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The Weakest Skill Was Actually the Code to Reality

In the world of Aethelgard, destiny is forged by the "Skill" granted by the heavens. Legendary heroes wield S-Rank powers that can sunder mountains, while commoners make do with simple abilities to till the fields. For Kael Virein, his destiny was a curse. Branded "Skill-less" on his sixteenth birthday, he becomes the ultimate failure—an object of scorn and pity in a society that worships power. Cast out and destined for a life of mediocrity, Kael is ready to accept his bleak future. But what the world saw as a flaw was, in fact, a power beyond their comprehension. Kael doesn't possess a Skill because he isn't a user of the world's system—he is its Administrator. He can see the very code of reality. While others struggle to master swordsmanship, Kael can edit an enemy's status to [State: Deceased]. While mages chant complex spells, he can rewrite the laws of physics with a single thought. The mockery turns to shock, the shock to terror, and the terror to absolute reverence. Follow Kael as he embarks on a journey from a reviled outcast to a living god, turning legendary swords to dust, deleting cataclysmic spells from existence, and taming world-ending beasts with the ease of closing a program. His absolute, terrifying power becomes a beacon, drawing the most powerful and beautiful women in the realm to his side: a proud ice princess whose worldview he shatters, a seductive demoness who finds his power the ultimate aphrodisiac, and a brilliant scholar who seeks to understand the "glitch" that is Kael. But with every line of code he rewrites, Kael uncovers a deeper, more sinister secret: his world is not what it seems. Aethelgard is a cage, and its "gods" are its wardens. To protect his new home and the women who have pledged their hearts to him, Kael must confront the very creators of his reality. They mocked him for being born skill-less… But he’s not bound by the world. He’s the one who wrote it.
RSisekai · 20.2K Views

Lewd skill in a filthy world

[Reformatting World Settings...] [Real-World Currency Disabled.] [Physical Laws Adjusting to Game Protocols.] [Initiating Player Culling Sequence...] [All Players Age 60 and Above Will Now Be Eliminated.] A blue screen appeared before every person in the world, displaying those chilling words. At first, many believed it was some kind of elaborate hologram prank—until every person aged 60 and above disintegrated into glowing particles. But that was only the beginning. The world had changed. Humanity had been turned into "players" in a twisted system where survival meant leveling up through killing others or completing brutal quests. Fail to level up in time—and you're dead. Shinra Takamura, a 20-year-old survivor in this new Filthy World, receives a rare skill Lewd Reap: the ability to steal another player’s ability through intimacy. But can he survive the chaos, the betrayals, and the moral decay with such a controversial power? Or will the world break him before he ever learns how to use it? Read on to find out. This book is a smut novel with a solid plotline, set in a world of survival and extremely gory scenes. The main character is no goody two-shoes—he’ll do whatever it takes to survive. He’s not evil, though; he doesn’t kill without reason. The story begins with his transformation, showing how a once-good kid was shaped by a brutal world into the person he is now. So, the first volume may appear kinda slow to some readers, but l hope you can give it a chance (:->
Polite_Sibanda · 309.6K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1.1M Views
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