the collective, ones which belonged to other High Entities. Enemies, allies and potential threats to the collective. thyed spy on them, and cause general chaos. These people were called The Messengers. One of the people chosen, was a teenaged boy. Achyuta was sent to a universe the collective had no knowledge about,as punishment for not preventing another soul from slaying arch angel Gabriel during judgement. They even punished Achyuta's floating temporary helper whod guide him during judgement. The scion of the devil stuck in a fluffy floating animal body. Muru, a high dimarith who worked as a diplomat for many pantheons.

In the twilight of the Celestial Era, the Kings of Heaven—gods born from starfire and storm—descended into the mortal realm, seeking distraction from a divine war that tore across the heavens. Among them was Tianzuo, the God of War and Judgement, whose eyes once burned with celestial wrath—but who now wandered the earth cloaked as a man. There, he met Lianhua, a simple healer's daughter with a mysterious past and a kindness that pierced even divine armor. Against the laws of the heavens, Tianzuo loved her—and claimed her. From their union, a child was conceived: half god, half mortal, a forbidden existence destined to either end the war… or become the final weapon in it. As the war between Heaven’s Host and the Demon Clans reaches its peak, the Goddess of Creation, Nüxi (女息)—terrified of what this child could become—sends spirits of destruction to kill the mother and unborn heir. But Lianhua, protected by the unborn power within her, survives the assault. Bloodied and broken, she gives birth beneath a crimson moon, as the spirit world trembles. The child, named Mingyao (冥曜)—“Light in Darkness”—grows, hunted by gods, demons, and men alike. Within him sleeps an ancient flame that can either resurrect Heaven… or reduce it to ash. Now, as both worlds collapse and the divine throne stands empty, Mingyao must decide: > Will he become a god, a monster, or something the heavens never dared to imagine?

The sky split open. Thunder didn’t roll—it roared, howled, like a beast wounded by fate. The heavens bled crimson as celestial lightning arced through the skies, searing the firmament. Rain poured down, not water, but something heavier—mixed with ash and divine residue. Olympus itself trembled. High upon the *Altar of Judgement*, chained by glowing celestial runes, knelt a boy. *Kyrillos*. Barefoot, beaten, and broken—not by combat, but by betrayal. His once radiant robes were in tatters, his body scorched with marks of restraint, divine bindings pulsing against his skin. He was seventeen. The boy once praised as the Prodigy of the Silver Flame, the Heir of the Celestial Phoenix Sect… now a heretic, condemned by those who once toasted his victories. Around him stood the *Twelve Grand Houses*, their banners flapping wildly in the divine storm. Faces half-shadowed under golden helms and jeweled crowns, yet none dared look him in the eye. Only one figure, hidden in the rear, wept silently behind a silver veil—*Aphrodite*.

Qian Feng transmigrated to douluo continent way before the protagonist Tang San is born. So he decided to slack off but he became a powerful Ultimate Douluo in his youth due to his talent. Now there is no Spirit Hall and the continent is in chaos as powerful nobles and families suppress commoners, evil soul masters are rampant. He then became the mastermind hand behind the establishment of Spirit Hall and collected faith from all the people on continent. He became the powerful Angel God and decided to leave many backups on the continent before ascending to God realm. He schemed against the Sea God and stole the faith he has collected. After becoming powerful he set his sight against the powerful Asura God which represented order and judgement. See how Qian Feng elevated his 1st level God status to a powerful God King or even more. He is the hand behind many important events on the continent but people see him as benevolent, kind and love venerable Angel God Qian Feng. (This story include timeline before the birth of Tang San to Douluo 1, 2 and 3. Qian Feng wants the faith generated from the people as well as the luck of Douluo Continent.)

Michael Clarence is a high ranked soldier in the German organization, CCO. He is the soldier to fight against catastrophe in a world where it is normal. One day, his life turned upside down. Blinded by revenge and selfishness, he charged himself for the terror he and the world created.

After the Collapse, the world became a graveyard of broken cities and roaming nightmares. Survivors cling to the edges of civilization, hunted by monsters born from the Void. Léo Myre is just another forgotten orphan trying to survive in Zone 7 — until a monstrous attack awakens something ancient inside him: the Judgment System. Marked as a Candidate, Léo is thrust into a brutal game of survival, power, and trials. To live, he must face the Three Waves, earn his class, and uncover the secrets behind the System that reshaped the world. But power always comes at a price... With humor as sharp as his blade and enemies darker than the abyss, Léo must forge his fate — or be judged unworthy.

Dr. Evelyn Hart is a renowned surgeon with an icy demeanor and an unshakable focus on her career. Known as “The Ice Queen” in medical circles, she avoids emotional entanglements, burying herself in her work to mask the pain of a tragic past. Her reputation is impeccable, and her patients trust her for one reason—she never lets emotions cloud her judgement. Adrian Blake, a beloved actor whose charisma and vibrant personality once lit up every room he entered. But beneath the glamorous facade, Adrian has been spiraling into depression, crushed by the ruthless demands of fame, a string of professional setbacks, and a haunting personal loss. When a minor accident lands him in Evelyn’s hospital, he sees the stay as just another inconvenience—until he meets the cold, stoic doctor assigned to his care. Evelyn views Adrian as just another patient at first, but his sharp wit and deep vulnerability begin to chip away at her frosty exterior. As their interactions grow more personal, she uncovers the source of his pain and begins to help him confront the shadows that have dimmed his light. In turn, Adrian’s raw honesty and resilience challenge Evelyn to face her own fears and the emotional walls she has spent years constructing. Medical Advisor: BIJU.V BSc.,MSc.Nursing- Critical Care Tutor/Clinical Instructor College of Nursing, AIIMS Kalyani

In a world where power defines worth and survival is a privilege earned through strength, Ronan was just another broken soul—bullied, beaten, and forgotten. Until he snapped. [System Activated] [You have acquired an S-Class Ability: Starflame] [Extreme rage and deep-seated hatred detected] [You have obtained the unique skill: Devil’s Covenant] Once a victim, Ronan begins to rise—with a system by his side that grants him power through every action. When he cooks: [Skill Acquired: Home Cook] When he reads: [Skill Acquired: Speed Reading] When he fights: [Skill Acquired: Vital Strike] And these skills? They evolve. [Skill Devil's Covenant has upgraded into Devil's Divine Judgement] [Skill Speed Reading has upgraded into Hyper Comprehension] [Skill Energy Slash has upgraded into Demonic Slash] Every moment, every breath, every choice brings him closer to power. A hero, or a villain? He stands among them.

Ethan Sage, a 12 year old boy in London, England, wakes up one day to go to school and ends up introduced to a world of dangerous gods and monsters. With doubts plaguing his mind and dark venom tainting his blood, what will he do when the end of the world is blamed solely on him? Will he do the right thing, or will he let the dark ink of envy bleeding into his heart cloud his judgement and decide to give them a taste of their own bitter medicine?

~She was a maid, a peasant of the lowest standing, yet at first sight, she melted the icy walls the Lord had built around his heart.~ ****** In a land where peasants are regarded as dirt and crushed beneath the oppressive feet of elites, Evie Willows is an orphaned girl, residing with her relatives. However, driven by the constant scorn of her aunt and her cousin's lewd advances, Evie harbours dreams of independence. She yearns for a noble job to earn a living and live freely from judgement and prejudice. However, her quest for a job unexpectedly lands her in the very Mansion of the sovereign Lord of Valeria. Lord Michael Blackthorn. But—the rumours about him are clear: He is cold, ruthless, sardonic, emotionally detached—everything a villain should be. His walls are up, surrounded by icy layers of indifference. But most especially, everyone knew the Lord of Valeria despised the very concept of marriage and love?—it was just a foolish illusion of the heart to him. Meanwhile, Evie promises herself to steer clear of the twisted world of elites, avoid all drama and attention, working hard to fulfil her dreams. However, the moment she steps into his mansion, a pair of glacier-blue eyes falls on her. But what if those watchful eyes belonged to none other than the Lord of Valeria himself?

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A SEQUEL of CONTRACTUALLY MARRIED *Arrianna Angela/Rian and Alexander Jonathan/Alex *Sophia Ysabelle/Sophia/Belle and Daniel/Dani ~~~~~~~°~~~~~~~°~~~~~~~°~~~~~~~ Sophia Ysabelle, 26 years old, accepted the life-changing deal of marrying the famous billionaire, Daniel Kelley, not for his money but for his name. They have different reasons for marrying each other. Daniel needs a woman to pretend as his wife to get the biggest investment for their company, that will lead them to the top-grossing company in the whole state of California. While Sophia needs someone 'powerful' on her back while still seeking justice for what happened to her in the past. But there is a big problem between the two of them, they couldn't stand alone in one place facing each other. Daniel is a cold and arrogant billionaire with a smile as precious as a diamond, and who already put her under his judgement from the very first time they met. And Sophia is a stubborn yet resilient woman who never backs down from anyone's judgement, not even from her future husband's rudeness. But in the end, will she tell him her real reason for marrying him? When he finds out the truth, will he continue to judge her? Will he be able to protect her from her dark past or he will just remain cold and arrogant husband towards her? "Never judge someone without knowing the whole story. You may think you understand, but you don't" *Rian* ~~~~~~~°~~~~~~~°~~~~~~~°~~~~~~~

THE GODS HAVE HAD ENOUGH JUDGEMENT DAY IS UPON WATCH AS ABADDON EMBARKS ON HIS QUEST AND WATCH AS HE WREAKS HAVOC UPON ALL THOSE WHO DARE CHALLENGE HIS WILL

imagine a world being protected by angels and demons until the fallen king Sebastian decides power over protection failing at conquering thanks to his fellow comrade Azriel who scrubs his memories and sends him to a hidden location only to find out that’s Azriel has to reunite with his fallen king and bring him to judgement

Content warning: Prostitute FMC, Nihilist/Grave acceptance FMC, r-word, mixed race intercourse, psychological. FMC's smut scenes: 40% Male, 40% Male Crocodile Specifically, 20% Woman --- Entry 0: Dear Diary. I do not necessarily think that I was a happy person. But I died the way I wanted, and I chose to live my life the way I envisioned. Making huge amount of money in my early days, I found that there is only so much money one could have. I decided to live on instant noodles, bare minimum apartment and hanging out with friends only once per two weeks. The other ninety-five percent of my money? Charity, anonymously. The last time I knowingly did sin was so long ago. I was never married, and I died staring into the clouds, starved myself to death, you read that correctly, traveller. I starved myself to death, for I found that to be quite romantic. But then, I found myself awoke again from the deep slumber, facing judgement I shall relive another life, with sin.