Tanjiro Coward

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Twisted beasts, forgotten monstrosities, returning to remind humanity why even remembering their names once felt like a mistake. The sky cracked. Fire fell. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning came, only monsters, and with them a power system of unknown origins. Salvation perhaps, but not for all. It gave no strength to the unworthy, no shield to the coward. But to the brave and the gifted, it gave claws. As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was terrifying, sure. But mostly inconvenient. Nothing ruins carefully plotted revenge like the end of civilization. Most people crumbled. Lazar didn’t. Hope was a lie, luck was noise—he’d never relied on either. Cold, analytical, merciless: traits that made him dangerous before the fall. Now, they made him untouchable. The skills he’d honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. And vengeance doesn’t vanish just because the world ends. It waits. He walks the ruins with people cut from the same jagged stone. Survivors, killers, outliers who aren’t just tolerated—they’re chosen. Lazar doesn’t carry dead weight. He builds a pack. They cross blood-soaked cities, twisted forests, and battlefields drowned in ash. The new world obeys one rule: evolve or die. Power comes at a cost, and hesitation gets you eaten. But the monsters aren’t the only predators. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order. And some just want Lazar dead—because he doesn’t kneel, doesn’t follow, and doesn’t flinch. There’s a storm coming. Bigger than the one that ended the world. And Lazar intends to walk straight through it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello, I'm Barbare, the author. I hope you will like this novel and that you will help me improve it if you have something to criticize, I already wrote a novel in the past but I am far from being an expert after all. If you like it let me know by adding it to your library or vote for it. I hope you have as much fun reading as I wrote, or more because the writing process is not always fun. Good reading.

Enor. A world of ceaseless rain, where steam rises from the land in a slow exhalation, as if the planet itself breathes in torment. The dark heavens weep, the ground smolders, and amid it all, a boy sells himself to chains. Merrin Ashman walks into slavery—not for survival, nor profit, but out of fear. Out of shame. His hands are stained with his brother’s blood, and the weight of that sin crushes him. He does not weep. He does not rage. He is too much a coward to take his own life, yet too hollow to live without purpose. He does not seek redemption. Not yet. But he yearns for something—some task, some meaning, some distant thing to justify the ruin he has wrought. And fate, ever cruel, answers. By chance or divine will, he snaps at the cruciform. In that shattering, something awakens. A power, terrible and vast. He becomes a caster, one who moves the symbols. And with it, revelation: a destiny sought through time. El’Shadie. The title lingers like a question. A savior or a scourge? A harbinger of ruin or the world’s last hope? He does not know. But the path is before him. A path through a world of shadowed faiths, churches and warring clans, of casters wielding forces beyond reckoning, of monstrous fallen things clawing from skies. And this time, the El’Shadie must choose what he will be.

Hurt. Bullied. Ignored. Boris decided to end his life in the most pathetic, cowardly way imaginable. But of course—how could even death go right for him? Fate, it seems, had other plans. Boris wakes up in another world, reborn as Kaden Warborn—the second young master of the Warborn family. A clan of glorious madmen who treat death like a family tradition. And wouldn’t you know it—death comes knocking again. [Congratulations, Host. You have awakened the Cycle of Rebirth System.] [Core Principle: Die to grow stronger.] [So go on, Host. Don’t be shy.] [Court death.] …Excuse me? Armed with a system that rewards dying, surrounded by maniacs who treat funerals like festivals, Kaden Warborn begins his new life. Hopefully, this time, not like a coward. Discord Link: https://discord.gg/Y7S3ZH5qPy

Once feared as the top assassin in the underground world, Piper Downs met a brutal end. Set up and betrayed by her country and the organization she trusted most. But fate isn't done with her yet. She awakens in the disfigured, discarded body of Piper Gates—a scarred, timid heiress tormented by her cruel stepmother and manipulative sister, mocked by high society, and tossed aside by her arrogant fiancé, Cisco Gustin. What they don’t know is that the coward they bullied has been replaced by a woman trained to kill. With memories of betrayal still fresh and a lifetime of deadly instincts at her fingertips, Piper has no plans of staying in the shadows. She severs her toxic engagement without hesitation, slaps her scheming sister into place, and reclaims every ounce of dignity stolen from her. But everything spirals when she crosses paths with the enigmatic heir of Swasea City—Jasper Hart, the aloof and untouchable CEO of the powerful Hart Family. A chance encounter… a shared night… and suddenly, their fates are dangerously entangled. She wants revenge. He wants answers. And neither of them expected the heat simmering beneath their friction. As socialites whisper, enemies circle, and the past threatens to resurface, Piper must play her cards right. In a world of lies, power, and blood-stained secrets, only one rule remains: never trust too easily… especially not your heart. --- Hi, I hope you enjoy my novel. It is quite the slow burner but also worth your time so I hope you stick with it. PS: I am still new at this and still have a lot to learn and can make mistakes, so if you find any, please feel free to comment, and I will fix it as soon as possible.

SHE USED TO LOVE HIM, IT GOT TOO MUCH FOR HER AND SHE THOUGHT THE BEST THING FOR HER WAS TO LEAVE HIM. IT WAS HER FIRST TIME LOVING SOMEONE THAT MUCH. SHE WAS SCARED HE'LL BREAK HER HEART LIKE OTHERS DID BUT SHE BROKE HIS HEART INSTEAD. SHE DIDN'T WANT TO FEEL THE HURT OF HEARTBREAK AGAIN SO WHEN HE MADE A LITTLE MISTAKE AND HURT HER, SHE TOOK IT SO GRAND AND BROKE THINGS OFF. AT THAT TIME SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS DOING THE BEST THING FOR HER, SHE DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS PUTTING HER SELF IN YEARS OF PAIN TO COME. HE BEGGED AND BEGGED FOR THEM TO GET BACK TOGETHER BUT SHE RAN LIKE THE COWARD SHE IS AND LEFT HIM FOR GOOD. AT FIRST AFTER SHE LEFT HIM, SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS GOOD, SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN GOOD WITH KEEPING HER EMOTIONS IN CHECK NOT UNTIL SHE COULDN'T MOVE ON. SHE COMPARED EVERY MAN WHO WAS EVER INTERESTED IN HER WITH HIM AND THEY WHERE NEVER GOOD ENOUGH.EITHER TOO AGGRESSIVE, TALL, SUBMISSIVE, ARROGANT. NO ONE WAS EVER AS PERFECT AS HE WAS, SO SHE STARTED TO REGRET HER ACTION AND WISH SHE FORGAVE HIM WHEN HE ASKED FOR IT. SO, WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THEY MET AGAIN TWO YEARS LATER WITH HER STILL BEING SINGLE AS EVER AND HIM BEING IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS THEN CLOSE FRIEND. LET WATCH THE JOURNEY OF HOW THEY MET AND SEPARATED, AND WHEN THEY MET AGAIN, IF THEY GOT BACK OR THEY ARE BETTER OFF SEPARATED? BE THE JUDGE!

I am the youngest son of the Jaegal clan’s leader — and a failure. At twelve, they discovered I suffered from an incurable condition: I couldn’t cultivate or manipulate formations. To my family, that was the same as being dead. Without honor or future, I was sent to a place no one took seriously: the Low Mist Sect — a handful of forgotten monks in the mountains, with no warriors, no reputation, no power. The only thing they cultivate is silence. Mocked as cowards and laughed at by the entire murim world, they never raise swords — but they know exactly where swords will fall. And it was there, among shadows and silence… that I began to see the world as it truly is.

Shawn Heisen, a 15 year old Introvert, coward, mad genius and a certified shut-in. He only believed in one thing, "If there's god, then he must've been blind" Something broke, inside him. Something that made him feel miserable about his own cowardice. Something that made him hate himself to his core. From that point,he shut himself in. He never took a step out of his small rented apartment,a "Haven" in which he lived alone with his roommate, Remila. She took every single one of his problems on her shoulders from the beginning. She had become everything for him. A mother, a father, a teacher, a guardian...just EVERYTHING!. His life was going smoothly, until a call rang from his parents, who lived in the other-side of the world. "We've decided to admit you into Novainé Pheonixâ academy. No excuses, you must to school!.Or else you're gonna get yourself into a serious trouble” said his mother without any warmth towards her child. Novainé Pheonixâ was one of the most Elite schools that one can get into. Everyone in there was a prodigy in one or the other areas. But the thing was, he never went to the school for past 3 years. And he was gonna get 'Blacklisted' for that!. The point was how was he gonna survive in the school with absolutely no social skills and with Anti-social mindset?

Noan transmigrated to a world that blends advanced technology and magic, with countless gates leading to other strange worlds. In that world, he took over the body of a young man of the same name who had just died. He realised that in this world, he was one of the 0.1% of the population who had the ability to become a landlord and had the right to go to mysterious lands to build territories. However, he was only a Rank F lord, the lowest and weakest rank in the landlord rankings. Besides, his family was like blood-sucking demons. Not only did he wear out his labour, but his younger brother was also jealous of him becoming a landlord, so he hired thugs to beat him to death. Fortunately, the 'old Noan' died, giving the 'new Noan' a body to live again. This Noan was not a coward; he was not weak like the 'old Noan'. And of course, the goddess of luck smiled upon him. Although he is only a Rank F Landlord, who can only summon useless Skeletons, he possesses the only Rank SSS talent in the world - Almighty Fusion. He can fuse ordinary skeletons and transform them into the King of the Undead, the lord of hell. He can help a weak succubus become the almighty fallen angel. He can turn a small lizard into the King of Dragons, the nightmare of all creatures. Besides, Noan also begins to lift the curtain that has hidden the truth about the new lands.

In a universe where farming is a falsehood, one shattered man possesses the truth: in order to save everyone, he has to rot everything.** Exiled to the Blighted Steppes' toxic wasteland after his meridians were smashed by an explosion in a Rot Zone, scholar Lián survives by mapping patterns of rot for scavengers. Disabled and discarded, he discovers a nightmare truth: the "impurities" corrupting the world are not just that—**Primordial Decay**—raw energy from creation's beginning. Modern cultivation suppresses this energy, but at a terrible cost: with every pilled-down pill swallowed, with every immortal who ascends to the heavens, *accelerates* the unmaking of reality itself. When Lián touches a fossilized dragon bone humming with rot, his broken form does the impossible: it *drinks* in the corruption. Where others break down, he thrives. Under the tutelage of **Old Man Moth**—an immortal rotted alive for 10,000 years—Lián learns to master forbidden **Rot Arts**: miniaturizing foes to dust, unwinding spacetime through decay, and concocting elixirs from the raw juice of chaos. But his power catches the attention of **The Preservers**, a cult of immortals who purge "decay-spreaders" to maintain their parasitic reign. Lián invades the radiant facade of **Jade Aegis Academy**—where cultivators are taught to bleed decay into mortal cities—and uncovers Heaven's worst secret: the gods are not wise. They are *cowards*, poisoning lower planes to prevent a cosmic extinction. To end this cycle, Lián must become everything the universe is terrified of: **Heaven's Anathema**, the very literalization of decay. Salvation, however, comes with a cost: to bring back existence, he must first bring empires, sects, and even the immortals themselves. to dust.

Henrique was forty years old, with a shattered marriage, three hungry children, and a bottle of liquor as his only companion. His wife had betrayed him with an influential coward who destroyed his life… until the world began to collapse. When monsters started falling from the sky and portals opened, chaos consumed the planet. Governments fell. Shelters rose. And humanity began to evolve, guided by a mysterious system with levels, abilities, and magical items. Henrique should have died. But a female spirit — beautiful, cruel, and invisible to all — chose him. Now, as the bearer of a one-of-a-kind power in the universe — the Wandering Crystal of Chaos — Henrique has the chance to rebuild everything. But the most powerful enemy… is the woman who abandoned him. The Crimson Empress. As the world sinks into blood and memory, Henrique fights for his children, for his past — and to become the supreme being of the new world.

In the sprawling, neon-lit depths of Saer-Eh, where the powerful shape reality with their Icons, Donovan is nothing more than a fearful, forgotten boy. A runaway from the upper-middle-class Coffers district, he’s spent his life cowering from conflict, his only anchor being his mother—until she disappears, and the world comes crashing down. Plagued by whispers that aren’t his own, haunted by a strength he never wielded, Donovan is thrust into the city’s underworld—a labyrinth of corrupt Enforcers, merciless crime lords, and ancient faiths vying for dominion. With no training, no wealth, and nothing but a fading resolve, he’s given a choice: confront his own fear and learn to wield the strength beneath the surface, or be consumed by it. This city does not reward the weak, it does not coddle the scared. But what if fear is the flame that tempers the blade of strength? What if cowardice is but the precursor to glory?

In a world overrun by interdimensional monsters—where cities fall like dominoes and humanity clings to absurd hope—military academies train superpowered teens to save the day. But what about the ones without powers? They get a pat on the back, a backpack full of expired rations… and are thrown to the front lines as glorified distractions. They’re called “the losers.” Kade is one of them. Or at least, he should be. He has no magic, no strength, no charm, and no particularly strong will to live. What he does have is a ridiculous strategic mind… and the emotional range of a tired rock. Every time they send him to die, he survives. No one knows how. Not even him. And it's starting to annoy the wrong people. Until an SSS-class monster—powerful enough to erase a city with a yawn—finds him. And instead of killing him, it decides to turn him into a personal experiment: Authority: Update. A skill that allows him to boost himself… and any useless nobody under his command. Like being the admin of an RPG full of level 1 characters… and zero resources. But the system adapts to the personality of its user. Which means Kade is constantly trolled by a guide-like entity… that thinks exactly like him. “Train them. Make them stronger. When I return, I want to fight you.” “Seriously, don’t you have anyone better to bother?” Now Kade is stuck leading the worst squad in the academy: Nearsighted cowards, spoiled noble brats, a girl who spontaneously combusts… And himself—who doesn’t even want to be here. He’s not doing it for revenge. Not for redemption. Not even to survive. Just because… dying sounds more exhausting.

Lost Echoes: A Past That Won’t Stay Buried... I wasn’t always this cold... Once,, I smiled more often,, laughed at little things,, and believed in forever... But that version of me was buried beneath the ruins of a past , I never truly recovered from. Now,, I am Rimi—the CEO of Mirain Company,, the number one cosmetics brand in the country... To the world,, I am composed,, elegant, and ruthlessly efficient... People see me as cold, unapproachable. A queen encased in ice... But behind that polished mask,, there's a side only one person ever got to see—a side that giggles,, pouts,, clings,, and melts like a kitten seeking warmth. That side was for him... Kai... He was my best friend., My confidant.. The boy who used to tease me with that crooked smile and hold my hand when I cried... We were young,, maybe too young to understand the depth of what we felt,, but it was real... I loved him—I loved Kai with all the pieces of my innocent heart,. And maybe... just maybe, he loved me too... But we were cowards, both of us. We never spoke our truth,, never crossed that fragile line between friendship and something more... And then—everything shattered... The night my world fell apart,, I lost everything. My parents died in a brutal accident,, leaving behind nothing but silence and ashes... I waited for Kai... I waited for him to show up, to hold me and promise it would be okay. But he never came. No calls. No letters. No goodbye... He vanished.,, Just like that, the boy I loved disappeared,,. I was sixteen , hollow and numb,, drowning in grief and abandonment. But fate didn’t completely abandon me. A kind family—old friends of my parents—took me in. They gave me a home, love,, and warmth I never thought I’d feel again. They never treated me like a burden... They loved me like their own, and I promised myself I'd make them proud... So,, I rebuilt myself from the ashes... I buried my pain, my past, and the girl I used to be. I studied hard,, graduated with honors,, and took over my father’s legacy—Mirain Company... Under my leadership,, we soared to new heights,, becoming the top cosmetics brand in the country... I had everything—power, respect,, success. But love?? I stopped believing in it. Until he walked in... It was at my best friend’s wedding,, a day filled with laughter, champagne,, and memories. And there he was,, standing across the ballroom—sharp suit,, intense gaze,, and a presence that made my heart forget how to beat. For a split second,, I thought it was Kai. My breath hitched... My world tilted. My past clawed its way back to the surface... But his name was Adrian... Adrian Knight—the CEO of Queen Company,, our fiercest rival. The second most successful cosmetics brand,, always trying to outshine us. We were competitors. Enemies,, even. But none of that mattered when our eyes met. He looked at me like he knew me... Like he saw through the layers I had so carefully built over the years., And I hated that. I hated how my heart stuttered. I hated how my legs wanted to walk toward him... I hated that he looked so much like Kai,, and yet was nothing like him... Adrian was confident,, charismatic,, with a gaze that seemed to strip me bare... And I… I was supposed to be the composed one... The ice queen. But around him,, I couldn’t hold that façade. He made the forgotten girl inside me stir again—the one who wanted to be held,, loved,, cherished... I told myself it was just resemblance... Just a cruel trick of fate. But my heart didn’t listen... Maybe I was falling... Falling for a man who looked like my past,, but felt like my future... And it scared me... Because if Adrian was a second chance... was I brave enough to take it??? Or would he leave me broken,, just like Kai once did??? I didn’t have answers. Only questions,, memories, and a heart that refused to stay silent anymore... And deep down,, beneath the frost,, I could feel the warmth return. Maybe... just maybe,, this was the beginning of

~~WSA 2025 ENTRY!~~ ~~50k words before locking!~~ "I hate my old world. No matter where I turned, misfortune followed me like a curse. In this world, I will be free. I’ll rise to the top and enjoy life with beauties... but to do so, I must destroy everything that stands in my way." Ryan was a simple construction worker, trapped in a boring routine, weighed down by gambling and loss. Until one day, his life ended when a rogue steel pole crashed into him—right in the middle of his important gacha pull. Everything went dark… and then bright again. He found himself face-to-face with a goddess. Seraphina, the Goddess of Life, stood before him with an air of indifference. "Welcome, Ryan, to the world between life and death. I could explain your life and death, but I can’t be bothered. I’m Seraphina, blah blah blah. Go save the world, be a hero... whatever." Ryan lashed out. "What kind of shitty goddess are you? I don’t want to be a hero!" "How dare you speak to me like that?!" Seraphina’s fury was palpable. She had never been spoken to like this before. Ryan scanned the endless white room, muttering, "So, I’m dead, huh? This is a new world… First thing, get strong. And maybe get some beauties..." "Listen, we’re not done talking—" the goddess started, but Ryan cut her off. "Shut the f**k up! I’m thinking here!" He was beyond thrilled to escape his miserable old life. This felt like a second chance. "Hero? F**k that! Make me a villain," Ryan growled. "Give me powers like in those anime shows! I want to burn the world down and make them kneel to me!" The goddess paused, clearly annoyed. "Fine, have it your way." She flicked her wrist, sending a flash of light toward him. Unseen by her, a shadowy presence entered with the light. "I shall grant you one wish," the goddess muttered bitterly. "Name it, and it will be done." Ryan’s eyes gleamed. "Anything?" His grin widened. "Make me someone who can f**k countless women and have a hundred wives. And you..." He leered at her, "You’ll be my first." Before Seraphina could react, a system window appeared before Ryan’s eyes, glowing crimson. [Welcome Ryan Wood] [You are reading a message from the system of the chosen ones] [You are offered to become the Harem God] [Will you accept your fate?] [Yes/No] Ryan’s excitement surged. "F**K YES! I ACCEPT! GIVE ME THIS POWER!" Follow Ryan on his journey to becoming the true Evil Harem God. He’ll conquer beauties, battle enemies, and reshape the world in his image. In a world where only the strong survive, Ryan will stop at nothing to become the ultimate villain—the man who controls all the women and rules over all. ● This novel contains R18 explicit content and adult themes. ● Two chapters will be uploaded daily, so buckle up. ● The MC? He’s evil, ruthless, and sure as hell not a coward. ● Expect epic battles, cool abilities, and solid world-building. Bonus tags(Netori; OP; MILF; Monster Girls; Large Harem) No NTR. No incest. No pegging. No femboys. No direct rape(Only brainwashing that leaves the woman feeling good). No YURI. Discord server: https://discord.gg/wNf3hqnU4z Magic Castle: 10 bonus chapters in 5 days after receiving the gift. Spacecraft: 20 bonus chapters in 10 days after receiving the gift. Golden Gachapon: 30 bonus chapters in 15 days after receiving the gift. Power Ranking Top 5: 2 bonus chapters at the end of the week.

Roger thought he’d seen enough horror and slaughter. But nothing prepared him for the day his mentor—an elite swordsman was ripped in half by something not even the gods should have created. Terrified, alone, and soaked in cold sweat, Roger fled deeper into a jungle that had swallowed countless heroes before him. But what awaited him wasn’t death. It was something far worse. A succubus. The succubus who drained him to his bones. He thought he would never woke up, but he found himself not dead, but reborn... in a temple carved from white stone, beneath the towering gaze of a statue unlike any god he had ever seen or heard. Then came the voice—deep, commanding, and ancient. "I am the God of Chaos. The ruler of the new world. The supreme— Hades." With those words, Roger’s world unraveled. He was shown visions of a forgotten truth: the Ragnarok of the Gods was never an end, but a transformation. The six most powerful gods—righteous and evil—had not died, but merged. Their remnants gave birth to a being that defied all divine logic, a god born from contradictions: justice and malice, order and desire, light and destruction. Hades. Now, with a wicked grin stretching across the fabric of fate, the God of Chaos has made Roger an offer no sane man should accept... but no ambitious fool can resist. "So you want me to be your messenger? But what can I gain from it?" Roger asked with an expectant look. "Become my messenger I shall grant you the power to stand above all life—save for me." But Roger is no noble hero. He’s a rogue, a pervert, a coward who cries when death knocks at the door. Yet he's also cunning, curious—and fatally tempted by power and the chance to live without ever bowing again. Now Roger a selfish bastard with a broken sword, a sharp tongue, and the spine to spit in a god’s eye must choose what kind of man he will become: pawn, parasite… or prophet of chaos. Now it looks like one bastard adventurer might just rewrite the fate of Nirn. ___________________________ Schedule: 14-28 chaps every week each 2000+ words. LOT'S OF SNUSNU SO DON'T COMPLAINT LATER! Discord: https://discord.gg/GcsXh8XM6c [Characters, monsters, weapons, places, etc. images are already available in my little server.] ___________________________ Tags: Action, Monsters, Demons, Gods, Mystery, Myth Romance, Slice of life, Pregnancy, Adventure, Divine, Mercenary, Academy, Travelling, Guild quests, Mercenary missions, etc .. No NTR, No YuRI, No Incest!!! MC won't be op from start. He'll learn from his mistakes and bad decisions. He won't be best from the start nor will he be a horndog ever.

Luth, presiding in the quite countryside could never get out of his abysmal fate, from being orphaned at birth, and then adopting an abusive relationship with his foster father; even then he tried to escape and get out of his horrid life, yet he kept finding himself continuously in deeper perils. Even then was he stubborn enough to not retreat. After much endeavor, he got himself placed into the ranks of the Order of Notis into the Southern Province of an unfamiliar kingdom that was Zion. Odds against him seemed to rest for a while and the dream for a normal life now was something that he could see within his reach, but then again, his fate compelled him into another hardship. What he thought of as an unpleasant task and nothing else slowly began to turn into deeper issues as his hopes for a normal life turns into a further hope in front of his eyes. He wanted to control himself, he wanted to retreat, yet now he was stuck in the world of fate, where rule is blind and pleas only suit cowards. How would he make sense of everything when an action passes and another trouble begins to boil at the next movement? How would the dream come true, or would he lose it in all the madness?

Damien had always been told that when he met his mate for the first time, he would immediately know them as his intended. As a lone wolf raised among humans, Damien long awaited the revelation of his destined love. But everything goes horribly wrong when he realizes his mate is the vampire responsible for the death of his pack! There’s no way Damien can accept his fate, even if it kills him. He'd rather kill the vampire first. Cain is a coward who should have chosen to die rather than become the lackey of a powerful vampire. But he chose to persist, existing as an undead monster, following the commands of a sire he hates. It's as much a surprise to him as anyone when he discovers that he's been imprinted on by a mate-sick werewolf. But allowing this silly pup to interfere in his life is simply unacceptable. Updates Sporadically

What should you do when you transmigrate into a hit tower-fantasy novel? That's right, you should find and bite on the skin of the overpowered character who will keep you alive even if you die. Not necessarily the protagonist or the antagonist, but that very one you're thinking of. The cold-hearted, aloof, overpowered character called a regressor. Yup. You should cling to that character. Then why? Why is this damn regressor such a coward?

A dark fantasy tale of forgotten gods, cursed sigils, and a boy walking the line between martyr and monster. They say the dead don’t speak in Arvenmoor. But the city listens. And it remembers. Beneath the crumbling bones of a forgotten empire, Kael hides among ruins and ghosts — a marked boy with no past and a sigil that pulses like a second heart. The Church calls him cursed. The streets call him coward. And something beneath the earth calls him by name. The flames are rising again. The hunted boy will descend. And the Veil — the barrier between life, death, and the truth long buried — is beginning to tear. In a world where memory can be devoured, where gods leave scars not miracles, and where survival is the only worship that matters… Kael must choose what he is willing to lose to learn who he truly is.

The world of cultivation bends its knee to heaven’s script. Born with a golden root? You rise. Branded by a noble clan? You rule. Touched by fate? The path parts before you like cowards before a blade. But I had nothing. No name to carry. No bloodline to lean on. Even the heavens looked past me like I was a fucking stain. Until I found it— A legacy not passed down, but buried. A path not praised, but purged. A fucking sin carved into the bones of a dead age. I don’t want their forgiveness. I don’t need their pity. And if you think I’m hunting vengeance, then you’re not listening. I want power. Raw. Foul. Unforgivable. So yeah, if you’re looking for heroes, look somewhere else. But if you want to walk the path that bleeds— If you want to know what’s left when fate turns its back— If you want to watch the world break under the weight of one man’s curse— Then come. Come see what it means to be born without fate. Come see what the world fears when it can’t look away.

THE 1000 WARNINGS YOU MUST SURVIVE How do you fight the apocalypse when the only weapon left is your phone… and your fear? Renji Kurose is a nobody. A high school shut-in, a crybaby who skips class to avoid the world. But when a mysterious black screen appears on his phone, warning him of an approaching entity named Seraphine, everything changes. The message isn't spam. It’s a prophecy. Sent by a fallen angel named Luciel, the message is the first of 1,000 warnings—each tied to an unholy, uncanny being set to arrive one by one. Each has a form that defies logic. Each carries an ability capable of warping reality, inflicting permanent trauma, or causing instant, brutal death. And anyone without a phone? They're already dead. Now Renji must survive the arrival of each entity using only what the messages tell him—when they come, how they behave, and what threadbare tips might keep him alive. But the clock is always ticking, and the rules of survival grow more twisted with every passing warning. With society crumbling and the silence between screams growing louder, Renji has no choice but to evolve—from coward to warrior, from victim to beacon. Because this isn't just about surviving the end of the world… It's about understanding why it's happening at all. And who—or what—is watching.

In her previous life, Su Anya was plagued with misfortunes, and the root of her misfortunes was herself. Her cowardness filled her path with pain and sufferings. Su Anya was kicked out of the school as she was framed for cheating in a competition, at that time she couldn't even fight for her own justice. When her most trustworthy best friend stole her designs, she didn't even have the courage to confront him. Her sister died as a result of her carelessness, making her despised by her own brother. "You are the most selfish person." These are the words that kept haunting her, and she wanted to run away from them. Finally, Su Anya found an escape route, i.e., death. After suffering, the heavens give her a second chance, and Su Anya is reborn ten years back. In this life, Su Anya had decided to make amends with her regrets. Su Anya's plan does not include revenge; instead, she intends to make peace with all of her regrets. Regret for not taking a stand for herself. Regret for distancing herself from her brother and sister. Regret for being a weakling and a coward... In this life, she will make peace with her regrets...

A twenty year old young man Eric is summoned to a fantasy world filled with magic in order to save a kingdom from ruin however Eric is a coward who is afraid of conflict and lacks bravery. Instead of being the hero warrior he manages to get elevated into being the hero king. Given the title of king, Eric must come up with ways to help the kingdom through its debt, hunger, poverty and ways to protect his citizens safe from corrupt nobles and the monsters of the nearby great Dark Forest. There is one problem with that though, Eric is an ordinary young man who has no idea how he will be able to accomplish all that but now he has the kingdom's fate resting on his hands.

Alexander was someone you may call a maniac. When people ignore bullies or maybe get bullied by them, he loves to offer them a UNO Reverse card. He would bully them. Then he somehow transmigrated into the cultivation world, where bullies exist at all types and all levels of society. Here he was taken off the morality shackles he had on Earth. Here he can bathe in the thrill of freedom to the extreme. But every story starts with some problem and this is about the previous transmigrator of the body he is currently in. Yes... "Transmigrator". The previous host of the body was a transmigrator who got transmigrated into this body but is a f**cking moron. The previous one, Jiang Hao, was a hermit. He was a coward. He would cultivate in secret and never show his powers to the world and would even let a weakling slander him. But he will tell himself that the world is dangerous and it's better to avoid trouble. But... he died. And he didn't even know how he died. But Alexander finds out that this man has been sitting on a gold mine that can make him powerful beyond belief. His system, when exploited by the loopholes, is so overwhelmingly powerful that it can answer any and all questions a person has. ------------ Original Novel: CULTIVATING IN SECRET BESIDE A DEMONESS. You.... yes you.... you know how painful it is right? ------------ When someone has been on WebNovel for some time and has read all the good novels there are, they will start to read garbage-level cultivation novels. I too am such a poor Daoist. After wandering in the heaps and heaps of garbage cultivation novels, I accidentally read a poison and felt like my brain cells were screaming at me in my mother tongue, to stop reading and just.... let go. And I did let go, but the amount of garbage written in that novel got to me every night, and I couldn't hold it in anymore and decided to write a novel, about how I would react if I had all the powers that piece of **** had. This is the result. A novel written to vent my soul out. ----------- This is a weak to strong type novel but the MC will not be a weak will individual, even in the first chapters. So there won't be any character development where the MC will go through troubles and harden his resolve. He was born a Chad. Period.

Immortal. Cursed. And a really bad sense of humor. Now I'm stuck waiting for the next idiot to pick me up. Over the past couple hundred years, I've been wielded by heroes, villains, royalty, impoverished, and cowards. All blend together for me. Now they're corpses. And I'm here again. The only way to escape this curse will be finally finding a wielder strong enough to kill whoever did this to me. When I do, I'll slice their head off with my own blade.

Demons ravage the world, and only Demon Slayers can stop them. Kagami Yamato is not only on a journey to hunt, but to also find herself. Gifted a Breathing Technique not seen in over hundreds of years, she and Tanjiro Kamado search the demon who murdered his family and turned his sister into a demon. But ancient secrets between their bond threaten to expose them to Muzan Kibutsuji.

Alexander Langston died in an accident caused by a negligent laborer. Opening his eyes Alex was immediately bombarded with a fine view of green luscious botany. "What the hell just happened?" [User…. Alexander Langston will be granted Sword Sovereign System—- [Alex Hawthorn]  Age - [16]  rank - [fledgling]  Energy - [Devine] [Mana] [Qi] [Prana]  Tallent - [Sovereign]  [Stat—] "A system :D" As if to taunt the newly born transmigrator, the Aszura blue panel began to glitch and tear apart, as a dominant shade of red fiercely plastered its ominous message. Red was never a good sign.  "Why is it showing that?" [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] ….. [Unaccounted force hindering the symbiotic process] [ [Title] [Great one] is revoking the previous action]  [Sword Sovereign System (Nulled)]  "..." "what the fuck just happened?" In his former life, Alexander Langston was a coward who lived a mundane life of predictability, But now that he transmigrated into a new body... yet, it's shit. How about talent? It was equally as bad. He was now trapped in a novel he had enjoyed, which he had finished only three hours earlier. "Why did I have to transmigrate, and why this world of all places?!" The strong were revered!!! While the weak were ridiculed!!! ============================== (I'm moving so as such I won't be able to post chaps :( ) [Author] No Romance, Harem, or Fan-service here. The main character is also not an Edgelord or a Psychopath who kills people without reason. Lastly, E.