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I Got My System Late, But I'll Become Beastgod

[You have been chosen by Aloka, The Creator, to stand against the coming catastrophe.] [The war has begun. You must rise beyond mortality.] [For this reason, you have been granted the most powerful system—] [WAR-BORN ASCENSION SYSTEM.] In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity stands on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void. Aamir Singh is no chosen hero. He is a warrior forged in battle, relying only on skill, grit, and the will to survive. In a world where monstrous beasts reign supreme—immune to magic, unfazed by modern weapons—humanity teeters on the brink of extinction. Their last hope lies in Adrenaline Energy, a hidden potential that grants warriors superhuman abilities. But even this power is failing against the horrors emerging from the void. Aamir fights—undaunted, unbroken. But destiny had already marked him long before he ever realized it. For months, a mysterious armor has been in his possession—an enigma left untouched. But on the eve of a mission that could change everything, he finally dons its mask… and the Warborn Ascension System awakens. Power beyond human comprehension. Secrets buried in time. A path he never asked for. Alongside Riya, a prodigious magic wielder, and a band of warriors bound by fate, Aamir must rise beyond mortality itself. The world does not need a hero. It needs a Beastgod. But as the system reveals the truth behind his existence, one question remains: Will Aamir’s newfound power be the key to salvation—or the catalyst for the world’s doom? #FANTASY #SYSTEM #LATESYSTEMAWAIKING #SLOWBURN #ACTION #BEASTS
CelestialWordsmith · 106.4K Views

My Comatose Accidental Husband Woke Up... And Refused To Let Me Go

She was a pawn in a conspiracy, forced to marry a man in a coma, the infamous, untouchable heir of the Bennett family, just to “bring him luck.” But on their wedding night, Nevaeh Huck did something no one expected: A single prick of her silver needle, and the sleeping devil opened his eyes. Cold. Arrogant. Breathtakingly dangerous. "Divorce," Cassius Bennett growled, staring at the woman who dared to stand beside his bed. "I don’t care who you are. Get lost." "I saved your life, Cassius Bennett!" ""If superstition could save lives, who needs doctors?" He rejected her. Humiliated her. Tried to erase every trace of her. But he forgot one thing: she wasn't a weak little pawn. She was fire, the kind that leaves scars. And just when she turned her back on him… he started showing up everywhere. At her workplace. Outside her apartment. In her dreams. "Wife," he whispered one night, eyes dark with desire, "since you woke me up… don’t even dream of waking up next to anyone else." She rolled her eyes. "Good dogs don't block the road." "Then leash me," he murmured. "I’ll follow you for the rest of my life." But what neither of them expected… was that her needle didn’t just wake a man. It awakened a storm. And now, the man the world feared is willing to burn it all down just to keep her. Enemies want her gone. Secrets want her broken. But the tyrant she accidentally saved? He wants her body, soul, and name. Forever. Get ready for a slow-burn obsession, hidden power plays, revenge, and a love that began with a single needle prick, but might end in blood.
Bloodrose_7 · 2.9K Views

Reaping Devil

Orion was a homeless orphan living in the human settlement Central. The boy was, for lack of a better word, stupid—not because he lacked intelligence (no, he was actually pretty normal intellectually speaking), but what else would you call a person who smiled after getting beat to a pulp?! Stupid! STUPID THROUGH AND THROUGH! With his luck too, he was constantly getting beaten—punched by thieves, punched by beggars, punched by beggar thieves! But somehow, as long as he came out alive by the end, he thought it was a win. To him, the thrill of throwing himself into a helpless situation and coming out on top was exhilarating—the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the sweat running down his skin, the body aching from overuse. It was all so miserable, but somehow, when everything passed, he felt a rush of exstasy that surpassed all pain endured. Until the day came when he was met with a truly terrifying enemy. But he was used to it—steadying his resolve, analyzing the environment, and planning how to survive. But there was no surviving then. There was only death, and that was what awaited him. So he died… But he lived. And now, he was faced with two options for the future: help save humanity from doom, or aid its destruction. Note 1: HEAVILY inspired by Shadow Slave, this novel is an attempt at giving G3's masterpiece some of my own ideas. Not tagged as fanfiction because the story doesn’t happen in the same universe as Shadow Slave. Note 2: This storyu will skip a bit of context, but please take things at face value at first, i'll explain everything at the right time, i just don't want to give everybody walls of text of world building every 2 paragraphs.
Me_Really · 3.8K Views

System Nemesis

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]
LaPlume · 1.9M Views
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