Evangelion Pathetic

I got completely hooked on this web novel, and suddenly, I was sucked into my phone! Now, I'm stuck in another world, turned into a pathetic level one bat. The system has made it clear: I can't go back home until I claw my way up to the rank of Dark Lord!

[Task: Salvage your team from relegation] [Current Position: 20th out of 20] [Points: 3] [Matches Played: 12] [Matches Remaining: 26] [Gap from 19th Place: 9 Points] "Are you for real here?" Viktor was an ordinary teenager obsessed with a football game, Rivals 22. But his life takes a sharp turn after a tragic accident lands him inside the very game he used to dominate from behind a screen. Now, he’s not the star player he imagined but a washed-up striker with pathetic stats. Will he be able to complete the task at hand, or will he die the second time? Join him in the new world of football.

"Children playing war?" he muttered, "How dull" Ao Shen, who awakened after a long sleep of several millennia, found himself in strange world which had changed from old classic cultivation world with sects and kingdoms to a modern urban world 'This world is pathetic' he remarked sensing just how weak cultivators have grown in the world, but there was something which disturbed his pride even more "My descendents are weak? The hell do you mean you can't buy cultivation techniques because you are broke? Are you telling me my descendent lives in this tiny hell hole apartment? What do you mean my last 100 generations have been living like peasants?" Questions rushed into his mind like series of nukes, "This won't do..." he muttered, "I won't wait for you grow, I will drown you in treasures, I didn't spent all my years sitting in cave! You may all be idiots but your Ancestor is genius and rich! Die, but die sucking on immortal resources!!!" I'm also posting this story in other websites like Royal Road and Scribble hub to gain more readers, show love whatever you can

{Author Of Old-World Extra} There was nothing special about my life... except for how I died. It was the only memorable part of it. I went out in the most pathetic way possible; a dog’s death would’ve made for a better sight. But that was not the weird part, not one bit. For whatever reason, my soul had gotten ripped out and shoved into the body of some "Villain" in a faraway land. Yep, you heard that right. A clichéd "Villain." And I’ve got ten days before he’s publicly executed. This guy—well, I—used to be a Beggar. One that grew into a Seeker, then a Magi, then a Professor, and then... A Sultan. The one ruler of the entire world. Now? I’m stuck facing the people I used to love, ready to pay for all the “evil” I’ve done. Fate seemed hellbent on ending me, no matter where I went, but just as I was about to give up... A Script appeared before my mind’s eye. {Would you like to rewrite your history, your Path?} {Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?} {Would you like to become a True King?} {If so, repeat after me…} It gave me one word—ancient, powerful, and clear. “BASSORĀH!” Many paths came together. Extra Tags: Drama, Reaction, Misunderstanding, Transmigration. Time Travel.

She believes in true love. He doesn’t believe in love. But what is love, really? She is the epitome of success—a star people look up to and admire. To him, however, she is merely a business transaction, a partner chosen to enhance his status. To his friends, she is just a fool in love, a pathetic figure begging for affection. Then shocking news emerges: her first true love returns, throwing him off guard. He realizes he has been nothing more than a substitute for her first love. He should be angry, but instead, he finds himself overwhelmed by emotions he can’t express or understand. Is this possessiveness, or is he finally learning to love her? She is determined to return to her first love, but inside, she is torn. Did she really treat him as just a substitute, or did she actually come to love him? What are they supposed to do when love is a question mark?

Being adored by one's parents and hoping to achieve something that could bring them happiness, a child sacrificed their carefree personality and chose the path of books and knowledge at an early age. Without looking back to see how those they thought were their parents were, in truth, only pushing them from behind. Esme, a prodigy from an early age, excelled in everything, unlike her sister, who, though adored by both parents, always lagged behind. Finally, after saving the company from debts and restoring it to its former glory, Esme looked back at her parents in hope of recognition but... "You are not even my daughter, you pathetic fool." "Hehe, Sister, how about I take your fiancé?" "Um, you see, Esme, I love your sister." "Tch, insect, how dare you reject checks whenever I, your mother, asked for money!" Those words lingered in Esme's mind before she lost consciousness and woke up inside a prison. "What are you doing here, Aron?" Esme looked at a handsome young man seated in a wheelchair, gazing at her with amusement. He was her sole business competitor, and now, he was visiting her in prison. "Nothing, just came here for a proposal, Miss Esme..." Let's see what awaits the journey of an heiress who was wrongly accused of being fake, betrayed by her fiancé, and had to seek support from her business rivals.

After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX

The balance between good and evil has been breached The veil between the living and the dead has been torn. Nature's balance is threatened What was left of the world was chaos Why? The imposters They have come With glowing red eyes and long talons, canine touching their jaws ready to devour, made from evil in the covers of darkness to kill everything in their way. Lana is the unfortunate child of the spirit wolf, the child of the forgotten prophecy, the child destined for greatness, and death, living in the world of darkness, the child meant to save the world from darkness. They say she's weak and pathetic, How can she be the child of destiny, With no mate by her side, she is bound to fail, Or so they thought.

The Dancing Corpse Known to be the weakest party in the entire kingdom. They were constantly mocked by others for how pathetic they were. The main character, Rashin, who was supposed to be the plot armor of the story, could barely protect his own harem. That was until Gideon arrived—reincarnating into the story as Rashin himself. But the two were completely different. Why? This new Rashin was blessed with a unique system. He could level up everyone in his party, taking them from a measly F rank to S rank. [You have registered xxxx as your party member.] [Current relationship score is 60%; you can only increase from F to C rank.] [Improve relationships with key characters to unlock higher ranks.] [You have gained a new skill from leveling up your party members.] [You have now unlocked the skill-back system.] [For every party member you level up, you gain their skills and talents.] Rashin was now on a journey to build the strongest harem to ever walk the earth.

Hello! My name is Aman Vasuki. I belong to the Royal Family of Vasuki Clan which is the Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. Currently, I am working as a caretaker of a human boy named Mei Wei. Why? Because I am going to kill his father…. Aman's life was like a dream. He belonged to the Royal Family of a Clan of Shapeshifting Serpents. He had a loving family, supportive friends and riches of the world. All in all, he lived a dream like life. But one day this dream got shattered… On the night of blood moon, when he was stripped off his powers, four humans ruined him. They took what was most precious to him…. But, now he is back to get his revenge on the very people that snatched his world from him. But why does Mei Wang's son always give him a look which is filled with love? And why does his heart suddenly start feeling calm when he is close to Mei Wei? Excerpt: The cold wind was blowing with a swoosh sound. The area was dead silent despite four people being there and a fifth pair of eyes looking at them. Aman's upper human body was glistening with a little sweat, Meanwhile his lower body was turned into a fiery red snake's. The golden pattern on it shining under the moonlight. In this snake tail, he was holding a trembling human. He was trembling with fear of death. Aman brought him closer and looked at him closely. He turned back, his long red hair blowing with the wind, suddenly he laughed out loud but this laugh was not heartily but bone chilling, "I am so happy to see the fear of death in your eyes, SAGE SAETANG!" He laughed again, "I think this look of fear suits all three of you. You know, when I killed your friend Melvin he was even crying and even begging me to spare him. Unfortunately, death is inevitable. Is it not?" Aman asked Sage, as he brought him closer and rubbed his hair with his hand like a child. He was smiling but his eyes were filled with killing intent. The rub resulted in Sage's scalp becoming numb, he furiously nodded, "of course his pathetic twin brother did not fare any better. I did not get the feeling of originality, you know." Aman pouted, showing his dissatisfaction, "wailing and gaping like a fish out of water. He even offered me that he would give all of his properties to me? But what use could I have of that. This look of fear provides me with much satisfaction than any riches in the world." "And now, now the same look is in your eyes. I bet you can see death standing somewhere. But why are you not pleading? At least cry a little," Aman told Sage whose mouth was still sealed. Cold flashes in his eyes and he started tightening the coiling of his tail around Sage's body, "forget it. Do as you please. After all it's your own death. But don't blame me if Mei Wang cries louder and surpasses you when I kill him." He showed a smile that made Sage's stomach flip, "I can't wait anymore to kill-" "AMAN!!" The shout was loud enough but Aman could even feel the emotions hidden in it, shock, betrayal, disbelief and extreme hurt. His whole demeanour fell on the ground, he also changed back into a complete human. Sage also fell on the hard ground with him. Aman looked up and there he was. Standing in front of him was Mei Wei…. **** How would Mei Wei react? And will their relationship survive this? What did those four people do to destroy Aman's life? Why does he want to take revenge? Is it possible for 4 mere humans to ruin a supernatural being? Or someone entirely unexpected is the mastermind behind? Join me to witness Aman's Tale of Revenge and find out all the answers to all of your questions.... Warning:- This story contains mature scenes; explicit violence, death, rape, male pregnancy and torture. If you are not comfortable or you are underage please stay away. **Although in every mature themed chapter there is a warning and a minor friendly summary available. *the cover photo credit goes to @unlomio on twitter. Thanks @ImagineTishaD for helping me.*

Playboy. Lecher. Parasite. Pond Scum. The girls had a lot of names for me, but that never stopped the next one from spreading her legs. I never really trusted people, and given how pathetically I die, I don’t think I would trust anyone ever again. What is this? I’m still alive? What is this place? Why can’t I see? Species: Autotrophic Prokayote It looks like I have a long way to becoming human. Then again, why would I want to become human? To hell with humanity and the drama that comes with it. *Author Note: I am Whatsawhizzer, the original and only author of these books. This is a Whatsawhizzer Web Novel approved account. You can verify in my copyright here https://whatsawhizzerwebnovels.com/copyright/ which includes a link to these works. So, I appreciate the support, but please stop accusing me of plagiarizing myself and certainly stop reporting my account. Thanks.

Nathan, a boy with whose race was not determined , a race that is a result of the greed of a few demons and celestials alike,but in Nathan's situation, his was totally different. A soul that's not complete yet is strong enough to make creatures and powerhouses beyond the immortal transcendent plane to be wary of his existance. He retrieves and restores the lost fragments of his soul as he fights with his life always on the line. Existances with the power to anihilate a whole universe in just a single breath without using even 20% of their power were forced to be wary of a boy whose lineage and origin was unknown to many with an aura of a pure peerless Monarch, whose presence and words alone can make gods cower in fear of uncertainty. He had the power to become an existence with unfathomable might and power. An existence that laws that bind the universe can be bent at his will. An absolute powerhouse who chose to forge his own path and destiny with his own hands, blood and effort from the ground up. Who would dare challenge him when mere powerhouses who claim to be gods will be vulnerable against him. Not even powerhouses beyond the god realm. ......... "You carry the blood of a Celestial god, the blood of The Demon Queen and yet you die in this pitiful manner. Pathetic, with those two powerful bloodlines you could have ruled all seven realms and realities yet look at you" Said a voice deep within Nathan's being.It resounded again. "Rise, celestial warlock and rule like the true Monarch you are!! ..... [ Skill unlocked Skill name: Devine Monachory{ level 1} Description: You are the first existence to achieve a skill of this magnitude. You have forged a path only you can walk with pain and hardship...... ...] [ all skills have undergone a change. Congratulations you have ................. Congratulations you have ................. Congratulations you have .................] The description alone was unlike he had seen before. Now He knew the Journey has just bagan, he now had the power to transcend the celestial realm to what layed beyond it. DISCLAIMER: Covers not mine

"You will never be strong enough," her father would sneer, tossing her aside like a broken doll. "Pathetic. It's even a shame you are still alive," her adopted sister would wish her death everyday. "Stay inside, where you belong," her brothers would taunt, barring every door because Ivelle was not allowed to go outside due to her perceived vulnerability and threat of otherworldly powers. But the whispers of Duke Raven reached her ears, a legend of a man both feared and revered. "He is a monster," her maid said. "A monster of darkness." Ivelle's curiosity burned brighter than her fear. "Monster of darkness?" She wondered gazing at the moonlit sky from her window. Everything became really scary when she was forced to marry the "Monster of Darkness" and eventually died. But fate had other plans. She was reborn—reborn in her own body, with a chance to change herself and her destiny, determined not to repeat the mistakes of the past. Can she change her fate and find her true strength, or will history repeat itself?

[Ding!] [System Binding....] [10...20...30...%&...@#,,,] [Unknown Error! Unknown Error!] [System unable to bind successfully] [Invoking the emergency protocol] "Hey, System!" "System! Where are you?" [Host bound to the Lotus World Providence] [Host has gained eternal life] "Hell yeah!" Sigh! "That was me... 10 years ago..." "Now..." He took a deep breath and shook his head dejectedly. Su Yen transmigrated to the Lotus World with high hopes after receiving his system and gaining eternal life. "It's my time to rule the world!" However, his grand ambitions came crashing down when he realized his system was nothing more than a knockoff. "Who on earth created this pathetic knockoff system?!" Sigh! "At least, I can live forever and enjoy my life without ruling the world." Once again, his naive thoughts were shattered when he realized the world was not as peaceful as he thought. He needs to increase the world's providence to enjoy this life or else... He'll be damned to eternal suffering. "System! I don't want eternal life again!" "Please make me mortal!" He cried. It was then he realized the importance of power. You need strength to get what you want, but too much strength is also a curse, especially when the Bloodmoon Envoy arrives... They start killing the strongest ones. Su Yen, being immortal, wasn't scared of the Bloodmoon Envoys, but what about his loved ones? And what about the world providence? Now, in the Lotus World where everyone is terrified of breakthroughs, What can he do? Too much talent is a curse. Lack of talent is also a curse. "What kind of a messed-up world is this?" Su Yen is in a dilemma about what to do with his life in this complicated world. However, everything changes when his clan is on the brink of destruction. He must make a decision. "Who cares about the world?" "But no one dares to touch my clan and loved ones."

Evan G Swan es el miembro de la generación 26ta generación de la familia de la rama más ignorada del clan dracónico Midnight de dragones oscuros por lo que él era la parte más débil de una generación inexistente en el árbol familiar solo conocido por sus tia y su medio hermano / pseudo-primo que lo odian y es básicamente dependiente y criado por su padre. Vive en un pueblo alejado donde su vida cambia cuando él tenía 20 años conoció a Clarissa Sourfell. Aquella bruja quería aprovecharse de an para cumplir una profecía que implica que el sea usado como sacrificio para traer al dragón del apocalipsis Evangedon. Ése evento implica el despertar de la forma diaconice de Evan que es el dragón corrupto Evangelion.

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL ROMANTIC THRILLER  ......... The feeling of being trapped in closed space is terrifying however to be trapped in one's own body is a nightmare. Their consciences are both filled with remorse and shame, drowning them in misery. When an ex soldier with dark history gets accosted by the Predator in Paradise, she suppresses her weaknesses to be a survivor. Humanity Fear Remorse Principles He was a victim, escalating into an unstable parasite with an unsatiated craving for blood and pain. ~An evil is not born ~Agony molds you ~Numbs your feelings A hardcore evil is born as one suffers where redemption and retribution is all that he can desire... Some sins can be irreversible Will he lose his chance to atone for his crimes and quench his dolour? She is cynical and despises having episodes of emotional meltdown. She became familiar with the slow and overwhelming pain when there is no closure. She is his perfect match. She drives him toward insanity. Beautifully broken, both having scars staining the soul.  Pain soothes agony. ......... His pov I believe my heart has been devoid of love and affection since then. Not a single soul knew about my miserable life, the pathetic life of this lone wolf, the Ive Michaelson who brags around with his immense power and inhumane heart. The aftermath of that horrible incident was me lying on that cold floor. I dragged my butterfly knife to my wrist. I carved vertical lines which meant I'd bled faster and die faster. People who cut horizontally across the wrists in light lines never really wanted to die subconsciously. They fear death. But I knew better. I meant business. I had cut a deeper slash than last time. But I can't die yet. I grabbed my arms attempting to stop the flow. I wrapped my handkerchief around it. But it won't hurt me to try. Maybe I'll succeed if it's my lucky day. ......... Her pov No human is deemed worthy for life in his eyes. He wet his lips and tilted his head to the side like a complete psychopath, lowering his head a bit. He was gawking at me with those amber eyes turned slightly red. He smiled. Inhumane. I felt fear. Cold fear. The same nauseated feeling came back as he kept that smile while the second tear left his eye. Pain and only pain was visible in them. "That's why you are special. Now I must return this favour askim" he whispered. That craziness surfacing little by little in his smile made it hard for me to breathe. He was sick. ......... I believe in liberal and non sexist views which are portrayed in this book. The male leads can be really fucked up & intrigue characters. The female leads are equally strong and evil. Each character has his own perspective & emotional experiences which mould him into the kind of individual he is & explain the reasons for his particular behaviors. CONTENT AND/OR TRIGGER WARNING: Scenes of drug use, sexual abuse, harassment, self harm, violence & mature language which may be triggering for some readers. I don't plagiarize others otherwise it's purely coincidental.

Be kind to the "target" to avoid condemnation? Use your "knowledge of otome games" to live as a commoner in hiding? ...Pathetic. Find a lover better than your fiancé and have them take revenge? --Leaving your fate in the hands of others is utterly laughable. Friendship and love are unnecessary. If it's for revenge, I'll bow my head, but I will always crush them all later, without fail. This is the story of Gloria, a villainous noblewoman who is wholly dedicated to revenge. Gloria, of the Duke of Caldwell's family, was accused of injuring the saint who had received the crown prince's true love at her graduation party. Then, she was framed for another crime she didn't commit and was executed. She died cursing everything in this world that had wronged her, but when she woke up, she was ten years old again, revived. At the same time, a ghost from another world appeared, saying, "This is the world of otome games, and Gloria is a villainous lady." But instead of ignoring it, she made the ghost submit and decided to live her second life solely for revenge. Tn: If you want to see more chapter of this story, please join my Patreon, for $5 each month, you can read all of the available chapter. Patreon Account: patreon.com/LuoJiyu

Tragedies are hard to love, but even harder to hate. I should know - I've read enough of them. Especially my favorite webnovel, where kingdoms fall one by one, and the Hero's arrival is more curse than blessing. It was just fiction, something to read at 3 AM. Then my phone's screen got too bright. Now I'm stuck in my pajamas in, where my only weapons are a fitness band showing pathetically low stats and a phone whose signal bars warn me of approaching dangers. My curse? I know how six kingdoms fall, but not how the story ends. The first kingdom is about to fall. And I'm right in the middle of it. "Another human seeking refuge with the Demon Army? What skills do you even have?" Sometimes, to survive a tragedy, you have to pick the side everyone calls evil. [A story of survival, betrayal, and the fine line between heroes and villains. Updates daily.]

Laurel Hayes was just an ordinary high school student until mysterious vortexes appeared and unleashed monsters upon the world, turning her life into a nightmare. Barely surviving the chaos with her boyfriend Luka, Laurel awakens to find him a famous hunter, while she’s left behind with her pathetic body as everyone move forward. Determined to catch up, she dies in a relentless pursuit of power—only to wake up again, and again. Trapped in a time loop, Laurel’s obsession with Luka pushes her to madness and murder, but in her fourth life, she chooses a different path thinking about focusing on surviving but ended up discovering new things that makes her goal seems out of reach.

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

I was reincarnated in a novel, yes, just as you hear it, but at least I was reincarnated as a handsome guy from one of the most important families in the empire; my life is already solved, right? I wish it was, the problem is that I was reincarnated as Arthur Reclesia, a useless bastard worthy of playing the villain who appears at the beginning to make the main character look good and then dies in a pathetic way, although if that was the only problem then it would be easy; just don't act like a jerk and that's it, but the Reclesia family I come from are not only traitors allied with the demons, but in the middle of the novel they are discovered and the whole family is massacred without leaving anyone alive. Damn, I didn't even finish reading the novel

"I, who was once the King of the Seven Kingdoms, hailed as the strongest of all men, now find myself trapped in the body of a loser—and, to add insult to injury, a rapist. The fact that I can't just buff up this pathetic body with a bit of exercise and become strong again is another cruel twist of fate. Why, you ask? Because I can't use the very magic that people in this world rely on. Tsk, how on earth am I supposed to regain my former glory now? Guess I'll have to get creative with this 'loser' body of mine."

They deserve what happens to them. Ever since they enslaved us, ever since they shackle us underground to bring them their ore or chain above ground to harvest their grain. We suffered, while they fattened their bellies. No more, now we deserve justice. We will ravage through their countryside, we shall burn their homes, and slaughter their young. For now, our rebellion has begun. The time of my people’s slavery ends with me for I will lead my people to greatness. The Cinari will do anything to stop me, with their ancient war machines and pathetic armies. But I will push them back and claim what is rightfully mine. We built their Empire with our blood and tears. It is time we take it back. When I was a slave, they called me M-24:6. But as a free man, they know me as Marak. Content warning: This story mentions and features mature content. Which includes sexual assault, torture, gore, genocide, slavery, racism, and more. (Book 1 of 2 of the Capital series) (New chapters every Thursday)

"Impossible! Did he evolve that pathetic Lv1 Wolf in a Lv100 Demon Lord?" "Forget that little puppy dearest immortal, look at this SSS-ranked sword that has been lost since the Edo Tensei Harem era!" — After dying on his way to work one Monday morning, Bob reincarnated in Retribution Online — a roguelike where he would never die, coming back stronger after death. After skipping the great tutorial, and dying in his first run, he unlocked two overpowered developer haxs! Facing a powerful foe? Underlevel them. Need a powerful ally? Overlevel them! Wait a second. There is this legendary supreme ultimate godly immoral staff hidden in the lair of the most feared Moon Divine Emperor? I'll have my army of Lv100 mobs deal with that issue. Witness his meteoric rise to the top! His goal to become the greatest gaming legend to have ever lived— after he escaped this labyrinth of eldritch abominations. —— What to expect: OP MC with OP ARMY! NO NTR/YURI/INCEST NOT FAST-PACED MC IS NOT HIDING STRENGTH VILLAIN/MORALLY WEAK MC Do not expect: Caricature Characters Pokemon Harem Forced Romance MC is touchy with killing Kind, Loving, and Clueless MC -- Patreon Support: https://www.patreon.com/maxholmes460 Power Stone Goals: 200 PS: Weekly 1 Bonus Chapters (on Sundays) Golden Ticket Goals: 80 GT: Weekly 2 Bonus Chapters (on Sundays) Magic Castle or Higher Super Gift: up to 5 Bonus Chapters (in 3 Days)

In a world where the villains awaited calamities. A world where every single law seemingly opposed them. Devilizing. A popular Chinese novel known for its protagonist, a completely cracked and one-dimensional one. For some reason, I found myself in such a world, as a villain, a strong yet pathetic one. To change my fate, all I could do was run, as far away as I can. Till when? That question still bothered me. My survival instincts started amplifying as they told me to get stronger. But... Could I reveal my strength? No, that'd lead to a bad ending. Could I hide my strength? No way, that's even worse. Could I Just cultivate in seclusion forever? Unfortunately, I didn't have a system that would provide me with enough resources. As a result of my fight for survival... I realised I had slowly... slowly turned into that man from those paragraphs. ... ... ... Ahem. I will continue this novel. I've been planning this for about two years now, but I feel like it's a bit too overwhelming to write, as a new author. That's why I'll continue this after getting some experience. It'd be better if you don't read the 10 chapters as I'll edit it anyway.

In the distant past, I was cursed by my dealings. I had been cursed to continuously live a different life from the previous one, And now it's already my 10th life. Now that it's my 10th life, I have been born as an imperial princess, namely, Amelia Noelani Francoise Elysion that is forced to marry a pathetic king of a small neighboring kingdom. My older brother is the emperor, so I guess that should be appropriate for a princess. "I love you, my dear Adelle." "Adelle is so happy." Still, I wondered if my good-for-nothing husband would die after being assassinated, either because she had cheated on his wife or for some other reason. Just when I was thinking about that, a letter came to me and had announced that my big brother and second brother had been assassinated. Then, as the next in line to the throne, the emperor will be me...or it would be passed on to my stupid husband. Any title I may inherit will go to my husband under our marriage contract. So, I have decided to not let this happen until the day I die once again. "I need to get divorced and become the emperor myself." With that, I have decided to act like a villain in order to successfully get divorced from him. I have said everything I wanted to say to my husband in order to achieve my goal of becoming the conqueror of the continent. "If you had waited one more day, the continent would've been yours. Your regrets end here, my dear Evanovich." When he realized the truth, it was already too late. Then, I spoke to my ex-husband who had his mouth agape. "I told you to keep your head straight. Didn't you understand me?"

Prologue - "You are nothing but a toy to be used and discarded, even your parents didn't wanted a pathetic child like you" he sneered mockingly. "Thanks for reminding me that " she said in a calm voice. Because she know he is right, nobody gonna love her. It doesn't matter whatever hurtful things he or others says. In her 18 year of life everybody used her for their benefits then threw her away like a trash can. ~~~~~~ Ezra Hart gets married to a heartless Elijah Sinclair who's born with a golden spoon . Who thinks every poor person are schemers and could do anything for money. Ezra Hart is an introvert girl. She never says no to help her foster family, in order to repay their kindness for raising her, ahe agrees to a three years contractual marriage with Elijah Sinclair. But it was a real marriage for Ezra. Even though Elijah made sure that she was nothing to him but a tool to achieve his goals and didn't let go of a chance to torment and hurt her. What happens when she had enough of his torments and move on in her life with his child in her womb. Will she ever forgive him? Will he ever realise his mistakes before it's to late? ~~ Need to know more about what gonna happen. So hop on in the journey of Ezra and Elijah. Let's see what their fate has decided for them. PS:- This is my original work not some kind of plagiarism. Book cover doesn't belong to me, if it's your you can tell me . Others then that all copyrights belong to me. (Yes me) And If you try to steal my work then I'm gonna have 'Truck-Sama' find you and if he find you_____(If you know you know).

Synopsis When I was 13 years old, my entire family committed suicide by driving full speed off a thirty foot bridge. Morbid, I know. Unfortunately, they deemed themselves unfit to live and ended it the only way they knew how. They had gotten themselves stuck in something deep and dark with a couple of the demons around our neighborhood and their contract was coming due. So at the age of only 13, I was left to fend for myself and survive in a world full of werewolves and demons. My name is Claire Summers and my family had once ran one of the most powerful werewolf packs in North America. That is, however, only because of a contract held by a certain grey eyed demon. After their deaths, the pack diminished to almost nothing. The spell cast upon the pack members had been lifted and they saw no reason to stick around. I was left with no one to support me and I was forced to find my own way through life. My title as the Alpha's daughter slowly slipped back to Omega in a matter of hours. Nobody wanted anything to do with me. I was a freak in their eyes. They were embarrassed of me, I humiliated them. The Alpha's daughter was supposed to be strong and lead the pack when her parents couldn't and I wasn't able to. I was an Omega at heart. I always had been, no matter the spell the demon put on everyone. I was an Omega and they were finally beginning to see that. I was weak, pathetic, unloved, and an outcast. Everyone despised me. People who I thought of as family members disowned me. For the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone. Until I met him. CREDIT __ LIZ

This tells a story of how a seemingly undisturbed loner got summoned, along with his entire class, into another world as heroes. But here's the twist—he was a mistake. Labeled as the trashiest hero in history, watch how Jay, the worst hero of all time with his cheat-like abilities, back-slaps the demon lords into dust, one-shots gods, and mockingly face-slaps the so-called ancient ones into oblivion. Well, you think I'm trash? Okay, let me just summon a star real quick to show you how pathetic and weak a trash like me can be.