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WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!

For as long as Reon could remember, his life had been a monotonous cycle of solitude. A loner to the core, he buried himself in his studies and part-time jobs just to get by. No family. No friends. No joy. No sorrow. Just an empty existence. But fate had other plans. Reon suddenly found himself transmigrated into the world of a novel he had read, all because of a complaint about the Protagonist. However, he wasn’t reborn as the protagonist, a powerful supporting character or even a notable figure. No, fate had saddled him with the most pitiful role imaginable: A Villain! No, he wasn’t the villain who sparked fear to everyone or the rival who challenged the protagonist’s growth. No, he was that guy—the one who gets a single line of dialogue before being obliterated, his only purpose to highlight the hero’s strength. The kind of character readers would roll their eyes at and skip over without a second thought. Yes, he had become that kind of background character—cannon fodder, a disposable pawn, a nameless lackey serving under a third-rate villain! The worst kind of cliché—a spineless dog for a spoiled young master from a powerful family, wagging his tail at every order. The one whose destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death long before the main story even began. How could fate be so cruel? So petty?! But Reon wasn’t about to accept this. Not again. This time he wasn’t the Reon who had wasted away his first life. A world once confined to the pages of a novel had become his reality—a realm where strength commands respect, and the weak are trampled underfoot like insignificant ants. If this world wanted him to live like a dog and die like a stepping stone, it was dead wrong. This time, Reon resolved to live life to the fullest—to fight, to laugh, to love, to revel in the chaos of this fantasy world filled with magic, swords, and cultivation. No one would stop him from seizing his happiness. Not Fate. Not the so-called Protagonists. Not even Heaven itself. And if anyone dared to stand in his way? He would break the rules, exploit the extras, manipulate the main characters, and twist the very fabric of the story to serve his own ends. He would plunder the opportunities meant for the protagonist, destroy threats before they could rise, and rewrite his destiny with his own hands—whatever it took to carve out his path to survive. Would the main characters suffer? Who cares? Would the story change? Even better. This time, he would live without regrets. A glass of wine in one hand, a woman in the other, and unshakable strength beneath his feet. That was the plan… until the system arrived. . . [Ding! The Host has awakened the Heaven Plundering System! If he wishes to survive in this world, he must kill Heaven’s Child.] . . WHAAT! . . -----------------WARNING----------------- . . If you’re looking for a dense, shy, beta, dull-witted, wimpy, overly passive, or submissive protagonist—then I’m afraid this novel isn’t for you. Here, the main character will be Domineering, Ruthless, Calm, Intelligent, and Cunning. Most of the time, he’s cool, composed, and seemingly carefree guy… but the moment someone threatens the ones he loves, his true nature awakens—dark, merciless, and utterly menacing. Additionally, female leads will be Strong, Intelligent, and Loyal—not merely waiting for the main character to come and rescue them like a fairytale prince. The harem in this story will be large, with each member being capable and equally important to the plot. Every character will have their own role and growth, adding meaning to the story. . . NO NTR!! NO YURI!! [Though there will be a bit of playful intimacy between the harem members.] . . [There will be smut scenes in later chapters, it will be marked as (R-18) beside the headline. Minors, please exercise caution.] . . ***The story will unfold at a bit slower pace, so I encourage fellow Daoists to be patient and support me on this journey.***
Sayeed_56 · 504.9K Views

leveling up is not all I can do

In the world of Eltherra, power is everything—and power is measured by levels. From the moment a person awakens their class, they begin the sacred journey of leveling up: defeating monsters, completing quests, mastering skills, and earning divine favor. For most, it is the only path to survival, status, and meaning. But for Adam, an orphaned farm boy from a forgotten border village, that path shatters on the day he risks his life to save a dying girl from a monster he should never have survived. Instead of dying, Adam awakens a mysterious and forbidden power: the ability to create skills, override the system, and see the code beneath reality. The system calls him a Revenant Codemancer—a class that doesn’t exist. The gods call him a mistake. The empires see him as a threat. As Adam levels up, he begins to unravel the truth behind the system that governs the world. He discovers ancient secrets, forgotten gods, and corrupted empires built on lies. But leveling up is not enough. Not when the system itself is broken, not when the rules of reality can be bent—or rewritten. With unlikely allies at his side—a rogue with a haunted past, a paladin torn between duty and desire, and a half-demon bard who sings truths no one wants to hear—Adam embarks on an epic journey to reshape the world. Not just to rise through the levels… …but to transcend them. Because in a world ruled by gods, monsters, and leveling systems, Adam doesn’t just want to survive. He wants to rewrite the endgame.
Therealsteve · 1K Views

I Can Do Anything?

In a world where talent is everything—what happens when someone dares to cheat the heavens? Xuan Wu awakened in the brutal Fire Haven World where the strong eat the weak, where practitioners cultivate techniques to live longer and grow stronger. But just as despair crept in... [Ding! Awakened the Supreme Cheat System] [Anything you desire, reality will obey...] Cultivation? Piece of cake. Upper worlds? He can ascend and descend with a thought. Enemies? A single word is all that is needed for obliteration. As Xuan Wu overlooks the world in his grasp, he asks himself—should he dominate, conquer worlds, create planets? Or should he play along just like an ordinary disciple? ─────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Things to expect in this novel: No harems or romance - romance tropes have no place in this story. Low-key mc who hides his power - Because who doesn't love playing along? Bizarre, unexpected comedy - seriously Enlightened view on cultivation - tired of old monsters acting like mortals? Or young masters being dumb at such a high realm? None of that western power suppression crap - Power scale is huge Reflective MC - tired of the old Gary Stu? ───────────────────────────────────────── Things not to expect: Slow Pacing - Who has the time for that? Submissive MC - Enough of the MC submitting to a female character just because she's hot trope! Enough! Superficial Evil - "Ooh ahh me kill innocent people me so evil!" Again, there are more evils than just killing! ───────────────────────────────────────── ...
x2000reborn · 52.3K Views

My Sandbox God Summoned Me To The Game. What do i do?

Fastpaced novel made to give people a lore to read without professionalism Not that good at english, but if you find anything wrong, say it. And i will be happy to rectify Synopsis: World Creation: Sandbvox, the revolution of the decade. It was a god simulator stacked with many features and options for you to create and customize as you wished, including the ability to design and enchance your own creatures. But what made this game's experience wasn't any of those features, it was it's AI, it's so misterious out of league Log Reading AI But it wasn't just any AI that just narrated the events on the planet. It was an AI that knew english, and knew how to writte, and well! It had the capacity to gather the informations of the game and generate long, well described logs, telling long, detailed, coherent stories It was to such an extent, that people started making a living out of only taking good care of their worlds and uploading their AI logs on their blogs. And among those people was Atta. Atta was a genius failed programmer that worked at a convenience store and constantly contributed to the game's community, coding and modding it everytime he could. Adding new powers, features and addons to the log reading AI itself. He even created a version of it to himself, that acted as a mob in the game! Atta was so cleaver on his way to program, and did it so smartelly and efficiently, that it surpassed the realm of skill and reached the level of super power! A power so strong, that defied the laws of living, matter and non-matter. And after a whole night programming a new power to his Log Reader. Something unnexpected happened. "Hey Your majestyyyy, i think the demon forces are messing the mortal realm again..." What a head ache huh?
Me_Really · 19K Views

Extra's Money System: Money from Distrust, Skills from Lies

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”
Gompank · 1.7K Views
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