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Obey Argento

Weird And Hard To Kill? Sorry, I’m The Real Immortal

Suddenly pulled into a world filled with Specters, Fang Xiu woke up with a unique ability: Reset. Every time he died, time would rewind to the moment before he was killed. In this strange and dangerous world, Fang Xiu could have chosen to hide. Instead he announced to the world, “Yes, I’m a prophet. I can see the future!” As his predictions kept coming true, his title of the Prophet spread around the world. His words became the truth. They became the future. “I have seen the future,” he announced, attracting people from all around the world. His followers took it to the extreme, declaring, “Should the Prophet decree your demise one day, don’t waver, don’t question, just obey. For hesitance only leads to a far graver fate.” During a B-level Specter event, known as [the Spawning] A teammate warned, “The creature is hiding among these villagers. We need to be careful.” Fang Xiu pointed to the last row and commanded, “The one in white. Yes, you. Come out!” In an A-level Specter event, called [Lantern Heads] One teammate warned, “This area is crawling with thousands of Lantern Heads. If they shine their light on you, your head will fall off. The scariest part is the Lantern Heads float unpredictably. It’s impossible for anyone to get across safely. Wait, where’s Fang Xiu?” Another stuttered, “He, he…he’s on the other side!” The first teammate exclaimed in disbelief, “What?! How did he get across?” The other replied: “He…he just walked over.” ____ 3 Chapters Daily 1 Power Stone = 3 more additional chapters. (Reset Daily)
nawalana · 12.7K Views

Rebirth of the Demon King: Rise of the Supreme Sect

Once feared across the heavens, Vareth, the Demon King of Eternal Night, was slain by the united might of the righteous. His soul was sealed, his name cursed, and the world rejoiced. But fate is a strange thing. Reincarnated into the broken body of a failed sect master in the weakest sect on the continent, Vareth awakens in a crumbling ruin with nothing but a single disciple, no resources, and a mysterious Sect System whispering promises of domination. His goal? Rebuild the Twilight Shadow Sect from the ashes. His method? Recruit the desperate, the outcasts, and the fallen geniuses of the world—one by one. His doctrine? Power through control, loyalty through fear, and absolute rule through manipulation masked as salvation. Yet, every time he sets a dark plan into motion—something unexpectedly good happens. He “rescues” a dying girl to use her rare talent... and ends up saving an entire lost cultivation art. He “forces” a body refiner to obey... and heals a cursed bloodline. He crushes an enemy sect out of vengeance... and unites a war-torn province. The world sees a miracle-working hero rising from the ruins. Only his disciples know the truth. Their master is no savior… he’s the devil with a Sect badge. With an ever-growing band of unwanted prodigies—a sarcastic alchemy genius, a lunatic beast tamer, a disgraced music cultivator, and more—Shen Mo will turn the weakest sect into the most feared force in the world. He doesn’t want fame. He doesn’t want followers. He wants control. He wants the world on its knees. And somehow, the heavens keep rewarding him for it.
Taleweaver_of_Lost · 8.6K Views

[BL] Rules Of Desire: His Majesty’s Secret

In the Kingdom of Zarethrone, justice isn’t served by a blade or exile it’s served through pleasure. A land where one can escape death... if they satisfy the desires of royalty. Where punishment comes in the form of seduction, and the King's rule is wild, wicked, and erotic. Prince Kaelith, the only heir to the throne, is forbidden from lying with any man. In a kingdom ruled by lust, his desire for a man is the only crime he must never commit. But when secrets swirl, forbidden hearts awaken, and his body begins to crave what the law denies… how long can he obey the rules of his father’s kingdom? Hale is a poor, rebellious son of a village blacksmith. He didn’t expect to catch the eye of Prince Kael. And he didn’t expect Kael’s gentle hands, stolen glances, or whispered promises in the dark. But falling in love with the prince is illegal as a Man. Forbidden. Deadly. As their hidden romance grows under royal eyes, from royal chambers filled with whispered moans to courtroom punishments that ignite passion, every chapter drips with sin, secrets, and the battle between pleasure and power. In Zarethrone, no one is truly innocent And pleasure is the only way to survive. Warning: This story contains mature themes, erotic punishments, LGBTQ+ relationships, and royal affairs not suited for readers under 18. If you're ready for a royal fantasy like no other, add to your library, leave a review, and join the journey of His Majesty’s Secret.
GoldWinwar · 51.6K Views

The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path

The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path The steppe was never conquered. It was unmade. The Orontai rode like wind across the grasslands, their breath bound to sky and silence, not cities or thrones. But the Zhong Empire came with iron phalanxes and talismans of fire. They did not bring war. They brought extinction. Altan was born to that vanishing. A child without elemental gift. Voiceless. Spirit-null. Unwanted. Yet when the Zhong burned the clans, he did not beg. He fought. And when his mother, the last Flamecaller, stood alone on the ridge and whispered “Run,” he obeyed. Not to survive. But to remember. Hunted and broken, he fled west to the edge of the world, a place left blank on every chart, not out of myth, but because no one who entered ever returned. There, in the forbidden abyss known only in old blood and older fear, he fell into something deeper than legend. A chasm where cultivation dies and pain speaks. When he returned, the war had changed. But so had he. As phalanx legions rise and empires tighten their grip, a different kind of war begins. Formations clash in passes narrow as memory. Shields lock. Spears break. Blood spills in the thousands. There are no gods here. No destiny. Only discipline, silence, and the will to endure. And the storm no longer comes from the sky. It rises from the chasm. "This story is also being published on RoyalRoad.com under the same title and author."
REDN · 33.6K Views

Demonic Skeleton God

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.
Morfus · 124.3K Views
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