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I Kill Heroes to Level Up This Gladiator System

> They called me weak. F-rank. Slave. Then I killed a champion… and the System changed. Now I absorb power from every hero I slay. I raise their shadows. And I fight for vengeance in a blood-soaked arena where strength is survival. This is no game anymore. This is war. And I’m not here to survive. I’m here to win. _____________ > "They said it was just a game. But the first time I bled… I knew this was real." Wicky was a shut-in with no friends, no future, and no will to go on—until he received a strange message: > “One game. One winner. Prize: $100 million.” He clicked. He registered. And his blood sealed the pact. Now, trapped inside a brutal realm governed by the Eternal War System, Wicky awakens in a world ruled by violence—where gladiators bleed for the crowd, nobles wager lives for gold, and SSS-Rank heroes become living gods. His first rank? F. Slave. Nothing. Tossed into the training pits of House Krail, Wicky should have died. But fate had other plans. A hidden system awakens—one only he can see. A system that evolves every time he kills. > ❖ Absorb enemy power ❖ Kill ranked gladiators ❖ Level up by death ❖ Rise… without limit He gains more than strength. He gains skills. Shadows. Weapons that answer to his thoughts. And a hunger to rise. But when the arena claims the lives of his only friends, everything changes. Wicky becomes more than a survivor. He becomes a reaper of champions. > “I kill heroes to level up. And I won’t stop until I become the system’s god.” As wars ignite, champions fall, and dungeons whisper his name, Wicky will claw his way up the ranks of power—one kill at a time. And when the world bleeds… They’ll remember the slave who turned gods into corpses.
Netralla · 1.2K Views

Claiming the Last Alpha She-Wolf

They think she’s a myth. A prize to claim. A body to breed. “Cute. Let them try.” Living among humans as “Astrid”, selling potions and pawning herbs to keep her ailing father alive, Rhiannon Astrid Vale has mastered the art of survival—hiding her claws, her scent, and the dangerous secret nestled in her blood.  She’s not just a werewolf. She’s alpha-born. And worse? She can hear every filthy, possessive, broken thought a wolf dares to have about her. When a hunt for rare herbs spirals into a nightmare, Rhiannon is captured and dragged into the brutal world of werewolf politics on an auction block. Sold to the infamous Bloodfang Pack—a council of five rival alpha brothers barely held together by blood and violence—she becomes the most valuable prize in existence. To them, she’s a rare, breedable, power incarnate. To her? They’re five obsessions waiting to be unravelled. Because Rhiannon isn’t just rare—she’s the living legacy of the she-wolf who cursed their kind two centuries ago. Her blood holds the key to saving or dooming every last one of them. And whether the curse breaks or burns depends on one thing: Who she chooses. Trapped between dominance and desire, with five alphas clawing for her body and her loyalty, Rhiannon doesn’t beg. She seduces. She manipulates. She makes them burn for her until they’re ready to tear each other—and the world—apart. But as passion twists into something terrifyingly close to love, and every kiss threatens to unravel her defences, Rhiannon faces a brutal choice: Burn the pack from within to save herself... Or let herself be devoured by five alphas who would bleed the moon dry just to keep her. She came in chains. She might just leave crowned in blood.
BaeVida · 57.3K Views

We Who Survived The Sky

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.
Amesaya · 50.2K Views
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