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Gamma-Born: The Rise of Scarragon's Outcast

So picture this: you wake up in a rusty, beetle-shaped contraption sliding sideways across a murder-dune in a place called Scarragon. Your shoulder is basically shredded toast, your memory's fuzzy, and there’s absolutely no customer service in sight. That was Grahilo’s morning. Then things got weird. After limping through the desert like a very angry tumbleweed, he spots a glowing green orb chilling in the sand like it’s waiting for a meet-cute. The orb hypnotizes him. Forces him to swallow it. Cue excruciating cosmic body reboot. There’s screaming, convulsing, and then—boom. New upgrade unlocked: silver hair, neon eyes, and gamma veins that look like someone installed a nuclear reactor in his circulatory system. After that? He tests out his fancy powers. Accidentally punches the ground so hard it opens an ancient ruin. Then he raises his hand and materializes a black dagger with green runes and “probably haunted” vibes. Grahilo officially levels up from "lost desert guy" to "walking superhero origin story." Kirigaar, the city that kicked him out like last season's leftovers? They’re about to regret that. Grahilo vows to leave Scarragon completely and start fresh in a new country. One small problem: the country is dealing with portal chaos. Monsters, energy signatures, things that snarl and break physics. Naturally, Grahilo decides to join the local defense force. And while he might not understand the rules, he’s got glowing eyes, punch magic, and void daggers. He’s the guy they didn’t ask for—but might just need. Expect mystical relics, combat training, teammates who aren’t sure if he's a threat or a miracle, and one gamma-born outcast rewriting his fate with every sarcastic thought and every step forward.
Blaster6940 · 3.1K Views

I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess

I’m Darius Moonlight, the bastard son of a rich noble family who used to live it up fucking whores and drinking myself stupid ‘til sunrise, or at least that used to live before i noticed i reincarnated with the memories of a previous life. And guess what? I woke up inside a godawful story I once read… as this very same character. But i'm not following the plot in a million years. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna bang every last villainess the dumbass MC killed! That’s right! If the protagonist slaughtered all the hot, badass side villain girls just to be a righteous prick, then I’ll spend this second life claiming them one by one. Why? BECAUSE I FUCKING HATE THE AUTHOR. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Some informations must be clarified in this section, so read this beforehand. This work is a smut novel, so certain chapters containing serious lemons will be featured. You have been warned. The novel contains Netori content, basically the MC gets some compromised ladies, but don't get cucked. There demi-humans partners, like ferals, vampires, demons, draconics and others. We have Harem and Some Spicy Yuri Later. Theres no system. Theres no Incest (sorry my stepsister lovers) And no hypnosis, mind control or use of drugs for sex purposes, the protagonist at least don't use it, hehehe. Enjoy.
GachiGachi_Frog · 37K Views

From Trash to Lord of Thunder: The Rise of the Cursed Extra

"Did I reincarnate as a doomed extra? Hell no! Time to rewrite this script!" Charles was just a college kid glued to his gaming console until he woke up as Rian Cole, the punching bag of the ruthless Storm Clan. His power? Zapping things with electricity! But, to Charles’ dismay, Rian’s body has a mind of its own, short-circuiting every time he tries to throw a punch. In the original story, Rian Cole was cursed with wild, uncontrollable electric powers. Shunned, beaten, and tossed aside as cannon fodder to buy time for the clan leader battling the world’s hero. But Charles isn’t here to play the victim. With no system, no cheats, and a body that seems to prank him at every turn, Charles is ready to prove a "nobody" can flip the game board. The clan despises him, rivals underestimate him, and the battle arenas want him six feet under. But amid the chaos, they show up: girls as stunning as they are deadly, joining his wild ride. First, a stepsister with an angelic face and viper-like schemes, all under the guise of "protecting" him. Second, a quirky warrior who fights hard and teases harder, keeping Charles on his toes in ways he can’t keep track of. The third and fourth girls? You’ll have to read to find out. The ecchi is sizzling, and the harem’s brewing, even if Charles can barely stay upright! WARNING: The story kicks off fast with back-to-back battles, but it won’t always be a slugfest. (There’s downtime for romance and laughs to shine.) Despite the Murim-style outfits and ranks, this tale unfolds in a modern world like ours, packed with elemental powers, magic, and innate abilities. Explicit +18 scenes spark up after chapter 100, clearly marked with a (+18) tag. And yeah, the story dives into fetishes—think feet, butts, boobs, and more... NO NTR. NO YURI. DAILY UPDATES!!
EiranQ · 146K Views

Reaping Devil

Orion was a homeless orphan living in the human settlement Central. The boy was, for lack of a better word, stupid—not because he lacked intelligence (no, he was actually pretty normal intellectually speaking), but what else would you call a person who smiled after getting beat to a pulp?! Stupid! STUPID THROUGH AND THROUGH! With his luck too, he was constantly getting beaten—punched by thieves, punched by beggars, punched by beggar thieves! But somehow, as long as he came out alive by the end, he thought it was a win. To him, the thrill of throwing himself into a helpless situation and coming out on top was exhilarating—the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the sweat running down his skin, the body aching from overuse. It was all so miserable, but somehow, when everything passed, he felt a rush of exstasy that surpassed all pain endured. Until the day came when he was met with a truly terrifying enemy. But he was used to it—steadying his resolve, analyzing the environment, and planning how to survive. But there was no surviving then. There was only death, and that was what awaited him. So he died… But he lived. And now, he was faced with two options for the future: help save humanity from doom, or aid its destruction. Note 1: HEAVILY inspired by Shadow Slave, this novel is an attempt at giving G3's masterpiece some of my own ideas. Not tagged as fanfiction because the story doesn’t happen in the same universe as Shadow Slave. Note 2: This storyu will skip a bit of context, but please take things at face value at first, i'll explain everything at the right time, i just don't want to give everybody walls of text of world building every 2 paragraphs.
Me_Really · 3.8K Views

Re: The System's Harvester

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.
Commander_843 · 3.4K Views
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