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Geometric Mage: First Spell, Circle

Hey guys, if you Like the novel, do not forget to follow me on Instagram. All the characters of the novel are there. Would you like to see Torren's appearance? Go there! IG: geometric_mage --- “Hey monster, you're not ready for this blow, but I don't give a shit!!” said Lian as he drew a circle inside another circle in his mind. Then, a few seconds later, a fireball as big as a house hit a monster just over 4 meters tall... It was a waste of resources, but it was damn fun! “BOOM!!!” he said as the fireball reached the monster, covering it entirely. The excitement on his face was palpable as his clothes and hair fluttered from the power generated by the impact. [Accuracy: 97%] “Tsk, it's really hard to achieve 100% accuracy when casting spells... that just means I have to do better!” Meanwhile, the monster and the entire area around him was destroyed. The crater was huge, flames burned the ground, and ash mixed with dust covered the air. --- In a world full of Gates, Mages and Knights work together to defend humanity from extinction Lian, a boy from a small town, awakens a very... unique system. Casting spells by drawing strange shapes in his mind had become normal for him by now. Thanks to the system, he had become a Mage, a human capable of using mana to cast spells. Facing monsters from the Gates had become routine. Studying magic was a pastime. After all, he had the System, he didn't need to study classical magic. Or maybe not...
Giuseppe_Marcucci · 18.1K Views

Reawakening: SSS-Rank Villain’s POV

[Warning!!! Contains Explicit Scenes, extreme gore, heart-pounding fight scenes, and an extremely combat loving MC!] Two millennials ago, Earth underwent an earth-shattering change. The gods were slaughtered by an unknown terrifying existence, and their potent blood spilled through the entire solar system, corrupting all life on various planets along with Earth. As a last resort, the gods created the Galactic Tower. Their inheritances, strength, and relics were placed as rewards for those who cleared each floor, proving themselves worthy. … Lucian Morningster, the golden boy of the city. He had a perfect life, had the prettiest girl, a good best friend and a very bright future. However, everything changed when he awakened an F-rank talent instead of the expected S-rank talent. “It must be a mistake?” “See? I told you he would awaken a trash talent.” “All that potential, for an F-ranker?” His girlfriend who awakened a C-rank talent, “What a waste, Lucian. My father took you in for nothing!” His best-friend who awakened an A-rank talent, “You know, seeing you so weak and vulnerable is kind of refreshing. She always hated your endless confidence, so do I. It’s no wonder she comes to me after being done with you.” Lucian, who was respected and envied now turned to a joke to the entire school and town. “Boom!” Those who he called friends attacked him, leaving him for dead in the Galactic Tower. … [Ding!] [Congratulations! 100,000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Self Regeneration (F-Rank) has evolved into Extreme Ungodly Regeneration (SSS-Rank)!] ──────────────────────── [Ungodly Regeneration] ▪ Class Rank: SSS ▪ Class Perk: — +∞% Vitality | x300% Mana (SSS) ▪ Class Skills: ➤ (SSS) Ungodly Regeneration: Instantly regenerates from any injury. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Shadow: Use your blood to awaken a blood shadow of slain enemies. [Upgradable] ➤ (SSS) Blood Extraction: Absorb the blood of the dead to gain random stat enhancements. [Upgradable] ────────────────── [Rerolling Standard Combat Spear...] [1,876x Reroll has been triggered!] [Standard Combat Spear → Blood Shadow Devourer(Legendary)] ──────────────────────── [Rerolling Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Mana Sorage Necklace[Bronze-grade)→Celestial Essence Amulet (Mythic-grade)] ──────────────── [Rerolling Tresure Chest[Bronze-grade).] [5000x Reroll has been triggered!] [Treaure Chest[Bronze-grade)→Treasure Chest (Mythic-grade)] ••• While others spend their entire lives fighting for Mythical items, Lucian only had to reroll a common item into a mythical item. Equipping Hos Blood Shafows with Mythical grade armor and weapons, Lucian rose through the Tower with an unstoppable force. At the pinnacle, he looked down on the world with disdain. Some say with extraordinary powers, comes extraordinary responsibilities. Lucian: “Fvck that! I just want vengeance!” Extra Tags: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the crazy path.. democracy is yours!)
RagingArtPunk · 1.3M Views

Cultivation starts with picking up attributes

Tian Shen was your average unordinary guy—living a monotonous life. One day, fate (or rather, Truck-kun) decided to grant his wish… by sending him flying into another world at 120 km/h. When he woke up again, he found himself in the body of an outer disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. His talent? Nonexistent. His reputation? Of a molester’s. Just when he thought he was doomed to be cannon fodder, a golden screen appeared before him. 『Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have activated the Attribute System.』 『Congrats host, you killed 5th stage of body refining realm cultivator and gained Qi points ×30.』 『Congrats host, you killed 1th stage of Qi refining realm cultivator and gained Luck points ×80.』 『Absorbed white Attribute orb, gained 1-star sword.』 『Absorbed golden Attribute orb, gained divine Artifact.』 Tian Shen: “…Huh?” Armed with his new system, Tian Shen embarks on a ridiculous journey—casually strolling through battlefields to collect fallen attributes, dodging cultivation technique manuals (which drop on his head), and even trolling young masters into fighting just to farm their stats. But as he levels up in the most absurd way possible, he soon realizes… is he cheating too much? Because now, heavenly tribulations, ancient sects, and hidden experts are all eyeing him. Tian Shen: I am favored by the AUTHOR of this book, you lots can't even handle my shoes. *Rumble**Crackle* Again Tian Shen: I-i was just joking, don't take it seriously. **BOOM**
Ryuma_sama · 224.3K Views

isekai Game Over mi vida cambió con un BOOM!

Morir por una consola que explota en tu cara no es la muerte más digna. Renji Sakamoto, un gamer adicto y antisocial, muere de la manera más absurda que se pueda imaginar: cuando su consola de videojuegos explota mientras intentaba conquistar un imperio en su juego favorito. Sin instrucciones, sin tutorial y sin advertencias, despierta en un mundo de fantasía... dentro del cuerpo de una joven de 14 años: la Séptima Princesa del Imperio, hija de una concubina de bajo rango, sin poder, sin influencia y con una clase mediocre. Arquero. Clase común. Débil. Irrelevante. Ignorada por la Reina, despreciada por la corte y completamente ajena a los juegos de intrigas políticas, recibe un "regalo" envenenado: un título de Baronesa Menor y la administración de un pequeño y olvidado pueblo en los confines del imperio, básicamente un exilio disfrazado de misericordia. Pero lo que la nobleza no sabe... Es que, aunque este mundo no es un juego... Él sí es un jugador. Y si le han dado un tablero, un sistema de clases y estadísticas, entonces... va a jugar. ¿Podrá una princesa desechada, con una clase de arquero y cero apoyo político, cambiar su destino, construir su propio poder y enfrentarse a un imperio que la dio por muerta desde el primer día? Una historia de supervivencia, crecimiento, estrategia y una pizca de venganza comienza aquí. "Si me botan como basura... entonces les demostraré lo que la basura puede hacer." ---
Mauricio_Martinez_1091 · 956 Views

Hero Party's Villain: What's the Point If Heroines Are Not Broken?

There’s a trend infecting stories lately—all because of boys reading these stories rather than men. Villains who think being "dark" means having dead eyes, a tragic past, and a dick that solves all problems. They get betrayed once, and suddenly it's their life's mission to destroy the world—or worse, emotionally blackmail heroines in the name of “revenge.” Slap on a black coat, stare at walls, say something like "love is weakness"—and boom, readers start calling them “deep.” But let’s be honest: > They’re not villains. They’re just edgy losers with a god complex and a hard-on trying to satisfy the inferiority of their readers. Some of them turn so cold, they forget why they started. Others get so lust-drunk, they think sleeping with a heroine is “domination.” That making her cry is “control.” They think power is measured by how many women they can ruin. But really? > They’re just boys trying to look like men. Just like their followers who are the boys who hide their masculinity inside a woman's virginity. They go around in the review section asking if the women of the main character would be stolen and all... giving it fantasy names like NTR and all nonsense. As if they want to scream their fear out. "Please don't, I hate it... because I am a gay who doesn't even have the confidence that my woman will remember me once she gets someone better...." one of the loser’s internal thoughts. They don't want their puny hearts to be crushed. Their masculinity is so weak that it crumbles the moment they think about some other man having the women they love and her forgetting those boys for the men. And they just project that weakness of themselves in their main characters, thinking that just like them, their main characters should be weak, should be a fantasy monger who hoards women like trying to hide the incapabilities of those followers who never in their life would have held a hand of a woman. Harem has now become a way to satisfy weak audiences who feel more women mean more security for their hearts. Forgetting that Harem in truth means the masculinity is so HUGE that it needs an ocean of FEMININE to hold. Tch, not like the boys with breakups and fear of being cucked will ever realize. They treat fantasy as escape and character as their way to feel that they are men. So, naturally, to have such a huge amount of followers, authors are forced to pour the density of such books holding such weak characters in the form of the cold MC who collects harem, manipulates one or two, fucks around, and finally satisfies readers until they feel bored and drop the book.... Because to those followers, they themselves realize in the long run that the story isn't satisfying even if the villain is the same cruel man. So why? Simply because they were until now reading kind boys wearing the mask of a man, and acting as a villain. Their MC, just like them, doesn't even know themselves, their needs, and what their inner soul wants... not understanding that... Fucking a woman doesn't make you her god. Breaking her spirit doesn't make you a king. And calling yourself a villain just because you were too weak to heal? That’s not power—that’s coping. And for followers—that's doping. Real villains? They don’t whine. They don’t treat women like checkboxes or trophies. They don’t mistake lust for legacy. > They don’t need to act cruel. They are cruel. Calm. Focused. Dangerous in silence. They don’t need to chase power—they embody it. This story isn’t about a guy who gets played and suddenly thinks he’s entitled to vengeance sex. This is about a villain who doesn’t.... Ah, screw this shit. Just read the story already!
A4KL · 14.5K Views

Martial Union

The drums of war thundered across the plains of the Wan Shui Empire. At the forefront stood a lone figure draped in silver armor, his crimson cloak dancing with the wind. His gaze, sharp as a dragon’s claw, swept across the battlefield. His name was Huan Bai — the War Demon, the youngest divine general in the empire’s history. At fifteen, he had silenced rebel cities. At twenty-two, he led men against beasts that tore mountains apart. At twenty-seven, he ascended to the rank of Divine General, one of only three in the entire empire. His name was etched in legends, sung by poets and feared by kings. But even war gods have hearts. In a rare moment of peace, the general crossed paths with Wu Hua, the flower of the Xiantian Sect. Graceful, serene, and unshaken even by his terrifying presence. Love, unexpected and fierce, bloomed like wildfire. They married in the spring, where cherry blossoms rained like snow. On his thirty-second birthday, the war demon smiled brighter than ever before. His son, Li Bai, was born under a sky filled with stars, as if the heavens themselves bowed in blessing. But fate, as always, was cruel. In the same year, during a border negotiation with the Tiansha Empire, General Huan Bai was betrayed and captured. His soldiers returned without him. His armor, broken. His spear, snapped. His fate — unknown. And as if destiny wasn’t yet done, Wu Hua vanished days later. No body, no trace. Only silence. The empire grieved its war god. But not all shared in the sorrow. Young Li Bai, now the son of a "fallen hero" and a "runaway woman," grew under the weight of whispers and cruel laughter. “A cursed child,” they called him. “The disgrace of a vanished bloodline.” But in the stillness of rejection, something stirred. On the eve of his seventh birthday, when the cold moon was high and dreams were thin, Li Bai sat alone in the courtyard of the orphaned manor. No one celebrated. No one remembered. And then — boom. A sudden pulse. The earth trembled. The stars above flickered strangely, as if acknowledging a forgotten truth. From within Li Bai’s core, a spiraling path of light and darkness emerged. It did not follow the known elements. It was not fire, not wind, not sword, not beast. It was something much more mysterious..... Unseen by all, the world had changed. The spirit child had awakened.
Ozoth · 3.5K Views

Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

"Now you see?" she shouted in a tone that was somewhere between annoyance and disappointment. "You can’t outsmart Scrients! They’re the most intelligent beings across the two realms!" "You’re right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a solemn sigh. "I made a mistake. I was arrogant to think a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "...Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I’m not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait! You can’t. I killed them all." --- My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid and pointless scuffle. And in the middle of it, I tripped and smacked my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in… Memories of a different life. Memories of another world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First: I was inside a game I used to play in my past life. Second: I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool, mysterious, tragic kind either! No, I was the worst kind of cliché — a spoiled, insufferable, and arrogant young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. You know the type! The one everyone hates. The one the hero would beat into the ground to show everyone just how strong and righteous he is. Yeah. I was that guy! My fate was to be a stepping stone for the main characters, be manipulated by a Demon Prince, and die a dog's death. And the hero? The hero was the same kid I’d been bullying all this time. The one I just got into a fight with. He was supposed to be the savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And waiting at the end of it all was the final antagonist. The unbeatable nightmare. …The Spirit King. But could I even make it to the end? Could I really survive in a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that had now become my reality? “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could. But I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, altering the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains long before they could become threats — nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected by my actions? Excellent! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me. My survival. My life. My choices. “I’ll live this life with no regrets.” ...But as I soon discovered, fate wasn't so easily changed. And the price of rewriting your destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR
The_One_Who_Was · 1.8M Views

Crônicas de uma Anomalia Multiversal

Saca a Amélia. Ela é um bug. Mas não um bug de sistema, tipo, tela azul. Um bug na própria realidade. Pensa num "ops, erramos no projeto" cósmico dos pais dela, e boom: nasceu um GPS multiversal com TDAH nível hard. O superpoder dela? Viajar pra qualquer canto do universo só no poder da mente. O problema? A mente dela é um caos. Se ela tá lá, pensando "uau, queria ver uma estrela nascer" e ao mesmo tempo bate aquela vontade de comer batata frita... ela não vai pra uma nebulosa. Óbvio que não. Ela vai parar num planeta feito de batata palito. E, sei lá, acaba ofendendo o Rei Batata e sua corte crocante. Deu ruim. Acontece. Pra aguentar o tranco, seu único parceiro de rolê é o Zig-Zag. Pensa numa IA que é um mix de demônio com coach de vida que faliu, tudo isso socado num Tamagotchi todo ferrado que ela usa de chaveiro. Os conselhos dele são basicamente "CORRE!" ou "EXPLODE AQUILO!". Spoiler: quase nunca funciona. Como se não bastasse, a simples existência dela é o alarme de incêndio do universo berrando sem parar. E quem apareceu pra resolver a "pane no sistema"? Dr. Qwakthulhu. Um pato. Sim, um pato. Mas um pato metafísico, todo-poderoso, de óculos e com a paciência de quem passou o dia carimbando papel. A missão dele é bem simples: achar o bug — oi, Amélia — e dar um Ctrl+Alt+Del na existência dela. Então, agora a nossa Miss Paradoxo tá numa fuga desesperada, não só do pato cósmico, mas principalmente das suas próprias ideias de jerico. Se ela vai achar um propósito maior? Salvar o universo? Olha... provavelmente não. Mas vai ser muito, MUITO divertido ver o estrago que ela faz no caminho.
CodexWeaver · 195 Views

Fell’s Hidden Spin

Synopsis: The stadium roars with energy as the crowd cheers, a sea of faces all focused on one person—Fellicita. The undefeated champion. A storm in human form, her every spin an explosion of power, speed, and heart. She isn’t just a blader—she’s the force that electrifies the arena, the girl who lives for the thrill of the battle. But then—*a crash*. A freak accident. The sharp bite of metal as it spirals off course, and *boom*—Fellicita’s heart is pierced, literally and figuratively. Time slows. The air is thick with tension as she staggers, clutching her chest, feeling the cold sting of blood. The match is still going on, but everything else fades into the background. She won. But the victory feels hollow. Moments later, Fellicita is lying in a hospital bed, the sterile white walls pressing in on her. Pain radiates through her chest, but it’s the ache in her soul that burns deeper. The storm inside her is far from over—it’s just been muffled. She has to decide: step back and disappear, or keep fighting, risking everything all over again. She chooses to disappear. Enter "Felix". A quiet smile, a hoodie, a new life in a city where no one knows her name. No more tournaments. No more crowds. No more spinning blades—just the space she needs to heal, to breathe, and to find herself again. But the storm? It hasn’t gone anywhere. In this new life, Felix isn’t just hiding—he’s living. With every challenge, he spins with the same fiery spirit that once captivated millions. He doesn’t need a Beyblade to show his strength. He doesn’t need the cheers of a crowd to remind him of who he is. The greatest battles don’t happen in the ring. They happen "after" the final spin. "The fiercest storms don’t make noise—they return in silence.”
F_TheStorm · 2.6K Views

Heart of Mer'Valka

Time’s broken. Like actually broken. Not just “oops, we messed something up.” I mean timelines are crashing into each other, and reality is glitching like it’s stuck on a scratched CD from 2003. If that even makes sense anymore. Monster if we can even call it that, are pouring out disrupting the peace of the realm. Six guardians. Not chosen. Not ready. Just... stuck. Thrown together with no warning, no real plan, and barely enough patience to not strangle each other. They have to fight this monsters that are indestructible altogether keeping time from crumbling. It all started with the crack in the Hearthstone. One little fracture and then boom everything unraveled. The past? It’s not staying where it’s supposed to. The present? Confused. The future? Probably dead. They’re supposed to fix it. Fix time. Yeah, no pressure. And it’s not just “run around and close the rift.” Because the deeper they get, the messier it all becomes. There are secrets none of them want to say out loud. Betrayals that haven’t even happened yet but still somehow already hurt. Love that might not survive this. Hate that probably will. And the worst part? The balance between realms? The thing everyone thought was keeping the world in check? Fake. It was never real. Just a story to keep people calm. Now everything’s falling apart. Fast. And time? Time doesn’t care if they’re tired or scared or unprepared, It’s not waiting. So yeah, buckle in. Or don’t. This is a wild, reckless, probably doomed ride through timelines, trials, and way too many truths. Every second counts. Even the ones they wish they could take back.
Cassie_Berry_9014 · 12.4K Views

The Heavenly Miss Xiulan (Who Is Most Definitely Not a Boy)

In the 3,476th year of the Celestial Calendar, the Heavenly Emperor—whose divinity was rivaled only by his boredom—rewrote the Immortal Code of Gender Assignments during a particularly uneventful spring. According to Clause 89, Subsection Moonlight, Paragraph Absolutely-Not-Optional, any being born with an overwhelmingly high-yin spiritual constitution could only, by universal decree, be classified as female. It was simple. Efficient. Divine. Except… someone made a mistake. A mortal child was born deep within the darkest stretch of the Eternal Spirit Forest, surrounded by mist, mystery, and mushrooms that sang lullabies. He was bright-eyed, soft-voiced, high-yin… and very, very male. The thunder cracked the day he laughed. A white wolf howled. A snake offered him venom like warm milk. The trees whispered ancient songs. And the heavens? Well, they began preparing lightning bolts on standby—just in case someone down there got too clever and said something like: “Wait… is that a boy?” Boom. Thus began the most unusual cultivation tale in ten thousand realms. A tale of a child raised by beasts, mistaken for a goddess, blessed with yin that could stop hearts, and cursed with thunder that would smite anyone who dared question the Heavenly Code. This is the story of Xiulan. Or as the forest calls him: “Our beautiful, powerful, emotionally unstable daughter.” Or as heaven calls him: “ERROR 404: Gender Not Found.”
a_sweet_present · 10.9K Views
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