Nene At God'S Mercy

They shattered him. Now he’ll make them kneel. Born to cruelty. Raised in shadows. Betrayed by blood. He lived a life of silence—beaten by his parents, mocked by classmates, and used as a pawn to save a brother who never looked back. When he finally dared to hope, they locked him away and ended him like he was nothing. But something ancient was watching. Not out of mercy—but curiosity. Dragged back from death by a god who feeds on rage, he’s given a single gift: the right to rise. Dropped into a brutal world where strength writes the law, he doesn't seek justice or peace. He wants the throne—and he’ll carve his name into the bones of anyone who stands in his way. Posting Daily! Add to Library to not miss any chapters! Discord server: https://discord.gg/eJ9eWe7x

Tác giả: Hairo15 Thể loại: siêu nhiên, viễn tưởng, hành động,... Giới thiệu có Chapter 0 để thay thế. (Bộ truyện đầu tay. Đây chỉ là câu chuyện của 1 nhân vật đươc dùng để luyện tay trước khi viết về góc nhìn của nhân vật có vai trò quan trọng hơn.) Đã chỉnh sửa nội dung các chap từ 4-12

19-year-old billionaire genius Zane Mercer is bored—until he's dragged into the God’s Game, a brutal apocalypse where monsters roam, humanity is numbered, and divine beings gamble on their survival. Armed with a broken system and a mind sharper than any blade, Zane does the unthinkable: he plays the Game like a player, not a pawn. While others fight to survive, he hunts for the rules behind the chaos plotting not just to win, but to beat the game itself. Now the gods are watching. Especially the one who made the Game. And Zane? He's just getting started. --- “I Upload Randomly but at least 2 Chapters a day”

rhinoguy's ascension to god hood

Betrayed by those he trusted and slain at the peak of his power, Li Wei, once a prodigious cultivator, meets a cruel end in his past life. But fate has grander plans. Reborn into a new era, Li Wei awakens with memories of his former life—his pain, his triumphs, and above all, his rage. Chosen by the Supreme God of the Nine Realms as his successor, he is bestowed with divine powers and a mysterious inheritance that places him above the laws of heaven and hell. As old enemies rise and ancient secrets unfold, Li Wei walks the path of vengeance, redemption, and divine ascension. With every battle, he climbs higher—not just to reclaim what was stolen from him, but to become the next Supreme God himself. In a world ruled by might and gods, only one can reign supreme. And this time, Li Wei will bow to no one.

Thirteen young adults vanished across the globe. One moment they were walking, studying, scrolling. The next — gone. No footprints. No signal. No sound. A week later, they returned. Not to their homes, but to every screen on Earth. Each now standing in a complete new world — broadcast live 24/7, their lives turned into a spectacle no one can look away from. Some try to survive. Some try to dominate. Some think they're the heroes of a story that's already being written. Aslan isn't one of them Just a realist — the kind who understands that the brighter a star burns, the faster it runs out of fuel

After millennia of silent observation, the Omni-Creator, Ravi Sharma, had seen enough. His magnificent creation, humanity, had festered into a cesspool of arrogance, cruelty, and unbridled sin. Disgusted, enraged, He chose a path unheard of: to descend. Not as a radiant god, but into the frail shell of a mortal weakling, born into the deepest, darkest slum of a world drowning in its own filth. He would walk among them, feel their depravity, taste their despair. And then? Judgment. Brutal, absolute, and personal. Each sinner, from the petty thug to the sanctimonious king, would face His divine wrath. The very foundations of the world will tremble with every step He takes, every decree He utters. As His true, terrifying power bleeds through His mortal guise, the strong will kneel, the corrupt will shatter, and women of immense power and beauty will be inexplicably drawn to His overwhelming aura, forming a harem bound by awe, fear, and intoxicating desire. This is not a story of a hero. This is the chronicle of a Creator's reclamation, a dark saga of divine retribution. This is The Slum God's Decree. Will you bear witness, or be judged?

One day, the gods descended from the heavens to mingle with humanity, renouncing their relative immortality and blending with their children. Five hundred years have passed since that event, and now humanity has adapted to the presence of the gods. In homage to this, Da'at Academy was founded—a school for reincarnated goddesses and gods. Until now, only deities could enroll. Arthur won the lottery, becoming the first human to be admitted in some mysterious way. However, he now has to share a room with the goddess Cleopatra, who harbors a deep hatred for all humans. Will Arthur manage to survive this? Based on Character of Atis Brat Princess: Cleopatra- Hatefull Goddess

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please…don't do this,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. "But you chased me all the way back!" her lips met his crushing her mouth with a forceful kiss burning her up. She groaned trying to free herself but it was a futile attempt. Dragging her to bed as she tried another futile attempt to escape he stripped her with rough yet controlled hands. "You could've casted me out of there. Gotten married to your ex. You had a better choice given," he kissed her collarbone. " But here you are laying beneath me as it was that night. When you were just a clueless innocent virgin." he grinned sarcastically. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper still trying to move away from his touch. "It useless to defy me. Now this is the only place left for you." And he reclaimed her with burning passion rendering her attempts to refuse him and escape him futile. ----->>>>> Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But worse yet the man who she was supposed to be wedded was replaced by a more ruthless hound. A more agonizing revelation that he was a slave with empty title in name. The white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?

Dearest Reader, this very story is one created for those who like stories. Mary is apparently reborn, despite not remembering her prior life. A voice is ringing inside her head, calling her the protagonist of the world. In the fantasy world she is living in from this point on, Mary is taking on a journey of emotions and magic. She is accompanied by a great number of people, most notably the seemingly omniscient voice which only she can hear. A meta-fictional story about stories, writing tropes and fiction itself.

When the world turned its back on God, faith became a forgotten relic—until the Players were chosen. In a world teetering on the edge of Judgment Day, each religion selects champions known as Players—warriors gifted with divine power, chosen to fight for the souls of humanity. Christianity, once powerful, now stands nearly erased… until a forgotten boy is called to rise. Max Potelo, a 16-year-old marked by tragedy and purpose, receives his Holy Gift and a mission directly from Heaven: Redeem the world. Bring souls back to Christ. Before it’s too late. But the battlefield is ruthless. Standing in Max’s way are corrupted gods, demonic kings, and the terrifying #1 Player—The God Slayer, bearer of death and destroyer of faith. Satan himself pulls the strings, sending plagues, illusions, and false prophets to twist the world’s heart. Max isn’t just fighting for believers. He’s fighting for atheists, skeptics —because every soul matters. And the countdown to Judgment Day has already begun. This is more than a war of power. It’s a war for eternity. Will Max restore the kingdom of Christ, or fall to the darkness like the Players before him?

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past* Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. "Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a near-revering state. "And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. "Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_. (*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*) "Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence. "Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd. Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. *In a distinct chatter* "Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance..... "No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. "Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good! "Oi-" "With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics! "You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile. "Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. ".....politics?" "Yeah" "Ohyoumotherfu-" *with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene* -- [AN's Promise] "Well, let's experience as many beautiful love stories as possible~" [A lovely bundle of fluffy love stories] -- AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T). Credits to the artist. I write with my phone so there could be typos, thank you! (Honest thoughts: Goddamn the art is goooood!! of course, I have edited it to link my novel to it, but DAYAM!!) •••• Golden Tickets [+5] = +1 Chapters Golden Tickets [+10] = +2 Chapters Golden Tickets [+20] = +3 Chapters Golden Tickets [+50] = +4 Chapters Golden Tickets [+100] = +5 Chapters

A curse. That's what she is. A pitiful, girl who can't forget the past and face the future. As she is slowly forgotten by everyone she is closest to, she is left alone to endure her pain in silence... until a spirit joins her side and forms a contract that will ensure she is never alone again.

In the war-torn world of Trucia, the invasion of Greskee, ruthless creatures who decimate anyone and anything in sight starts a war against the Trucians. The losing Trucians, burdened by the heavens and the earth, pray for a man to help them, and a legend begins, one which will last in the memory of everybody for millennia to come.

In every apocalypse story Zane ever read, humanity evolved—unlocking powers just in time to survive. But when the real apocalypse struck, nothing happened. No miracles. No awakenings. Just silence, death, and the slow unraveling of civilization. Born into one of the most powerful families on Earth—the second, unwanted son of the President of the United States—Zane should’ve lived a life of privilege. Instead, he was a secret. An embarrassment. Ignored at home. Bullied at school. Invisible to the world. When everything collapsed, people clung to power and bloodlines to survive. Zane was cast into Zone F—the lowest of the low—while his family took shelter in the fortified sanctuary of Zone SS+. It was a death sentence. But fate had other plans. A Gemini monster emerged. And just as Zane braced for death, a portal ripped open—dragging him before a being more ancient and powerful than anything on Earth. In a realm beyond pain and time, he was broken, rebuilt, and reborn. Trained to kill. Forged into a weapon. Now he’s back—a walking disaster. No longer weak. No longer invisible. And no longer merciful. The world now runs on strength—one ruled by monsters, might, and the brutal Interplanetary Awakeners Tournament [IAT] where the strong devour the weak. After a lifetime of being cast aside, why would Zane save anyone? Why show mercy to those who never gave him a second glance? Can a world that never showed mercy survive a man who’s forgotten how to give it? ERROR 001: Mercy Not Found The apocalypse was just the beginning. Zane Walker became the end.

Kurohana High was just another prestigious school tucked away in the quiet suburbs—until an anonymous message appeared in the class group chat: “Welcome to the Game. Task #1 begins now.” No one took it seriously… until the first student died. Now, trapped in an invisible nightmare with no way out, Class 10-B is forced to participate in a brutal, twisted series of tasks. Some are personal. Some are public. Some demand betrayal. Some demand blood. One mistake means death—and the Game never forgives. Behind every rule lies a punishment. Behind every friendship, a fracture. And watching it all from the shadows… something that isn't quite human. But there is one promise: Survive all tasks, and any wish you desire will be granted. In a classroom turned execution chamber, trust is a weapon—and survival is the cruelest game of all.

(Warning - Contains Gore, non-consensual Sex, Violence) One of the Twelve Gods bestows a divine blessing on every child, a gift that establishes their value, strength, and direction. These blessings frequently elevate nobles. Alane, the Duke's first son, was foretold to be the next legendary chosen one—a unique blessing bestowed upon one person per generation. He will supposedly receive it from the Sun, the most revered deity. Everyone loved him. However, something went wrong on the day of his Rite of Ascension. Indeed wrong. His prayers went unanswered, and he received no blessings—not even common blessings—from any of the gods. He was thus labeled a Devil. His own parents and people imprisoned him. He cried and pleaded as they tortured him. After that, when his younger brother gets chosen one from Sun God. Alene was sold into slavery. Alane felt broken, alone, and deceived. He wants to kill everyone who has mistreated him, including the gods. At any rate, That's what keeping him alive, by any means. Then one day he met someone who, like him, needed to exact revenge. The 13th dead god. He thus received chosen blessings, but unlike other chosen ones, he was not strong or powerful. But it's more like a curse, yet it's key to his revenge.

"He sold his soul to save his daughter. Now Heaven will learn to fear his love." Shattered legend Lariat Blanc traded theft for fatherhood—until the Black Emporium torched his peace, stole daughter Beth, and gave him six months to deliver four unholy relics or hear her die. Drowning in blood from his broken Golden Core, Blanc bargains with ex-partner Bonny Clyde for a cursed scroll. Its vampiric oath: “By Blood Gain freedom, and By Freedom Lose it All.” He awakens ravenous. Saints bleed. Cathedrals shatter. Angels flee his shadow. Awakened and Talented shiver in dispare. Love fuels his monstrous crusade. The Emporium wanted relics. They unleashed God’s Nightmare.

In the daylight, he’s invisible. In the dark, he rules everything. Alexis Prince is a broke college student with nothing but a second-hand laptop and a passion for complex strategy games. His masterpiece? World Domination — a brutal sandbox simulation where players build empires, manipulate nations, and rewrite the global balance of power. But Alexis doesn’t play like the others. He builds a silent myth. God’s Axis — a hidden, all-powerful organization that controls the world from the shadows. No names. No traces. No mistakes. After three years, he completes the game’s final mission... and everything changes. The screen doesn't fade. The system awakens. And the organization he created in pixels begins to exist in the real world. Now armed with elite combat reflexes, deadly marksmanship, and a custom gold pistol named Seraphim, Alexis inherits total command of a myth that shouldn’t exist — and a world that has no idea who truly controls it. No superpowers. No fantasy. Just intelligence, loyalty, silence… and fear. > The gods don’t speak. They operate in shadow. And they wear a crown no one sees. Disclaimer God’s Axis is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, events, and dialogues portrayed in this novel are purely imaginary and are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-world organizations, institutions, or events is purely coincidental. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. It does not promote conspiracy theories, vigilantism, or illegal activities. No real-world secret societies were harmed in the making of this book.

In a world where power flows from the ancient balance of Yin and Yang, five mighty clans rule the land, each drawing from spiritual forces older than time. But among them, one name has vanished into myth—the Shirogami Clan, beings said to carry the divine pulse of both forces in perfect harmony... until they were wiped out in a mysterious massacre. Ethan Takahara lives a peaceful life in the quiet town of Isari with his loving parents, Hana and Kaito, and his spirited little sister, Aya. He believes he's just an ordinary boy—aside from his strange crimson eyes and vivid dreams of forgotten gods and endless battlefields. But Ethan’s quiet world begins to shift. Whispers of war stir across the land, old powers awaken, and ancient seals begin to crack. As Ethan is drawn into the mysteries of his past and the hidden truths of the present, he must navigate a world of powerful clans, brutal trials, and gods long thought dead. What Ethan doesn’t know is this: inside him lies the final breath of a Creator, and a destiny forged in blood. The battle between balance and chaos is about to begin—and he is its last hope.

A college senior has to fight to survive when her world is flooded with mana and invaded by fantastical creatures. -------------------------------------------------- This is a novel about an outside force invading Earth and forcing humanity to fight to survive with the help of a system. I intend to write it as a physiological story following the protagonist who is in a deep depression and finds hope again as the world is ending. There will be a romance plot that is central to the story but it only starts about halfway through so if you want that wait like a year.

[ Vol.3 ] Lucius “Lucien” Cronus—a titan of time, innovation, and power—stands at the peak of a world he reshaped with genius time-fueled ambition. Yet every triumph is hollow, every bond an echo—because none can replace those he’s truly lost. When faint disturbances ripple through time, Lucien’s obsession reignites, pulling him toward a confrontation no invention can stop—and a fate no one can escape. [ Vol.1 ] Ren, a young clockmaker’s apprentice living in 1868 Japan, begins to experience strange visions—glimpses of people he’s never met and lives he’s never lived. When a girl from an elite family speaks words he’s only heard in dreams, Ren is pulled into a mystery that stretches beyond memory and time. As dangerous spirits appear and reality begins to shift, he must uncover the truth behind his visions before everything he knows begins to slip away.

In ancient times, gods lived among mortals, teaching them various things. Demons and monsters also thrived in the world, opposing the deeds of the divine. In modern times, however, such tales came to be regarded as mere fantasy by those who did not believe in the supernatural or higher beings. This is the story of Raghav, a teenager in the modern world, where the blessings of gods and the curses of monsters have once again been bestowed. Note:- This novel does not support or try to offend any kind of religion. We respect all beliefs and mythologies that exist in the world.

A legend has been sealed by the chain of eternal slumber. Evil wakens from a thousand years of sleep. The modern world we once knew, would they be able to withstand the attack? He is here. He is waking. He, the chosen one. For he has awakened.

Everyone screws up, even God. There are somethings that you can't fix your self. God reaches into the depths of hell and grabs a sinner named "Gears". Gears has a choice, fix Gods mistakes or go back to hell.

In the depths of the abyss, where light dares not tread, I weave tales of power, vengeance, and destiny. Follow my journey as I bring forth the rise of the Dark Sovereign. Witness the fall of empires and the birth of legends. Welcome to the realm of shadows.

In a world overrun by interdimensional monsters—where cities fall like dominoes and humanity clings to absurd hope—military academies train superpowered teens to save the day. But what about the ones without powers? They get a pat on the back, a backpack full of expired rations… and are thrown to the front lines as glorified distractions. They’re called “the losers.” Kade is one of them. Or at least, he should be. He has no magic, no strength, no charm, and no particularly strong will to live. What he does have is a ridiculous strategic mind… and the emotional range of a tired rock. Every time they send him to die, he survives. No one knows how. Not even him. And it's starting to annoy the wrong people. Until an SSS-class monster—powerful enough to erase a city with a yawn—finds him. And instead of killing him, it decides to turn him into a personal experiment: Authority: Update. A skill that allows him to boost himself… and any useless nobody under his command. Like being the admin of an RPG full of level 1 characters… and zero resources. But the system adapts to the personality of its user. Which means Kade is constantly trolled by a guide-like entity… that thinks exactly like him. “Train them. Make them stronger. When I return, I want to fight you.” “Seriously, don’t you have anyone better to bother?” Now Kade is stuck leading the worst squad in the academy: Nearsighted cowards, spoiled noble brats, a girl who spontaneously combusts… And himself—who doesn’t even want to be here. He’s not doing it for revenge. Not for redemption. Not even to survive. Just because… dying sounds more exhausting.