Gotham Skull

Sitting on top of a mountain made from the dead bodies of gods, the bodies were still fresh, skulls visible, and Kane made this his throne. ——————— Despite having no memories of who he was, Kane wakes up in an oddly familiar academy made of assassinating trials. Humans in these trials could shoot out fireballs, destroy mountains with a fist, and could even fly, but Kane discovers a type of survival instinct that involves combat, stealth, and evasion—a part of him begging to be fully embraced. Each assassination trial he passed gave him a broken fragment of his past memory, and if the answers lie in the otherworld trial, Kane must forge his name through the trials of blood while trying to regain all his memories to know who he was—or rather... what he was! But deep down lies a memory the gods would stop at nothing to ensure is buried along with him. If he knows—then he's coming, for revenge.

Cedric, one who fought in the grand crusade against infidels that took over the Holy Land of Jerusalem has fallen. A crossbow bolt has found its way into his skull, he has met his end in a way he always wished. In service to the Lord. And yet it seems God had more plans for him. Instead of death, he found himself in the middle of the black void, his armor, and blade at his side. And yet just before he awoke, a voice whispered to him, a divine voice of God. That he was sure of. With the guidance of his voice, he was granted a path in this world, a path that would guide him towards spreading one true faith in this pagan world.

"If you step off a ledge, gravity pulls you down. It’s not personal." The stairwell was silent except for their voices—sharp, clipped, barely above a whisper. She was still arguing. Still trying to explain. "That’s not lying—" He wasn’t listening. His expression never changed—calm, unreadable, but his fingers twitched. A subtle movement, barely noticeable, but a sign. The only sign. Then, he moved. It wasn’t a shove. It wasn’t frantic. There was no anger in it—just a quiet, calculated decision. Vee’s foot missed the step. The realization hit her too late—her hands shot out, reaching for something, anything—but he had already accounted for that. His grip met hers for just a second, but not to save her. To let go. The moment stretched, like time itself resisted what was happening. Then, her body broke through the air. A sharp, gasping scream—cut off before it could finish. A sickening, solid crack as her skull met the concrete below. And then, silence. The world didn’t process it fast enough. But he didn’t even look down. He turned. Adjusted his sleeve. Then, he looked up. And I was there.

The youngest and most feared admiral in world history—Ravien Duskbane. Renowned for his brilliance as much as his ruthlessness. To him, nothing matters except power, control, and victory. But one night, he falls asleep and never wakes up. At least, not in his own world. --- When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I felt was discomfort. Luxurious silk sheets. Gold-embroidered mirrors. Heavy velvet curtains. But that wasn’t what truly unsettled me. There was a large mirror in the corner of the room. And the person staring back at me… wasn’t me. Long, blood-red hair. Eyes of the same hue. This wasn’t my body. At first, I thought it was a dream. There could be no other explanation. But then—pain. A sharp, stabbing agony piercing through my skull. And with it, memories that did not belong to me flooded my mind. The Pendragon family. Noble blood. Yet a child seen as nothing but a stain. Nameless. A half-blood. A forgotten existence. Discarded at birth. Banished to a distant land. Erased from history. By the time the pain subsided, I understood the truth. This was the world of a novel I used to read whenever I was bored. The Dark Lands. And me? I was a mere extra. A nameless shadow never even mentioned in the story. At first, I was calm. But soon, the very existence of this body made me sick. Not from anger. Not from weakness. But from the sheer revulsion of being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. I reject this. This body does not belong to me. And I will never accept anything that isn’t mine. So I chose to die. Without hesitation, I moved. I drove my hand straight into my heart. But I didn’t die. My breath caught. I tried again. And again. Over and over. But every single time, my wounds healed. It didn’t take long to understand why. In this world, every person is born with a unique, unchanging Fate Ability. And this body's ability? "Flesh, Blood, and Bone." It regenerates endlessly. No matter how much I cut, slash, or tear myself apart—death is impossible. But there must be a way. Someone in this world must be able to kill me. And then, a name came to mind. The protagonist. Perhaps he could end me. Wait. No. I refuse to die like that. To perish at someone else's hands without a fight, without struggle… That is beneath me. I am not someone who sits around waiting for salvation. If I truly wish to die, then first, I must rise to the top. Dying without battling the strongest beings in this world would be a disgrace. So, I will start with power. First, this kingdom. Then the continent. Then the entire world. I will rule, conquer, and seize everything. If I can truly reach the peak—then the strongest will come for me. And only then will I find someone worthy enough to kill me. Could there be a more honorable death than that?

In his first life as 'Caine Wilson', was the villain—ruthless, cunning, and very powerful. He played his part perfectly, crushing the so-called "protagonist" and parading his enemies, their families, and anyone who crossed him naked through the streets. He watched with glee as the "hero" lay broken, stripped of his dignity, before finally ending his pitiful existence. But just as Caine, thought he had finally won and secured his place at the top, 'Higher ups' intervened. A booming, ethereal voice—like the universe’s pissed-off judge—shook the skies: "You have violated the sacred code of villainy! The villain shall not win. The balance has been broken. Caine Wilson, the world hereby rejects you!" Before he could even enjoy his victory, his world blinked out, like a story whose writer just erased the last chapter in frustration. Everything went dark. And when he awoke, he wasn’t Caine Wilson anymore. He was 'Su Xiaobai', a nobody on 'White Cloud Star', a world of cultivation, martial arts, and endless struggle. But this time, things were different. He could feel it—he could see through the cracks of reality itself. He could break the fourth wall! He wasn’t just some reincarnated soul; he was a villain who had 'seen the system', who understood the game. And he was about to flip it upside down. --------------- A/N: Buckle up, you miserable bunch! It’s a parody, so shut your brains off, toss 'em in the trash, and dive headfirst into this deep, glorious shithole! Don’t come whining to me when you laugh so hard you choke on your own damn tears! --------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

[Earthlings! You have been summoned to participate in the Universe's Armageddon...] The voice thundered in billions of minds simultaneously, making Arthur drop his last piece of bread on the dirty slum floor. [Beta Testing Phase: Initiated] [10 Million Chosen Participants] [You have been selected!] "What the F***?" Arthur clutched his head, the system messages burning behind his eyes. This wasn't some phone notification or TV broadcast - this was inside his skull. [Talent Awakening in Progress...] [System...Error!] [SSS Talent Detected: Primordial Summoner] By the time the game had merged with reality, Arthur already had dozens of legendary summons to aid him against the incoming chaos. [You have summoned the SSS-Level "Primordial Dragon"!] [You have extracted the SSS-Level Skill "Berserk"!]

1. Uniqueness and Appeal of the Story (Condensed) 1. Worldbuilding: Historical Grit Meets Supernatural Spectacle Setting: 1930s America/Europe: Blends Great Depression realities (NYC soup kitchens, corrupt Wall Street alchemists) with occult threats. Nazi "Lebensborn" experiments resurrect through cursed artifacts, while vampire clans like Sanctum Sanguinis manipulate London's underworld. Core Innovation: Merges noir detective drama, Lovecraftian cosmic horror, and vampire political epics into a cohesive "dark fantasy" universe. Protagonist Wayne navigates gangster-ruled streets and eldritch rituals with equal pragmatism. 2. Plot Architecture: Layered Mysteries & Explosive Payoffs Opening Hook: A seemingly routine infidelity case unravels into a cult conspiracy marked by glowing cat eyes and radioactive mushroom-induced visions. The mundane detective office becomes a gateway to hidden wars. Key Conflicts: Personal: Wayne’s quest to find his sister Gwen—a victim of 1935 Nazi experiments—while battling his own physical decay (corpse-like stench, stopped pocket watch). Supernatural: Vampire dynasties, hellish legions, and secret societies (Mirror Sect) clash over the "Living Grail," a sentient artifact granting control over reality. Historical: Nazi occultists infiltrate America using gold-skull rituals; Federal Reserve corruption fuels supernatural arms races. Climactic Sequences: Holy Grail War: Wayne’s ragtag Vowbound Cross faction battles vampire hordes in London, with alchemically enhanced revolvers firing self-guided silver bullets. Leviathan Rising: A kaiju-like beast emerges from Liverpool’s waters, countered by undead dragons and Vatican light magic. Twist Ending: Gwen is revealed as a Nazi-made proto-vampire, forcing Wayne to sacrifice himself as a vessel to seal an elder god—leaving moral ambiguity lingering. 3. Characters: Moral Complexity & Jarring Contrasts Wayne (Protagonist): Flawed Antihero: A whiskey-drinking PI masking survivor’s guilt with sarcasm. His fake "model citizen" diary clashes with ruthless tactics (blackmail, radioactive interrogations). Duality: Protects street orphans while exploiting clients, embodying Depression-era moral erosion. Veronica & Wilhelm: Noble Fugitives: Veronica’s aristocratic German past and Wilhelm’s swastika-etched knife hint at dark histories. Posing as a secretary/gardener, they manipulate Wayne’s investigations. Comic Relief: Wilhelm’s mountain-like physique paired with cat-obsessed campiness ("sailor outfits") offsets existential dread. Antagonists: Preacher Jacob: A vampiric zealot who views bloodsucking as divine sacrament, mirroring Wayne’s nihilism. Dr. Isaac: A Nazi eugenicist weaponizing vampirism, blending scientific rigor with monstrous ambition. 4. Narrative Craft: Noir Aesthetics & Pseudoscience Multi-Perspective Storytelling: Wayne’s cynical first-person narration intercuts with newspaper clippings (Jack the Ripper Returns), cult parchments, and Veronica’s encrypted journals to piece together the puzzle. Stylized Language: Gritty metaphors: "Wall Street fog smells of rusted dreams," "Veronica’s hair outshines Coney Island neon." Symbolism: Bulletproof doors adorned with Citizen Kane posters critique hollow American idealism; cash-stuffed Bibles mock religious hypocrisy. Sci-Fantasy Systems: Vampire "sun weakness" explained as uranium radiation side effects. "Eldritch whispers" rationalized as infrasound brainwashing; hell reimagined as a quantum dimension. Weapons: Rune-engraved silver bullets, alchemy-modified revolvers blending mysticism and tech.

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!

What is that do you desire in your journey of you great dao? To rule over all beings?? To wish for lord and power over those beings that control the very epitome of the universe or transcend the very mundane universe that birthed you and continue your journey of the dao that is far from being complete and it's ever enchanting beauty of the pursuit towards it? To know is to travel ,let's journey together with our mc to find out.... This is my first work, so if you like the novel and have some suggestions, leave a review.

Jin Muyeon was a legend in the MMA world, an undefeated fighter who mastered every combat style. In the cage, he was unstoppable—until he met his greatest opponent. A truck. Waking up as a frail orphaned boy in a world of martial arts and swordplay, Muyeon quickly realizes one thing: he doesn’t have Qi. No inner energy, no mystical powers, and no grand martial techniques. But does he need them? Armed with the instincts of a seasoned fighter and a mind sharpened by real-life battles, Muyeon refuses to be weak. Instead of learning Murim’s traditional martial arts, he adapts his MMA techniques—grappling, striking, counters—into a style that the Murim world has never seen before. No swords. No Qi. No mercy. As he enters an elite martial academy, he faces arrogant young masters, ruthless sects, and dark conspiracies. But nothing will stop him from finding the truth behind his past—and the ones who took everything from him. The Murim world was built on ancient traditions. Muyeon? He’s here to break them. “You think strength comes from Qi? Let’s see how well that works when I slam your skull into the ground.”

It's funny, isn't it? Nobody asks to be born... None of us choose the life we are forced to live....And yet, we are bound to it, trapped in a world where strength defines everything. People worship when you are strong. They loathe when you are weak. They worship the god. They fear the devil. But why? Was it righteousness that gave the god victory over the devil, or was it simply strength? Why must we fear one and worship the other? Is the god so righteous? Is the devil so weak? Would Wang Xiao still have everything if he were weak? Would they still worship him? Would those women have submitted so easily? No. It's always the strength. Power rules all. A man can own kingdoms, riches, even love—but lose his strength, and the world turns on him. His woman, the one who once looked at him with admiration, will crush him underfoot if she finds him unworthy. His own children, born of his blood, will stare at him with contempt, their eyes filled with disappointment. What is love if not submission to power? What is loyalty but the price of dominance? Wang Xiao has learned this bitter truth. The sacrifices he made, the pain he endured, meant nothing. Without strength, he was nothing. But no longer... He has seen the lie, the illusion of it all... And now, the ancient myths rise once more, the gods claw their way from forgotten graves, and Wang Xiao, mistaken for the 8th Prince, feared by gods and mortals alike, finds himself at the center of it all. Seven goddesses, each more beautiful, more dangerous than the last, now circle him, bound by fate. Their charm is powerful, their desires even more so. The guardian of the Atlantic tears apart nations to possess him. The Desert Princess offers her entire empire as a gift, yearning for his love... Even an ancient being, her power stripped away, bends her knee in submission, once feared, now powerless before him. But would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have loved him, served him, feared him? No. It's always the strength. "He 'who' covers the sky with his hand," they whisper. "The gods who once played with universes like orbs... he'll make them swallow their own spit in fear." Wang Xiao's gaze hardens as he stares at his reflection. The weak are forgotten... Strength is all that matters. "The world doesn't care for the weak," Wang Xiao whispers to his reflection. "Your woman will turn her back, people will spit on your name... They'll forget you ever existed... everything you did for them would be insignificant and forgetten...Strength is all that truly matters." And so, Wang Xiao will take what's his. The gods, playing with the universe like toys, will fall. The devils, pulling at the strings of fate, will lose their grip. He will strip them of their power, their kingdoms, their very souls, if that's what it takes. He isn't their pawn. Not anymore. Would they have bowed if he were weak? Would they have given themselves so easily? Would they have even cared? No. It's always the strength. Wang Xiao is no longer the man he once was. No longer human. No longer weak. He is the deviant. And the world will soon know what that truly means. --------------- #NoYuri #NoNTR #Threesome #Harem #Strong to Stronger #Elf #Gore #Evil MC #Conquor #Action #Adventure #Imperial Harem #Revenge #Daughters #Fellatio #Supernatural #Urbanfantasy #Superpowers #Cultivation #Goddess #First-time Intercourse #Villain ---------------- Warning: The Novel is based upon a fictional Earth, and any resemblance is mere coincidence! Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

Title: Abyssal Chimes Genre: Cosmic Folk Horror / Time-Bending Thriller *Synopsis:* In the fog-shrouded valley of Corpse Falls Town, where pagoda trees bleed and construction sites exhale the breath of the dead, antiques dealer Lin Moyu becomes entangled in a temporal curse older than the Ming Dynasty. When a smuggled Bronze Bell covered in corpse wax appears in his shop, its cursed chimes fracture reality, revealing three overlapping timelines: a 15th-century massacre of shaman priests, a modern archaeological expedition’s disappearance, and Lin’s own complicity in a catastrophic urban development project three years prior. As the Bell’s vibrations summon corpse soldiers from limestone caves and warp digital devices into occult artifacts, Lin discovers every victim’s skull sprouts bronze roots connecting to an underground Bone Pagoda. The town’s "residents" are revealed as echoic phantoms—their deaths endlessly reenacted through cursed objects: QR codes that rewrite memories, livestreams broadcast from decaying eyeballs, and concrete mixed with ground funerary coins. Key horrors unfold through fractal revelations: - The Bell’s Sanskrit inscriptions are quantum codes predicting Lin’s own autopsy report - Construction blueprints from 2021 contain hidden blood sacrifice diagrams - Missing archaeologists are found fused with Ming dynasty burial silks, their smartphones playing war drums from 1423 The cosmic truth emerges through temporal bleeding: Corpse Falls Town exists in a "wound" between timelines, sustained by an ouroboros of guilt. Every character is simultaneously victim and perpetrator across centuries—Lin’s father designed the dam that awakened ancient curses, while Lin himself becomes the Ming general who first ordered mass executions to silence the shamans. *Themes:* - Guilt as a self-replicating cosmic force - Technology as modern necromancy (5G towers as spirit poles, cloud storage as soul jars) - Archaeological colonialism’s cyclical violence *Closing Paradox:* In the fractal finale, Lin must let the Bell annihilate all timelines—including his own birth—to break the curse. Yet the final page reveals this manuscript itself is a cursed object, its words rearranging to implicate whoever reads it in the next cycle of atrocities. *Comp Titles:* - *Annihilation* meets *The Ring* in Guillermo del Toro’s *Pan’s Labyrinth* - *Dark (Netflix)* collides with Junji Ito’s *Uzumaki* - *The Southern Reach Trilogy* rewritten as Ming dynasty occult procedural Hook: Every technological artifact you use—from subway QR codes to wireless earbuds—becomes a gateway to ancestral horror in this narrative ouroboros where reading the book implicates you in its curse.

The World Changed Overnight, Without warning, portals from other realms tore through the sky, opening gateways to nightmarish creatures that threatened to wipe out humanity. Cities burned. Nations crumbled. The monstrous invaders—ranging from grotesque goblins to towering beasts—massacred everything in their path. Amidst the chaos, a new force emerged: The Awakened—humans who mysteriously gained supernatural abilities in response to the invasion. Light burst from their bodies, fire ignited in their palms, water coiled into deadly spears, winds howled at their command, shadows shifted with their will. These resemble as Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Light, and Darkness—became humanity’s last hope against extinction. Kai Jin. A cold, intelligent high school student from Korea, Kai had long abandoned the idea of relying on others. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up alone in a modest apartment, surviving through sheer will and independence. His past trauma left him emotionally closed off, but beneath his calm, detached exterior, a fire burned—a refusal to ever be powerless again. Then, the portals opened, and his world turned upside down. The night was eerily silent. Kai sat in his dimly lit apartment, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The news was flooded with reports of strange anomalies appearing across the globe—massive gates hovering in the sky, creatures emerging from their depths. Some called it a phenomenon. Others called it the end of the world. Then— Scratch. Scratch. A faint noise echoed from the hallway outside his door. Kai frowned. His neighborhood was quiet at night—too quiet for random footsteps. Then— BAM! The apartment door slammed open. A goblin. Small, grotesque, with sickly green skin, jagged teeth, and glowing red eyes. It sniffed the air, its sharp claws twitching in anticipation. Kai’s breath hitched. His mind raced. He had no weapons. No powers. Nothing but his instincts. Move. Now. The goblin lunged. Kai grabbed the closest thing within reach—a wooden chair—and swung it with all his strength.The impact sent the creature stumbling backward, snarling in rage. His heart pounded. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay steady. He couldn’t afford to freeze. He had to kill it. Spotting a kitchen knife on the counter, he dove for it—just as the goblin recovered and charged again. At the last second, he twisted his body, dodging its claws, and in one swift motion— STAB! The knife sank into the goblin’s skull. It shrieked, its body convulsing violently before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Kai stood there, panting. His clothes were splattered with dark, sticky blood. The room reeked of iron and death. Then— Ding! A floating, translucent system window appeared before his eyes. [Awakening Process Complete.] [Congratulations!] [You have awakened.] Kai’s eyes widened. His nightmare had just begun.

Chapter 82 Finally Together (Finale) Pang Ye has already regained his memory. Moreover, his cultivation level has greatly increased, and his whole body's imposing manner is extremely fierce. The powerful aura he exudes makes everyone feel extremely shocked. Especially the Heavenly Realm powerhouses among them feel it most acutely. Facing Pang Ye now, it seems as if they are facing someone who can decide their own life and death, and a sense of powerlessness rises in their hearts.

Following Garran's journey who is a vanguard, he is tasked by the Order to exterminate demons infested in certain area. Throughout his adventure, he shall face a lot of obstacles. Unbeknownst to him, his mission would be a turning point of his life — forever changes his future into the most hated man, forced to wear an unwanted title made of misunderstanding. He shall be exiled and start over a new life in the new soil. Will he regain his honor back? Cleans his name and moving on? -sorry if there are any mistaken, English is not my first language, lol. -everything is fiction, if there are anything resembles to real life or other works, it is purely coincidence. -image cover skull and dagger (ai variation) by dgim-studio on freepik

Long before football became the global sport we know today, in a distant land of golden grasslands and ancient traditions, there was a small village named Gargar. Life in Gargar was simple, with villagers living in harmony with nature, following the wisdom of their elders, and cherishing the traditions passed down through generations. Among the villagers were twin brothers, Orgar and Gorgar, who were inseparable despite their differences Orgar was bold and adventurous, while Gorgar was cautious and thoughtful. One day, during an exploration beyond the village, they stumbled upon a mysterious skull, unlike anything they had ever seen. It was covered in strange markings and seemed to hold a forgotten history within its ancient bones. Intrigued, the brothers brought the skull back to Gargar, where it quickly became the center of attention. The village shaman recognized its significance, speaking of ancient legends and lost civilizations that might be connected to it. However, rather than treating it only as a relic, the village children, led by Orgar and Gorgar, began to use it in a game kicking, passing, and competing to see who could score the most points. What started as a simple pastime evolved into an organized game, with makeshift goals, rules, and teams. As the game grew in popularity, it became more than just entertainment it united the village, bringing people together in a way they had never experienced before. But as the twins continued to explore the origins of the skull, they uncovered secrets about their ancestors, the gods, and the destiny of their people. The story follows their journey as they navigate friendships, rivalries, challenges, and the deeper mystery behind the relic. What begins as an innocent game soon turns into something much bigger a legendary sport that will one day change the world. But before that can happen, Orgar, Gorgar, and their village must face trials that test their courage, unity, and determination. This is the epic tale of the origins of football, rooted in adventure, mystery, and the unbreakable spirit of a game that started with nothing more than an old skull and the dreams of two brothers.

A young boy with white hair and cold blue eyes was looking down on a corpse. As he was sitting on a throne made of skulls and bones... And the corpse he was looking at was the corpse of the end boss 'Aerial.' Yes, you've heard, right! The end boss! This story is about a gamer - weeb boy 'Elendur' who was/is the top player of Seraph-Erylsium! A new VRMMORPG that was released five years ago. After glory 5 years Elendur reached the 1000th level and also the end game. But as he reached the end game, the system granted him a book, and the name of the book was 'Seraph world-trophy.' (Seraph world-trophy! Description:???) "Huh, what's that? No description. Is there a bug? Or may a unique item?" .... Do you want a character who isn't a pussy? Do you want a story where the character isn't an idiot and think about consequences? Do you want a story about an mc who knows how to hold back and when not? You've searched for a novel about a necromancer who cant summon skeletons? Then my novel is might something for you! My novel won't have a pussy character who will hesitate! I will try to make the mc strong but not too strong, I will try to make the story satisfying, and I will try to listen to all your suggestions and tips. But of course, and the most important I will try to write flawlessly! (This novel is with a system that won't be annoying! I don't know about the length of my book, but I can tell you about each chapter's length. Each chapter will have about 800-1400 words plus-minus. And English is not my mother language, so I write extra much in this synopsis for you guys to decide if you like my way to write or not.) A/N: Idea of mine. Cover found on Pinterest if you are the cover's owner, tell me immediately, and I will take it down.

Ten thousand years after Carlotta's accidental fall, pure humans have long been extinct, genetically evolved orcs dominate the world, they are valiant and warlike, possessing near-perfectly strong physiques and extraordinary fighting strength, the only drawback is that females are scarce. The only drawback is the scarcity of females. Male orcs will burst into heat when they reach adulthood, and will go crazy if there is no female to appease them. When the only pure human girl with sss-level guidance ability comes to the future of the orc world, the whole continent goes crazy. When learned that she was born pregnant body, can for the heir of the king beast breeding top pure blood offspring, all parties big brother is scrambling to pander to snatch broken skull, just to be able to get the beauty favor, and her to make baby to raise pups ......

Gotham is ruled by Clad Belmont—a man powerful enough to defeat the infamous Jack the Reaper and seize control of the city. "What if there’s someone out there even stronger than Jack the Reaper? What will you do then, Belmont?" But when a mysterious new threat emerges, determined to erase Belmont’s legacy, the city spirals into chaos. "I'm Jaxon." "I don’t know where the hell you came from, kid, but this is Gotham. If you want to stay alive, keep your head down and don’t draw attention to yourself." Jaxon, a boy with no past, arrives in Gotham just as the city prepares to unveil a statue in Belmont’s honor. When the event is attacked, he’s faced with a choice: stay in the shadows or step into the light. "If I don’t do something, all these people are going to die right in front of me." As a masked vigilante rises, whispers spread—Jack the Reaper may have returned. "Who the hell is this Black Mask? I want him eliminated immediately." But if Jack the Reaper is truly back… then who is Black Mask? "Gotham, eh? So this is where you’ve been hiding all this time, Jaxon. Well then… it’s time I paid my student a visit." "Impossible." "I’m telling you, sir—Jack the Reaper is back in Gotham."

### Enhanced Title: **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** ### Enhanced Summary: Arell Rose, a 17-year-old from the gritty streets of Southside Chicago, is no stranger to trouble. With a rap sheet longer than his high school transcript—petty theft, truancy, and a temper that’s landed him in more fistfights than he can count—he’s teetering on the edge of a life that promises either prison or an early grave. His single mother, a weary nurse working double shifts, has all but given up on him, and his peers see him as little more than a burnout with a sharp tongue and a chip on his shoulder. But beneath the bravado, Arell harbors a raw, untapped talent for words—lyrics that spill out in late-night freestyles under flickering streetlights, unheard by anyone but the stray dogs and the wind. One rainy night, after a botched attempt to jack a corner store for cash lands him battered and bleeding in an alley, Arell’s life takes an inexplicable turn. A strange, pulsating glow emanates from his cracked phone screen, and a voice—smooth, commanding, and oddly digital—introduces itself as the **RAPPER System**. It’s no app, no glitch; it’s a mysterious entity embedded in his reality, offering him a deal he can’t refuse: a shot at redemption, fame, and power, but only if he can conquer its trials and rise to become the greatest rapper alive. The system isn’t some fairy godmother—it’s a relentless taskmaster. It floods Arell’s mind with abilities he never dreamed of: razor-sharp lyric generation, perfect pitch recall, a photographic memory for beats, and even the power to sway crowds with his voice alone. But every gift comes with a catch. The system throws challenges at him like a gauntlet—freestyle battles against ruthless street MCs, cryptic riddles that unlock new skills, and grueling physical trials to sharpen his stage presence. Fail, and the system’s punishments are brutal: migraines that feel like his skull’s splitting, temporary muteness, or the erasure of a hard-earned ability. Arell’s journey is no straight shot to stardom. He’s got to dodge the ghosts of his past—rival gang members who’d rather see him dead than spitting bars, a parole officer who smells trouble, and a childhood friend turned drug dealer who tempts him back to the easy money. The system’s goals force him into the underground rap scene, where he clashes with seasoned vets who mock his youth and wildcards who’ll do anything to take him down. Along the way, he picks up an eclectic crew: a reclusive beatmaker with a dark secret, a fiercely loyal hype girl with dreams of her own, and a shady mentor who knows more about the system than he lets on. As Arell claws his way up, the stakes skyrocket. The system reveals its endgame: a nationwide rap tournament broadcast to millions, where the winner isn’t just crowned the best—they’re granted a mysterious “ultimate reward” that could rewrite Arell’s entire existence. But the closer he gets, the more he questions the system’s origins. Is it alien tech? A government experiment? Or something tied to the father he never knew, a shadowy figure his mom refuses to talk about? And what happens if he wins—or if he loses everything trying? **"Beats of Redemption: Arell Rose’s Rise Through the RAPPER System"** is a pulse-pounding urban odyssey of grit, rhythm, and self-discovery. Can Arell transform his pain into platinum tracks, outrap his demons, and seize a legacy that echoes beyond the block? Or will the system’s demands—and his own flaws—break him before he ever holds the mic as a legend?

The Skull of Horowits follows young adventurer Kodi Prime as he embarks on a perilous journey to find a mythical artifact said to grant its possessor one ultimate wish. Consumed by the same obsession that destroyed his father, Kodi seeks the skull to take control of his destiny and prove his worth. Joined by the enigmatic and ambitious Aaliyah, Kodi must navigate treacherous landscapes, deadly rivals, and the artifact's sinister influence. Along the way, he encounters cryptic warnings and harrowing trials that force him to confront the cost of his ambition. As Kodi draws closer to the skull, he faces a crucial choice: claim its power and risk losing everything that makes him who he is, or turn away and leave the dream behind. The Skull of Horowits is a tale of ambition, sacrifice, and the price of ultimate power.

"You all go to work, I would help you take care of your wife in the home," — Zhang Wei. ______ Zhang Wei, the self-proclaimed community service guru, takes it upon himself to rescue damsels in distress when their husbands mysteriously vanish. With the touch of his magic hands, he transforms lonely homes into cozy love nests. He even manages to charm the widows' daughters into believing he's a park-wandering superhero, all while his endlessly patient wife applauds his "heroic" efforts. .................................. First official 'proper' novel, improves every next chapter! Commit reading 300 chapters to see magic of Brother Zhang! #NoYuri #NoNTR .................. #Harem #R18 #Action #Dark #Comedy #Cultivation #Threesome #Polygamy #Elf #Superhumans #Modernfantasy #Urban #Mystery #Overpowered MC #Evil MC #Conqueor ................ Disclaimer: Cover page is not mine Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF Warning: This work is completely fiction, and does not promote any kind of violence against any living being. The Villain is meant to be hated!

A tale of terror unfolds on Skull Mountain, where crimson-eyed warriors serve an ancient evil. As Red-Eye rises, fear spreads, villages fall, and a prophecy looms, driving both destruction and rebellion in a land consumed by darkness. Courage clashes with malice in this chilling saga of survival and destiny.

"31 Days: Origins" by Lapis L. Lazuli --Timeframe: 31st of October - 07th of November 2023 --Stage: UNKNOWN A black card with a silver mouse drags a twitchy schoolboy into a 31-day nightmare—underground, cutthroat, and damned relentless. 32 strangers, from killers to kids, claw through lethal games where brains and blood weigh the same. An AI whispers the rules, a shadowy outfit pulls the strings, and powers twist the odds. Alliances fray, secrets bleed, and one name—“Raiko”—haunts the chaos. Survival’s a gamble, trust’s a death sentence, and the truth’s a skull-crushing muse. What is humanity when the clock is ticking? ("31 Days: Origins" is the second novel in The "What is Humanity?/Lapis L. Lazuli" Lore and the first novel of the four-part "31 Days" Novel Series by Lapis L. Lazuli.)

Shirley teams with Batman and Superman to solve the mystery of a dragon in Gotham City. Shirley's past villains have also returned for revenge on her, but every hero tries to save her before her villains destroy her. The heroes then get captured, and Shirley tries to find and rescue them.

Once he traveled through time, Schiller became Batman's teacher and a professor of psychology at Gotham University. On his first day, Bruce Wayne entered the psychological clinic. Schiller had no choice but to open the American comics chat system and posted the first message: Batman asked me the meaning of life, how should I answer? Waiting online is quite urgent. Schiller Andel Rodriguez is a world-class criminal psychology master and the most famous psychology professor at Gotham University. His students include both superheroes and super criminals, but he does not belong to any of them. Batman likes to call him "

Menphis Jackman was a meager wage worker, humbly enduring and compromising for mere money, renowned for his uselessness. He was both penniless and heavily indebted, only to be oppressed and looked down upon by others. But then one day, a large skull appeared in the town, with zombies everywhere, danger and death ominously surrounding him, and suddenly the harsh sound of machinery echoed in Menphis’s mind. It was no different from the RPG system he had once known. It gave him strength, abilities, and resources, a lot of resources, very, very many resources. To the point where he had to think: ‘How to destroy my resources?’

Mars is struck by tragedy, Mars the 13 year old boy that is. However within his darkest of hours a voice finds itself drawn to him. A voice that tells him to grow, kill, slaughter and make the blood flow like rivers for the blood gods. And so Mars is set upon a journey to harvest souls for the Gods and collect bones for a mighty skull throne. Though he does not know it yet, but his actions would have great effects on history as he begins his journey in a time before the American Civil war. So how will a crazed boy with revenge on his mind and unworldly powers on his side effect history? Will he change the world for good or for worse?

Diana stood in front of his door fumbling with the knob. it wasn't like she was scared to enter his room as this won't be the first time she was entering and neither would it be the last. She was about to do something very wild and may be stupid of her but this was the definition of her and it won't change. Sighing and taking a heavy breath,she opened the door closing it behind her and she met him on his bed with his back kissing the surface of his bed...shirtless as usual. he really didn't like putting on a shirt from what she had gathered. "Diana..what the hell are you doing here?" He said sitting up to reveal the cross on his chest and his sleeve tattoo on the left arm. he also had the drawing of a skull at the right. "We made a deal remember?"she reminded him and he raised one brow up to ask 'what deal?' Diana was wearing a smirk looking so wicked and Xavier could not help but wonder what she was up to. standing up fully from his bed,he went to stand in front of her. "What deal Diana?" "I got a tattoo" she bursted the news to him and his facial expression said it all,he was shaken up. "You got a whaa?" "Tattoo....I got a tattoo" "Are you fucking with me.. please tell me you're messing with me Diana" It felt so good to hear him curse. it sounded so seductive coming from him... everything he does is seductive... FOCUS DIANA..NOT NOW,she said slapping herself internally. "I'm being serious" she made it clear to him incase he e was having problems believing it. "Diana I told you not to get a tattoo" "Not exactly as I remember,you dared me to get a tattoo" "Your dad is gonna be mad" "It's my body..I get to do what I want" "How many tattoos did you get?" "Three" "Three? isn't that too much?" "Speak for your self. you got your whole sleeve tattooed, you've one on your chest and you've one on your right arm...who has the most tattoos now?" "That's me, I'm a male and I'm not underage" she scoffed when she heard him. "So now,I'm underage? I'll be 19 next year...I think I'm off age to make my own decisions" "You're still under your father's roof" " I will be moving out...and besides,he won't know...unless you're gonna tell him" Xavier sighed. this girl who stood in front of him could be so stubborn at times. How could such a pretty face be this stubborn?, he asked himself. "Can I at least see the tattoos you got?" "yeah sure." Taking off her shirt to reveal the black tank top she was wearing underneath it, she turned to her side so she could reveal her left arm. "Fuck!! you got a skull?"And for the second time since she entered his room,he cursed again.... why do it seductively?,she said in her mind. "Yes I did..what's wrong with it?" "Couldn't you get a flower or something feminine?" that was the samething the tattooist had said. "If you could get a skull,why can't I?" "I'm a man... Dianne..you're a girl, the whole point of being a girl is being girly and getting a butterfly or flower tattoo is something that is girly" "Well I don't want to be girly if I can't get a skull tattoo" He heard her say " And besides, I got a flower tattoo" She showed her belly which was now very visible as she was wearing a tank top. "And where's the other?"He asked as his eyes scanned her body for the last one. "I rather not say" He scoffed when he heard her.did she really get the tattoo in that place he was thinking of? "Besides you still have to keep the end of your deal" "And what was the deal again?" "If I get a tattoo before Wednesday, you would fulfill one thing I ask for and if I don't get a tattoo before Wednesday,I would do what you want" "I won so you will fulfill one thing I ask for" "Fine,what do you want?" "Kiss me...."