Astd Guts

At the end of the road, in the throes of despair and impending death, Le Yu shouted defiantly: "If you have the guts, then kill me." The enemy sneered and said: "I've never heard such a strange request." Le Yu died. Then Le Yu came back to life, living in the enemy's body. This is a story where being killed means possessing the killer. "Why are the ones who kill me always some enigmatic, cunning figures with complicated backstories and numerous impending quests? Why aren't there some honest, wealthy, lady-charmer winners in life coming to kill me!?"

Alpha Kieran Never Took the Same Woman Twice... Until Her! Exiled. Betrayed. Broken. Autumn knew love was a luxury,a blunt lie...until the most ruthless Alpha in the realm claimed her as his mate… only to publicly reject and humiliate her before his entire pack. But when the moon rises, his hands tell a different story. Night after night, he drags her into his bed, his teeth grazing her throat as he growls: "You are my property, little thief.Never forget that!" Secrets lurk beneath his cruelty. Lies poison their bond. And when Autumn discovers her long dead sister is alive...and wearing Kieran’s mark.. she will have to choose - Trust fate, trust the Moon Goddess who never favoured her. Or trust her guts! [ Disclaimer : There might be scenes that resemble or are near r*pe scenes. But definitely not in the exemplary way. They are there for a reason in the story. It reflects some reality of the brutal world they live in. It unfolds as we move ahead. If it bothers you, please stay away. And please keep in mind, this is a story about a kickass female lead, despite all her suffering, she still kicks balls. So if you want someone whimpering, shy submissive...stay away from the book. One more thing to keep in mind is the fact that Alpha Kieran isn't our typical 'hero' material. He has a disturbing past, is morally gray sometimes, takes rash decisions... And is severely flawed... But definitely this creates a massive scope for growth and character arch ( you are free to hate him but give him a chance to tell his story as he lives through the highs and the lows) . PS : This book will gradually introduce you to other supernatural creatures and lores that might not be typically connected to werewolf books. Though the story primarily follows a single love story, it is plot driven. Which means you will be introduced to several supporting characters on the way. So keep an open mind and try to immerse yourself in the experience. ( keep a look out for bonus side stories too ) Now, if you are ready...grab your seat belts and lets go on a ride. #HappyReading everyone

Kota Sakamoto—virgin weeb, social reject, and hentai game addict—gets sucked into a perverted dungeon world straight out of Carnal Labyrinth EX, the 18+ erotic strategy game he secretly 100%-cleared. The catch? All eight of his hot classmates and their strict MILF teacher got dragged in with him. The other catch? They hate his guts. Worse still, this dungeon world is exactly like the game—every level a twisted, orgasm-fueled survival puzzle where failure means death by overstimulation, lust-monsters, or trap-triggered climaxes that literally drain your soul. He’s the only one who knows how to survive. They either listen to the virgin... or moan themselves to death. Bondage plants, lewd slime traps, fetish trials, and orgasm boss fights await—and the only way forward is obedience. What starts as reluctant cooperation turns into obsession, as each girl slowly falls for the boy they once mocked... …the virgin who’s now their dungeon master.

SIX YEARS AGO New York City The rain had a way of erasing things footprints, sins, promises. And that night, it washed everything away except the way she looked at him… like she'd already decided he didn't deserve to survive. Kian Donovan stood outside the crumbling steel doors of her father's company, the one he had helped build from the ground up, soaked to the bone, fingers clenched around the betrayal letter in his hand. His heart was pounding like war drums. Talia signed it. That was what gutted him more than the millions lost, more than the empire crumbling beneath his feet. It was her name, elegant and precise at the bottom of the document that burned like acid in his palm. He'd trusted her. Touched her. Loved her, and she sold him out. Not with bullets. Not with blood. But with a signature that stripped him of everything. The last thing he saw before the security guards threw him out was her face behind the glass expression unreadable, mouth slightly parted, but her eyes her eyes betrayed something crueler than hate. Regret? Guilt? No. Worse. Indifference. He disappeared after that. No press. No lawsuits. No mercy. Kian Donovan didn't die that night. But the man who loved her did.

Der Gott dieser Welt war wieder einmal wütend und frustriert geworden. Seine Welt sollte ihn unterhalten! Es sollte Spaß machen, zuzuschauen! Doch jeder Einzelne in seiner Welt übte die ganze Zeit nur Magie! Das war so langweilig! "Gut, das reicht. Ich brauche jemand anderen, jemanden, der tatsächlich etwas Originalität besitzt, um meiner Welt zu zeigen, dass es mehr gibt als nur Magie. Ich brauche jemanden, der bereit ist, sich selbst und andere auf seinem Weg zur Macht zu zerstören. Ich brauche jemanden, der unter keiner tödlichen Gefahr zusammenbricht." "Ich sollte mir diesen anderen Planeten ansehen. Ja, du!" Alex war ein ehemaliger Kämpfer, der versuchte, sich mit dem normalen Leben abzufinden. Leider endete sein Leben in einer Tragödie, aber bevor er ins Jenseits eintreten konnte, wurde er von einem Gott weggezogen, der möchte, dass er seine Welt in Ordnung bringt. Beobachte Alex, wie er die Welt der Magier dominiert und zum einzigen Schwertgott in einer Welt voller Magier wird!

Sieht gut aus: Check! OP-Fähigkeiten: Abgehakt! Face Slapping: Abgehakt! PP-Größe: Abgehakt! Lucien war mehr als bereit, sich in sein neues Abenteuer zu stürzen, um im Rahmen des Heaven's Gate-Projekts eine sterbende Welt vor der Zerstörung zu retten. Doch gerade als er in die Welt geschickt werden sollte, die er retten sollte, geschah ein Unfall, der seinen Schutzgott, den Gott der Spieler, dazu zwang, ein weiteres Risiko einzugehen, um das Leben des ausgewählten Kandidaten zu retten. Lucien, dessen neue Identität den Namen Lux trug, fand sich in einer Welt wieder, in der die Dunkelheit Licht und das Licht Dunkelheit sein konnte. Eine Welt, in der die Moral nur ein schmaler Grat zur Verderbtheit war und in der ein glückliches Ende nur erreicht werden konnte, indem man sich der Welt stellte und sie mit einer Legion der Unsterblichen schlug. ----------- Andere Geschichten des Autors. System's POV - Fortlaufend Stärkster Hexenmeister - Wizard World Irregular (Du wirst es nicht in meinem Profil sehen. Suchen Sie manuell danach. Zurzeit in Arbeit!) Reinkarniert mit dem stärksten System (abgeschlossen)

Coco Coison, after her untimely death at the hands of a fairy, finds herself transmigrated into the body of Coco Hughes, a woman with a troubled past. However, Coco was bestowed upon an ability: she was given abilities similar to Lala, a garden fairy, as compensation from Lala's sister. Eager to embrace her new life and start afresh in this unfamiliar world, Coco soon discovers that her new reality is far from what she wanted it to be. She encounters the four husbands of Coco Hughes, only to learn that they harbor deep resentment towards her due to Coco Hughes's abusive behavior— both physically and emotionally. Despite her intentions to lead a better life, Coco realizes that she must go through the complicated relationships and work to mend the damage caused by Coco Hughes to the husbands, who are now tied to her fate. Coco Coison must confront her past actions in a world where she is both an outsider in the lives of those Coco Hughes has wronged while carving a path for her to separate herself from her husbands. However, they seem to have another plan. "Where are you going, Coco? Going to that inn? To that friends of yours? How about staying here for the night instead?" The first husband who wouldn't allow her stay because of the other husbands has now starting to suggesting for her to stay. "Coco, what the f*ck are you eating? Was it from that chef in the inn again? How many times do I have to tell you that you should come to me so I could cook something for you?!" The second husband who doesn't like her around suddenly told her that he would cook for her. "The village chief told me that you went to the other villages to get me books again. I thought I told you to stop doing that and not put yourself at risk?" The third husband who loves books more than anything else and hated her guts had scolded her for doing her supposedly weekly task given by him. "Who told you to go and ask those mediators to sing for you? Do I look like a statue? I'm right here, aren't I? I can do it for you." The fourth husband who doesn't like to sing for her had made it his daily task to go to her just so he could sing her for her so she won't ask for someone else. Coco Coison only wanted to live her life peacefully and earn money so she could divorce the four husbands, but it seems like they didn't want that. "It seems that tons of leeches want to have you around, huh? How about we get ourselves busy and have some kids fill the empty space of this house?" If you're not a fan of the mentioned things below then please don't read this book. — Boys love and Girls love. — Mentions of harem and reverse harem. — Focuses on romance. — Suggestive and mature content. — Grammatical errors.

I looked at him with utter contempt, my gaze as cold as frost spreading across my face: “You filthy poultry, what part of you thinks you're worthy of me?” I spat each word with biting clarity, holding nothing back. No matter how beautiful the human form he wore, he was still just a feathered beast at heart, no better than the chickens and ducks outside. The man before me was breathtakingly handsome, his sharp eyes like a hawk’s. Yet he didn’t flare up in anger. Instead, he let out a cold, mocking smile. Raising one hand, he gripped my chin tightly, eyes blazing like fire: “I am a Phoenix,” he growled: “King of all living things! And you dare compare me to common barnyard fowl? Do you want me to snap your neck right here?” But I didn’t flinch. Instead, I met his fury with a calm, deliberate smirk: “Go ahead. It’s not like you’ve ever had the guts to follow through.” He went silent for a few seconds, the tension thick between us. Then, all of a sudden, he released my chin, only to pull me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he was afraid I might vanish. His voice dropped, no longer seething with rage, but laced with a strange tenderness: “Could you stop being so stubborn? I’ve given you everything... What more do I need to do to make you happy?” His embrace tightened again, desperate and trembling. As if letting go, even a little, would cause me to disappear. In his eyes, there was helplessness, pain, and something else rising to the surface, something raw, unnamed, and overpowering.

[You have slain an unknown divine shadow] In a dark cave deep within Yuno Mine, a young daredevil stood over a dissipating figure. A gut-wrenching weight of tribulation filled his chest. After the Great Doom War, humanity fled into the stars, leaving their home world drowned in radiation and ruin. Centuries passed, a young man named Enzo takes on the job of a freelance Weaver, hopping from planet to planet using Weave Pod technology, fighting for a better life. On one particular mining mission, he is drawn into a series of mysterious events where he is infected by a strange anomaly—Stardust. Now, he must face trials of the past and present as they collide before his very eyes. [Weaver, prepare for your first voyage]

Nachdem sie sich in einer Welt der Tiermenschen wiederfindet, wird sie von einem Leoparden gerettet und später entführt. Bai Qingqing erleidet einen ziemlichen Nervenzusammenbruch, denn die Männchen in dieser Welt sind so prächtig und gut aussehend wie stolzierende Pfaue. Die Frauen hingegen sind lächerlich hässlich, werden aber von den Männern trotzdem sehr geschätzt. Als schöne Highschool-Schülerin ist sie irgendwie zur faszinierendsten Schönheit dieser Welt geworden. Das Schlimmste aber ist, dass diese Welt eine matriarchalische Gesellschaft ist. Sie will nicht, dass drei oder vier Ehemänner auf sie warten! In ihrem Leben geht es darum, einen Leoparden zu necken, einen Tiger zu kitzeln, eine giftige Schlange zu verführen und einen Adler zu fangen. Bai Qingqing, die einen vollen Harem hat, ist zu tiefst zu Tränen gerührt. Sie wollte wirklich nichts von alledem. "Hey, hey, Bruder Leopard, Bruder Tiger, Bruder Schlange, Bruder Adler, was macht ihr da? Bleibt zurück!" Es sind vier männliche Anführer: Der junge und starke Leopard, die schüchterne und stille Schlange, der kräftige Tiger und der unnahbare und einsame Adler.

"Gatte, ich will nicht mehr, ich fühle mich schrecklich..." "Baby, sei brav und trink die Medizin aus." Der gut aussehende Mann nimmt die Frau in die Arme und streichelt sie zärtlich, während er ihr die Medizin einflößt. Qiao Mianmian stößt auf Mo Yesi, den angesehensten Spross der Stadt Yuncheng, und schläft eine Nacht bei ihm. Nachdem er ihr als Gegenleistung für die Heirat Vorteile angeboten hat, hat die neu ernannte Frau Mo plötzlich die Macht, alles zu haben, was sie sich jemals gewünscht hat. "Gatte, ich habe heute die Filmkönigin Cheng Feifei geohrfeigt, war ich zu viel?" "Baby, tut deine Hand weh? Lass mich sie für dich massieren." "Gatte, ich habe deine Kreditkarte ausgereizt, bist du sauer?" "Baby, bist du mit deinem Einkauf zufrieden? Sag mir Bescheid, wenn du mehr brauchst." "Gatte, ich bin heute müde, ich will mich nicht bewegen..."

Als Feng Qing geboren wurde, wurde sie aufgrund der Nachlässigkeit des Krankenhauses an ein Paar aus den Bergen verkauft. Sechzehn Jahre später holten ihre leiblichen Eltern sie aus einem kleinen Bergdorf nach Hause, und sie dachte, ihr Leben würde sich verbessern, aber das tat es nicht. Nicht nur, dass sie keine Liebe von ihren Eltern bekam, ihre Ersatzschwester machte sie auch noch blind. Schließlich verheirateten ihre Eltern sie mit einem alten Mann in den Fünfzigern. An ihrem Hochzeitstag flüchtete Feng Qing aus dem Hotel, während eine Reihe von Leibwächtern hinter ihr herlief. In einer kritischen Situation kletterte sie in ein schwarzes Auto, das am Straßenrand geparkt war. Auf dem Rücksitz des Wagens saß ein gut aussehender Mann, dessen Gesicht von kalter Rücksichtslosigkeit geprägt war. Er sah aus wie jemand, mit dem nicht zu spaßen war. Feng Qing tätschelte ihre schmutzigen kleinen Hände. "Also, Mister, ich habe bemerkt, dass Ihnen die Einsamkeit ins Gesicht geschrieben steht. Was halten Sie davon, eine Frau zu haben, die sich Ihnen jetzt vorgestellt hat?" Xie Jiuhan wurde gemeinhin als der Neunte Meister bezeichnet. Er war der Oberherr der Hauptstadt und hatte eine sprunghafte Persönlichkeit. Er war stur und rücksichtslos. Die Gesellschaft in der Hauptstadt setzte alle Mittel ein, aber keiner von ihnen kam auch nur in die Nähe des Saums der Kleidung des Neunten Meisters. Von diesem Tag an begannen sich in der Hauptstadt Gerüchte zu verbreiten. Der Neunte Meister, der sich normalerweise von Frauen fernhielt, zog eine zierliche kleine Frau im Herrenhaus groß und verwöhnte sie bis aufs Blut. Meister Neunter: "Meine Frau ist zu schwach, um für sich selbst zu sorgen." Der Arzt: "Wer ist dann die Dame, die jemandem mit einem einzigen Tritt die Kniescheibe zertrümmert hat?" Meister Neuntens: "Meine Frau lebte früher auf dem Dorf, sie ist nicht gut im Lernen." Die Studenten der Capital University: "Ihre Frau wird in jeder Prüfung die Nummer eins. Wenn sie nicht gut in der Schule ist, was sind wir dann? Zurückgebliebene?" Meister Neuntens: "Meine Frau ist extrem schüchtern. Sie hat noch nicht viele große Namen oder prominente Persönlichkeiten getroffen." Das Publikum: "Bitte halten Sie den Mund!" Die führende Autorität in der Medizin, Wissenschaftsprofessoren und berühmte internationale Regisseure standen vor Ihrem Haus Schlange und baten darum, sie zu sehen! Ja, Ihre Frau war noch nie mit großen Namen oder prominenten Persönlichkeiten zusammengetroffen, denn sie war hier die prominenteste Persönlichkeit.

[Status: ABGESCHLOSSEN] "Feng Tianyi! Dein Bruder hat meine Tang-Familie zerstört! Gibt es irgendetwas Gutes an deiner Familie?" "En. Siehst du nicht, wie unsere gut aussehenden Gene an unsere Kinder weitergegeben werden? Was die Schulden der Familie Feng angeht, so werde ich sie bezahlen." Sagte er nonchalant. Tang Moyu spottete und verschränkte die Arme vor der Brust. "Wie willst du das bezahlen?" "Wie wäre es, wenn ich dich mit meinem Körper bezahle?" "..." Wie schamlos! Der Mann, der in seinem Rollstuhl saß, brach in Gelächter aus, als er ihren hässlichen Gesichtsausdruck sah. "Miss Tang, es hat keinen Sinn, so zu tun, als hätten Sie es nicht gesehen, da Sie praktisch auf mein Bett geklettert sind und mich ausgenutzt haben." Vor fünf Jahren war Tang Moyu die Kaiserin der Geschäftswelt und befand sich auf dem Höhepunkt ihrer Karriere, bevor sie zu einem Nichts wurde, als ihr Verlobter sich in eine andere Frau verliebte. Das war in Ordnung, da es keine Liebe zwischen ihr und Feng Tianhua gab, aber wer hätte gedacht, dass dieses "Aschenputtel" ein Wolf im Schafspelz war? Und dann ist da noch Feng Tianyi, der berüchtigte Nachfolger der Feng-Familie, ein von der Kritik gefeierter Autor, der mit seinen Büchern ständig die Bestsellerlisten stürmt. Gerüchte besagen, dass er hitzköpfig und temperamentvoll war. Er war so rücksichtslos, dass weder Männer noch Frauen seine Gesellschaft wollten. Die Gerüchte besagen sogar, dass sein Gesicht so gut aussehend und nicht von dieser Welt war. Er war praktisch ein Gott unter den Menschen. Es war schade, dass er verkrüppelt war. Die beiden sollten sich nie wiedersehen, aber ein paar süße kleine Brötchen kamen dazwischen. "Onkel, wir haben kein Geld, um dir den Schaden zu bezahlen." sagte das ältere kleine Brötchen. "Meine Manuskripte sind unbezahlbar", erwiderte der hübsche Onkel amüsiert. "Onkel, wenn es dir nichts ausmacht, können wir mit unserer Mama bezahlen? Sie ist auch von unschätzbarem Wert." Und so trafen die beiden süßen Brötchen und der hübsche Onkel eine Vereinbarung, aber wer hätte gedacht, dass es sich bei der Frau um eine eiskalte Königin aus der Hölle handelte, die eine seltsame Vorliebe für Süßigkeiten hatte? -- Herausgeber/Lektorat: ninaviews Buchcover: Bizzybiin / Copyright 2020 anjeeriku

Nachdem die echte Tochter der Familie Jiang erkrankt war, wurde sie dumm und bestand darauf, den kaltblütigen, grausamen und verkrüppelten Fu Jiu zu heiraten. Mutter Jiang sagte: "So sei es. Sie ist sowieso ein Taugenichts. Ich habe sie nur gebeten, anstelle meiner Schwester zu heiraten." Vater Jiang: "Wenn du ihn geheiratet hast, denk daran, den 9. Meister zu bitten, deiner Schwester zu helfen, eine bessere Ehe zu finden." Die falsche Erbin sagte: "Schluchz, die Schwester tut mir so leid, aber... wenn du vom 9. Meister zu Tode geprügelt wirst, wird uns die Familie Fu eine Menge Geld entschädigen, nicht wahr? Ich freue mich schon darauf." Jiang Li grinste. Sie verabschiedete sich von ihrer heuchlerischen Familie und brachte ihre schäbige Mitgift zur Familie Fu. Nachdem sie einmal wiedergeboren worden war, wusste sie sehr gut, dass Fu Jiu der einzige Mensch war, der sie gut behandelte. Alle warteten darauf, dass Jiang Li zu Tode geprügelt werden würde. Schließlich wurde sie eines Tages von Reportern fotografiert und ins Internet gestellt. "Es ist alles deine Schuld! Du hast letzte Nacht so viel Gewalt angewendet! Die Familie Jiang wird mich wieder auslachen!" Fu Jiuxiao sagte: "Wenn ich in der Nähe bin, wird es niemand mehr wagen, dich auszulachen. Außerdem werde ich ihnen den Schmerz, den die Familie Jiang dir zugefügt hat, um das Zehnfache zurückzahlen!"

He Tiantian hatte die Menschen um sie herum immer mit einem dankbaren Herzen behandelt. Doch in ihrem mittleren Alter entdeckte sie, dass sie in einer Täuschung voller Lügen gelebt hatte. Als sie in die Vergangenheit zurückkehrte, begann He Tiantian mit Hilfe der Kleinen Silberschlange ein neues Leben. Aus einer anderen Perspektive, das war also die Wahrheit! In diesem Leben würde sie nie wieder willentlich blind sein. In diesem Leben würde sie ihre Jugendliebe, die sie mit wahrer Zuneigung behandelt hatte, nie wieder verpassen oder für selbstverständlich halten. Sie würde ihn gut behandeln, ihm vertrauen und ein warmes Zuhause haben. ******

Sobald sie ihre Augen öffnete, fand sich Bai Lian im Körper einer berüchtigten und verwöhnten jungen Dame wieder. Sie hörte, dass ihr Vater ein neuer, aufstrebender Stern in Beicheng war, ein Selfmademan mit einem weitreichenden Ruf; Ihr älterer unehelicher Bruder war ein Genie, das die städtischen Prüfungen bestanden hatte und auf die Jiangjing-Universität ging; Die jüngere uneheliche Schwester aus der benachbarten internationalen Klasse war eine vielseitig begabte Schulschönheit, sanft und gut erzogen; Ihr Verlobter war ein Goldjunge der Finanzwelt, ein Schulidol, der sie nie richtig angeschaut hatte... Und sie war nur eine unscheinbare Person mit geringer Intelligenz, eine gewöhnliche Person, die von Anfang an aus dem Haus geworfen wurde. Bai Lian: Na schön, dann muss sie eben fleißig lernen und sich bemühen, ein normaler Mensch zu werden~ Alle (mit einem geheimnisvollen Lächeln im Gesicht): ...bist du dir da sicher?? Die junge Dame, die nach Xiangcheng geschickt wurde, ohne Hintergrund, unwissend und ungelernt, jeder könnte auf ihr herumtrampeln... aber sie können sie nicht bewegen... (Eine einzigartig atemberaubende, faule und kapriziöse weibliche Hauptfigur, die jeden vernichtet, der ihr in die Quere kommt, gegen einen edlen, coolen und dominanten männlichen Protagonisten mit einem IQ, der alle Anwesenden zerquetscht) PS: Sowohl die männliche als auch die weibliche Hauptfigur sind sehr charmant. Bei dieser Geschichte geht es um befriedigende Lektüre ohne viel Logik, also bitte nicht zu tief in die Logik eindringen, danke. Nachricht: Liebe das Lernen, sei ein guter Mensch.

Kael Voren has never known the feeling of a full belly. Born in Brinewatch, the beast-plagued slums of Ashport, hunger is his oldest companion -- gnawing at his gut, his dreams, and his place in a world that values strength above all. When his sixteenth birthday comes, Kael awakens to the misery of an E-Rank Talent: Advanced Digestion. Not strength. Not speed. Just the ability to eat garbage without dying. But beneath this feeble Talent lies a dormant truth -- an insatiable void tethered to an unfathomable potential. A hunger not for food, but for power. Everything changes when Kael inadvertently devours fragments of Prana and Chakra -- powers that create and shape reality itself. Powers that were supposed to be beyond the reach of a gutter rat such as himself, but were made available to him by Advanced Digestion. These stolen sparks awaken something ancient inside him: a nascent, skeletal system. No interface. No tutorials. Just a stark warning burned into his mind and a void calling out from within - devour everything! What he has awakened is not a talent. It is a trait. XXX-Rank Trait: Inner Universe Creation. But it is embryonic -- barely functional, missing structure, support, and a will. To unlock its power, Kael must build from nothing. Piece by blind piece. Trial by brutal trial. Fueled only by his desperation to protect his family and claw his way out of the grave Brinewatch was supposed to be. In secret, Kael creates an RPG World inside his trait -- a universe he rules, where monsters can be spawned, skills mastered, time bent, and power devoured. There, he forges his own path, his own system, and his own strength. But the hunger never fades, it only grows. And as his enemies close in and betrayal tears his world apart, Kael makes an oath: I will protect my family, and I'll devour everything that stands in my way. From starving boy to High Human Emperor, from discarded E-Rank to system god, Kael Voren’s rise will shake the stars. A dark fantasy progression epic of hunger, creation, revenge, and ruthless evolution. For fans of cultivation, RPG systems, and protagonists who build their own power from the blood-soaked dirt up.

Hatz is just a lowly magical waste collector. No magic. No skills. No prestige. Armed with nothing but a mop, his job is to clean dungeons after adventurers finish their work—hauling monster guts, blood, and leftover arcane sludge so nobody slips on a dragon intestine. The pay is trash. The respect? Nonexistent. And his dream of becoming someone important? Buried under piles of monster remains and burning goo. But everything changes the day he finds a forgotten magical orb, and a mysterious voice tells him he has gained experience... from cleaning. Leveling up by mopping floors? Unlocking skills by scrubbing slime off dungeon walls? A system that rewards him for being the best janitor in a world of heroes? Yes. Now, with an energized mop and increasingly ridiculous powers, Hatz is about to rise in a world that looks down on him—smacking monsters into oblivion and cleaning his way to power… and maybe, just maybe, to the top of the magical hierarchy. Because sometimes, heroes don’t wield swords…

[WARNING : MATURE CONTENT] Edrick Lucien Anoteros, the world’s most notorious serial killer, meets his end after one last act of depravity, instead of being sent the guts of hell like he had hoped, however, a three-headed goddess offers him a chance at another life. But under one condition : That he lets loose of his vice and disrupts the pre-planned narratives of this new world. Now equipped with a system that rewards his every immoral acts, Edrick is adamant on experiencing a life of even greater sin than his previous one.

In a world shattered by a devastating meteor shower, nature has turned hostile. The skies bled strange lights, wild life mutated into horrors, and humanity awakened to supernatural powers in a desperate bid for survival. Cities became fortresses, and the awakened, powerful humans were the military might of every nation. But not everyone was gifted. Riven, an F-ranked Awakened, is a Cleaner — the lowest rung on the ladder. His job? Scrape up monster guts, salvage what’s valuable, and stay out of the way. His life is simple, thankless, and dangerous in the shadows of real heroes. That is, until the day he cuts open the corpse of a grotesque chitinous behemoth… and finds a strange cocoon pulsing with life. One thing led to another it later hatched because of his blood. And she stepped out. And let's say she ended up making him a monster... and a father... A father of a massive colony.

I have yet to start preparing for my demise. BUT I'VE DUG GROUNDS IN MY MIND FOR THESE GRAVES. In an effort to prevent anyone from seeing me the way I see myself; I try not to scream while holding my mouth shut while I sob myself to sleep. I WORK HARD TO GET AWAY FROM THESE BRUTILIZING THOUGHTS, BUT THE MORE I WORK AT IT, THE HARDER IT BECOMES. I wish there was a way for me to get out of this never-ending living hell. A MAZE THAT TWISTS MY GUT, HOWEVER, HAS NO ESCAPE. I WORK DAILY TO BE OKAY AND TO GET BETTER THAN I WAS THE DAY BEFORE. However, at the end of the day, suicide is all I can think about. BROKEN YET HAPPY, does that even make sense? They just seemed to fit in perfect harmony for some strange reason.

The first thing Nyell did when he met his destined mate was try to punch him in the face. Why did it have to be the chief of that darned tribe? He hated his guts before meeting him, and he still hated his guts after meeting him. But as destiny would have it, this man asked for him in exchange for helping solve the disappearances plaguing Nyell’s village. As the chief’s son, Nyell took his duty of protecting his people to heart, and though it pissed him off, he accepted to become his. Now, it was only a matter of time before ending the serial disappearances and another before falling in love. Or not.

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The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

He hated bullies. He hated schools even more. So why the hell did he just agree to work in one? Dimitrios had one rule—never stay long enough to care. After transferring sixteen times in a single month, he was all set for expulsion number seventeen. But then, a mysterious voice echoed in his head: [Do you want a job? I swear, the pay will be good.] “…What kind of job?” [Stop bullying. At a school.] Sounded simple enough. Beat up a few jerks, collect a paycheck. Easy. Or so he thought. Until he arrived at Starveil Academy—a school that wasn’t a school. A battlefield disguised as a campus. A sanctuary for monsters disguised as students. Here, “Students”* wield powers that can bend reality, crush mountains, and rewrite the laws of physics. In this place, the weak don’t get bullied… they get erased. And into this chaos walks a powerless delinquent with a mean right hook and no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t have backing. He doesn’t have a legacy. But he does have one thing: The guts to punch a god in the face. [I am publishing this on Royal road with pen name (Unnikuttan)]

For nine years, he’s been the king of awkward side-glances and silent admiration, hopelessly crushing on her, Mabel Dorothea, from afar. Now, with just nine days before school ends, this socially anxious high schooler, Eric Russel, has to do the unthinkable: actually talk to her. Armed with sweaty palms, zero experience, and a ticking clock, he’s about to embark on the most nerve-wracking mission of his life. Will he find the guts to confess, or will his inner monologue keep roasting him into silence? "Thinking of her... She would either become my wife or my biggest heartbreak"

"Das neue Buch 'Gescholten wie der Stern des Todes - Alle Großen der Hauptstadt wollen mich verderben' ist jetzt erhältlich!" Auch bekannt als "Reborn Era: Reich werden mit dem Check-In-System". [Ein körperlich starkes weibliches Kraftpaket gegen einen rachsüchtigen, sarkastischen und eleganten männlichen Protagonisten] Nach einer Laborexplosion kehrt Lin Tang in diese verarmte Ära zurück und ist an ein Check-in-System gebunden. Bevor sie das Geschenkpaket für die Neuankömmlinge in Empfang nehmen kann, kommt ihr Verlobter, der sich selbstbewusst gibt, um die Verlobung zu lösen. Der Grund: Er ist dabei, sich einen festen Job zu sichern. Lin Tang sieht den einfachen, aber selbstsicheren Mann an, spitzt leicht ihre roten Lippen und sagt: "...Schluss machen!" Weniger als einen Monat später wurde ihr Ex-Verlobter aus irgendeinem Grund gefeuert. Lin Tang machte einen Spaziergang durch den Bezirk und wurde leitender Angestellter der Rundfunkstation in der Textilfabrik. Interne OS des Ex-Verlobten: Ist es jetzt zu spät, sich zu versöhnen? - Diese Zeiten waren hart! Obwohl sie von ihren drei großen Brüdern und ihren Eltern sehr geschätzt wurde, brauchte man für alles, von Lebensmitteln über Kleidung bis hin zu Seife, Gutscheine... Selbst ein sparsamer Lebenswandel konnte die miserable Lage nicht lindern. Beim Anblick des schwarzen Breis in der Schüssel verstummte Lin Tang: "......". Zum Glück hatte sie ein System! Brauchen Sie etwas? Einfach einchecken, um es zu bekommen. - Viele Jahre später. Ein gut aussehender Mann schaute seine zierliche Frau mit dem hellen Teint an und schaffte es, sein Gesicht nicht zu verziehen, als er sagte: "Ich habe gehört, du kannst ein Wildschwein mit nur zwei Schlägen ausschalten?" Lin Tangs Augen funkelten, ihre Finger übten sanft Kraft aus, und der Emaillekrug in ihrer Hand verformte sich. Sie antwortete streng: "Unsinn! Glauben Sie nicht an diese Gerüchte. Wir sind zivilisierte Menschen und können nicht so barbarisch sein!"

Theo White blinks awake to the sound of a system message ringing through his ears. Welcome, adventurers, to your world of limitless opportunities. The game has begun. Elderspire Online, the most immersive VRMMORPG ever created, has just launched. Thousands of players flood its world, eager to explore, to fight, to carve out their legends. Theo is one of them. Or so he thinks. Something feels off. Fleeting sensations of déjà vu. Instincts that guide his actions before he even thinks. A strange log update that disappears before he can read it. But with chaos unfolding—players discovering they can’t log out, panic rising in the streets—he has little time to dwell on the unease twisting in his gut. Survival comes first. Answers can wait. But the world isn’t waiting. And as Theo moves deeper into Elderspire, he begins to realize that the greatest mystery isn’t how they got trapped. It’s why he feels like he’s been here before.

The clock ticked ominously in the dimly lit apartment, shadows stretching across the walls like dark tendrils. Jane's hands shook as she picked up her phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced at the mirror, catching a glimpse of her reflection-eyes wild, lips trembling. With a deep breath, she dialed 911. "Police emergency," a calm voice answered. "Come to 123 Maple Street," Jane's voice was urgent, laced with desperation. "Unless it's going to be a vulture's desire..." "Ma'am, can you explain what's happening?" The dispatcher's tone shifted from routine to concerned. "No time!" Jane interrupted, panic rising within her. "Just come!... As she hung up, the silence felt suffocating. Memories flooded her mind-her ex-boyfriend's betrayal with her former best friend, the gut-wrenching pain of being replaced. She could almost hear their laughter echoing in her ears, mocking her. With tears streaming down her face, Jane sank to the floor, clutching the phone tightly. A dark resolve settled within her...

“Kid, instead of staying out here in this dump—why not come with me? You can play all the tennis you want. Live in a better place without having to worry about not having enough food on the table or clothes on your back” I looked up at him, eyes narrowing. Disbelief. Suspicion. This wasn’t normal. Nothing about this was normal. A stranger in rich clothes shows up out of nowhere, offers me a golden ticket out of this dump, and expects me to just say yes? Yeah, right. Every instinct I had was screaming. My gut twisted with a familiar tension—one I knew better than to ignore. So I did the only thing I know how to do when the world gets too close. I ran.