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Doctor Er Madness Combat

Murim Combat System ?

Kang Hojin, a modern-day martial arts enthusiast, awakens in the harsh and dangerous world of Murim after being transmigrated into the body of a 14-year-old orphan who perished in the wilderness. With no family, no allies, and a body ravaged by hunger, Hojin’s fate seems sealed until a mysterious system integrates into his mind. This system, reminiscent of a game interface, offers him quests, martial arts techniques, and the chance to survive and grow in this ruthless world. As Hojin embarks on his journey, he discovers the jade token clutched in his hand is no ordinary artifact. Said to be the key to a long-lost treasure, the token attracts powerful sects, ruthless clans, and shadowy organizations like the infamous Shadow Veil Sect. Each step he takes is fraught with peril, but Hojin's determination to rise above his circumstances pushes him forward. Guided by the stoic and experienced Chen Rong and meeting allies like the enigmatic swordsman Wu Jian, Hojin must navigate a world of rival sects, ancient grudges, and the ever-present threat of betrayal. Along the way, he uncovers the secrets of the jade token, gains unparalleled martial arts prowess, and discovers the true power of his system. In a land where strength reigns supreme and the weak are trampled underfoot, Kang Hojin must forge his own path to power, uncover the mysteries of the Murim, and claim his place among the legends. But as enemies close in and the shadows grow darker, one question remains: will he survive long enough to fulfill his destiny?
Izunagi · 2.1K Views

A Villainess's Redemption as a Doctor

Minseok Lee had just finished his final exam, the one he'd been studying for over the past few weeks, and it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders.  He was officially a doctor now—one of the youngest ever in his prestigious medical university.  A new chapter in his life was about to begin.  He smiled as he crossed the street, his thoughts already drifting to his future: perhaps a research position, maybe a residency abroad.  "Maybe" Then, in an instant, the world flipped. A screeching sound filled the air as a truck came barreling toward him.  He didn't even have a chance to process the impact before everything went black. - ??? - When Minseok regained consciousness, it wasn't the sterile, white lights of a hospital room that greeted him, but the dim, ornate chandeliers of a vast, foreign bedroom.  He blinked several times, groaning softly as his vision cleared.  His head felt foggy, his body uncomfortably warm, like he had just woken from a fever dream.  Slowly, he sat up, hands trembling as he adjusted the thick, luxurious sheets around him.  Something didn't feel right.  The air was heavy, charged with an unnatural tension, as he had somehow wandered into an unfamiliar world. Confused, Minseok stood, only to stumble.  His legs, not his own, felt unfamiliar beneath him. Slender and weak.  He looked down in a panic. What...? He gasped as he took in the sight of the delicate, flowing gown. An intricate dress of gold and violet silk, clinging to a body that was most certainly not his own.  Long, platinum blonde hair cascaded around him like a waterfall, framing a face with sharp, aristocratic features.  His fingers, slender and elegant, were adorned with glistening jewels, and his reflection in the mirror across the room confirmed the horrifying truth: he wasn't Minseok Lee anymore. He was someone else. Princess Seraphina Lumastra. Minseok's breath caught in his throat as fragmented memories began to surge through him. An avalanche of emotions, thoughts, and experiences that did not belong to him.  Seraphina Lumastra, a villainess in this unfamiliar world, is notorious for her cruelty, arrogance, and, worst of all, her inevitable downfall.  He had read about her tragic end at the hands of a hero she had wronged in a story he'd once skimmed for fun. But this wasn't a novel.  This was reality.  His reality.  "No..." he whispered hoarsely, his voice carrying the regal accent of a princess.  "No, no, no... How did this happen?" Panic started to consume him.  He had died.  He had to have died, right?  The truck, everything, it had to be an accident, some bizarre twist of fate.  But now, here he was, inside the body of someone who was destined for tragedy. His mind raced with thoughts.  He didn't know how or why, but somehow, he was trapped in Seraphina's life... her fate. His fate. A cold shiver ran down his spine as the reality of it all settled in.  He was a doctor, he had helped save lives.  Now he was a villainess in a kingdom teetering on the edge of war.  The future, as it had been written, was inescapable.  Seraphina's marriage was just around the corner, to a prince who would come to despise her.  Her reign as the kingdom's most feared woman would end in a bloody coup, one he might have to face sooner than he wanted. But Minseok was no longer just some passive observer in a world of stories. He had a chance.  A second life.  And somehow, he would find a way to rewrite this twisted fate.  He wouldn't let it end like that.  Not if he had any say in the matter. With a deep breath, he steadied himself.  The memory of a doctor's resolve settled in his chest, calming his panic.  No matter the body he was in, he was still Minseok Lee.  And he wasn't going to go down without a fight. Not as Princess Seraphina Lumastra. But as Minseok Lee.
Raoul_le_valentino · 11K Views

Mated to the Mad Lord

#Rated 18-Mature Themes Violet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector comes to carve a payment from her body, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district. There’s just one catch: Lord Cain permits only male servants in his house. Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything is going according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold and unwavering authority, starts to take a peculiar interest in her. Violet’s disguise becomes a prison of its own as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath cold allure lies a darkness Violet can’t ignore, a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse. A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch. ************* "TAKE IT OFF!" Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade. "My lord! I-I’m a man!" she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric. "I don't like other men!" she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully. Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. "Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!" Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "If you don’t take it off," he said, his tone low and dangerous, "I’ll rip it off myself." Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully. Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off. 'This has to work. It has to!'
Colorful_madness · 217.2K Views

The threads of Madness

[WSA Entry 2025] [Disclaimer: This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It explores the darkest aspects of humanity—where morality is shattered, and power takes its place. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. But maybe, just maybe, you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. if so Prove it.] [Synopsis]: In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this dark tapestry lies Narzan, a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a deadly game. The lands of mortals are but a fragile sanctuary, bordered by forbidden realms—the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares are born; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These realms whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape the very fabric of existence. Above it all looms the Weave of Magic, an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. It stirs ominously, its threads tangling with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish. Veythor is a man cursed by the fates, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured betrayal, torment, and death. On Earth, he was a man broken by those he trusted—betrayed by family, ruined by love, and condemned to die in despair. In his second life, he met an even crueler fate, falling prey to monsters in human form. But Thalvoria, his third life, is the cruelest of all. A vast and merciless world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages can sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the lands themselves seem to hunger for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows, and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor, battered and scarred, refuses to succumb. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he begins to weave his pain into something more dangerous. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar sharpens his will. As the balance of power begins to shift and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of a man who refuses to die? When the world itself hungers for blood, Veythor will rise—or he will drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.
Peak_Madness · 3.7K Views

Close Combat Summoner: The Way Of The Unrivaled

A once in a millennium event is currently being anticipated by all the people of Vesmir. They are outside of their own homes waiting for a special phenomen to happen. They gaze above the skies and saw the one of the two moons of their planet, slowly covered the sun. Suddenly the azure colored sky of Vesmir was hastily change its color into a dark crimson. When the sky of Vesmir became dark crimson, the people of Vesmir was amazed by the phenomenon they are seeing. After a while million of stars twinkle around the moon, slowly turning the dark crimson sky to its original azure color. Among those millions stars there were less than 0.0001.% star that shines brightly compared to the other stars. However, if you look closely as if the dark crimson sky was fighting the million of stars they get a stalemate. People then saw the second moon covered the sun. Suddenly the whole world was casted by shadow and darkness. All of the people of Vesmir suddenly felt feer and safe at the same time. Then after a while the sky returned to its original azure color because it was still in the afternoon. There is no million of stars. There is no dark crimson sky. In a old hut at the top of the mountain, an oldman with a white clothes. The oldman looks like a benevolent and you can see a white aura flickering on and off out of his body. He witness all this phenomenon at the hut's window. The catastrophe that was delayed are happening.The seal of the world are slowly weakening. That race will find this world. No, they already find it. The sacrifice that they made to hide this world from them this is lonely weakening. Alas it would still happen. Are all those sacrifice they did, are for these generation to face?" He asked weakly. No one answered. The oldman looks at his body. He saw his body was very slowly turning into dust. "I do not have much time. I need to inform the guardians of all the races about the impending storm that is coming. They need to focus to armed the new generation especially the Chosen Ones. They would be the the sword that would purge the chaos and shield that would protect it's people of this world from the chatastrophe that would happen. Those who have been sealed cannot do anything, the only solution is to train those new generation." Looking at the window, as he gaves at the sun. "The structure of the universe is gonna completely change in this era. Can this world survive?" The old man did not include the shadow in his premonitions and just bypass it. The old man stands weakly, get his walking stick then go wherever he plans to do. *** Argus Orpheus an orphan who survive from a Gate break. He lives for 10 years alone. "Argus Orpheus, Unique Class Awakener, Type: Summoner." A class that is said to be average by many. Argus was also walking a path of summoner no one has succeeded thus far. Argus awakened a power that was no being should possess. As he begins his journey, Argus slowly uncovers the truth of this mysteries about himself. Watch as Argus embarked his chaotic journey.
GoodForNothing_776 · 26.8K Views
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