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The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

Deathborne. An RPG with limitless potential, offering its players the freedom of choice to break away from traditional, predesigned routes. No matter what paths the players take, no matter how many power-ups they gain, or how perfect their decisions seem, the game always ends the same way. That is the protagonist winning against evil with countless lives lost, sacrifices made, and the world mostly destroyed, consumed by the abyss. The allure of uncovering the true ending kept me hooked and I wanted to be the one to break the cycle, to finally conquer the abyss. And then, without any warning, the unbelievable happened. I was dragged into another world—their world—without my consent. A bizarre, inexplicable event. When I came to my senses, I wasn’t me anymore. I was Lukas, a student at one of the Hunter academies. I knew this world too well. I’d traversed it before, through my screen, grinding through skills, levels, and magic to survive. But now, survival wasn’t enough. Not when monsters, dungeons, wraiths, ghosts, and entire lands consumed by the abyss surrounded me. Every moment here felt like staring into a relentless nightmare. But that wasn’t even the worst of it. With knowledge of the events that were yet to unfold, I knew what was coming—catastrophes this world wasn’t prepared for. And I had no choice but to face them. Still, one thought burned in my mind above everything else. "Who the hell dragged me into this mess?"
Lonelythree · 3K Views

Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep.
The_One_Who_Was · 877.7K Views

Celestial Academy of Mystics

What if you wake up on the morning of your fifteenth birthday to discover a system screen floating over your head? It means you are a Mystic, one of the hundred people born each year who have access to the Celestial system and powers of the universe. What if when you go to get registered as a Mystic at their Academy you discover that all the slots are taken? There are already a hundred mystics in the system. You are a strange anomaly that has never happened in a billion years. Well, you must be none other than Xavier Xerxes. The weird teenager who was bullied for his strange white skin, long snowy hair and pink eyes is now also a Mystic who shouldn't exist. It couldn't have gotten any worse for him. Now he has to attend Celestial Academy to get basic training in leveling up and growing into the full potentials of his powers so he can slay demons and battle monsters from real to realm. He has the opportunity to grow from a human to an Immortal, saving the world along the way. Cool, right? But there's one little problem. Xavier doesn't do anything that could pass off as stressful. No, he prefers to read books in the library. He loves to write stories and poems. He cries through romantic movies. He has never walked farther than a meter in his life. No sporting activity whatsoever. He hates violence. Now they expect him to carry a sword. He is supposed to turn his body into a weapon of destruction, and his mind into a fortress of power. What the hell? How is he expected to survive a day at Celestial Academy when he has been home schooled since he was a child? How is he supposed to kill a bloodthirsty troll when he is scared of spiders? Exercise drills, push ups, war games...meditating? Never before in his life! Right. We all have to wait and see. Hopefully he'll find a way not to die on the first day.
Percy_Seacrest · 209.4K Views

Creator's POV

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.
Yoseman · 343.7K Views

 ASSET RESCUE SPECIALIST-SPECIALIZING IN BITCOIN/CRYPTO RECOVERY EXPER

The path of investing in Bitcoin can be exciting and profitable, but it can also take unanticipated and disastrous turns. Since the prospect of quick money and financial independence beckons, many people experience excitement and opportunity during their first journey into the world of cryptocurrencies. But as I have seen firsthand, that charm may be swiftly replaced by a nightmare of loss and betrayal. Everything went so smoothly at first because I had done my homework, looked at market trends, and felt secure in my choice to make a sizable investment in Bitcoin. My possessions' value soared, and I was ecstatic to see my digital wallet fill up with wealth. That bliss, however, was short-lived because I was soon the victim of a highly skilled hacking scheme that depleted my account of all remaining satoshi. When I understood how much harm had been done, panic struck, and I quickly looked for a means to get my stolen money back. At that point, I learned about Asset Rescue Specialist, a unique service that gives victims of online fraud and cryptocurrency theft hope. I was led through a painstaking process of tracking down the illegal transactions, collaborating with law enforcement, and exploring legal options to recover what was properly mine after contacting their staff. Despite the lengthy and difficult process, which was full of disappointments and difficulties, I was eventually able to retrieve a sizable amount of my lost Bitcoin thanks to the Asset Rescue Specialist knowledge and perseverance. The experience has left me with a deeper appreciation for the risks and complexities of the cryptocurrency landscape, but also a renewed determination to navigate it safely and responsibly. While the initial thrill of investing in Bitcoin may have given way to heartbreak, I am grateful to have found the support and guidance I needed to overcome this challenge and emerge stronger on the other side. Contact Email; assetrescuespecialist@qualityservice.com Or WhatsApp,+19035591733 Regards, Morgan Jackson.
Morgan_Jackson_9148 · 200 Views

STOLEN CRYPTO ASSETS AND LOST BITCOIN WALLET RECOVERY SERVICES

It seemed like the earth had collapsed under my feet when I received the heartbreaking news that I had lost access to my Bitcoin wallet. My years' worth of bitcoin investments had seemingly disappeared into the digital ether, leaving me overcome with worry and sorrow. It was a sinking feeling like no other, compounded by the fact that this wallet had been my sole repository for those valuable digital assets. Frantically scouring the internet for any flicker of anticipation, I stumbled upon Digital Hack Recovery, a service that specialized in recovering lost or inaccessible cryptocurrency wallets. At first, I was skeptical – how could they possibly retrieve what I had resigned myself to losing forever? But as I delved deeper into their track record and methodology, a flicker of optimism began to reignite within me. They explained their meticulous process of analyzing wallet data, deploying advanced recovery techniques, and leaving no stone unturned in their pursuit of reuniting users with their rightful digital wealth. Tentatively, I reached out, pleading for their assistance, and to my immense relief and gratitude, they were able to successfully recover the contents of my long-lost Bitcoin wallet. The weight that had been crushing my spirit was lifted, replaced by a profound sense of relief and renewed faith in the power of technological solutions to overcome even the most daunting of financial setbacks. This experience has forever solidified my appreciation for the expertise and dedication of services like Digital Hack Recovery, who are truly making a difference in the lives of cryptocurrency users faced with the unthinkable prospect of permanent asset loss. To know more, send an email to: digitalhackrecovery@techie.com or WhatsApp +19152151930, you can also visit their Website; https://digitalhackrecovery.com
Jackson_Winkeler · 533 Views

How to Become an Immortal Farmer: A Former Young Master's POV

I just wanted to slurp my instant noodles and enjoy another trashy series, that’s all I was looking forward to. But instead, I got kidnapped. Then, I died. That's what I remember, at least. But hey, I didn't stay dead. Somehow, I got reincarnated into the body of a young master of the Rainbow Sect. The problem? He was your typical arrogant, spoiled young master. A guy with a ridiculously inflated ego who loved flaunting his power and wealth. So, yeah, not exactly a great deal for me. Instead of waiting for my inevitable doom, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I wasn't about to play the part of some arrogant, entitled brat. I wasn't going to fight other geniuses, and I sure as hell wasn't going to waste my time trying to reach the top in some ridiculous power struggle. Nope. I was done with that nonsense. So, I fled. I ran as far away as I could and found myself a nice, quiet life... cultivating herbs in the peace and solitude of my own little garden. Who needs to challenge the heavens when you can grow your own food in peace? Farming was where the real satisfaction was for me. Fighting, scheming, and trying to outsmart everyone? Not my thing. But growing the perfect batch of herbs? Now that was a true art. ---------------------- This is a slice-of-life series, where a lazy dude just wants to stay out of the power struggle. I ain't no pro or anything, and honestly, this is the first time I’ve written a novel. I'm also a potato, and not a gun owner, so English ain't my mother tongue. But don't worry, I went to school, and it wasn’t an art one.
Eismann12 · 678 Views
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