Minion Illumination

Aisha's life is a stark portrait of resilience forged in the crucible of relentless adversity. A single mother of five sons, each a living testament to a man who abandoned her, she endures the ceaseless, corrosive scorn of her close-knit community. Branded a "loose woman," her reputation precedes her, isolating her in a suffocating atmosphere of judgment. Her days are punctuated not only by the whispered disapproval of her neighbors, but also by the daily struggle to provide for her children, often with meager resources. Her reflection in a cracked mirror, a constant reminder of her shattered past and the seemingly insurmountable challenges of her present, becomes a symbol of her fragmented identity. Yet, beneath the crushing weight of despair, Aisha's fierce, unwavering love for her sons acts as a defiant shield. This love fuels her quiet rebellion against the societal forces that seek to break her spirit, driving her to find strength where none seems to exist. The story delves into the profound impact of societal judgment, particularly on women, exploring the ways in which it can isolate and dehumanize. It also illuminates the indomitable strength of female resilience, highlighting the power of maternal love to transcend even the most harrowing circumstances, and ultimately, to pave a path toward a fragile, hard-won hope. Beyond the societal scorn, her life is a constant battle against poverty. Each sunrise brings the daunting task of stretching meager resources to feed and clothe her five sons. Market days become a gauntlet of haggling and bartering, where every coin is a hard-won victory. Her hands, calloused and worn, tell the story of countless hours spent washing clothes, mending garments, and tending to the small, stubborn patch of land that provides a meager supplement to their diet. The boys, ranging in age from toddler to teenager, are both her burden and her salvation. They are a constant source of worry, yet their laughter and innocent affection provide the only respite from the crushing weight of her circumstances. This daily struggle, this relentless fight for survival, becomes another layer of her resilience, a testament to her unwavering determination to protect her children.

Everyday was the same for Skullius. An Undead minion of the lowest order like him, didn’t have to find a grand purpose… other than mining mana gems for his Lich master, of course. His peers thought so. They lacked ambition. To be fair, so did he. But there was just that something that kept nagging at him. A spark that no other skeleton seemed to have. Other than being the sassy bullshitter obsessed with mana that he was, why did Skullius vaguely remember being something other than a Moronic Undead drone once? What had come before his Undeath? In the end, it was this spark that allowed our atrocious hero to escape the clutches of his evil master and reach another world. And it is in this world, chock full of dangers – most beckoned by Skullius’ abnormally horrendous luck, to be honest – that the skeleton’s journey begins. In Aigas – the new world – he prepared for the greatest getback of an age armed with a power greater than that of the Liches of Deadmanland! ...... [Author’s Answers To Popular Readers’ Questions] Q: (IHateArjuun77) -Hey author, is your book trash?- A: (Author) -Haha, screw you dear reader. The answer is NO. The story has elements of comedy, action, magic, adventure and Brutality. Like it gets really dark sometimes. There’s a comprehensive story with characters that I tried my damndest to NOT make generic on top of a cool power system that’s for the most part easy to understand. So its not trash. Q: (IFreakingHateArjuun56) -Hey author why is your first volume so slow paced and... trash?- A: (Author) -Haha. It’s how I designed the First Volume to be. It’s a fun setup that doesn’t focus on many things other than the MC’s mentality, powers and route of progression. The next volumes are normal paced, focusing on the world, the villains and general expansion but all while still retaining the book theme and fun experience- Q: (ShadeIsAPervert001) -Hey author, I instinctively sense that I’ll hate this book, when should I drop? A: (Author) -Is this the same reader?! Anyway, I’ll give a range. Read a minimum of the first 20 chapters to a max of up to chapter 44 before you decide on anything too rash. I’ll hunt down this reader! --- Discord: [ https://discord.gg/8hcraTjzE9 ]

(key elements of this book: supernatural abilities, kingdom building, friendship, territory and people management, slight romance but nothing crazy) Skye’s eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light of a sun peaking through the sticks that didn’t burn his skin in an instant. The wind blowing between the trees carried no sand or toxins in their breeze. The floating orb above him spoke bluntly yet Skye paid him no mind. It’s words a mumbled mix of nonsense, Skye struggled to latch on to anything important. Something about their god dying, needing to form a team, building a society that can withstand the others. Blah blah blah. It was too early to hear it all again. Skye groaned and detatched himself from the roots connected to his nervous system. The energy they helped him absorb over night was going to be put to good use. He pushed himself up and grabbed Thorn, his trusted spear, and opened the makeshift door to his tent, letting the fresh air rush in. Stepping out he said “Alright. Another day of trying to survive and not becoming dinner for some weird flat face freak.” He gave his body a stretch with his spear raised above his head with both hands, feeling a pop in his back from sleeping on the ground. “Oph, and maybe find something softer to sleep on.” His minions danced along with his words. their petals fluttering in agreement. The bodies of a few monsters with chunks blown out of their sides lay scattered around them. Today was going to be a good day.

The Ryvetsky family was a noble family. After the new Emperor's reign, His Majesty Krillien Lorenz von Hachler stripped them of their noble status, leaving Meredith to ruin. Her plans to marry the second prince, to live a life of luxury, married and with children, all gone. Crawling back to the palace, asking the new emperor to be his wife. Unbeknownst to her, Meredith may have chosen a life far worse than she could have imagined. After all, she is the Tyrant's Wife. ~~~~~~~~ “Did you wish to marry my brother?” Krillien asked, hesitant and unsure to have asked. But he wanted to know. Even if it meant his married life with Meredith wasn’t supposed to be his in the first place. Meredith glanced up, looking at his ruby eyes glimmering against the dark night, the candle he held illuminating them so beautifully. “Not anymore, no.”

A useless prince, yet brimming with kindness and compassion—his smile as warm as sunlight, illuminating this darkened era. But that was merely a mask, hiding the poisonous and mad nature beneath. A monster lurking behind a gentle shell. A system that feeds on stolen Heroines. He will outplay destiny—and rise as the world’s ultimate villain.

For millennia, humans have been researching the mysteries of the soul. Is it a wisp of energy presenting our soul, or is it simply a consequence of the brain's complex machinery? Does it still exist beyond the veil of death, or does it burn out like a used candle? Throughout history, countless bright minds have theorised, argued, and even committed their lives to answering these deep problems, only to provide inconclusive findings. From philosophical treatises to religious teachings, scientific enquiries to esoteric beliefs, humanity has proposed a plethora of theories to explain the soul's nature and destiny. But none have produced a generally accepted or verified explanation. However, in a truly hilarious twist of fate, one unsuspecting human was about to be hurled into a trip to confront these very riddles, not by choice or intellectual pursuit, but simply because his own extremely unusual fate requires it that his path will inadvertently illuminate the journey for many that will come after him. [Author Note: This story contains a lot of profanity and possibly several scenes unsuitable for children under 18. Please read at your own risk.]

The seasoned player of "Abyss of Stars," the [Starfall Master] Li Zi, brings a system template and travels to the game's world, arriving in the era of the game's beta version. This is the worst of times. The cosmic forces and conglomerates collude, causing the doors to the universe to be closed, the planet's resources to be exhausted, and even sunlight to be monopolized. This is also the best of times. All the extraordinary systems are just beginning. In this era, he is the only [Starfall Master] with the final version patch. While people are enthralled by the smoke of plasma guns and cannons, Li Zi has already torn apart battleships with gravity. While superhumans are smug about their awakened abilities, moonlight has already become Li Zi's servant. While the interstellar fleet crosses the Milky Way, Li Zi has just ignited the forty-second star, illuminating the entire universe. "People have been trapped on the ground for too long; they've forgotten that this starry sky should belong to all of us." —Facing the unspeakable aboriginal evil gods, Li Zi, holding a black hole, gently said.

Half a century has passed since the fall of Wi, the nation of the Celestial Scions, once blessed by the divine entity Sahngjon. On Birahng, a remote island untouched by the swords of the new dynasty, Dahn, the last two scions of Wi and their loyal followers lie in wait, their hopes clinging to an ancient prophecy. Finally, the crimson star foretold in the prophecy appears, igniting a fire of ambition in the hearts of the two scions. Meanwhile, in the Dahn kingdom, the king, alarmed by the growing unrest among his people, dispatches his ambitious third child, Kyeong'ui, to Birahng, the island where the crimson star has descended. Amidst a clash of desires and destinies, the crimson star hangs in the balance. Whose path will it illuminate?

Pixel Dreams, Real Code In a world where digital entertainment reigns supreme, college freshman **Ethan** dreams of making games that resonate, that truly connect with players on a deeper level. But as a lone indie developer in his cramped dorm room, armed with a clunky old PC and a mountain of student debt, his ambitions seem like an impossible fantasy. That is, until he stumbles upon the **ADJ System**, an enigmatic that promises to be his ultimate partner in creation. The ADJ System isn't magic; it doesn't write code or conjure art from thin air. Instead, it's a meticulously crafted **Assistant for Development and Gaming**, offering unparalleled **insight into player trends**, pinpointing **hidden inefficiencies in his code and design**, and even identifying **undiscovered talent** among his peers. With the ADJ's analytical prowess, Ethan gains a powerful edge, allowing him to see the hidden potential in forgotten genres, optimize his development process with surgical precision, and understand player feedback like no one else. From humble beginnings designing charmingly buggy simulation games, Ethan faces the real-world grind: debugging lines of spaghetti code, wrestling with stubborn texture exports, battling frustrating lag, and striving for pixel-perfect optimization. Each crash, every piece of critical feedback, and every late-night coding session becomes a vital lesson. With every challenge, the ADJ guides him, not by giving answers, but by illuminating the path to his own solutions. This isn't a tale of an overnight sensation or a chosen hero. It's the raw, authentic journey of a regular student pouring his heart and soul into his passion. It's about the quiet grind, the thrill of discovery, and the profound satisfaction of transforming digital dreams into tangible experiences. Can Ethan, armed with his fierce dedication and a system built on insight, truly forge a path to greatness and leave his mark on the vast landscape of gaming?

In this magic-suffused land, a girl had been forgotten by the world in a quiet corner. Clad in black, solitary as a weed pushing through stone cracks, she’d endured eighteen harsh winters and summers—lonely, stubborn, unseen. No one knew her true name. To them, she was only "Blackie": the magicless one, the world's outsider. On her eighteenth year, a thread of dark mana, unlike anything before, stirred within her. Like lightning cleaving through a chaotic dream, it illuminated her path in an instant. Calm shattered—pursuit by black-clad figures erupted at the station, the gates of a prestigious magic academy swung open unexpectedly, and figures cloaked in secrets stepped into the dim light of her existence. From overlooked dust to the storm's eye… Her magic adventure was quietly beginning. "Take my mother's surname, Vane. So call me... Ellis Vane." The girl reached for the quill, its tip trailing shards of starlight in the twilight.

A former dungeon boss, once feared across the land, seeks a peaceful life after centuries of managing minions, traps, and treasure. Now living in a remote town disguised as an ordinary human, he dedicates himself to raising his adopted human daughter, Lila. However, her adventurous spirit and determination to become a hero keep pulling him back into the dangerous world he left behind. To protect her, he secretly uses his dungeon-master skills to manipulate their quests and ensure her safety, all while trying to keep his true identity hidden.

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.

Amidst the haunting tableau of crumbled ruins, humanity's extinction, and the scent of decay, a humanoid android, accompanied by his artificial intelligence, is tasked with traversing epochs and destinies across the vast expanse of time and space. Through the tales of lives embraced by love, shattered by suffering, and illuminated by fleeting moments of hope, the interplay of light and shadow in their world forms an intricate dance of existence's deepest nuances. "The Soul of Humanity" is a long and descriptive novel, macabre scenes and epic battles, that spans between past and future, exploring the light and darkness, delving into the intricate complexity of the human soul, and pondering the timeless significance of existence. *We recommend reading the story in English for a better understanding.*

Twenty years after the war between the elven kingdom and the fairy kingdom, Mike is summoned by the King of the illuminated kingdom for a rescue in the elven kingdom. But the mission becomes a constant struggle, and the discovery of the truth about his own origin.

A Captain from the Braliou Mercenary Company is escorting a merchant and his baggage across the Kingdom of Miraos alongside his colleagues - until they are ambushed by the Witch of Kambriv's men. Under orders from his superiors he heads an investigation and assassination of the Witch alongside some of the famed Pavyslavist Knights. They venture deep within hostile territory and fight their way toward the Witches capital, and eventually, find her and her minions - who aren't who they seem to be. Ivrolec is thrown into the deep end of a political fracturing wrought from his father's incompetence, with naught but sons and daughters to pick up the pieces.

In a world where Humans and Robots are at war with each other. The Hero's Party(five heroes each with their own party members) rises up whenever Mecha Lord and their four guardians become too powerful. Cami, a rather unique member of the two man party led by Reva fought and defeated the Southern Guardian. However, shortly after doing so, it revealed that the everything she knew or thought she knew about the world was a lie. The Hero's Party actually collects those that could have been become heroes or their bloodline at some point possibly give birth to one. Should the Heroes win they merely become the Mecha Lord and/or one the Four Guardians themselves. Then the remaining living party members just get roboticized into minions of next generations Mecha Lord and Four Guardians(the outcome is the same if the Hero loses). Reva who has at some point become aware of the cycle of just got bored of living as either. Nothing he did to break the cycle had worked thus decided to just exist within it. The Southern Guardian is considered the weakest one 7 out 10 times thus overlooked and goes the longest without being attacked. Things do not go as planned and when he awakens next, Cami is now his overly loyal subordinate who has together with another recently roboticized girl who desires to serve him have roped her entire village. One that sprung up in the remains of his territory years after the South Guardian and even the Mech Lord has somehow become mere legends. They managed to convince everyone in the village to become his minions serving him as his subordinates. Discord: https://discord.gg/42pKx9Bthf

In the late 18—s, two lifelong friends—bound through school, college, and every triumph and heartbreak in between—are torn apart by a cruel illness. As his health wanes and hope flickers, the dying man entrusts his closest companion with a sealed packet: “If I recover, return it. If I perish, burn it unread.” Years pass. First the friend, then his widow, vanishes from this world, and the packet is all but forgotten—until one day, in search of legal papers, the executor stumbles upon it once more. Compelled by duty and curiosity, he unlocks the parcel and discovers an extraordinary manuscript. Within its pages lies a raw, unvarnished account of love, betrayal, and the darkest corners of the human mind—annotated in the margins with real names, now erased. Guarding his friend’s privacy yet convinced of the story’s worth, the executor destroys the sole original and transcribes the text. He publishes it only after stripping every identifying mark, honoring his late friend’s wish for secrecy while illuminating a hidden chapter of human psychology—an intimate testament that no longer belongs to one man alone. ********** Please Support Me by buying this whole Book At Aus $ 10, https://ko-fi.com/s/912fbd51e4 I would really appreciate your support. Thank You. ***** Please subscribe to my Youtube Channel and support me, https://www.youtube.com/@OtakuFictionTales/shorts ****** Join Me on Discord : https://discord.com/invite/cnnMq3te

After Earth collapses into dimensional entropy, billions of people are scattered across broken worlds and forced into a brutal survival game known only as the Shattered Trial. Each player gains a random class. Most wield magic, swords, or elemental power. But Iden Virel, a former engineering student, is given something else. A black ring. A broken interface. And the command: [SUMMON: Skeleton – Worker Class] With a system unlike any other, Iden can summon and assign skeletal minions to tasks—miners, scouts, warriors, mages, builders, and more. These skeletal followers don’t sleep, don’t eat, and never stop improving. The longer they work, the smarter they get. Together with his sister Rael—a rare Sanctum Channeler who can empower and evolve allies—Iden must lead his growing skeletal force through monster-infested zones, hostile player factions, and ancient ruins... all while preparing for the apocalyptic battle known as the Final Judgment. In this world, only one law remains: Build. Adapt. Conquer. Or be erased.

A young British child, Frederick, who was adopted by Portuguese sailors finds himself struggling for survival on the shores of West Africa. He soon discovered that the lands he found himself in were troubled by the aura of ancient cosmic darkness, Okunkun, that instilled hate against the indigenes of Africa in other races as their punishment for banishing it from its reign on the world. The remnants of Okunkun’s minions, Egbe Okunkun, commence a plot to bring back their glory days by attacking the Olodumare Festival, an iconic festival celebrated between the Yorubas, Igbos and Hausa in honour of their historic victory against Okunkun. Yet to recover from the shock of the attack, a mystical war broke out between the deities of Olodumare and the ancient Benin Kingdom when their spy, Warewa, discovered a secret slave trade allegiance between the Benin Kingdom, and Prince Henry the Navigator, son of a Portuguese Monarch, with Egbe Okunkun at the heart of it. Frederick gets caught in an unimaginable battle between the deities of Olodumare who swore to protect their people from Okunkun’s hate, the Benin kingdom, and Egbe Okunkun. Buoyed by their duty to prevent hate from destroying their land, the deities of Olodumare made it their duty to ensure that people from the outside world had no access to their lands. When Frederick’s presence on their land became known to them at the end of the battle, they were torn between letting him live, being a child, and the fear that he would succumb to the hate of Okunkun and be a danger to them all. Frederick builds a bond with the son of a powerful deity, Ifaromi who was convinced of his innocence and will for good. All hell broke loose when the plot of Egbe Okunkun bore fruit and the very darkness they sought to protect themselves against threatened to rise once more with Frederick at the heart of it all.

Dangerous obsession Themes: hate love, obsessions,greed betrayal,sex, secrets high school , bad boy good boy and many more Don't miss out SYNOPSIS Have you ever heard of a girl who is a nymphomaniac but still a virgin?? That is Emma a for you.a 19 years old girl who lives her with her mom Actually she attending the high school she hate the most " SPECTRUM ACADEMY" which motto is Said to be : Empowering minds, illuminating future: But the crazy ass student formed it to.... (Sorry Not gonna reveal ) This school thrives with rich spoilt brat which is rumors that no student is innocence......most girls or anything feminine have been fucked by Red a proud egocentric heart breaker, sex addict and also Emma's worst enemy He's rich and have everything he ever wanted, but everything tho Will Red and Emma later fall in love or will they Hate each other for eternity.

A ramen cart mysteriously appears after midnight, seemingly out of nowhere. It waits in the silent darkness, illuminated only by its glowing paper lanterns that cast a warm light across the night. A bowl of ramen rests on the cart's bar, its sweet, inviting aroma beckoning you closer. Should you choose to accept its invitation, you will experience the most amazing bowl of ramen you have ever had, accompanied by the company of the Kimono Man who prepared it for you. He takes great satisfaction in watching your expression as you enjoy your meal, with a smile on his face...

What would happen if a hardcore, gamer fan with more balls than brains gets reincarnated into a dungeon core and is able to summon them as his minions? What would happen if this new world has not encountered such beings before? But he is not alone, his crazy and thirsty friends Eleanor & Alexis were born along with him. Find out in this story of a three dungeon cores!

abandoned by his home. A prophecy that decides his fate. Adopted son of the Lich king. Join Morte on his journey as he grows in power and learns how to wield magic and discover what secret his adopted father is hiding. Does he truly wish the best for Morte or is he just another minion to him. Where is his true Father? As a Archmsge why couldn’t he protect his family. Read and find out!

Across the sprawling continents and mystic seas of Aereth, great wars rage, thrones rise and fall, and heroes etch their names into history. But beyond these grand chronicles lie the untold tales hidden in the cracks of the world Aereth: Hidden Tales is a collection of such stories, illuminating the quiet courage, dark sacrifices, and ancient magicks that shape the world from the margins. It explores the soul of Aereth not through kings, but through those who live and die in the silence between history’s thunderclaps.

Translator: Shayan Author: Flaming Fortress Official Version: In the pitch-black, deathly silence of the Eternal Night, only one flame remained to protect humanity. I raised it high and blew on it with all my might, blowing and blowing, desperate to make it burn brighter—bright enough to illuminate everything. I'm sorry. I blew it out. Informal Version: Having prepared to save the world only to be killed by my Master's palm strike, I woke up and immediately discovered two secrets: the death world was infested with monsters, and I had to run immediately. . . (TN: This novel has one of the best power systems I've seen anywhere! cultivation, magic, sci-fi, voodoo, cards and way more! The way everything has been put together really stands out from anything I've read so far. And everything is connected from the first chapter to the last.)

In the realm where shadows entwine with fate, a cursed man carries the weight of an ancient curse. A demonic entity and a primal werewolf locked in a sinister dance within his soul. As the blood moon rises, he faces a relentless cycle of resurrection, destined to break the unholy union or succumb to the machinations of a malevolent force vying for a throne. But he is not alone in his struggle. The demon prince, and the alpha of the Ebony Pack, hunt him relentlessly, seeking to exploit the curse for their own sinister purposes. The demon prince, with his legion of dark minions, and the Alpha, with her pack of ruthless werewolves, will stop at nothing to claim the throne of the supernatural realm. "Moonlit Convergence" invites you into a world where time is a merciless adversary and the line between savior and usurper blurs under the haunting glow of the blood moon. Join our protagonist on an odyssey through lifetimes, as hope flickers amid the darkness, and the struggle for redemption unfolds in the celestial dance of destiny and despair. Can he outrun his pursuers and break the curse, or will he succumb to the forces of darkness and perpetuate the cycle of evil?

In the year 2030, a light sweeps across the entire earth, and humans are now transported to a new world. Among them, a mysterious boy surrounded by blood and a cheerful girl illuminated by light. On a bloody journey that will forever change the destiny of everything that was, is and will be in all dimensions. .... Author: I'm a beginner writer and I'll publish one cap a day for now, wait for the progress of this exciting story

The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim glow of my laptop screen. My eyes burned from hours of reading, but I refused to stop—after all, tonight was the night. The final chapter. The grand conclusion of Sovereign Ascension. I had spent years following the protagonist’s journey. Watching him grow from a nobody to a god-like figure. Fighting through war and killing even gods. Collecting powerful artifacts, rare bloodlines, divine blessings, and, of course, the most beautiful women imaginable. Yet, as I read the final pages, my fingers curled into fists. “…No way.” I scrolled back up, reading the last few paragraphs again. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The so-called “Final Battle” was a joke. After hundreds of chapters of buildup, after overcoming impossible odds, after being handed every possible advantage… the protagonist lost. And not just any loss—he died in the stupidest, most ridiculous way possible. A trap. Not a god-tier strategy. Not an overwhelming enemy. Not some cosmic revelation. No. He walked right into a trap that even a child could have avoided. “Are you stupid!?” I yelled at my screen, my voice echoing in the silence of my room. “You had every opportunity! You had everything! How did you mess this up!?” I buried my face in my hands, groaning. And the ending… Oh, the ending. Instead of some great twist, some world-shattering revelation… it was a rushed epilogue about how the world moved on. The protagonist’s harem of goddesses, princesses, and saints just cried for a while before moving on with their lives. And the worst part? The guy had never even treated them right! All those beautiful women, and the only thing he ever thought about was sex! No genuine relationships, no emotional depth—just a walking cliché with zero personality, how the hell does someone write something this stupid , no relationship building nothing. “How is that fair!?” I grumbled, rubbing my temples. “If I had his talents, his luck, his damn plot armor, I’d have done a thousand times better than that idiot.” "Fuck this novel and the stupid protagnaist" I sighed, closing my laptop. It wasn’t worth getting so worked up over a novel. Still, I couldn’t shake the frustration. “…If I was in that world, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes, I made in this life.” With that final thought, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion taking over.

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Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]