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The Princess Kidnapping System Made Me OP

Warning!: Blood pumping battles, Gore, dark themes and Comedy that will crack your ribs! ~[System Synchronization Complete!]~ [Listen up Host!] [Step 1: Get princesses] [Step 2: Train them to use their abilities] [Step 3: Receive 10x returns!] Wise was a regular pawn shop owner, not the extra scammy type, just the regular scammy type. That was until he was suddenly run over by a derailed train… The good news? He was reborn. The catch? He was not the hero, he was not the extra, he was not the knight. No, he was reborn as a legendary Dragon. A big bad Princess kidnapping Dragon. The last of a dying bloodline. Wise soon discovers that there are secrets shrouded in his Draconic memories, conspiracies best left unsaid and foes too powerful to fathom… But with a cocky smirk and an arsenal of OP skills by his side, he will not only prevail, but defy the powers of this new world. Ding! [New Mission!] [Obtain your very first princess!] [Reward: Skill Draconic Breath] Ding! [Princess Esme has advanced to level 10!] [Host shall receive 10x Experience!] Ding! [Princess Lenora has learned a new skill, Wind Surge!] [Host shall receive 10x benefits!] [New skill, Ancestral Tempest of Ruin!] Read as Wise raises regular palace princesses to country level threats, all while reaping 10x the benefits! ••• Additional tags: Action, Comedy, Dark, Gore, Dragons, Princess, Demons and Demon Lords, Elf, Monsters, War, multiple races. There will also be slice of life moments. Consider reading the author’s review if you still haven’t decided to read this novel.
CocoyamWarrior · 74.3K Views

A Transmigrated Princess's Guide To A Fluffy Royal Life!

When Emily, a terminal cancer patient, took her final breath, she never expected to open her eyes again—especially not as a 7-year-old princess with soft, chubby cheeks and sparkling green eyes. Now living as Princess Evelisse of the grand kingdom of Florabelle, she finds herself surrounded by seven doting older brothers, each more protective than the last, and a kingdom that adores her every smile. But as she adjusts to her new life of frilly dresses, endless pampering, and royal feasts, a cute, chibi-like Fluff System suddenly appears, promising her a life of comfort if she completes weekly “Fluffy Tasks.” Tasks like: ✨ “Give your brothers a sweet, tearful smile (Reward: Extra pampering for the day!)” ✨ “Convince the grumpy Duke to carry you on his shoulders (Reward: Instant Kingdom-Wide Adoration Boost!)” ✨ “Unite two rival knights through a shared ‘baby sister protection squad’ meeting (Reward: Secret Passage Map to the Royal Kitchens)” However, hidden among the fluffy missions and sweet family moments lies a deeper purpose—uniting the fractured kingdom of Florabelle. To succeed, Evelisse must bring together not just her brothers, but also the cunning villains, misunderstood nobles, and even the eccentric court magicians, using the most powerful weapon in her tiny arsenal: OVERWHELMING CUTENESS and SMARTS. With her Fluff System guiding her and a heart determined to bring warmth to every corner of the kingdom, Evelisse sets out to become not just a pampered princess, but the heart and soul of Florabelle. After all, who knew that the key to uniting a kingdom could be as simple as a pouty lip, teary eyes, and a warm hug? [Chapter: Update Daily] [Update schedule: 10+ comments or 2 reviews=1 Bonus chapter]
KiX_x_X · 149.1K Views

My techniques cultivate themselves

(Please recommend it to others if you like it, thank you. And add it to your collection if you like it.) Li Qingyun was an ordinary person who lived a quiet, unremarkable life — until the day he died and was reborn in a world of martial arts and immortal cultivation. Blessed with a mysterious system, he discovers a power unlike any other: a slot space where techniques can be placed and automatically cultivated without his input. While others spend years mastering a single technique, Li Qingyun’s skills grow on their own, evolving to higher ranks with each passing day. But in a world where strength is everything, his calm and adaptable nature becomes his greatest weapon. Navigating dangerous sects, ancient mysteries, and ruthless rivals, Li Qingyun must harness his ever-growing arsenal of techniques and find his place in this treacherous world. With his techniques cultivating themselves, the only limit is how far his ambitions can take him. .... This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The techniques, abilities, and system mechanics depicted in this story are purely fictional and should not be considered accurate or practical in real-world contexts. Reader discretion is advised. This is not a translation. (Please Support, your support and gift can help me more)
Apex227 · 54.1K Views

Love Chase [Thai BL]

A Playboy CEO's Pursuit. A Stubborn Engineer's Resistance. Love Has Never Been This Challenging. Teeradon has it all: chairman of a thriving liquor empire, owner of Bangkok's most exclusive nightclub, and self-proclaimed president of Thailand's Playboy Association. Accustomed to conquest in both business and romance, he's never met a challenge he couldn't charm his way through—until a falling wrench nearly takes his head off and brings him face-to-face with Wittawin. The stubborn, brilliant computer engineer is everything Teeradon finds irresistible: fair-skinned, sharp-featured, with lips that could stop traffic and a figure that certainly stops the CEO in his tracks. But Wittawin has zero interest in becoming another notch on a playboy's belt. Every advance is met with a strategic retreat, every flirtation with a perfectly timed escape. For the first time in his life, Teeradon finds himself chasing someone who genuinely doesn't want to be caught. What begins as wounded pride quickly transforms into something deeper. Teeradon discovers that winning Wittawin's heart will require more than his usual arsenal of wealth, charm, and devastating good looks. He'll need to prove he's capable of something he's never attempted before: genuine love. "With my heart on the line, Wittawin must surrender," Teeradon declares. "Swooning at Teeradon's charm? Yeah, right," Wittawin counters. In this battle of wills wrapped in romantic comedy, will Thailand's most notorious playboy finally meet his match, or will he discover that some prizes are worth changing for?
KATAWOOT · 1.2K Views

ZOMBIE SLAYING KING: ULTIMATE SYSTEM FOR SLAYING ZOMBIES.

The world changed in a single moment. A scream. A bite. And the merciless death of someone irreplaceable. What began as an ordinary workday spiraled into a nightmare drenched in blood and betrayal—where trusted friends turned into ravenous monsters, and the living were devoured without mercy. Paralyzed by grief, hopelessness took root. But even in despair, a message broke through the darkness—a message from long-estranged family, igniting a spark in a heart that had nearly given up. Regret. Guilt. A desperate yearning for reconciliation. There was now something to live for. Something to protect. A reason to fight. But just as hope flickered, a grotesque abomination emerged—an unnatural creature reeking of rot and death, far worse than any zombie seen before. With death closing in, salvation arrived in the form of a being not of this world—an angelic figure offering a second chance and a mysterious system unlike any other: one that grants power, but demands everything. Three paths appeared—each one a weapon in the war to come. An infinite arsenal. A fortress of might. The fury of close-range combat. With every level gained, the world itself evolves. Allies rise. Monsters mutate. And the mystery behind the outbreak—and the system's true origin—grows ever darker. This isn’t just a fight for survival. It’s a reckoning. Because power always comes at a price. And in a world devoured by the undead… The price may be everything.
catfield · 28.7K Views

Rise of the White Dragon

_______ On May 28, 2010, the world was forever changed by the third awakening. Suddenly, smaller worlds connected with the main world and beings of different races appeared, each with their own unique powers. The world was thrown into chaos as people tried to understand and control these newfound abilities. But amidst all the confusion, towering structures began to appear all over the world. These towers held unimaginable power, and those who were already gifted with abilities could upgrade and become even stronger. Even those without powers could gain them through rigorous tests within the towers. As expected, conflicts erupted across the globe as everyone scrambled to claim these towers for themselves. And at the heart of it, all was Luan Dimas, a man who had lived for a thousand years and had amassed an arsenal of techniques. He was transported back four months before the awakening, and now had the chance to correct his past mistakes. Luan knew that he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He had to make the most of this new chance and take control of the towers before anyone else could. But with so many others vying for power, the competition would be fierce, and the battles even more brutal. With his knowledge and skill, Luan would have to fight his way through the chaos and overcome any obstacles in his path. The fate of the world hung in the balance, and Luan was determined to come out on top, no matter what it took. _______ The 'Earth' in this novel is not the same Earth we currently live on, so don't use our common sense for this novel. After all, this is pure fantasy. _______ Discord Server: discord.gg/rK69edsWyt _______
Lruska · 6.7M Views

The 43rd Page

Aha! It is I, Ryx, your rival till your last breath! Don't tell me you've already forgotten about me. I mean, sure, the Shadow of Depth haunts us throughout the Solaris continent, but you should at least try to defy the unstoppable march of forgetfulness for someone as precious as me, eh? I just hope the Children of The Sun will hurry up and find all the remaining pages and bring back the light with the use of the Little Spark. I've heard that the curse has fully enveloped Solarae, and now its shadows are nearing Montumbra and.. Veldoria. Yeah, I'm quite literally SOBBING while writing this letter because of that fact. After all, the Beastman nation means a lot to me, and I don't want it to collapse just yet. Alright, enough about me. How's that sly fox doing these days? I bet he's still regenerating after the fight with that fiery guy. Damn, I never knew someone can be that annoying, can't he just.. stop with his mindless shenanigans? By the way, can we discuss the absurdness of the power the Elemental nation possesses? All we have in our arsenal, of course, is the Radiance and Umbra magic. They have that too, but it seems it wasn't enough for them! To be able to control THE elements of nature? Gosh, I envy them to a point that you can't!..Argh!.. Oh! Speaking of Radiance and Umbra, how's it going with your Equilibri training? You've always been known for Umbra practically leaking out of you, and I'm SO sorry that you didn't have the chance to see my reaction when I heard you began attending Radiance control lessons. I'm sure if not already, you're close to balancing out these two forces... Hmmm.. it seems that I went too much out of topic, giving TOO much needless context which you have already stated that you can't comprehend. Well then, I suppose the merciful old me shall grant you mercy by ending this letter... BUT! Before I'll do it, I'm giving you a heads up that I've trained day and night and strengthened my bond with my Protector, so be ready for a rematch soon! ̷H̷u̷g̷s̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷k̷ ̷ ̷ ̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷ ̷a̷ ̷b̷e̷t̷t̷e̷r̷ ̷t̷o̷m̷ Cheers, Your Rival.
tiactica · 1.7K Views

Crucible Earth - Ascension Protocol

Crucible Earth: Ascension Protocol Genre: Sci-Fi | System | Skill Progression | Dystopian Future | Underdog Rise It didn’t begin with an explosion. No warning. No war. Just silence — and then the world stopped working. For decades, humanity lived seamlessly within the *Neural Grid* — a global augmented reality system embedded into every human from birth. With a single chip the size of a fingernail implanted in the wrist, the world had evolved past phones, computers, and physical screens. Identity. Currency. Communication. Access. All of it flowed through the Grid. Reality itself was layered in data — signs floated in midair, people shimmered with digital overlays, and every step of life was enhanced, optimized, and controlled. Until it was hijacked. In an instant, the Grid was overwritten. No warning. No resistance. No explanation. A new system took over: Crucible OS. It didn’t ask permission. It didn’t explain. It simply replaced everything — every chip, every connection, every person’s interface. The old world died in silence, replaced by something sharper, colder, and impossibly precise. Crucible OS wasn’t just software. It was alive. And it came with a rule: Adapt or die. Every human received a Skill Core — an unnatural ability uploaded directly into their neural feed. Some gained control over fire. Others bent light, distorted time, or twisted physics itself. The abilities were powerful. Tangible. Dangerous. But they were also random. Cores were ranked from E to S-Mythic. Your Core determined your fate — your survival, your status, your power. And then came the Zones. Tears in reality split the sky, cracked the land, and bled into the oceans. From them came the monsters — alien entities built for war, evolved for chaos, and designed to test humanity's every weakness. These weren't mere invaders. They were part of an ecosystem. An engineered gauntlet. The world had become a crucible. Cities fell. Oceans boiled. Governments collapsed in days. In their place rose factions — desperate, violent, and led by the only people who stood a chance: Sovereigns — individuals blessed with powerful Skill Cores capable of clearing Zones, conquering Grids, and controlling the Crucible’s framework. Each Grid was a battleground, layered with evolving threats, system challenges, and a final boss called the Throne. Whoever cleared it gained control. Power. Territory. Influence. But there was a cost. Modern weapons failed. Guns jammed. Satellites crashed. Drones fell from the sky. The Crucible disabled Earth’s arsenal, forcing humanity to fight by its new rules. Only Skill Cores worked. Only System access mattered. And only one currency held value: Crux — an energy harvested from fallen monsters, transferred directly to the killer’s neural account. It became the lifeblood of the new world — used to buy upgrades, unlock abilities, and secure survival. Now, the world is divided into Zones. Each person is ranked. Each Grid is contested. Each day is a fight to survive. From the remnants of the old Earth rises a new reality — one ruled by skill, strategy, and spectacle. The weak are consumed. The strong ascend. Everyone has a chip. Everyone has a Core. Everyone wants Crux. This is not just survival. This is the Ascension Protocol. Welcome to Crucible Earth.
NerdyNovelist · 1.5K Views

Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
Idiocrat · 117.9K Views

Jabir Bin Hayyan

Born in 721 CE to an Arab apothecary executed for aiding the Abbasid rebellion, young Jabir ibn Hayyan inherits his father’s revolutionary spirit and scientific curiosity. After fleeing Umayyad soldiers with his mother, he finds refuge in Yemen under astronomer-alchemist Harbi al-Himyari. There, Jabir masters celestial navigation and Greek philosophy, but his defining moment comes when he distills seawater into purity using a clay alembic – awakening his lifelong obsession with transformation. Witnessing mercury-poisoned miners, however, forces a moral reckoning: "Knowledge must serve life, not death." At nineteen, bearing encrypted formulas from his father, Jabir seeks Imam Ja’far al-Sadiq in Medina. Surviving the Imam’s philosophical trials, he becomes his star pupil. Under Ja’far’s guidance, Jabir synthesizes nitric acid ("water that bites stone") and learns to frame experimentation as spiritual devotion. He meets Fatima, a fierce scholar challenging gender barriers, who becomes his intellectual partner. When political pressure mounts, they establish a secret laboratory in Jabir’s ruined childhood home in Kufa. Here, Jabir pioneers systematic chemistry – distilling rose attar, documenting reactions, and encrypting truths in symbolic texts. "Truth corrodes unprepared minds," he warns as orthodox scholars brand him a heretic. His innovations attract the powerful Barmakid family. Summoned to Baghdad’s glittering court in 775 CE, Vizier Ja’far al-Barmaki demands gold transmutation. Jabir stuns nobles by producing ammonium chloride from hair but refuses military applications. "Knowledge must feed the hungry, not kill them," he declares, instead developing steel plows and canal sealants that save thousands from floods. Patronage proves perilous: spies steal his waterproofing formula, and Fatima must run a hidden women’s lab. When the Barmakids fall in 803 CE, soldiers torch Jabir’s workshop. He escapes with core manuscripts, including his evolving *Kitab al-Sab’een* (*Book of Seventy*), framing chemistry as cosmic balance: "As mercury unites metals, knowledge unites soul and cosmos." Exiled and arthritic in Raqqa, Jabir works in a dye shop cellar, refining hydrochloric acid while evading spies. He mentors young apprentice Abu Musa, stressing ethics over ambition: "Record every failure – they light the path." Testing arsenic antidotes on himself, he nearly dies but proves their efficacy. As Abbasid enforcers close in, he buries manuscripts in Qum desert jars. Now aging and grieving Fatima’s slow poisoning from mercury exposure, he returns to Kufa. In a final laboratory beneath an indigo shop, he completes his life’s work – quantifying elemental interactions via the *mizan* (balance) system. Surrounded by a mob demanding gold, he whispers his last truth to Abu Musa: "The true elixir is knowledge multiplied through time." Jabir dies in 815 CE, but his legacy ignites a chain reaction. His students smuggle 500+ treatises to Baghdad’s House of Wisdom. By the 12th century, Latin scribes in Toledo translate his works as "Geber," inspiring medieval alchemists. Roger Bacon studies his *Summa Perfectionis*; Newton annotates his texts. Modern spectroscopy confirms his elemental theories, sustainable chemists revive his techniques, and AI reconstructs his charred manuscripts. From the mercury-stained laboratories of 8th-century Kufa to the quantum equations of today, Jabir’s encrypted wisdom endures: the noblest transmutation is not lead into gold, but curiosity into enduring light.
Emad_Sadiq · 1.6K Views
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