Corpse Sykkuno

In the beginning, there was only Darkness. From that endless void, a divine being was born—a god who shaped the heavens, the hells, and the many races of existence. But power invites betrayal. The god was murdered by those she once blessed. Her death echoed through time, forgotten by all... except one. He was never worshipped. Never remembered. Never named. Because he came before her. Now, in a modern world where gates unleash monsters and corrupted mana, a boy is found sitting alone atop a mountain of corpses. His name is Kaen—and he is not human. Reborn in secret, Kaen joins a prestigious hunter academy. To the world, he is just another student. But behind his calm smile lies something older than gods, angels, and all creation itself: Primordial Darkness. As divine weapons awaken, ancient pacts return, and war brews in the heavens once more... the one who watched everything unfold finally begins to move.

In a world overrun by dungeons, everyone awakens with a System linked to their destined class. The strong become Hunters. The weak become corpses. Kaito Ryu has no System. No class. No future. Mocked as a dungeon janitor and discarded by society, he’s barely surviving—until a betrayal leaves him bleeding out in a dungeon’s depths. That’s when something inside him snaps. SYSTEM ERROR: Class ‘None’ rejected… Assigning forbidden class: [DEVOURER]. Now, Kaito can absorb the abilities of monsters—and humans. Strength. Speed. Magic. Even memories. But with each skill he devours, something darker stirs inside him. Will he rise as humanity’s savior… or become its worst nightmare?

Fuck me. I was just trying to pull my favorite character from a gacha banner — Trafalgar du Morgain. The legendary swordsman. The cursed heir. The tragic side story no one cared to fix. Discarded by his clan. Humiliated by his siblings. Dead by suicide before the main plot even began. Guess who woke up in his body? Yeah. Me. Now I’m stuck in a game world that had zero lore, zero guidance, and zero chance of survival — except for the broken-ass Talent I somehow unlocked. I’ll kill, steal, lie, betray—whatever it takes. If survival means blood on my hands, then so be it. I didn’t choose this world, but I’m not going to let it chew me up and spit me out. I’ll climb over corpses if I have to. I’ll become the villain, the monster, the nightmare they never saw coming. Because in this world, there’s only one rule that matters: survive or die. And I’m not dying here. Not again.

When a mutilated corpse is found by a sacred river in a quiet West African village, a troubled detective teams up with a spiritual elder and a young woman with a mysterious past to uncover a centuries-old curse tied to a drowned river queen—one whose song was silenced, and who now demands the world listen.

Betrayed at the peak of his reign by the so-called Celestial Architects, Kael Draven — once the most feared Warlord in the Outer Heavens — is executed for defying the cosmic order. But instead of oblivion, he wakes in the trash heap of a dying lower realm… inside the body of a crippled sect slave. The world expects him to crawl. Instead, he walks — barefoot — into the battlefield and slaughters 50,000 cultivators. Armed with the Supreme Chaos System, a glitched god-level program that breaks all laws of cultivation, Kael doesn’t just seek revenge. He seeks to rewrite the code of reality itself — to crash the heavens, exploit the harem system, abuse karma points, and burn morality like outdated firmware. Cold, manipulative, and impossibly strategic, Kael turns sects, empires, and even immortals into tools or corpses. MILFs, GILFs, queens, and forbidden waifus gather like moths to the anomaly in the sky. After all, he’s not the protagonist of fate. He’s the bug that rewrites it.

Zhao Feng was reincarnated into the Qin state during the Warring States period, precisely at the time when the legendary Qin Shi Huang unified the six states. Zhao Feng reached the age for conscription and was assigned to the logistics troops, responsible for battlefield cleanup and corpse retrieval. The logistics troops were not known for their combat prowess and usually handled miscellaneous tasks. However, for Zhao Feng, it was paradise. By touching corpses: +1 Strength, +1 Speed, +1 Physique, +1 Spirit, +1 Longevity By touching elite corpses: +5 Strength, +5 Longevity By killing enemies, the attributes received doubled: +10 Strength, +10 Longevity With the collected attributes, Zhao Feng grew stronger and stronger, capable of breaking down city gates with a single punch and shattering mountains with another. Thanks to the collected longevity, he even achieved immortality. Zhao Feng relished his role in the logistics troops!

Synopsis: > When he died, he expected either peace or punishment—not a system beep. “Welcome to the Eternal Greeting System. Please select your lifelong greeting.” That was the first message he saw in his new life. Reborn into a cultivation world and forced into a monastery as a novice monk, the only greeting available to him was: “Amitābha.” From that moment on, he gained power every time he greeted someone using that word. +1 power. Every time. No exceptions. Whether it’s a child, a beast, a corpse, or a demon king—he must greet them all. Even in the face of death, he must speak those sacred words. Bound by the monk’s code and forbidden from breaking character, his only path forward… is through it. They mocked him at first. Now they tremble when they hear: > “Amitābha.” Novels 1. Lord of the Void Realm 2. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner 3. Zero Protocol: Red, The Code Ascendant 4. The Empty Threshold 5. MJ Reborn: Rebound from Oblivion 6. Amitabha Online: The Monk That Greets Death

They call it the Loom — a hidden weave that stitches power into fools reckless enough to bind it. Sparks of metal, flowers, stone, secrets. Enough to make a gutter rat a ruler — or stitch their corpse right back into the dirt. Kael Merin’s never been reckless. He trades ruin scrap for Shards, sleeps with one eye open so nobody cuts his throat for his last Token. Not a hero. Not chosen. Just hungry enough to crawl into holes the Orders don’t guard — the ones they warn you to leave shut. Some swear the Loom is alive. Some say a Numen — the Weaver — still dreams at its heart, half-god, half-lie, waiting for a fool to wake it up and finish what it started. Kael finds a Spark he shouldn’t. Steals it. Survives it — somehow. Now his Threadrealm hums with secrets that shouldn’t whisper, and every ruin is deeper, darker, hungrier. The vaults cough up riddles and half-dead things that remember too much. There’s no prophecy. No blessing. No mentor with answers. Just a desperate boy, a stolen Spark, and a rumor that maybe the Weaver didn’t vanish — maybe it hid inside him. The gutter wants him gutted. The Orders want him chained and bled dry. And the Loom? The Loom wants him to weave — or die screaming.

Death was supposed to be the end. It wasn't. He had conquered the martial world as the legendary Blood God Energy—a master strategist whose name struck fear into enemies across the land. But even legends fall when those closest to them drive the knife deepest. Betrayed by the very lord he served, he died thinking his story was over. He was wrong. Reborn as Aslan, the fifteen-year-old crown prince of the fallen Maran Kingdom, he awakens to find his royal blood has become a death sentence. Enslaved by the very nobles who destroyed his homeland, he's thrust into the brutal gladiatorial arenas—not for glory or freedom, but for their twisted entertainment. They don't just want him to die; they want to preserve his corpse as a trophy, a taxidermied reminder of a kingdom's extinction. But they've made one fatal miscalculation. The body may be that of a scrawny prince, but the mind belongs to a master who has crawled back from death itself. Armed with memories of two lifetimes and an unbreakable will to live on his own terms, he'll transform from prey to predator. Because this time, he won't just survive the game of power and betrayal. He'll rewrite the rules entirely. In a world that sees him as nothing more than entertainment, how far will a dead man walking go to reclaim his throne?

In a kingdom where divine blessings determine one’s worth, Prince Ruvan Artheim was born with nothing. No blessing. No power. No future. To the royal court, he is a worthless shadow the sickly youngest prince they mock and ignore. But on the night his father, the Emperor, is assassinated and his eldest brother seizes the throne, everything changes. As blood drips down his forehead from a brutal strike, a voice whispers within him: “Do you wish to make them bow, Ruvan?” Awakening the Blood Puppet Curse, Ruvan gains the power to manipulate emotions and memories through blood. From that moment, the lamb becomes a predator. Quietly, ruthlessly, he begins weaving strings of blood across the palace, turning enemies into puppets, and puppets into corpses. In a kingdom that worships divine blessings, he will rise to claim the Throne Of Sins, feared by all and loved by none. Once a powerless shadow. Now, he sits upon the Throne of Sins.

"The missing ingredient is a test subject with Royal Blood..." Raven Kyzer, a Commoner boy, grew up in an orphanage along with his twin sister, after losing their mother at a young age, having never met their father. After being discovered to possess Royal blood, the twins are abducted by the Church of Persona. Raven is used as a test subject in an ancient form of Forbidden Magic, known as the Homunculus Ritual, while his sister goes missing in the clutches of the church. The Homunculus Ritual is conducted to turn Raven into a powerful but mindless Monster, a loyal weapon for the church with no sense of free will...but something goes wrong, the ritual fails to destroy Raven's mind and he escapes the clutches of the church. Furious at being turned into a Monster, Raven swears revenge against the church, determined to make them pay for what they did to him, as well as to rescue his sister from their clutches. But there's only so much he can do by himself, even with the new powers he gained through the Homunculus Ritual...that's when he has a fateful encounter with the nation's most wanted criminals, a group known as The Irregulars, who, like Raven, have their own reasons to despise and go after the church, as well as the corrupt Nobility that oppresses the Commoners. With their goals aligned, Raven decides to join The Irregulars, taking the first step on his long, arduous path to revenge... Instagram: @aimdaqs Discord Server: https://discord.gg/J497zhJb

Su Jin'er enrolls in Yijiang Medical School due to her parents' wishes. Though it wasn't her choice, she finds solace in the company of her best friend. However, she soon encounters unimaginable horrors—getting lost, recurring nightmares, disappearing corpses, midnight cries, and the mysterious deaths of her friends one by one. As the terror escalates, the line between life and death blurs. Will she survive, or will she become the next victim?

Adolf Hitler died choking on the ashes of his Reich… only to awaken in a world of magic, monsters, and weak-willed kings. Reborn in a land untouched by blitzkrieg or bullets, he finds no swastikas, no iron crosses — only empires ripe for conquest and sorcerers too soft to rule. Stripped of title but not of hatred, he begins again. Not as a man. As a force. With steel in his hands, fire in his veins, and poison in his words, he sets out to build an empire of blood — one bullet, one spell, one corpse at a time. There is no redemption. There is no remorse. Only war. Content Warning: This story contains depictions of fascist ideology, war crimes, and morally reprehensible behavior from an unapologetically evil protagonist. It does not glorify these beliefs — it explores their horror through fiction and philosophical conflict. If you’re uncomfortable with dark historical themes or villain-centered narratives, this story is not for you.

I transmigrated and went through numerous hardships to become an official, but unexpectedly, I was falsely accused by my superior and thrown into prison. Then, I awakened the Eternity Mirror and began the cycle of cultivation. I could solidify my fate with [Dao Fruit], ensuring eternal enlightenment about Tao. Using parallel worlds as a way to avoid calamities, I sought blessings in the real world... In the first life, I joined the Heaven and Earth Society as an important mission to resist the Qing Dynasty. I condensed the fate of [Righteous Thief], performing righteous deeds, striving to conquer my destiny. Faced with threats from the imperial court, there was a chance to seek good luck and avoid misfortune. I also became a disciple of the Dragon Gate Sect's Daoist, learning the art of the Corpse Immortal. I condensed the fate of [Underground Lord], a third-class wandering ghost in the underworld without a ghost register or duties, the beginning of Corpse Immortals... What about the second life? I haven't decided yet...

Under a crimson moon, Brian discovered that just like some rare extreme psychopaths, he also acquired a miraculous ability: to fulfill the lingering attachment of the remains and receive gifts from the corpses. While he felt joy, there was also a bit of confusion. Being of good conduct and benevolent to others, why did he also receive the crimson moon's gift? This was the greatest insult to his noble character!!!

Welcome to Hell’s Game. [Entering instance: Bloody Restaurant] [The position you applied for: Delivery Person] [Your customers include: a fat otaku emitting a corpse stench, a maid who bursts at the slightest disagreement...] [Your colleagues include: A boss who's too pretty to be human, A cow or a horse in the literal sense, a man-eating tree that swears in French...] Facing these incredible characters, Liu Zheng, who wanted to be a decent person, had no choice but to give up on humanity.

Tricked by a soothsaying mother, during the ghost year, ghost month, ghost day, and the wide-open Ghost Gate, I sneaked into the deep mountains with a Zhang Family heirloom, the Star Stealing Life-changing Talisman. By a mix-up of Yin and Yang, a devastatingly beautiful thousand-year-old female corpse absorbed some of my life force, and she awakened... Kids over 12, please watch this book together with the little buddy on your back, and don't block his view! (Note: don't turn back now, because he has also seen this text!)

Warning: Some of the content in this novel is just fiction. Do not use it in real life. Some of the content in this novel contains (18+) scenes and scenes of Incest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you are not ready for sensitive content, I will add a message at the end of the chapter title that it is 18+ You can skip it. I’m a new writer, and this is my very first story. I’m still learning and growing, so I’d like to sincerely apologize in advance for any mistakes or imperfections in the writing. Thank you for giving my work a chance—I hope you enjoy the journey. This is the story of Isaac, an ordinary young man who dies in an accident and is given a second chance at life—or so he thinks. Expecting to be reborn as a baby or into someone else's body like in other stories, he instead wakes up inside a rotting corpse, unable to move, breathe, or escape. Just when it seems like his fate is sealed, a mysterious System activates, offering him the chance to choose five powerful skill—each at the ultimate rank. His first choice: Resurrection.

It was said that the young lady from the Chi family, who was raised in the countryside and didn't even finish her sophomore year of high school, was brought back home. People were looking forward to seeing her become a laughingstock. Unexpectedly— Why did the grandchildren and sons of Kyoto's top prestigious families eagerly join the same class as Chi Gui? Why did a world-renowned medical expert converse so kindly and familiarly with Chi Gui? And then there's the ruthless, unapproachable prince of the Fu family, whose demeanor did a complete 180, showing off Chi Gui daily in chat groups? Others: "My girlfriend cooks well!" "My darling plays the piano well!" Fu Si: "My wife excels at dissecting corpses." Crowd: … Chi Gui: … These people are so annoying. [A steel-hard, candid major boss lady X refined but flirty business tycoon]

He died. Then woke up in Magi. Surrounded by corpses, Alex rises with a system, a new name—Merlin—and violet Rukh swirling around him. Ancient symbols burn on his skin. A grimoire floats beside him. Soldiers panic. Magi feel it. Even the dark Rukh takes notice. He’s not here to follow fate. He’s here to break it. New kingdom. New knights. Same chaos. And it all starts with one corpse coming back to life.

"My agent said I'd die for this role. She wasn't kidding.” One minute I'm falling from a rooftop, the next I'm: > Possessing a disgraced noble’s corpse > Running from his knife-collecting widow (Note to self: Don’t ask why she has so many.) > Getting voicemails from a snarky AI… who thinks it’s God Turns out my acting skills work here: > Method Actor – Become anyone… *if I forget myself* > Prop Master – Summon anything I’ve held… *always slightly wrong* Now the kingdom thinks I’m a prophet. The cultists want blood. And that AI just dropped three truths: 1. My death wasn’t an accident. 2. This world isn’t real. 3. Someone’s rewriting the script—and my role might not survive the next draft. Updates daily • Mind Bender • All lies have consequences “The best con artists don’t cheat the system—they rewrite it. But what happens when the script rewrites* you*?"

Three centuries ago, reality tore open and parasites from another dimension poured through. They didn't just kill humanity—they consumed it, wearing human faces while spreading like a plague through every major city. The strong became Originals, commanding lesser generations in a hierarchy of monsters that humanity calls Bloodsuckers. Now they own everything. Governments, corporations, entire cities bow to creatures that should be myths. That's when the Shadowguard was born. They were humanity's elite hunters equiped with the skills and tools to put an end to the bloodsuckers. But they became nothing more than political tools, protecting the wealthy while the poor got harvested by Bloodsuckers like cattle. Kaine Cross was one of the best hunters alive until he walked away from the corruption. He decided to become a solo hunter. Unfortunately, going freelance got him killed by the very monsters he'd spent twelve years learning to destroy. Death was supposed to be final. Instead, Kaine awakens in an ancient tomb with a system that makes him something the bloodsuckers have never faced—a predator that grows stronger with every kill, commands armies of the dead, and turns their own kind against them. Every kill feeds his strength. Every corpse becomes a loyal soldier. Every battle expands his growing army until even vampire lords will bow or join his ranks permanently. [LEGENDARY WEAPON ACQUIRED: SOUL END - THE DEATH REAPER] [SKILL UNLOCKED: CORPSE DOMINATION - UNLIMITED ARMY CAPACITY] [MORTAL ESSENCE SYSTEM: ABSORB POWER FROM EVERY KILL] Zombies. Liches. Reapers. Wights. Revenants. And even monster girls; beautiful, deadly creatures once enslaved by the vampires now serve at his side, bound by Kaine’s will or by lust, vengeance, and freedom. He's not a hero. Heroes save people. Kaine Cross collects enemies and turns them into allies, whether they want to be or not. The vampires ruled through fear for centuries. Now they're about to learn what happens when death itself holds a grudge. Join Kaine as he builds an unstoppable army of undead and monster girls, and leads them on a path of blood-soaked revenge. Build an army. Claim your revenge. Rule the dead.

A Young woman dies on her trip to Japan in the most anticlimactic way possible, buried by a pile of manga, light novels, and even lewd doujin after an earthquake. In her last moments, all the wishes she has suddenly become reality and materialize in all sorts of Special Abilities before she finds herself reincarnated into a corpse! Wait... Why is the corpse not moving? No matter how much she tries, it doesn't move, she's not even a zombie or something! Wait... Why is she stuck with the unmoving corpse? The corpse is actually not part of her anymore! Wait... Why is she not a physical being? Her hands are translucent, and so is her entire "new" body! "Huh... Am I a ghost?!" Accompany Maria as she survives as a ghost in a brand new and unwelcoming world, raises her own skeleton as her friend, and seeks the truth behind her second life’s death and how exactly she turned into a ghost. Not only will she have Phantasmal Powers and Dark Magic, but even the ability to raise her own Undead Army! Will anything be able to stand before her path for revenge? Over 100000 words (100 Chapters) available for free! Daily Chapters

In the ruthless Corpse Refining Sect, life is cheap, and death is only the beginning. Gu Muye awakens in a foreign body, haunted by fragments of the soul that died before him. Now an outer disciple trapped at the bottom of the sect, he has just six years to reach the Corpse Vein Realm. Fail, and he’ll be turned into a corpse puppet like countless others. With no talent, no allies, and enemies watching for weakness, Gu Muye must learn the forbidden arts of corpse refinement to survive. Buried deep within his dantian lies a silent black bone, a treasure that neither speaks nor shields him, but quietly devours the resentment of the dead. Pain, fear, and desperation push him forward. Every failure could cost him his life, or worse, his soul. On a path paved with corpses and shadowed by ancient secrets, he must carve out power in a world where even the dead can serve.

1.Warning: The story contains moments of mutilation and violence. 2.There are visual images hidden in the comments, don't miss them! _______________________________ I'm not a warrior. I'm not a heroine. I'm the one who draws where they fell. When everyone is rushing into battle, I draw the borders. When one shouts "forward!", another "hold your shield!" - I mark where the earth crunches differently. I'm a cartographer. A documentarian. An eyewitness. A witness. Not a participant. Why? Because when someone writes "victory", I want to know how many corpses are left behind this word. Because I was not chosen. I was chosen. The guild did not accept me right away. "Like, a girl with a map, who needs you if you can't shoot, cut, heal?" Then my route was saved by the squad. My drawing led them out of a trap. And then it turned out that a map on which every bush and corpse is marked is needed more than a pompous swordsman. I will not become a legend. But I know where she went wrong. And that's enough for me.

He was born as a corpse. Reborn in a world where men are obsolete. Betrayed by the sect that made him, hunted by those who desire him, and worshipped in a body not his own—he walks the path of cultivation with a secret no one can afford to know. In a world ruled by female cultivators, he is the anomaly that should not exist. And he intends to bloom.

What's the book about? It is about Demonic Cultivation!, If you cannot handle it, Please don't read it. Synopsis: When Song Wen killed the frail beggar who fought him over food and consumed his blood and soul, every cell in his body leaped with excitement. His spirit was exhilarated, and he realized then that his life would henceforth be filled with slaughter. For survival, for longevity, he would spare no effort, even if it meant creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood. --- BTW if you want to support me and read ahead by at least 50+ chapters, then join me on P.a.tr30n... the link is mentioned in the book cover image. Every chapter includes how far ahead we are on P-a-t-r-e-o-n so do check it out...

“Cast aside by my own blood. Abandoned in the cold. Betrayed for my own sins. But they should all remember one thing… I didn’t die. I became the North. And in these lands of ice and blood, I will build my kingdom, stone by stone, corpse by corpse. Through cunning, through desire, through cruelty… I will take back everything they denied me. And more.” > Banished by his own family for his treachery, the young noble Cassian is exiled to the wild, frozen North — a land ruled by the law of the strongest and the most primal instincts. His crimes? Lying, betraying, seducing, and humiliating his kin. In this world of red snow and hungry wolves, most would have frozen to death or wasted away in shame. But not him. For Cassian has no faith, no morals, no limits. With a razor-sharp mind and a poisoned tongue, he decides to turn this frozen wasteland into his own fief… and come back to haunt those who cast him out. Between political intrigue, sordid alliances, manipulation of desires, and merciless war, Caelan uses every weapon at his disposal — whether it’s the chessboard, the bedroom, or the dagger in the dark — to conquer the North… and then the entire kingdom. The throne doesn’t go to the one who deserves it… but to the one who dares take it. [This story contains mature themes, violence, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion advised.]

Chen Mang transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic world. In this world, corpse tides roam freely and death lingers everywhere. Survivors must become train captains, upgrading and reinforcing their trains by collecting minerals and other resources in order to avoid the undead hordes and survive. Otherwise, they become slaves under other train captains, living under others' roofs. Every train's "vehicle parts" has a level cap, and each upgrade improves its effect. However, the birthmark Chen Mang was born with gives him the unique ability to upgrade vehicle parts without any limit. When he raises several white-grade parts — like "bladed wheels" and "drills", which are scorned by other captains — to level hundreds, he realizes he has already become invincible in this world. From that moment on— A colossal train armed to the teeth with hundreds of carriages begins to roar through the apocalyptic wasteland. “In this world, there are only two kinds of people.” “Train captains, or slaves.”

London, 1887. Martin, a gifted young man from Manchester, arrives in the capital to begin his studies at the university. But just as he settles into the city’s fog and elegance... a nightmare returns. A notorious serial killer—missing for over a decade—reappears, leaving behind a new trail of corpses and cryptic messages. As Martin joins forces with London's detectives to unravel the mystery, he uncovers a chilling truth: The killer is just a pawn. Someone far more dangerous has been pulling the strings—manipulating events, lives, and nations like pieces on a chessboard. In a world ruled by masks and illusions, Martin must face a terrifying question: Who is the true King behind the game...?