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Percy Jackson and the Art of Gacha

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Benjamin Crowley was once an obsessed fanfiction reader. He worked in a company he didn't particularly like and one where he would rather chew on nails and broken glass than to talk to his colleagues(considering their collective IQ would at most be room temperature). On his way to work, fantasizing about all the possible ways to pretend to be ill, he forgot to pay attention to the street. Now regularly you would guess that he died now and some weird shenanigans happen resulting in him reincarnated as one Percy-(Gods fucking dam it, pay your fucking child-support)-Jackson and you would be absolutely correct. Or you have an amateur author with basically no practice and no proofreading, write a fanfic about something that does not exist yet. Fuck proofreading, we die like Kazuma (Konosuba), with absolutely no dignity. Also, this will probably be a monsterfucker - fanfic with M/M/M pairing. There will be no ratings. R18 contend will be marked as such. Possible Trigger warnings will be placed at the beginning of the chapter. (If I remember to.)(*Sorry I usually write based on mood and vibes.) Please give me honest but polite feedback on chapters and don't be shy to tell me if something doesn't make sense. And please spare me the dismissive comments. Or the hate-ones. I really couldn't care less. Otherwise I hope you will enjoy this little fan-fiction of mine. *I might soon put up a Cover from Pinterest. If it belongs to you and you want it taken down. Just say so.
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Starting With SSS-rank: I Get A New Skill Every Livestream

One day, I decided to end my short livestreaming career. Not that I had ever started it with the intention of earning money. My life had hit rock bottom: a disappointment to my family, painfully average in academics, buried under massive debt after my company failed, and to top it all off, the one person who had been my emotional support, my loving girlfriend, cheated on me. Yes, life had turned into hell. So I chose to cut off all distractions and focus solely on my studies. However, the moment I went live to announce my decision, the few viewers I had exploded in rage. [There will be slaughter! Whoever made my Kyle sad deserves to burn in hell!] [My time with Kyle… gone… that demands… massacre.] [Kyle… Kyle… don’t go…] Then came a suggestion. [I have sent a gift for you. I hope that helps change your mind.] That gift, sent by one of my regular viewers, completely changed my life. I learned that the world I lived in wasn’t as simple as I had believed. Nightmares, shadows, ghouls, curses… they were as real as humans. And with the blessing I received, I became part of that hidden world. On top of that, I received a system that sometimes rewards me simply for existing. It’s crazy. The viewers I thought were just regular people were all deities. •••••••• A/N: For the first few arcs, the protagonist will operate in secrecy, and there is a good reason for it. The main character will experience sudden growth in strength, as this story isn’t about gradual power-building but about personal connections and slice of life. Expect heavy slice of life in this one. And please read through the free chapters before passing judgment. https://ko-fi.com/rashcore
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The Demon Lord’s Velvet Curse: My System Only Targets Lethal Beauties

[ SYSTEM ALERT: NEW GENRE DETECTED — EROTIC COMEDY ] Kael “The Unyielding” is the Kingdom of Austeria’s most efficient weapon. He treats warfare like accounting: cold, precise, and emotionally bankrupt. He has never lost a battle, and he has certainly never lost his composure. That is, until he kicks down the door of the Demon Lord Erosia. Bored out of her mind by Kael’s lack of narrative spice, the drama–hungry Demon Lord decides to give the stoic hero a fatal flaw. With a single, lazy flick of her clawed finger, she curses him with The Velvet Hunger—a spell that doesn’t just scramble his desires… it gamifies them. Now Kael is plagued by a neon-pink, translucent pop-up screen that only he can see. It floats in his vision, blinking like a magical mistake trying to ruin his public reputation: [ TARGET CRITERIA: WOMEN WITH FLUFFY TAILS ] [ MATCH DETECTED! INITIATE… COURTSHIP PROTOCOL. ] Suddenly, the man who once tanked a hydra’s breath is gripping his sword because a fox-kin librarian smiled at him the wrong way. To scrub the glitch and reclaim his dignity, Kael must fight his way back to the Demon Lord’s citadel. He is accompanied by a party assembled for maximum damage control: • Ignis, a battle golem programmed to physically restrain him when the curse activates, • Varen, a panicking geriatric alchemist who does not get paid enough for this, • Brother Oat, A young, incredibly handsome, pacifist monk who has taken a Vow of Silence and a Vow of Chastity. He acts as Kael safe space. • Sir Roderick, The textbook definition of a hero. Chiseled jaw, shining armor, kind eyes, courageous heart. He is perfect. He is Kael right hand man. • Pip, a defective cupid-like cherub who cheers loudly every time Kael makes a terrible decision. • Elara, a cynical Half-Elf with ink-stained fingers, messy dark hair, and glasses(which she nervously takes off whenever Kaelen looks her way).As the only human female in the group, she lives in constant fear that the "Weekly Criteria" will cycle to match her. Kael has to save the world from eternal darkness—if he can stop his internal HUD from locking onto every deadly woman he meets and labeling her with things like: [ THE EXECUTIONER OF DUNGEON LEVEL 49 HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED AS YOUR IDEAL FIRST DATE. ] And unfortunately… she agrees.
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