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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 · 1M 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

Glitchy Dungeon Sim: What do you mean I need to have s*x to survive!?

Ilse thought her breakup with Ana was final—a clean, mutual parting. But Ana couldn't let go. For three days, Ana's obsessive texts, voicemails, and relentless stalking pushed Ilse to the edge. Blocking her didn't work; ignoring her didn't help. One dull, lonely night, Ilse tries to drown her stress with cheap beer, a vibrator, and an old dungeon-crawling RPG. Halfway through, her phone buzzes: an anonymous call. Ana. The sound of her voice sends Ilse into a panic. She screams, tells her to stay away, slams the phone down—but minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Ana is there, eyes wide and manic, clutching a knife and an ancient, bloodstained book. Ana chants something in a language that doesn't belong in this world. The blade plunges into Ilse's body, followed by a desperate, cuddle. As Ilse's vision fades, After being given a choice by an entity. Ilse wakes up somewhere else. A glitchy, corrupted world stretches before her, where reality bends like an old game on the verge of crashing. Naked, vulnerable, and utterly classless, Ilse stumbles through a bizarre urban sprawl, barely surviving. Living off mana pockets. A battle priestess, share's her energy with her. Giving her a choice, to play this world like a game or to succumb to the cycle. In this world, mana is life. And the most potent way to leech it? Through acts of intimacy. Ilse is thrust into a twisted realm where sex isn't just survival—it's power. However corruption threatens to change it all for the worse. **** UPDATES MONDAYS TUESDAYS WEDNESDAYS
Lewdwhisperer · 1K Views

SYSTEM MISSION: TAME THE MAFIA BOSS

“Your mission is to retrieve an artifact that was lost a long time ago. But that artifact wasn’t here in our realm. You have to find it on Earth. Someone had stolen the item ages ago and escaped. It was time to search for it again and try to have it back. It is destructive for Earth. We know their world was much more fragile than ours. And I chose you for this mission, General Rizika, for I believe in you. The kingdom as well. Will you accept the mission?” The king announced. [System: Mission: Retrieve the Autonus artifact.] [System: Please confirm.] “System, confirm.” She announced with a hard tone. [System: Mission: Retrieve the Autonus artifact confirmed. The tasks would start upon reaching Earth.] When she crossed the portal. [System: Hello, Rizika. Welcome to Earth.] [System: Checking your body...] ‘Wait, your voice changed.’ The male robotic voice that her system had in Albria had turned into a girly voice with a high-pitched tone. It wasn’t robotic at all. It seemed like there was a teenager in her head. [System: Loading resources...] [System: Opening...] [Glamour: Cool, Chic, Vibrant, Natural, Hot, Sunny. Select which one.] Each one was showing an image of her face with the makeup. [Footwear: Flipflops] [Jewelries: Star-studded earrings, bangle bracelet, diamond pendant necklace] [Other accessories: None] [Gold chest: None] [System: This is a Goddess system. Start with the mission to earn and visit beauty shops.] “A Goddess system? What the hell?! This is a fucking scandal!” She wasn’t done rampaging yet. “An—” She was panting in furiousness. “An insult! A debauchery to my career!” She went to a nearby tree and punched the sturdy bark. She had never even touched any makeup in her life. She was solely focused on training, fighting, and drinking beer with the knights. She’s a respectable general in her kingdom. Never in her life did she even wear a girl’s clothes outside of her standard military dress robe uniform. Sure, she had suitors, for despite how manly her actions and status are, her natural beauty was remarkable in the entire kingdom. She did not even pay attention to it. “System, do you know what’s the freaking mission?” It was a sarcastic question. “It’s to ret—” [System Mission: Tame the Mafia Boss] "What the actual fuck?" AN: Be warned for cursing, vulgarity, and sexiness. This is also the first time I write about systems. But it would focus in romance. > Please do check out my other story, THE RUNAWAY HUNTRESS. Thank you so much.
IzannahFrame · 11.1K Views

The Musings of The Silver Fox

Alternative Title - "Since I’m Reborn in Another World’s Oldest Country By My Ancestor, I Guess I’ll Have To Settle On Being ‘Racist’" Through the years of my past life, the moment I was born, you could say I watched and observed things coming from this person whose family being influential yet low-key and hidden. It was a practice started by my famiglia's first patriarch for the purpose of expanding the network of our famiglia's business and intelligence with layers of front organizations and entities handling the operations as the 'public face'. Our famiglia's first patriarch, he was the starter of everything and the one who set the foundations of our famiglia while we continue building and expanding his foundations. During my breaks, and vacation, from my other occupation, I play a certain game. The game itself while it is a fantasy and having a magic, it served as one of my training tools, knowing that the reality I live in does not have magic, and the reality itself, for example, me, able to go the speed beyond Mach 10 without devices. One day while partially drunk after drinking beer cans, my device suddenly had a reincarnate to another world offer by none other the first patriarch himself. After reading and understanding, I accepted it, reincarnating to the world similar to the game I used to play. From there, as a reincarnated citizen of Blue Star's oldest civilization and state under the same ruling royal dynasty, after reading the history books and records and many more accounted, I came to accept why the citizens of this country jokingly refer to the foreign persons from the younger countries and civilizations as 'youngsters' I'm now a full-fledged 'racist'! While I'm able now utilize full of myself , living the way I want in this new life, time to watch, learn, and replicate the swordsmanship techniques of every poor son of the gun, be it monsters, or mankind, in this world. Oh yeah, did you know there's a form of magic in this world? P.S. Also published in Wattpad and Scribblehub
Wahbtsa · 5.7K Views

Lout of the Count’s Family - (Part-I)

When I opened my eyes, I was inside a novel. [The Birth of a Hero]. [The Birth of a Hero] was a novel focused on the adventures of the main character, Choi Han, a high school boy who was transported to a different dimension from Earth, along with the birth of the numerous heroes of the continent. I became a part of that novel as the trash of the Count’s family, the family that oversaw the territory where the first village that Choi Han visits is located. The problem is that Choi Han becomes twisted after that village, and everyone in it, are destroyed by assassins. The bigger problem is the fact that this stupid trash who I’ve become doesn’t know about what happened in the village and messes with Choi Han, only to get beaten to a pulp. “…This is going to be a problem.” I feel like something serious has happened to me. But it was worth trying to make this my new life. ------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This is an unofficial translation of the novel "Lout of Count's Family." Every effort has been made to ensure accuracy, but there may be errors or omissions. The original work holds the sole copyright, and this translation is intended for entertainment purposes only. No commercial use is permitted without the author's consent. Please note that cultural nuances, idioms, and literary devices might be lost or altered in translation. The translator does not claim ownership of the original work or its characters. If you find any errors or have suggestions, please feel free to provide feedback. Thank you for reading! [Author – Yu Ryeo Han] [Proofreader – Rai_Mayank]
GroupChatOn · 1.2M Views

Beyond the Mistake

What the hell? Is it true? Is she-oh my gosh!? Whispers ripple through the university halls. Everyone is talking about her. She is Mandy-a girl who embodies quiet elegance, sharp intelligence, and an effortless air of sophistication. Though she exudes an aura of understated wealth, she remains grounded and unassuming. As a member of the campus band Black Panther, Mandy is admired not just for her talent but also for her poise and grace. She's never been swayed by the charm of the school's usual heartthrobs, carving out her own path away from the spotlight of cliché romances. Enter Dreid-the ultimate alpha male. Rich, athletic, and effortlessly charismatic, he's the guy every girl dreams about. But Mandy never gave him much thought, and Dreid's heart was always set on his best friend, Shantal. Everything changes during the annual school festival. Dreid, devastated by the news that his first love is marrying someone else, drowns his sorrows in beer-eight bottles deep. Meanwhile, Mandy, frustrated with her own troubles, drinks more than she should. Two lost souls. One reckless night. When they wake up together, confusion sets in. Blurred memories, unanswered questions, and a growing sense of dread. What happened between them? And how did they end up here? They agree to move forward with their lives. No attachments, no expectations. But as they're forced to confront each other, Mandy finds herself seeing Dreid in a way she never expected. And for Dreid, feelings he thought were impossible begin to surface. Sometimes, the most unexpected nights lead to the most life-changing stories.
Lexiaftermidnight · 1.1K Views

Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 7.5K Views
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