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The Mech Touch

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!" --Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server! https://discord.gg/APB5KCU --Follow my Instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/mlduong https://twitter.com/MLDuong --Cover Art by Derek-Paul Carll (carlldpn) --The Mech Touch is an original webnovel written by ML "Exlor" Duong. The Mech Touch is mainly published on Webnovel.com and a select few platforms affiliated with the parent company of this website.
Exlor · 56M Views

Cultivation starts with picking up attributes

Tian Shen was your average unordinary guy—living a monotonous life. One day, fate (or rather, Truck-kun) decided to grant his wish… by sending him flying into another world at 120 km/h. When he woke up again, he found himself in the body of an outer disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. His talent? Nonexistent. His reputation? Of a molester’s. Just when he thought he was doomed to be cannon fodder, a golden screen appeared before him. 『Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have activated the Attribute System.』 『Congrats host, you killed 5th stage of body refining realm cultivator and gained Qi points ×30.』 『Congrats host, you killed 1th stage of Qi refining realm cultivator and gained Luck points ×80.』 『Absorbed white Attribute orb, gained 1-star sword.』 『Absorbed golden Attribute orb, gained divine Artifact.』 Tian Shen: “…Huh?” Armed with his new system, Tian Shen embarks on a ridiculous journey—casually strolling through battlefields to collect fallen attributes, dodging cultivation technique manuals (which drop on his head), and even trolling young masters into fighting just to farm their stats. But as he levels up in the most absurd way possible, he soon realizes… is he cheating too much? Because now, heavenly tribulations, ancient sects, and hidden experts are all eyeing him. Tian Shen: I am favored by the AUTHOR of this book, you lots can't even handle my shoes. *Rumble**Crackle* Again Tian Shen: I-i was just joking, don't take it seriously. **BOOM**
Ryuma_sama · 222.1K Views

Corporate Villainy: Trample Protagonists as a Minor Villain's Dad

**Mature Content Warning** This novel contains morally bankrupt decisions, unapologetically villainous behavior, corporate warfare, system abuse, woman-stealing, protagonist-trampling, psychological manipulation, and occasional spicy entanglements—some consensual, others complicated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world eerily similar to Earth—only where megacorporations rule entire cities and states like feudal lords—Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a soft bed beside a plump beauty. Reincarnated into the body of a rich, arrogant CEO in the gleaming city of Autumnvale, Vincent soon discovers he’s not just any rich patriarch—he’s a “villain father”, the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, Lucas, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. But fate doesn’t know what it’s dealing with. Because Vincent isn't here to follow the script—he’s here to rewrite it. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, Vincent earns Villain Points for every time he defies the story’s “fated path”: Let the "hidden young master" stay hidden? +300 Villain points Humiliate the trash protagonist who awakened a divine bloodline? +500 VP ‘Educating’ his own useless son? +100 Luck Points! Giving female lead a ‘taste’ of reality? +1000VP +200LP Skills, poisons, underhanded deals, reputation-crushing press leaks—he can buy it all from the system, as long as he plays the role of the perfect villain… and wins. In a land where cultivation powers are monopolized by corporations, and destiny is rigged in favor of cookie-cutter protagonists, Vincent must grow his mid-tier family business into a corporate empire through any means necessary that can crush fated heroes and hostile corporations beneath its polished leather shoes. The world wants him dead. The story demands he lose. But Vincent Cornelius didn’t reincarnate to be anyone’s footnote. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest. E-Mail- xxvincentcorneliusxx@gmail.com
Maharaja_Sakt · 48.1K Views

El Toque del Mech

Después de obtener el Sistema de Diseñador Mecánico, Ves tiene como objetivo crear los mejores mechas en la galaxia. En un lejano futuro, la civilización humana galáctica ha entrado en la Edad de los Mecas. Las innumerables pequeñas potencias de la humanidad han adoptado los mechas como sus principales armas de guerra. Solo un pequeño número de humanos tienen la aptitud genética adecuada para pilotar estas destructivas máquinas de guerra del tamaño de edificios. Nacido en una familia militar en el borde de la galaxia, Ves Larkinson es una de las muchas personas que carece del talento para ganar gloria en la batalla. En cambio, él se convirtió en diseñador de mechas. Con la ayuda de su desaparecido padre, Ves ha obtenido el misterioso Sistema de Diseñador Mecánico que puede ayudarlo a ascender en la galaxia y más allá. Sus mechas basados en los principios de la vida rápidamente le permiten alcanzar prominencia. Potentes y altamente compatibles con los pilotos de mechs, sus productos tienen el potencial de conquistar el mercado. Sin embargo, el éxito no llega fácilmente, y desafíos innumerables obstaculizan su capacidad para vender sus mechas a un mercado ansioso por innovación. Con los pecados de la raza humana en la arena galáctica alcanzándolos lentamente, Ves debe sortear los peligros del mercado de mechas ultra competitivo y mantener el control sobre su creciente organización de inadaptados. Esta es la edad de oro de los mechas. Esta es la edad de oro de la humanidad. La pregunta es, ¿durará? —¡Cualquier desafío puede superarse siempre y cuando diseñe el mecha adecuado! —Únete al servidor Discord no oficial de The Mech Touch.
Exlor · 318K Views

Sparks and Shadows

She was supposed to inherit an empire, not survive a scandal. He was supposed to stay in the shadows, not fall for the girl he met in the dark... But some shadows burn brighter than sparks. -------- Heiress Isabella Montez has spent the past few years of her life looking perfect, playing obedient, and carrying the weight of a powerful name - Boss bitch mode she called it. Until a scandal explodes - leaking explicit content online - and the world turns cruel. The cameras want blood. Her father wants silence. And Isabella? She wants to breathe again. Enter Harry Danvers - cold-eyed, brutally efficient, and infamously private. Harry Danvers doesn't do mess. Not emotions. Not people. Not women like Isabella. But when fate drops her into his world again - raw, furious, and unraveling - he finds himself doing the one thing he swore never to do again: stay. He says he's here to protect her. She says she doesn't need saving. But some scars don't heal until they're seen. Slow-burn. Tension-heavy. Past scars. Dark truths. Haunted souls. Emotional intimacy. One scandal that changes everything and the quiet way people begin to hope again - even in the aftermath. If you love broken characters who don't know they're saving each other and the kind of longing that doesn't ask for permission - Sparks and Shadows is your next obsession. If you like what I've written, please comment, like, collect and review, and I'll be sure to reply. If you want to interact — which I would really love — this is my handles: https://www.instagram.com/meso_faith9 https://www.tiktok.com/@meso_faith I'm not really a social media butterfly and had only recently joined the above platforms but I would really love to hear from y'all. Have a day as lovely as you are!
meso_Faith · 5.5K Views

O Toque Mech

Depois de obter o Sistema de Designer de Mechs, Ves visa criar os melhores mechs da galáxia! No futuro distante, a civilização humana galáctica entrou na Era dos Mechs. Os inúmeros poderes menores da humanidade passaram a adotar mechs como suas principais armas de guerra. Apenas um pequeno número de humanos possui a aptidão genética certa para pilotar essas máquinas de guerra destrutivas do tamanho de prédios. Nascido em uma família militar na periferia da galáxia, Ves Larkinson é uma das muitas pessoas que não possui o talento para ganhar glória na batalha. Em vez disso, ele se tornou um designer de mechs. Ajudado por seu pai desaparecido, Ves obteve o misterioso Sistema de Designer de Mechs que pode ajudá-lo a ascender na galáxia e além. Seus mechs baseados nos princípios da vida rapidamente o permitem ganhar destaque. Poderosos e altamente compatíveis com pilotos de mechas, seus produtos têm o potencial de conquistar o mercado. No entanto, o sucesso não vem facilmente, e inúmeros desafios atrapalham sua capacidade de vender seus mechs para um mercado ávido por inovação! Com os pecados da raça humana na arena galáctica gradualmente chegando, Ves deve navegar pelos perigos do mercado de mechs ultra-competitivo e manter o controle sobre sua crescente organização de desajustados. Esta é a era de ouro dos mechs. Esta é a era de ouro da humanidade. A questão é, isso vai durar? "Qualquer desafio pode ser superado contanto que eu projete o mech certo!" --Participe do servidor Discord extraoficial de The Mech Touch!
Exlor · 169.5K Views

I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.
RighteousFilth · 3.8M Views

The Abandoned Heir of Morthilin

[Ultra Short Version - Terry has game abilities—XP leveling, resource gathering, crafting items in seconds, spamming them in battle, and even granting others the same powers.] ------ [Short version] Terry's soul was a hollow flute. Isekai'd into a brutal world of monsters and dungeons, but with game-like powers, he was used as a pawn, then betrayed and abandoned. But in that emptiness, something ancient began to stir. Now he drifts unseen, collecting every secret and sin, his hollow core twisting into a hunger no one can escape. The flute has begun to sing. And when he plays, the world that cast him aside will drown in the music of his revenge. ----------------- [Long Version] Terry never had the wish. Had no big dreams. Never wanted to be great. No fire of ambition in his heart. Just emptiness. Maybe that's why he was chosen. A perfect vessel. Cracked and full of holes. Empty enough for something old and powerful to slip in. Like a flute waiting to be played, shaped to carry a god's lost song. He woke up in Tarnheval, a brutal medieval world choking on its own glory. Monsters lurking beneath shattered citadels. Dragons nesting in the ruins of dead kingdoms. Dungeons that swallowed entire generations. And nobles who smiled as they carved out power from the bones of the helpless. They looked at him and saw nothing worth fearing. Just a vessel to be filled. A weapon to be used. So they betrayed him. Abandoned him. He was sacrificed. Forgotten. But he did not forget. Quiet. Watching. Every move the nobles plotted behind cold stone walls. Every sin the great families buried beneath silk banners. Armies that slaughtered innocents they had sworn to protect. And Terry drifted through it all. Unseen. Unremarkable. Absorbing every dark truth, every whispered lie, every dying breath. Noting. Remembering each. Because something inside him was waking up. Something older than Tarnheval itself. The flute had begun to sing. His emptiness turned into hunger. A hunger for truth. A hunger for ruin. The one they abandoned was becoming the weapon they couldn't stop. And whether the world lives or falls, it will happen to the music he plays. #IsekaiEpic #AbandonedHeir #DungeonCrawling #DragonTaming #War #TheEmptyHero
WoodenPaw · 4.9K Views

Threadborn

I never asked to be the chosen anything. I had a nice enough life, if you enjoy communing with dead people, wrangling ghostly regrets, and being occasionally mistaken for a lost Victorian child. Harrowers don’t get holidays, and we certainly don’t get destiny. We get well-worn boots, crumbling field journals, and maybe—if we’re lucky—a thermos that doesn’t leak. I was fine with that. Then came the part where I accidentally got involved in a celestial conspiracy. You know, the usual: unraveling the fabric of fate, discovering I may or may not be some mythical thread-weaver, dodging bureaucratic Fae with sharp smiles and sharper agendas, and, most inconveniently of all, developing a highly inconvenient attraction to a certain exiled Huntsman of the Unseelie Court who looks he stepped out GQ: Gothic Edition and smells like rain. Alaric Fen. Yes, that Alaric. The one with the eyes like amber lightning and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Now I’m trying to stop the Balance from folding like a wet towel, while two ancient Courts most humans are blissfully unaware about flirt with civil war, and everyone keeps looking at me like I’ve got the answers. I don't. I have tattoos I didn't sign up for, a fast-talking con artist for a best friend, and some stubborn hope that kindness still counts for something. So if you're looking for a grand epic of magic, love, betrayal, memory, and rebellion—well. Here we are.  Just… don’t expect me to smile about it. Come along if you'd like. I could use someone on my side. -Entry from the diary of Grey Wyrde
Sundrop_Dancer · 13.7K Views

Abandoned Planet to Cosmic Overlord

[ULTRA-SHORT VERSION] --- BETRAYED. FORGOTTEN. REBORN. Left to die by his crew, Donnes wakes up as a dead planet. Shattered, coreless, abandoned. Now, armed with a System he shouldn’t have and a rage that burns colder than the void, he’ll tear the cosmos apart to reclaim his place. Revenge won’t be enough. He’ll rule it all. [Short Version] --- Betrayed by his crew, left to die alone in the void. Donnes died, and woke up as a whole-ass broken, abandoned planet. Once human. Now a Shattered Planet with nothing left: no core, no warmth, no hope. But if the universe thinks it can devour him twice... It's about to learn what a twice-abandoned, twice-betrayed soul can become. [Long Version] --- He was the Ninth Planet of his Solar System. But he was abandoned by his brother and sister planets. Even his beloved moons betrayed him for the Eighth Blue Giant. The parent star—Oralen—never considered him family. Treated him like an outsider. So when Graveth, a planet-devouring cosmic horror, loomed over the Oralen System, they tossed him out as bait and left him drifting alone in the cold darkness of the void. Graveth found this tiny planet. To its endless hunger, he was nothing—just a brittle bauble of rock. Yet it stripped away everything: atmosphere, crust, even the meager molten core, until only cracked stone remained. Completely dead. No one knows how long that shattered amalgamation of rock drifted in the endless dark. Until Donnes awoke who was also Abandoned and Betrayed by those who he called family. Instead of being Isekai’ed into some random Noble Young Master in a fantasy kingdom, his soul had transmigrated into a whole-ass planet. A dead husk of a planet. Adrift in the cold, silent void.
WoodenPaw · 1K Views
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