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Accidental Heroics: A Guide to Surviving Fantasy Land

--WSA 2025 ENTRY-- Sam wasn’t a hero. He was barely even a functional adult. Just a normal guy dropped into a fantasy world without his consent, Sam had one rule: Don’t be a hero. Unfortunately, when you’ve been “chosen by prophecy” and destiny clings to you like a bad smell, that’s easier said than done. Summoned to a world that is under siege by a mysterious force known only as the Void, Sam is immediately informed by a cryptic woman that he’s the savior foretold in legend. He wants no part of it. All he wants is to get back home. But fate isn’t taking no for an answer. Every time Sam tries to walk away, he ends up deeper in trouble — with crazed cultists, pirate queens, sea beasts, corrupted dukes, bureaucratic tribal councils, and at least three gods who shouldn’t be allowed to manage anything more complex than a spoon. Sure, he was granted powerful magic during the summoning. Unfortunately, it never seems to work when or how he actually needs it. Armed with accidental magic, weaponized sarcasm, and a complete lack of long-term planning, Sam stumbles through one disaster after another — slowly collecting an increasingly chaotic crew that includes: – A thief who sees every dilemma as an opportunity to get extra coin, – A cultist who just wants to open a bakery, – And a brooding adventurer still emotionally wrecked from his last breakup. (Oh, and a living plant. Don’t ask.) Sam’s only goal is to get home. But surviving in a world unraveling at the seams means more than just running away. It means bluffing your way through magical trials, navigating tangled politics, and occasionally wrestling a skeleton. If he’s lucky, he might just stop the Void from devouring reality. If not? Well, he’ll at least make fun of it until the very end.
KaveDerry · 66K Views

Stacking Passives to Survive!

After transmigrating into a high-martial arts world where everyone was built like an elite athlete, Chen Kuang also obtained a golden finger, a cheat ability that refreshes daily, allowing him to stack passive skills. He figured he should keep a low profile and grow steadily while lying low... But the world had other plans. People just wouldn’t stop treating him inhumanely and so his passives kept piling up. [Flesh Reishi]: Your flesh is nearly infinitely regenerative and rivals celestial treasures, consuming it can prolong life and cure ailments. [Sword Heart]: You possess an innate, enlightened sword heart, when a blade is in your hand, it becomes an extension of your will. [Fortune in Misfortune]: Every calamity you survive grants you a corresponding blessing. [Heavenly Demon Mimicry]: Any technique used against you can be instantly replicated as your own. [Celestial Visage]: Your handsomeness rivals that of the divine. This year... The future empress who would dominate the world was still a helpless orphaned brat, tucked under Chen Kuang’s arm as he fled. The revered "Benevolent Immortal" faced his trolley problem and was forever burdened with an inescapable heart demon. The undying demonic sovereign was just a timid little maid serving a courtesan. The White Dragon True Monarch, who would later slaughter his way through the demon race, was still nothing more than a drifting piece of frayed rope. And Chen Kuang, then a death-row convict, set the chaotic world ablaze, starting with a single torch.
ExoEight_ · 41.4K Views

Chaos Guide

[Join the Discord: https://discord.gg/CEztj6Vurv] (In short: The story of a madman going through multiple worlds to reach immortality.) ====== *Full Synopsis* ====== Thomas Blackwood, a brilliant programmer, finds himself at the brink of death, consumed by a debilitating illness. Little does he know that his true journey is about to commence. The story revolves around a man who merges with his advanced AI companion, only to awaken in a mysterious realm. Here, he faces a series of trials set by a powerful entity, bequeathing upon him a unique inheritance. This gift grants him the ability to traverse diverse worlds, each offering unique experiences and challenges. But as he ventures deeper into this multiverse, he grapples with a haunting question: “Was that gift a blessing or a curse?” Thomas Blackwood's odyssey propels him through realms of enchanting magic and realms governed by relentless cultivation. He becomes a knight in one world and harnesses the dark arts of curses in another. "May the dice roll in your favor." ====== **Author's Notes:** ====== - I as the author have employed multiple pen names throughout my journey, including Chaos_Guide, TS Greed, and Slumbering Dragon. - This is a fantasy tale with a morally complex protagonist who does not shy away from embracing the darker aspects of his character. - The story commences in a world devoid of fantasy elements, gradually ascending through the ranks of worlds as the expansive universe unravels. - The narrative truly takes off with the onset of Volume 2, where the first fantasy world unfolds in all its grandeur. Tags: #Villain, #EvilMC, #MatureMC, #LonerMC, #AIChip, #StatusPanel, #Reincarnation, #NoRomance, #NoLovedOnes, #NoFriends, #Dragons, #WorldHopping, #MagicRealms, #Cultivation, #DarkArts, #EpicJourney
TuShua · 402.4K Views

The Reborn Young Master's Guide to Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse BL

Everyone in the Capital knows about the dark stain the prominent and wealthy Greyson family obtained during the past years with the addition of the two illegitimate sons born out of wedlock. It was the gossip of the century. The two illegitimate twin brothers were brought back to the Greyson family because their mother died when they were only 5 years old. The twin brothers were ridiculed and bullied for being good-for-nothings by both family members and outsiders, especially the younger twin brother, Asher. All Asher ever wanted was his family's love. Even though they bullied him, he couldn't help but hope in his heart that they had at least an ounce of love for him but that turned out to be a fatal mistake. When the meteorites fell to earth, it was the beginning of hell. The meteorites had radioactive substances that contained the Z-virus. Many were rapidly infected with the Z-virus. Depending on how strong your immune system was, you would either succumb to the deadly virus or beat it, turning into an ability user: a human with magical abilities. And those who turned into zombies gained abilities as well. As for those who did not get infected with the Z-virus, they were just regular humans. Ability users extremely popular and in demand since they were so rare to come by. As it would happen, on the first day of the apocalypse, he obtains the super rare and powerful lightning ability. His family starts to treat him better and he thinks that his family will finally accept him but he was very wrong. Brutally killed and betrayed by his so-called family for his rare ability 5 years after doomsday, on his deathbed, he swore revenge. What awaited him was not death but rebirth. After going back to 5 years ago, one month before the zombie outbreak, Asher is determined to protect those he holds dear to him as well as get revenge on his so-called family.
harutotreasure13 · 103.4K Views

Things We Don’t Talk About

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.
RongKing · 9.6K Views

Regretful Ex-Husband's Survival Guide: Worship Her, Hope for Mercy

For eight long years, Lin Shuyin waited. Five years, she loved him silently as his junior. Three years, she waited patiently as his wife. If not for the night she turned eighteen—when he, drunk and distant, took her first time—she might’ve walked away before ever becoming his wife. But instead, she stayed. Hiding her true identity behind the mask of the perfect, obedient spouse, she remained by his side like a shadow no one noticed. In all that time, he never once looked back. He built an empire while turning a blind eye to her loneliness, to the whispers behind her back, to the way the world mocked her as the shameless woman clinging to a man who never cared. Night after night, she smiled through rejection, humiliation, and the suffocating silence of a cold marriage. Until one day, she snapped. She packed her bags, signed the divorce papers, and walked out with her dignity intact and her secret—one that had shaped everything—still buried deep in her heart. But peace was short-lived. Her nausea was getting worse. Her cravings were out of control. And her suspicions were growing. Was she... pregnant? As if the universe wasn’t cruel enough, suddenly— “Shu, you haven’t eaten. I made your favorite—spicy hotpot, no cilantro.” She blinked at the towering CEO holding a soup bowl and wearing her pink apron. “What are you doing in my apartment?” “I changed your locks for safety,” he replied with a straight face. “You broke in, didn’t you?!” And just like that, the cold man who once couldn’t remember her birthday was now folding her laundry, driving her to prenatal checkups, and glaring daggers at any man who looked her way. At her OB-GYN appointment, he growled at the doctor, “You’re looking too long at her belly. Eyes up.” When she went on a blind date (forced by her best friend), he showed up with a bouquet... and a baseball bat. “Why are you following me?!” she screamed. “I’m not following. I’m just coincidentally everywhere you go,” he said, deadpan. “Coincidentally hiding behind a tree?!” She caught him once reading Pregnancy for Dummies upside down while nervously sipping her bubble tea—one he had memorized the sugar ratio for. “Are you sick?” she snapped one morning. “I miss you,” he whispered. She almost threw a slipper at his head. Worst of all? He sends her voice messages now. “Don’t forget your vitamins. I warmed your milk. Left your pillow on the cool side—just how you like it.” She stared at the screen, fingers tightening. Where was this man when she cried herself to sleep in that same cold bed for three years? Now he wants to tuck her in from afar? Is he playing a game? Is this guilt? Or... is her ex-husband actually falling in love with her now—now that she’s done loving him? Whatever it is, Lin Shuyin swears she’s not falling for it. No matter how good he looks in that apron. No matter how he holds her when she’s too tired to stand. No matter how much he whispers, "Come back home. Come back... to me."
Kashin_san · 15.4K Views
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