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My Instant Death Ability

Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death

"All untainted paths lead to the one truth." — A kind man named Malik died a ridiculous death. His soul was ripped out of the flow and shoved into the body of some cliché "Villain" in a faraway land... One that had already reached the end of their story. He had ten days before his public execution concluded. This Villain—well, Malik—used to be a Beggar. One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... A Sultan. The one ruler of the entire world. Now? He was stuck facing the very people he loved, ready to pay for all the “evil” he had done. Fate seemed hellbent on ending him no matter where he went. But just as he was about to give up... {Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?} A Script appeared before his mind’s eye. {Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?} {Would you like to become a True King?} {If so, repeat after me…} It gave him one word—ancient, powerful, and clear. “BASSORĀH!” Many paths came together. Then, a projection appeared. And it began to display... his memories? — This is a story about suffering. Regret. Anger. And forgiveness. {Volume One, Remember Me: Complete} {Volume Two, For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete} {Volume Three, When the Sparrow Falls: Complete} {Volume Four, I Saw A Dream: Complete} {Volume Five, Second Sun: Complete} {Volume Six, The Deprived Movement: Ongoing} Extra Tags: Drama. Reaction. Misunderstanding. Transmigration. Time Travel. Uncringed Title: I Won't Forgive You.
GoldenStache · 1.6M Views

Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/5Bp6Pb9UzN Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
Jin_moon · 935.5K Views

Taming Death.

Book 2 is underway! In the fractured elven realm of Elysium, five clans: High, Sun, Dark, Moon, and Forest elves. They live divided by centuries old prejudice and scars from a devastating civil war. Once united, the clans now linger in distrust, their lands and cultures isolated. As a dark and ancient evil begins to stir, threatening both Etherworld, the realm of the living, and Netherworld, the land of the dead, the fragile balance between life and death is on the brink of collapse. To prevent the realm’s descent into chaos, an unprecedented marriage is arranged between the two most powerful clans. Orion, the first female high elf born in over a millennium and the physical embodiment of Nether, the god of death, is forced to wed Theo, the fiery sun elf prince tied to Ether, the god of life. Their union is a political maneuver to bridge the divide between their peoples, but it quickly becomes clear that their destiny is far greater than a mere treaty. Together, they are thrust into the heart of a prophecy that foretells the unification or destruction of Elysium. As unrest brews among the clans, Orion and Theo embark on a perilous journey to unite the elves against the rising darkness. Their path takes them through glittering courts, ancient ruins, and shadowed forests as they unravel the secrets of the gods who created their world. Along the way, they recruit allies from each of the clans and face enemies who would see their union and the realm destroyed. Confronting their own fears, the weight of their lineage, and the volatile magic they wield, Orion and Theo must not only learn to trust each other but also embrace the duality of their powers, life and death, to stand against an unimaginable evil. This sweeping epic unfolds against a backdrop of high stakes and rich world-building. Political intrigue, action-packed battles, and a desperate struggle for unity drive the story forward as the clans grapple with their shared history and the choices that will determine their future. The fate of Elysium hangs in the balance as Orion and Theo fight to bridge a chasm forged by war, all while standing at the precipice of an apocalypse that could consume both https://discord.gg/EaCweqX3
devonany · 85.7K Views

After My Death I Obtained An Broken Ability's

In the year 2135, on the Blue Planet, a massive tower clawed its way into the sky — black as night, wreathed in a gloomy aura that devoured the sun, the moon, and the hopes of humanity. At that moment, every human received a system — a power that felt almost like a game, complete with levels, abilities, and stat screens. But it wasn’t a game. The system’s warning was clear and merciless: Clear every ten floors within six months, or the tower will devour your world. Three years had passed since the tower’s arrival. Humanity clawed its way up, floor by floor, desperate to survive. No one knew how many floors there were — only that each one was deadlier than the last. And now, in this desperate struggle, Alem and his friends had reached Floor 41, hoping to hunt monsters and level up, to grow strong enough to keep climbing. But they hadn’t expected this. In the depths of a dark dungeon, Alem fought for his life. A monstrous angel, wreathed in divine light, bore down on him like the wrath of the heavens. Its level didn’t even appear on the system — an anomaly, a creature not meant to exist on Floor 41. “Run!” Alem shouted to his comrades. “I’ll hold it back!” But betrayal came in the form of a friend’s blade, driven through his side in a moment of desperation. His best friend. The man who had fought by his side for sixteen years — almost two decades of laughter, hardship, and unspoken loyalty — turned his blade on him. “I’m sorry…” the man whispered, his voice raw with regret. “I have to save them. We can’t all die here.” Alem sank to his knees, blood gushing from the wound, warm and sticky as it pooled around him. The world blurred as memories flickered through his mind: the countless nights they had spent side by side, dreaming of conquering the tower three years ago — the tower that demanded humanity clear every ten floors within six months or face extinction. He wanted to scream, to rage against the betrayal… but in the end, there was only emptiness. “So… this is how it ends,” Alem thought bitterly. His heart was too tired to rage, too worn out to even grieve the betrayal of someone he had trusted with everything. In the face of betrayal, he felt… nothing. The angel’s brilliance grew until everything was swallowed by white light. And then… time stopped. A figure appeared in the stillness, lounging in the air as though reclining on an invisible couch. She wore a stunning purple dress that shimmered with moonlight, her long, wavy purple hair framing her face. Her golden eyes, bright and divine, were half-lidded with sleepiness. “Ah… what a mess,” she drawled
fenho · 15.3K Views
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