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Global changes have occurred, the world has turned into a game, and strange monsters are raging all over the world. To become stronger and to resist disasters. Everyone is changing classes and moving up their ranks like crazy. Some people become wizards in their first transformation, while others become professional thunder warriors in their second transformation. But Ling Zhan did the opposite. First, he chose a non-professional class and added the blue bar to all attribute points. “It's crazy. I don't have a class. All I have are low-level skills before I change classes. How can I fight in the later stages? What's the use of the blue bars? It can't increase combat effectiveness. It's really funny...” However, when the battle occurs, Level 3 Thunder Warrior: “I'm shocked, non-professionals are so strong?” A certain third-level Elf Queen: “Infinite blue bars, invincible in one-on-one combat, No. 1 in team battles, how can we fight like this?”

“If God loved you so much, he wouldn’t have put you against me.” … In the present of this age’s fantasy, what the world needs is not a hero but a priest working part time as a Necromancer. Healing by the day, hunting dark mages by the night, presenting you, Elios, the guy who will solve all your problems by any means as long as you pay him the right. A demon is haunting you? Call Elios. The guards aren’t accepting bribes? Call Elios. Your toilet ain’t getting flushed? Call Elios. There are no limitations to what you can ask. As long as there is a right price, everything is possible. Our dependable priest is capable of any and everything. Ah! Though there is one thing you can never ask him to do. Children. You can’t ask him to hurt them. And perhaps you should never mention anything related to that as well. Or else… Even death would be mercy. … In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives. They rule the world’s 7 nations: The Nation of Light and Sun The Nation of Water The Nation of Fire The Nation of Life The Nation of Earth The Nation of Moon The Nation of Wind Each ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling. But that is only the first page of this world. The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate. The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods. The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally. And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world. A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence. In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction… Or so it was supposed to happen..

Izan, a former elite member of the feared underground group Shadow Venom, has left the shadows behind. He vanished after a major gang fight. Now, he leads a quiet, emotionless life in a distant town, working part-time jobs and hiding from both enemies and memories. But fate doesn’t forget. One rainy evening, Izan meets a boy—Ved, a current member of Shadow Venom—who tells him that Yugnat Singh Rawat, the president of the group, is missing. Ved pleads for his help in finding him. What will Izan do?

A goddess fallen from ancient times, a skilled professional known for high end assassination and research jobs...Will he find her? And, what is he planning?

Weewooweewoo! As the latest agent recruited by the Bureau of Paranormal Activity, Catheris Orial–suffice to say–is NOT having a swell time being dragged around. His mentor is kind of a deadbeat; he has to wake up way too early; it's obviously not fun getting jumped on the job; and oh… oh that damned partner of his…! Catheris never asked for any of this–in fact he didn't want the job in the first place; he was already a tailor. Rather, he was forced into this by an unexpected roommate. He knew that moving to a new place would bring along some uncertainties and surprises, but having a demon was NOT what he had in mind. It’d never show itself and would fuck up his kitchen for whatever petty reason. He didn't care about that, why would he? He found it a tad bit amusing–until its behavior had a drastic change. He found himself having episodes: clawing at his neck, unable to breathe. Suddenly, he’d wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, chest tight before he’d notice the wetness on his cheeks–crying searing hot ink again. The most jarring thing was how it’d appear in his liminal dreams. He wasn't the paranoid type, but he wasn't stupid–it was all real. That’s when he unfortunately met Detective Mr. Beo, who offered him a deal–either suffer, or let the government study him. Unfortunately, said detective is also his partner. But… the other coworkers aren't so bad. In conclusion the man is fucked, literally and metaphorically.

The Emperor has no head. Literally. Born to rule—just not with a head. Too young to wear a crown. Too cursed to bear it. His head won’t stay on. It talks. It judges. It bites. But if the head plots, and the body still dreams... Who truly rules?

Haruma Kazuki is a cursed (or maybe just deeply unfortunate) high school student whose lewd, panicked, or absurd thoughts literally manifest in reality — especially when he tries not to think about them. The more he denies or avoids feelings, the more chaotic and trope-heavy the consequences.

Kanaya is an office girl and corporate slave who is crazy about work. One day she gets heart disease due to working too long. She turns into an NPC character in a game she plays.

Asynia Zarra is an Elder Goddess in all but name, yet instead of advancing her strength, she travels to different Mortal worlds under her faction's control and removes any outside forces, referred to as Demon Lords. Her newest task from her faction has her sent to an unusual world. Instead of the cultivation or magic centric worlds, this is a modern world of technology where only a tenth of the population have any access to magic or body cultivation. While the governments around the world are led by the general population, Super Heroes and Villains have spread their influence throughout every corner of the world. Follow Asynia as she navigates through the Hero Alliance and Villainous plots to uproot the Demon Lord and build a base of operations for future Faction members that will visit the world.

"I need Healing" These are the words that Healers hear all too often depending on the tone and scenario they are said in. Could be seriously annoying and in some cases enrage a Healer just by hearing them alone. Users of White Magic meant to be used to heal those in need no matter if it is in body and/or mind. However, the Healers' Association combats the constant complaints they get on all sides both those doing the healing and getting healed. The desire for things to be improved for both good and pure intention and bad and tainted ones are being placed onto them. Thus they desired more power over healing itself to improve on it. Seeing that White Magic was not living up to what they thought it could become. Thus they go about inaction something that was originally meant so that White Magic would become something that lived up to their standards rather than those of their Goddess that governs over healing and thus all White Magic itself. Their goal to perfect healing for the good of all mortals however would work in the very short term however they were in reality their actions would resort to all users of White Magic being transformation into nothing more to automaton that only purpose is to the heal. They would become literal Heal Bots.

How could a one-night stand turn into something more? Meet Li Ruolan, an ordinary girl who works multiple jobs just to provide for herself. Her parents both died in a car crash resulting in her being an orphan. She's a 3rd-year college student who's doing well in her school. But what will happen if one day, someone came and ruin her life? Or, makes her life better?

Jaxon Ryder Mercer was broke, overlooked, and stuck in a dead-end cycle of gig jobs and late rent—until the W.A.R.M.I. system selected him. No explanation. No warning. Just one message: “You have been granted access to W.A.R.M.I. Starting balance: $1,000,000. Objective: Spend to 1,000,000 in 24 hours.” t first, it seemed like a joke. Then the money cleared. Then the world changed. W.A.R.M.I. doesn’t just track money—it transforms wealth into literal power. Spend enough on security, and you get real combat-trained guards. Invest in knowledge, and you unlock skills that would take years. Buy a condemned building, and it becomes a villa. Upgrade your lifestyle, and you unlock many bonuses. But here’s the catch: the money must flow, or it’s game over. Jaxon isn’t just trying to survive. He has to spend, earn, and evolve, all while staying ahead of forces who want to bankrupt him—financially, socially, and systemically. This is no ordinary rags-to-riches story. It’s a race against time, greed, and the rules of a world that bends to capital converted into combat potential. He doesn’t start with power. He buys it. He doesn’t escape the system. He owns it. He Rich—because he has to be.

I rage-quit my job as a high-end programmer and poured my soul into one thing: crafting the legendary in-game weapon that could unlock the elusive Godforger class, a class no player had ever obtained. Insane? Maybe. Worth it? Hell yes. After thousands of hours and mental breakdowns, I finally did it. [CONGRATULATIONS] —YOU HAVE INHERITED THE WILL OF THE GOD OF WAR, STEEL… AND LUST. Wait. Lust? Before I could scream WTF, I was sucked into a world of god-tier weapons, glittering gold… and skeletons of past failures. A new trial appeared: [FORGE A DIVINE HAMMER AND AWAKEN YOUR HAREM — THROUGH LUST.] [TRIAL ENDS WHEN YOUR BONES TURN TO DUST.] [FAILURE: AGONIZING DEATH.] [WOMEN TO FORGE: ∞] Now I’m trapped in a fantasy world where my only way to survive… is to seduce powerful women, forge legendary weapons from their essence, and rise as the Blacksmith God of an endless harem. Time to bang on the anvil like literally. Let the forging begin.

We all know how important knowledge can be, in this reality, or in axnem's second one, he will finally achieve what he wants in a world where knowledge is literally, everything.

When Rei Sakamoto dies during another soul-crushing overtime shift, he doesn't wake up in Heaven or Hell. He wakes up in middle management. Reincarnated as a provisional executive in Hell Inc., the Afterlife’s most dysfunctional bureaucracy, Rei is thrust into a world of flaming cubicles, soul quotas, and demonic KPIs. His job? Manage reincarnation logistics, fix centuries of karmic backlogs, and survive divine audits—or be demoted to literal torment janitor. Armed with a glitchy “CEO System” and a team of undead interns, Rei must navigate corporate inferno politics, negotiate with ancient gods, and dodge divine sabotage... all while butting heads with a cold, calculating celestial auditor who might secretly be the key to it all. In a world where death is business, climbing the corporate ladder may be Hell but it’s better than the alternative.

I used to be disenchanted of my own hands. Not in some weird psychological way—though maybe it was psychological, who knows. I mean literally afraid that my hands would betray me at the worst possible moment. Which they did. Constantly. Job interviews, presentations, first dates. Anytime people were watching and waiting for me to perform, my fingers would go numb and my brain would just... shut off. Like someone pulled the power cord. I called it ATSM—Anxiety That Stiffens Muscles. Stupid name, but I'm a programmer. I like labeling things, even when I can't fix them. The worst part? It killed my one real passion. I used to love billiards. Was actually decent at it, back in college. But after... well, after something happened that I don't really want to get into right now, I couldn't hold a cue stick without falling apart. So I did what any rational person would do: I gave up. Got a safe job, worked long hours, convinced myself I didn't need hobbies anyway. That plan worked great for about fifteen years. Then I made the mistake of running my mouth on TikTok, challenging the Queen of Nine-Ball to a match. Because apparently when you're having a midlife crisis, the smart move is to embarrass yourself in front of the best billiards player in Southeast Asia. This plot is about what happened after that. It's about meeting people who refused to let me quit, learning to fail in public without dying, and discovering that sometimes the only way forward is to go back and face the thing that broke you in the first place. It's also about billiards, obviously. But mostly it's about being brave enough to suck at something you love, in front of people who matter.

When your employer is a talking squirrel, it's bound to have some problems for you. I mean, we all have some issues with our boss. And certainly, being threatened by your 'new' boss is not all pretty. Especially, if your boss's boss is 'Lord Death.' On top of that, they give you a 'task.' Do that, and you are free. But if you fail... who knows what will happen with you. Will I fail? Nope, I won't. Right? Extra Tags: Female Protagonist, Gender Bender, 'ABO' Variant World Disclaimer: It’s just a novel. Don’t be serious. It’s just a fiction. All the characters are from my imagination. They don’t exist in the real life. Nah! Nope, they don’t. Trust me in this. So, there are themes in the story that might be disturbing. But let me tell you. I condone them and I suggest you to take it just as a fiction. No need to think over them. And if you find it very disturbing then, I request not to read the novel any further. Thank you. P.S: All the images are AI generated.

Arin Valkar doesn’t remember who he was, where he came from, or why he woke up in a cultivation sect with no pants. What he does know is pain. Glorious, bone-crushing, soul-tickling pain. Welcome to the Saint Morrow Sect—a prestigious place where Arin’s official job is to get punched. Repeatedly. Daily. Professionally. But surprise! Every blow makes him stronger. Literally. Thanks to a system that rewards suffering, Arin's path to power is paved with bruises, sarcasm, and the occasional near-death experience. Oh, and did we mention there’s a spy girl with murder in her eyes who might also be his biggest fan? This is the story of a man who found enlightenment not through meditation, but through becoming the sect’s most annoying masochist. Because sometimes, to break the heavens, you’ve gotta get broken first.

Reborn into a world ruled by professions, Su Xue Qing awakens a mysterious hidden class—Frostveil Monarch. Cold, calm, and carrying memories from another life, she rises in a land where strength defines fate. As monsters prowl and evils scheme, her path begins—not to conquer the world, but to master herself. The Monarch walks alone... until the world can catch up.

Mira Thornfield never asked to inherit a haunted inn—especially not The Midnight Roost, a sentient Victorian B&B where the guests are all dead, the waffle iron is a literal hellmouth, and the health inspector is a banshee who deducts points for "lack of ectoplasm." After burning out as a hospice nurse, Mira suddenly finds herself the new owner of this very peculiar establishment, complete with: Vlad the Vampire, who complains his "sunny-side-up eggs" are too literal. Marrow the Skeleton Chef, whose "bone appetit" pancakes are to die for. A Yelp-obsessed poltergeist concierge drowning in paperwork (literally). Armed with a snarky Hospitality HUD and skills like [Therapy Magic] and [Necro-Filing], Mira must: Keep her guests happy (even the ones haunting their own ashes). Upgrade the Roost (choose: Haunted Hot Tub or Zombie Beehive?). Survive the Yelpocalypse when a 1-star review summons a Complaint Hydra. But when she discovers her uncle’s ghost is trapped in the foundation—and a mysterious guest named "Lucifer M." books Room 666—Mira realizes the Roost isn’t just a business... It’s a battleground between the dead and the damned.

Lilith was disowned by her father when she was eighteen years. She came in contact with a vampire princes who offered her a job in the place. Her job is to help the Vampire King find happiness and also fall in love. The job was difficult. Do you think she would be able to help him find happiness?

The Cultivation World’s First Demolition Expert Meet Li Wei, a college student who’s just trying to survive his cashier job, cram for exams, and squeeze in some light novel reading between customers. Until one totally mundane (and slightly embarrassing) accident sends him face-first into the afterlife — and straight into a baby body in a mysterious cultivation world. Only problem? His new parents speak in some ancient dialect that sounds like a mix of unintelligible poetry and very bad karaoke. But don’t worry — baby Li Wei quickly deciphers their babble and grins a creepy, unsettling smile because he knows his secret weapon: gunpowder. Forget spiritual energy and flying swords — Li Wei is here to blow things up, literally. While the local maid is convinced the newborn is possessed (or just suffering from gas), the parents insist it’s just the flickering candlelight playing tricks. With nothing but a brilliant mind, a burning curiosity, and an unhealthy obsession with explosions, Li Wei swears to rewrite every rule of cultivation… one TNT blast at a time. Will he become the greatest cultivator in history? Or just the loudest? One thing’s for sure: this cultivation world will never be the same — and the maid definitely won’t sleep tonight.

Here be dark dwellers. With humor and fancy, we take up jobs to keep our lives easy. We be killers. We be hunters. Yet, we be people. For whom shall I live up my query? Oh look an antique. It shall be you then. cover’s not mine, I do not own it.

In the heart of Omsk, two boys were living barely above a poverty level. The only thing keeping them from completely being in poverty was the older boy working various odd jobs. To them, each day was even worse than the last, as if they were living their own personal hell.

Dorian is an ordinary orphan barely making a living in New York by working multiple minimum wage jobs and trying not to spend a penny except for food. But one day, everything changes for Dorian. The world which he initially thought to be cruel, turns out to be much worse than he imagined. But along with grave danger, Dorian also finds an extraordinary adventure, a hidden legacy and outstanding friendships.

Fruit of Infinity follows two rich, sassy, and obnoxious girls. They look down on everyone, in their own distinct ways. And are as cruel as f**k. From literally stepping on servants, to lighting them with fireworks, for the laughs. To make things worse, they stumbled upon true power: a dateless Entity called Infinity, that'd existed since forever. This Entity gave them his power and said. "Make your world interesting for me... I'll be watching." These cruel, pompous ladies attained a position, setting them among the pinnacles of power in the entire universe. Now that they have this power; the world's gods, warlords, devils, and angels have never been so looked down upon. Their goal, now, is to destroy 15% of the world, in order to spare 85%. The earth literally exists on their whim.

Mira has 99 problems, and rent is all of them. Starting your life with a golden spoon and then suddenly everything switching up could be difficult for everyone. With her college degree on pause, a father behind bars, and emotions she’d rather ghost than confront, Mira’s juggling three part-time jobs, three chaotic roommates, and one distractingly cute neighbor who makes terrible life choices - like smiling at her. It’s slice-of-life with sarcasm, soul, revenge, and just enough romance.

MC IS A LITERAL SCUM AND HE WILL DO EVERY QUESTIONABLE AND VILLANOUS THING dark adventure of a scum in a fantasy world. Dont read if you dont like reading dark things like rape and abuse etc.