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Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System

Liora had everything, silk gowns softer than clouds, and eleven royal brothers who treated her like a jewel. Her days were filled with naps and banquets, her biggest worry being whether sapphire blue matched better with her crown than royal gold. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. One night, she fell asleep in her warm bed with wine in her hand. The next, she woke up in a nightmare. A world ravaged by zombies. Smoke and ash filled the air. The ground was stained with blood. Her palace? Gone. Her servants? Gone. Her status? Worthless. The only thing that remained? Her will to survive. With no training, no supplies, and no clue how to swing a weapon, she was thrown straight into the depths of hell, until a cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind. [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] It sounded powerful, promising... until she learned the truth. She had no abilities, no resources, and a system that cared more about giving her impossible missions and drowning her in cosmic debt than helping her stay alive. While others awakened fire or telekinesis, she was stuck dodging Level 2 zombies with nothing but her fists and pure desperation. Every fight was a gamble. Every step forward cost blood, sweat, or worse—sanity. Yet she rose. She built her own base from scratch. Controlled supplies. Built a black market network in the ruins. People started to follow her, fear her, and even rely on her. And then he showed up. The aloof, deadly awakened one who never cared for others—until her. With piercing eyes and unmatched power, he could destroy armies. But when he tried to get close, to protect her, to understand her, Liora was too busy reinforcing her walls and negotiating food rations to entertain his brooding charm. He said he wanted to fight beside her. She said, "Unless you're here to dig trenches or clear zombies, move aside." He brought her rare supplies—medicine, clean water, even a working generator. She didn’t blink. "Bribing me with electricity? Cute. Now get in line with the others if you want shelter." Because in this world, there was no room for love when survival was still uncertain. But love, like the undead, is persistent. Trigger Warning: Violence, Gore, System Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Romantic Tension.
Violet_Melody99 · 214K Views

Mafia Overlord in the World of Fantasy

Set in the Parallel world of Terra, where the entire history has been identical to that of Earth, except till the Second World War. In the 1950s, dungeons popped up all over the world for no reason, wiping out 80% of the world population in one single year, crashing the economies, and bringing forth the apocalypse. But then humanity observed that every baby 1953 possessed 24 pairs of chromosomes, and those that did had mutated stem cells, which generate unique cellular energy called mana. And every 1 out of 1000 of them possesses a mutated 24th pair of chromosomes, which generate elemental powers, unique to each individual. These were termed as Divinians. *** Qin Tianzhun was once a feared mafia boss on Earth, with the whole underworld at his feet. Unfortunately, due to a simple malfunction in the flight control system, he dies in an accident. *Ding! Welcome to Overlord System. Waking up with the Overlord System, Qin Tianzhun finds himself waking in his counterpart's body, whose name goes by Alexander Qin, in a world where magic, dungeons, and monsters are a part of everyday life. In this life, he is still the powerful Mafia Overlord with entire Siberia under his control. He is the Lord of St. Petersburg, one of 76 free cities in the world where the world government has no control over it. He carries the world's only Quantum AI chip, embedded in his bionic eye, capable of hacking into any modern technology. Most importantly, his children lived in this reality. He is the luckiest protagonist, with everything he needed provided to him on a silver platter. But will his destiny let him maintain such a happy lifestyle when there are 8 other transmigrators like him, all destinies linked to each other with the Overlord System?
Krish5061 · 2.2K Views

Abandoned Planet to Cosmic Overlord

[ULTRA-SHORT VERSION] --- BETRAYED. FORGOTTEN. REBORN. Left to die by his crew, Donnes wakes up as a dead planet. Shattered, coreless, abandoned. Now, armed with a System he shouldn’t have and a rage that burns colder than the void, he’ll tear the cosmos apart to reclaim his place. Revenge won’t be enough. He’ll rule it all. [Short Version] --- Betrayed by his crew, left to die alone in the void. Donnes died, and woke up as a whole-ass broken, abandoned planet. Once human. Now a Shattered Planet with nothing left: no core, no warmth, no hope. But if the universe thinks it can devour him twice... It's about to learn what a twice-abandoned, twice-betrayed soul can become. [Long Version] --- He was the Ninth Planet of his Solar System. But he was abandoned by his brother and sister planets. Even his beloved moons betrayed him for the Eighth Blue Giant. The parent star—Oralen—never considered him family. Treated him like an outsider. So when Graveth, a planet-devouring cosmic horror, loomed over the Oralen System, they tossed him out as bait and left him drifting alone in the cold darkness of the void. Graveth found this tiny planet. To its endless hunger, he was nothing—just a brittle bauble of rock. Yet it stripped away everything: atmosphere, crust, even the meager molten core, until only cracked stone remained. Completely dead. No one knows how long that shattered amalgamation of rock drifted in the endless dark. Until Donnes awoke who was also Abandoned and Betrayed by those who he called family. Instead of being Isekai’ed into some random Noble Young Master in a fantasy kingdom, his soul had transmigrated into a whole-ass planet. A dead husk of a planet. Adrift in the cold, silent void.
WoodenPaw · 699 Views

Doomsday, Let's Open A Restaurant

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?
Adam_2023 · 1.3M Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 599 Views

When Bali Opened My Third Eye

The Island That Sees Through You *Genre: Supernatural Horror, Psychological Thriller, Travel Mystery* *Setting: Ubud, Bali – Summer of 2023* What if paradise sees your soul—and doesn’t let go? I never believed in ghosts. Not seriously. Not until the summer of 2023, when burnout from my tech job in Singapore led me to book a last-minute solo retreat to Bali. The plan was simple: unplug, heal, reset. But the island had other plans. What began as a peaceful vacation in a secluded villa outside Ubud quickly spiraled into a spiritual descent I couldn’t escape from. The villa was perfect—too perfect. Traditional Balinese design, surrounded by rice paddies, misty mornings, and ancient temples nearby. Every doorway adorned with daily offerings. Every night serenaded by distant gamelan music. For the first few days, I embraced it all. Meditation, yoga, local food, temple visits. Then came the dreams. A temple I hadn’t seen. A woman in white with her face half-covered in hair. A stare that pierced through the veil of sleep and left me frozen with fear. Whispers in a language I didn’t speak. Night after night, her presence grew stronger—until she crossed the threshold from dream into reality. Mirrors fogged on their own. Statues turned. Shadows moved in corners untouched by light. And always, the smell of frangipani before something happened. The villa, once tranquil, felt like a mouth slowly closing around me. Every inch of the house watched. Every offering seemed like a warning I was too late to understand. Locals avoided my gaze. Strangers placed offerings outside my room without a word. I visited a *balian*—a traditional Balinese healer—who told me, “You opened something. It saw you. Now it follows.” I wanted to laugh. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew it was true. The woman wasn't a ghost in the Western sense. She was something older. A *penunggu*—a watcher bound to the land, awakened by disrespect or recognition. And I had done both. Through rituals, cryptic warnings, and a wooden idol with no eyes, I tried to make sense of the unraveling horror. I was told to let her "finish looking." But what does that mean when what she sees is you—your regrets, your secrets, your soul? This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s about the cost of being seen by something beyond comprehension. It’s about sacred land, and what happens when a tourist treats spirit like spectacle. It’s about the third eye opening not through meditation, but through fear. The island gave me what I didn’t ask for. And now, even after leaving Bali, the dreams haven’t stopped. If you’ve ever felt something watching you just out of view\... if you’ve ever visited a sacred place and felt *changed* afterward... you might understand. You might have opened a door, too. **“The Island That Sees Through You”** is a supernatural travel-horror novella written in a deeply immersive, personal style. A cross between *The Haunting of Hill House* and *Eat Pray Die*, this story takes readers on a slow-burn psychological descent through mysticism, madness, and a truth you cannot unsee. Welcome to Bali. She sees you now.
DaoistCFc4MX · 9K Views

supreme overlord of all realms

When the heavens collapsed, he laughed. When the gods wept, he slapped them. And when the world begged for balance, he brought chaos wrapped in harmony. Born with a Divine System that rewards him not for strength—but for disrupting the status quo, Tianming begins his journey as a mere cultivator with a heretical thought: > “What if music and silence… were lovers, not rivals?” In a realm torn between the celestial harmonies of the Holy Music Goddess Aria and the void-born doctrines of the Goddess of Silence, Nihila, Tianming rises as the bridge—and the weapon—between both. Armed with the Echoing Silence Blade, forged from their own divine essences, Tianming builds more than kingdoms: He builds a paradox empire—where fallen angels compose opera, battle monks farm floating citadels, and divine entities argue over who gets to warm his bed... or destroy him. But as he gathers a harem of goddesses, forges divine cultivation paths, and face-slaps arrogant immortals, a forgotten terror awakens: > The Goddess of Unheard Screams—a being erased from all history—has heard the first note of her return. Now Tianming must navigate divine politics, cultural warfare, and sensual sabotage—all while growing stronger through irony, disruption… and laughter. --- Genre: Xianxia | Fantasy | Cultivation | Comedy | Harem | Empire-Building | Martial Arts | Mythical Romance Tags: Overpowered MC, Face-Slapping, System, Gods, Divine Harem, Kingdoms & Empires, Magic, Immortality, Humor --- Would you like a shorter promotional blurb for platform banners, or a longer version that introduces the main heroines and system mechanics in more detail?
Billyml · 16.7K Views
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