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Danmachi: Luki's Adventure

Davi_Mello
Luki was a burned-out office worker, living to work and working to survive — until an unexplained death left him waking up in the body of an elf, in a world he barely recognized. No powerful system. No blessings from Fate. Not even the ability to speak the local language. Alone and confused, he somehow finds his way into the Hestia Familia — and begins his life anew as an adventurer at the very bottom. With no real ambitions beyond staying alive, he slowly steps into the Dungeon, trying to find something — anything — that makes him feel alive again. He never expected to discover a passion for battle… or for the strange warmth blooming in his chest. Luki only wants to grow at his own pace, without interfering in the world’s main story. But destiny rarely cares what you want. A grounded Danmachi fanfic about quiet growth, second chances, and a man trying to make sense of a world full of gods and monsters. ////// Several aspects of the world have been or are being changed, with strong AU elements. If you're picky about this type of content and can't stand seeing a fanfic that differs significantly from the original, then go to hell. The Falna system has been permanently altered, the gods have more functionalities and powers them just Falna's updaters, the Dungeon will change from a certain point, some characters may have a different personality from the original, either intentionally or due to the author's skill, the elf race has been heavily altered to suit my tastes, whoever has a problem with that can go fuck themselves. Yes, this is a harem, if you don't like it then write your own fanfic and don't come complaining here. Yes, the beginning is slow. Yes, the protagonist doesn't have a Skill at the beginning. Yes, the protagonist doesn't have any form of Magic at the beginning. Yes, the main plot has been thrown in the trash. No, there is no Evilus or plot about the evil gods. Yes, there are more Dungeons in the world. Yes, the protagonist will be very powerful in the future. Yes, I use artificial intelligence to write. Yes, I'm an amateur and there are probably many unintentional loose ends. No, I don't know all the content and history behind the plot of the original work, and I don't want to know. Do we understand each other? Good, them go ahead and read it with an open mind.
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The Devil Who Claimed Me

She hated him for lying to her and kidnapping her. He would burn the world to protect her. “I’d rather die than be owned by you,” I screamed. He approached slowly, his expression cold and unreadable. “You can’t die without my permission.” -------------- Mila Vega, a promising heart surgeon, lived her life on her own terms until she saved a stranger, until she found out the weak and injured man she had brought home was a ruthless devil. Dominic Russo, a mafia king, cold, calculative, untouchable. Mila hated him. She hated him for locking her up, for the way he looked at her as if she belonged to him. ----------- I stepped back as he approached. “You won’t be able to cage me here,” I barked. “I’ll find my freedom.” He sneered, with dangerous light in his eyes. “Try it. You won’t make it past the gate." He didn’t bluff. He wouldn’t let her leave his side, no matter what. Trapped in his dangerous world, Mila should run. But why couldn’t she stop thinking about him? She saw him kill without mercy, yet his eyes softened when they rested on her. His touch was possessive, but protective. ‘Does he love me?’ Her heart raced. In the world ruled by blood and power, with enemies close in from every corner, emotions were luxury. Love couldn’t bloom. Just as she started to wonder if this monster had a heart, she realized his heart was too cold to warm it. She understood she was nothing but his plaything. Mila’s hatred ignited all over again. She wanted to disappear from his world for good. But the man she called a monster, a ruthless killer, might be the only one willing to burn the world to protect her. ------------ He pinched my chin, putting enough force to make me wince. “You will not run again.” I dared to look into his eyes defiantly. “And if I do?” He said in a calm tone. “I’ll bring you back.”
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