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Awakened as an F-Rank

In a world where mysterious dungeons appear without warning, humanity’s survival depends on awakened hunters—individuals gifted with powers to fight the monsters lurking within. Ranked from F to the legendary SSS, hunters risk their lives to clear these dungeons and harvest the valuable crystal shards dropped by defeated creatures. Vanitas Estroheim, a frail and struggling F-rank hunter, is the weakest of the weak. Mocked by peers and barely scraping by, he fights only to pay off crushing hospital bills for his comatose mother. His life is a constant cycle of humiliation and desperation, with no hope for improvement. When Vanitas joins a raid on a C-rank dungeon far beyond his abilities, disaster strikes. The portal turns violet—a sign of an unstable dungeon—and the team is thrown into chaos. Trapped inside with no way out, Vanitas and his team face a terrifying creature that wipes them out one by one. On the verge of death, a mysterious voice speaks to Vanitas: “Do you wish to live?” With nothing to lose, he accepts—and awakens to a new power that could change everything. Now, Vanitas must rise from the bottom, uncover the truth behind the dungeons, and carve out his destiny in a world that sees him as worthless. The journey to the top will be brutal, but he has no intention of staying at the bottom. Can the weakest hunter defy fate and become the strongest? ------ '4-5 chapters a week' If i dont upload some chapters, im quite busy on something hehe. Hope You find this Book Interesting *Wink.
Dokji2san · 2.1K Views

Descent to The World of Chaos

Mary, before being known as the Child of Slaughter, was once a weak and sickly orphan from a blue star called Earth. On that humble planet, she was unremarkable—a faceless figure among the countless souls resigned to their quiet and lonely demise. Her life was ordinary, fleeting, and insignificant. But fate had other plans Without warning, Mary was torn from her peaceful world and was thrust into the World of Chaos, a realm of unrelenting chaos and destruction Stripped of the mundane comforts of her former life, she struggled to adapt, clinging to survival with her frail body. Yet no amount of resolve could shield her from the harshness of this new reality Eventually the cruelty of her circumstances broke her, shattering her innocence and forging her into a cold, unyielding machine of war—a tool for survival in a world that demanded blood and sacrifice But even in the abyss, there remained a faint glimmer of hope As Mary encountered Ethan Bright, the Archduke of Dreams. He was the embodiment of perfection—a being feared by the gods and revered by mortals. As the Promised Fifth Celestial, he was destined to bring an end to this madness and become a beacon of hope in a cursed world His very existence gave hope, but hope was never enough. The burning star was eventually extinguished as calamity struck. The world they cherished was reduced to ash, and all they had fought to preserve crumbled Facing the End of Existance, Ethan Bright fell. The Perfect Being, the loving husband, the devoted father–he was no more. What remained was a hollow shell, consumed by guilt and despair. No longer the Archduke of Dreams, he became known as the Sin of Avaritia, a being consumed by insatiable longing and regret In his descent, Ethan embarked on a relentless crusade, hunting monsters and demons with unmatched ferocity. His wrath spared none as he left a trail of ruin in his wake, consumed by his vendetta against the Celestials Allies and friends who sought to save or stop him fell one by one, unable to endure the merciless path he had chosen Through it all, only one remained—Mary. She was the last tether to his shattered humanity, the one constant in his spiral of destruction. She was all he had left to protect, the only reminder of the man he used to be Confronted by the weight of his sins and the irreversible consequences of his actions, Ethan became known as The One Who Wished, a being who chased the impossible—atonement for an irredeemable past. Consumed by regret, he desperately sought a way to undo the damage he had wrought. Every effort proved fruitless, yet he pressed on, clinging to the faintest sliver of hope So at the face of an inevitable end, Ethan made his most desperate and selfish choice. He cursed Mary with a twisted form of immortality, one born of his own shattered dreams and unyielding desire to see her live on. It was a cruel gift, an unbreakable chain tying her to a future that he has failed to protect Though he expected her hatred and though he deserved her scorn, Ethan still dared to hope. Somewhere in the depths of his heart, he wished for her understanding, for her forgiveness. It was a foolish dream, but it was all he had left And so, Mary endured. Iteration after iteration, their destinies unfolded anew. With each cycle, they changed—growing, learning, diverging from the paths once thought inevitable. This time, they would rise to confront the sins of their past, the burdens of their present, and the sinners of countless timelines This time, Mary and Ethan would defy their predetermined fate. As they would face their irredeemable past and carve a new future from the wreckage of despair Though the question remained: Can they finally escape the chains of their shared torment and bring an end to the suffering that had consumed them for so long? Only time would tell ********************* Hello this is my first novel so there will be a lot mistakes but i hope that you will accompany me through this journey
White_With_Light · 11.7K Views

How to Tame a Snake: The Weasel’s Case

“P-Please... give me a chance. I-I like you, Mr. Kang.” In a world where humans and anthropomorphs coexist, discrimination isn’t just common—it’s an everyday reality. Yueul, a weasel anthropomorph, is drowning in debt after being deceived by his ex-boyfriend into committing illegal acts. Prejudice against anthropomorphs makes stability impossible, as he’s fired from one job after another. Then, an unexpected opportunity arises: if Yueul can work alongside Wooheon, a black mamba anthropomorph, and “fix” his abrasive personality, Wooheon’s older brother promises to pay off all of Yueul’s debts. “Thank you for the offer. I’m not sure if I can meet your standards, but I’ll do my best.” Terrified of black mambas but even more terrified of his crushing debt, Yueul reluctantly accepts. Yet on his very first day, he’s already teetering on the edge of being fired. Desperate to keep the job, Yueul blurts out a reckless lie—that he likes Wooheon and wants to stay by his side. But Wooheon, fully aware of Yueul’s lie, retracts the dismissal with a twist: he suggests they live together, determined to push Yueul into quitting on his own. As if that weren’t bad enough, Yueul soon discovers Wooheon’s unusual way of managing stress: sex. And the room assigned to Yueul? It happens to be Wooheon’s designated “sex-only” space. “S-So if I use that room, does that mean you can’t have sex...?” “Why? Do you want to take their place?” “...If you’re okay with being with a guy... then I’m fine with it.” With Wooheon’s perfectionism driving him to collapse under extreme stress, Yueul wants to help—but definitely not like this! Still, the fear of exposing his lie about liking Wooheon keeps Yueul tangled in his own deception, desperately trying to maintain the facade. Knowing Yueul’s confession is a lie, Wooheon relentlessly pushes him further, testing how long he can endure. What started as a desperate lie to escape his debts has thrown Yueul into a chaotic power struggle. Can he survive life under the same roof with Wooheon and somehow tame his impossible personality? #BL #Fantasy #Modern #Anthropomorph Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Spicychili All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 매운칠리, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.
Spicychili · 8K Views

A Crônica do Contador de Histórias

Após uma vida de poucas conquistas e repleta de arrependimentos, Vanitas recebe uma segunda chance ao reencarnar como um bebê em um mundo onde magia e espadas fazem parte do cotidiano. Determinado a deixar seu passado para trás, ele abraça essa nova chance, vivendo com uma trupe itinerante de artistas da corte. Entre apresentações e jornadas por novas terras, Vanitas aprimora seu talento nato para o alaúde, mas é na magia que seu verdadeiro poder desperta. Sob a tutela da poderosa Arcanista Marceline, ele mergulha nos segredos da simpatia, a arte mágica que, desde o início, acendeu seu desejo de invocar o vento. No entanto, o destino de Vanitas toma um rumo inesperado quando cruza caminho com o enigmático grupo Sombraim, cujos segredos ocultos trazem à tona verdades sombrias sobre o mundo e sobre sua própria reencarnação. Em busca de respostas, Vanitas parte em uma jornada por terras desconhecidas, onde cada nova descoberta o arrasta ainda mais profundamente para os segredos esquecidos da história. Ao longo do caminho ele encontra aliados improváveis, constrói amizades inquebráveis e se apaixona... mas o que realmente aguarda em seu destino é algo que supera tudo isso. Com a chance de mudar o mundo em suas mãos, Vanitas precisa decidir entre seguir o caminho das revelações ou se perder nos laços do amor e da amizade. O peso dessa escolha pode mudar para sempre o curso de sua vida — e a de todos ao seu redor.
porep · 35.6K Views

Murder Case At School

A girl named Karin accidentally gets involved in a murder case at her school. It all started when she accidentally found the body of the school janitor behind the warehouse. This piqued her curiosity about what had happened. She still clearly remembers the blood pooling, turning the grass red. The body lay sprawled with several stab wounds. The corpse looked like a small animal, helpless before its predator, dead just like that. Before discovering the body, she crossed paths with a man. A tall man with a mask and dark sunglasses covering his face. The man also wore a hat to cover his hair. His clothes appeared to be layered, and he carried a large bag that seemed very heavy. However, there was something the man could not hide. The clear scent of blood emanating from his body. Karin had a sharp sense of smell and she was certain the odor she detected was blood. Chaos erupted in the school environment. People started forming their own opinions. Karin was the one most affected. She was often questioned about the body she found. People kept asking her to recount the story. At that moment, a new teacher arrived, diverting the attention of the school community. A young teacher with a handsome face that drew everyone's attention. The murder case faded away just like that. The police couldn't find any more clues. When people started to forget, Karin felt something was off. The young teacher looked strange in her eyes. Karin felt that the teacher was constantly watching her. The teacher also had a blacklist that he showed to his students. He said the book was a record for the naughty children. If their offenses exceeded three times, those naughty ones would be punished. That's when the next murder began.
Putariririri · 7.6K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 681.7K Views
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