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Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

"Now you see?" she shouted in a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "You can't outsmart Scrients! They're the most intelligent beings across the two realms." "You're right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a heavy sigh. "I made a mistake. I was too arrogant to think that a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "Heik! Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I'm not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait, you can't. I killed them all.” ______ My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid, pointless scuffle, and in the middle of it, I tripped and hit my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in - the memories of another life, of a different world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First, I was in a game I used to play in my past life. Second, I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool and mysterious kind, either. No, my destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death! I was the worst type of cliché: an ungrateful, privileged, insufferable young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. The kind everyone hates — a snobby brat from a powerful noble family who thinks he owns the world just because he was born with a silver spoon lodged in his mouth. You know the type. The one the hero beats to a pulp to prove his worth. Yeah, I was that guy. And the hero? The hero was the kid I’d been bullying all this time. The same one I got into a fight with. He was the supposed savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And at the end of it all, the final antagonist of the game, the undefeatable boss… the Spirit King, was waiting. But could I even make it to the end? Could I conquer a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that was now my reality! “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could, but I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, twisting the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains before they could become threats - nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected? Who cares! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me—my survival, my life, my choices. “I will live this life with no regrets.” …But as I soon discovered, fate was not easily changed. And the price of altering one's destiny was steep.
The_One_Who_Was · 685.3K Views

My Fierce Farmhouse Wfe

Liuliu opened her eyes, and suddenly the surroundings felt ancient. The people, the bed she was lying on, everything screamed of ancient times. Liuliu felt a piercing headache. No, she begged, please don't let this be time-travel. I don't do that! Like it or not, on her first day after traveling through time, Liuliu had experienced a harsh awakening - apparently, her husband had inflicted an injury on her that left her with a broken head. The main character had fled, and sadly, Liuliu had to take her place. Thus, her journey into the real-life drama of time-travel commenced. The following day, after being informed about the incident, her family appeared furiously on the scene. The sight of her raging family, all brandishing butcher knives, sent a shiver of terror down Liuliu's spine. Liuliu's family brought her back home to recuperate. Her father sternly warned that if her husband's family didn't come to get her within three days, he would go to them instead. Liuliu trembled at the threat. Mercifully, on the third day, her husband’s family did come to get her, including her playboy brother-in-law. "Sister-in-law, how about coming home with me? After that, we can try our luck in town. Did your parents give you any silver?" The fourteen-year-old brother-in-law had learned to gamble from his elder sister-in-law, who had not been in the house for long. Now, he was not only there to pick her up, but also to gamble! "Fifth brother, these books are for you!" Liuliu handed over several books borrowed from the Academy to the bookworm fifth brother as she was passing by to gamble. She got them by climbing the wall and had even borrowed some books. The books, of course, couldn't say no. Her younger sister was being bullied by her husband's family. Liuliu, along with her playboy fourth brother and bookworm fifth brother, went to help her. It was then that Liuliu realized they had encountered a jerk who beat her sister's husband to a pulp, and official divorce papers were handed over. "Little sister, once we're free of this crooked tree, we have an entire forest to explore. Let your sister-in-law show you around!" Liuliu was deeply satisfied. After all, anyone who disrespected her loved ones deserved a beating! Recommendation for the new 2021 book "Tough Daughter-in-law from the Rural Area". Come and support, enjoy the read!
plants melons but gets beans · 412.3K Views

Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.
Duke_Asmodeus · 1.4M Views

Hello, Again

[TECHNICAL ERROR WITH CHAPTERS: REPEATING CONTENT CHAPTERS PLEASE BE PATIENT AS I TRY TO SOLVE THIS ERROR ^•^] A scandal, a reunion and an unfinished past. It's funny how fate ties it all together in the end. --------- Lee Taeho; CEO, Tycoon, Hearthrob and basically Midas of the modern business world of Seoul. He has it all, so it seems. Money, looks, and especially a pretty lady in tow. Yes, sadly he is engaged to be married. He has it all sorted out, he owns the biggest tech company in all of the Republic of Korea and he stands to inherit the second biggest company from his marriage to a chaebol princess. In short, his future was set. Until a leak of his highschool picture. Now the media is raving about the innocent boy who wrote poems of the back of his school yearbook for his highschool sweetheart. Taeho heads to the south of Korea, in order to find the said lady he wrote poems for and do some damage control for his reputation before the marriage tanks before it even begins. But one look at Bo Yejeong and he is back to being the once obsessed teenage boy he was. And she was not alone! -------- Taeho stared down at the specimen in front of him, tilting his head to the side as he observe the little thing crouching on the ground. He was standing at a careful distance as though the kid would leap up to attack him anytime soon. "Hey kid, don't eat dirt. It's not for humans." The kid looked up at him and without breaking their eye contact, she reached out and grab a handful of dust as much as she could in her small stubby hands. Taeho watched in disbelief as she stuffed everything into her mouth without ever taking her eyes off him. "Wha— Hey!" "Mommy says not to listen to strangers." "She's right but you should listen this once." Taeho unbuttoned his coat and crouched, inching closer to the kid. He didn't know what he was doing but he figured he might get her to spit the dirt out of her mouth somehow while trying not to throw up at the thought. "Ajhussi, go away or i will scream for policeman uncle to take you away." She warned without even looking up, she went drawing letters on the sand. Was a six year old supposed to act like this? "Ah, this brat." -------- Author's note: Hey! check this story out. i promise it won't disappoint ^^, oh and pls do leave powerstones as this is my entry to a WPC, hehe a bit shameless request here as i was the last entry for the competition. A bit late to the game! But i ensure that you will have fun with Taeho and his gang! They are a wild pack to be with!
miyobiya · 31.2K Views

When I growup

*Excerpt* "I am thinking of taking out a loan," I rolled my eyes, and thought to myself secretly, 'what an idiot but I can help this idiot!' I began with my lecture, educating a dedicated 'servant' is the duty of the 'master'. "A loan from a bank takes around 30 years to pay off, but if you rob a bank you are out in 10," "Ah...erm...Di'ordi what's with your head?" I felt puzzled by this, I mean my logic is sound! you don't have to worry about food and shelter in prison. I mean my 'servant' is decent enough to become a big boss while in prison. "Nothing, I robbed a bank a while back but my accomplice got caught the fool spent 10 years in prison but now she's out and living well." Ah, my last life but she will never know. "f*ck!" "No need to spout such filthy words, I haven't beaten you to a pulp or anything," -- Di'ordi had lived a fulfilling life and died beside the man she loved and surrounded by the men who secretly loved her. Of course, those men had been repeatedly suppressed for the past hundred years but because they are in fact his shattered soul made flesh weakening him, he had granted them a boon to stay by her side as her friends. Upon her death, his fracture souls were then bonded to her wandering soul and followed her to the thousands of light-years away planet to be reborn and join her once again. The issue is, it became a bit complicated due to her siblings and other circumstances. --- *Disclaimer notice: the cover is not mines, credit to the original owner* original novel~ please vote, thank you~ WPC February event~
SUPER_WEIRDO · 134K Views

SAGA OF A PECULIAR MAGE

A men born and raised in a peaceful world,suddenly transmigrated in a world of swords and magic.He should be celebrating as the dream of being isekied has become reality, Celebrating as he no longer have to hear tv channels everyday saying that world is about to end, world super powers are about to launch a war,government policy sucks, people protesting against forced vaccination, pollution killing planet and its animals, celebrity scandal etc.....all full of negatives. And when all of worlds people where suffering, you got lucky and gone to a great world, leaving this hellhole known as Earth!!!!!!!!!! You should be celebrating, right???? But the very moment you open your eyes in this new journey you were welcomed with a loud slap. out of nowhere,boys started to kick you to pulp,teachers disdains you for your low aptitude.there is no concept of industrialisation revolution, so if you born poor you are destined to die poor if not have a good aptitude. A world were humans yet to gain supremacy over other inhabitants unlike your previous one. A world where countries constantly fought each other unlike your where countries just show off there nuks but Don't use them. A world where there is no tv,smartphone,computer like your previous one. A world where there is no science but magic and occults. A world where human life has no value if not born with a golden spoon. Are you sure you are the luckiest one! ........... For grammar mistake, please bear with it for now. It will improve slowly but surely in near future. ............ book cover is collected not mine. .......... This is a pure imagination work, If you find any similarities with real world,novels,comics etc please show leniency.
Blueblood · 52.5K Views

CREOLE FOR THE SOUL

Creole For The Soul My father became sick with an autoimmune condition last April, 2020 in the first wave of the pandemic hitting our Black community in the MidWest. As the ambulance drivers took him away, little did I know that would be the last time I would see him as his Caregiver/daughter for over a month. Later that afternoon in calling the hospital I found I was refused visitation. Everyone was refused visitation due to raging Covid-19 hospitalizations in our community. I was stunned. Me, a retired medical social worker has always been at my father's side for the last 15 years. Image-2.jpg As time went on, I didn't hear from a doctor for 12 days, nurse contact was sporadic. I heard from a nurse that my father had contracted Covid-19 at the hospital 3 days after he went in. I badgered, cajoled the hospital social worker to see him to no avail. My father was too weak to handle a phone, but I did have 1 conversation after 15 days. He was despondent worried about me and why I wasn't there. I had to tell him about the hospital's no visitation policy. No one had told him! He was relieved I was okay. All I could do was cry. Dad got placed in a nursing home briefly that had a Covid-19 unit to help with patients who were too weak to go home. (No visitation of course). Then back to the hospital again to go into hospice. I got a call after a week in hospice that they were planning to move my father back to the nursing home because he hadn't died. The nurse persuaded me to come in as visitation was available because the unit had extra PPE's for family to wear. My boyfriend and I grabbed the chance. We spent 1 1/2 hour with Dad, talking, saying prayers. My father upon hearing my boyfriend's voice, in a slightly morphine drugged stupor looked at me then him, and spoke for the first time in 2 weeks. It was garbled, but it seemed important to him. After about a minute, my father relaxed and slept. He died the next day. The city lost his body for 3 torturous weeks later. I thought I would lose my mind. Thankfully my boyfriend and friends kept me from being a stark raving lunatic then. Once I got his body identified and cremated (funeral homes were Leary if Covid 19 victims and way overcrowded then) I relaxed. The owner of the city facility noticed my French last name - being Creole. He was from Louisiana and missed good gumbo recipes. I offered to text him a couple of family recipes. Delighted, he put 3 people to work to find Dad's body. It worked! I think my father, a master gumbo maker, who have chuckled over the Where's Waldo search for his body - and that gumbo recipes got him found! I miss his dry, sardonic humor and smile. The guilt over not bring able to visit him during his hospitalization haunts me a year later. My art got me through all of this - drawing everyday my feelings of loss that I could not express to my father. Author and writer name :- priyanshu Chicago Priyanshu
Chotu_Sagar · 1.7K Views

Marie Can't Stop Flirting With The Boys!!

[TAGLISH] [UPDATES: MON-WED-FRI] DISCLAIMER: K-12 was not yet implemented when this story was written. Marie is an ordinary 3rd year high student who's looking forward to her JS Prom next year. She's into designing, so she has decided to design her own gown for the prom. Five boys will change her outlook in life: the best friend, the class president, the delinquent, the musician, and the sports guy. Apart from her studies, friends, and family, how will she handle all these boy-related problems this school year? -- THE BEST FRIEND “Nasprain mo ba yang ankle mo?” Asher frowned at kinuha kaagad yung chips at cola sa akin tapos inassist ako papunta sa couch. Para naman sobrang nabalian ako ng paa nito ah. I pouted my lips as I sat down, “Di ko naman kelangan ng special treatment—“ “Special ka kaya sa akin,” he sat on my left at kinuha yung nasprain kong paa. THE CLASS PRESIDENT Rave raised his hand, “As the president of this class, I will vote Marie Marshall for the position.” I rolled my eyes at him. Ano na naman ba ‘to Rave? “Since you owe me something, maybe being the vice president would suffice,” he added. “I know you’re the president of the Arts Club but if you still need some help, I’m always here to guide you.” THE DELINQUENT Nathan placed his thumb on my lips and rubbed it. He cupped my chin and tilted my head to the side. “Nandito pa rin.” “Ang alin?” inalis ko yung kamay niya. “Yung mark na ginawa ko para sa iyo,” he looked me into my eye. “Ma...mark?” Yung hi..hickey ba yun na ginawa niya nung acquaintance party? “Oo,” he looked down to my lips, my neck, and my blouse. “Para malaman nung iba na may nag-mamay ari na sa iyo.” THE MUSICIAN “Sorry sa nangyari kanina kung bigla na lang kita hinila palabas,” Morgan released my hand. “Baka kasi pagkaguluhan tayo, mahirap na.” “Ah okay lang,” I answered. “Unless...gusto mong pagkaguluhan tayo at maging sikat ka na rin,” he was looking at me. Tumingin ako sa kanya, at parang nagtatanong ang mga mata ko kung bakit. “Syempre, may kasama akong babae. They’ll think we’re dating or...you’re my girlfriend.” THE SPORTS GUY I glared at Flynn, “Kung ayaw mo mag-aral sabihin mo kaagad para hindi nasasayang ang oras kong magturo sa katulad mong tamad.” “Tangina, harsh,” he chuckled and covered his mouth. “Ang ganda mo pag nagagalit ka, ate.” Medyo nag-blush ako dun. Maganda pag nagagalit? Weird. “Alam ko nang maganda ako dati pa.” He grinned widely, “Mas gumaganda ka pag nagagalit ka. Okay na?” -- [BOOK COVER: Credits to the owner of the photo. Edited using Canva] AUTHORS (radbffs/besties): iridescentdream (Amega Furoto) AinaWang (Caring for Mr. Mutant)
radbffs · 32.3K Views
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