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--- Taking a break to rewrite, will be back ASAP --- "You will suffice." That's what something whispered in Raizen's mind before a Nyx that slaughtered his village dissolved into shining ashes at his feet. He doesn't know what spoke to him, or why it led him to an unconscious girl with no memory. All he knows is his parents are dead, his home is gone, and the only place that'll take him now is the Underworks - an undercity of rust beneath Neoshima's shining petal walls. Down there, Nyx hunters called Gravers scrape together coins for chipped Luminite and drag themselves back from contracts missing limbs… If they come back at all. Someone offers Raizen a choice: he can stay in the Underworks and survive on scraps like the rest, or train for the Lotus Academy - where Vanguards learn to shape Eon into techniques that bend what should be impossible. But the voice that saved him hasn't spoken again. And the higher he climbs, a dark truth becomes clearer: the thing that saved him and the darkness that has haunted humanity for centuries... Might just be the same thing.

Zhao Shiza a teenage girl who has crush on a very handsome popular celebrity Xu Yuan. How the thinks takes place when their paths collide with each other. Are they destined to be together or her innocent Love for him are just meant to be broken.

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------

What does daily life look like when you're building a home in hell? Chris died the way he lived—unremarkably. A burnout, a college dropout, a man who was never enough. When a bored god pulls his soul into another world, Chris expects power, magic, and a destiny worth living for. Instead, he gets seeds. Now he's stranded in the Barrens, a wasteland where empires dump their exiles to die. His only companions: a bag of magical soil, 180 seeds that can grow into any plant he imagines, and an old caretaker who teaches him the rules of survival. No combat skills. No magic. No grand destiny. Just dirt. Seeds. And one more day. But when a dungeon tide threatens the village, the old man makes a final stand—and Chris is left alone with a dying garden, a growing village, and a voice in his head that whispers he could be so much more. Now exiles find his gate. A fallen demon general offers his sword. An imperial assassin seeks a place to heal. And spies from the great empires watch to see if this gardener will bloom—or become something they fear. In the Barrens, daily life is survival. But Chris is learning to grow something worth surviving for. Seeds of Supremacy is a slow-burn isekai about building a home, carrying the weight of those you've lost, and choosing who you want to become when the world expects you to be a monster. Updates regularly. Plant system. Village building. No harem. No overpowered MC. Just a gardener with seeds and a dream.

Harry Potter and the Knight of Hidden Truths is a fan-created, AI-formatted novel that reimagines the Harry Potter world through Matthew Knight, a scarred survivor of the same dark night that shattered the wizarding world. After surviving the Dartford Road explosion that killed his parents, Matthew grows up in the care of his grandmother, Vivian Knight. His body carries cursed scars, his dreams show fragments of a dog, a rat, and a lie, and the official story of Sirius Black never feels complete. Raised on discipline, languages, martial arts, puzzles, fantasy stories, and a fierce love for his nanny, Matthew becomes a sharp-minded, strong-willed boy with a deep hatred of bullies and a dangerous sense of justice.

Mana is the essence of the soul and what builds up life, those who are able to manipulate this energy are labelled as Witches. But as a minority, they were hunted nearly to extinction during the Dark Ages, but due to their perseverance they have survived until now. Even then the Witches now are nothing but used as tools, a Witch walking the same streets as a human is unheard of and even shamed, even having a Witch as a family member would end up in prejudice by others.

"The law says a Queen cannot rule. The King says the law must be cheated to save the world." To protect the Seven Kingdoms from the rising darkness of Draeven Zareth, King Aetheron and his most trusted ally, Lord Kaelor, commit a desperate act of high treason. They swap their newborn children. Azeal, the son of a Lord, is raised as the Crown Prince—the "False Heir" who must endure the brutal Shadowed Abyss to prove his worth. Vaelora, the true Princess, is raised in the shadows of the court, her royal blood hidden to keep her safe from ancient laws and even deadlier enemies. But fate cannot be tricked so easily. As Azeal and Vaelora grow up together, a forbidden love ignites between them—a bond that defies the roles they were forced to play. Azeal fights to become the strongest King Solthera has ever seen, while Vaelora becomes the fire that guides his soul. When the Shadowed Abyss calls, the test is not just of strength, but of the heart. As Draeven Zareth’s forbidden magic breaches the borders, the truth of the swap begins to leak like poison. Azeal must face the ultimate trial: If he is not the true King, can his love and courage still save the woman he was born to protect? A saga of sacrifice, ancient trials, and a love that asks the heavens for one more chance: "Born me again." "This story is also being published on Royal Road by Barniya."*

In a world where gods still whisper and sins are passed down through generations. Born as an illegitimate child of the Notos nobles, Atur only knows the coldness of status and the shadow of his tyrannical father. But within him, the memories of another life still live – along with the desire to change fate with his own hands. But it's also about good food too! Note: This is an OCs insert fanfic about a son of Pilemon (Paul's brother) which will expand the world and change a lot of canon events. The guy is a reincarnator like Rudeus and Rudeus still exist in this timeline. This story have a lot of slice of life chapters and can be very slow burn. If you expect an OP MC who can solve everything by himself or aura farming at the age of 5, please go back. Cover credit to @rkgktomato

The cover art is made using Ai and does not hold any significant value for the plot. it is merely for reader engagement. --- *This is the remake of the previous novel with the same name ---- Magnus Caffeine wasn’t always the Demon King. One day, he just woke up in a dark, gothic castle. Apparently, he’s in another world now—one with dragons, magic, and absolute chaos. But honestly? He’s not interested in world domination. He just wants to chill. Unfortunately, being an all-powerful Demon King comes with responsibilities, annoying subordinates, and heroic idiots who won’t leave him alone. Between dodging war declarations and dealing with demons who expect him to be some ruthless tyrant, Magnus has one simple goal: Drinking tea and lazing around. But with old memories creeping in, mysterious voices in his head, and an entire world expecting him to be either their savior or destroyer… will he really get to enjoy his tea break?

Voldemort: “Dumbledore! Lynn possesses dark magic and gathers dark creatures; he wants to replace me and become the new Dark Lord!” (Serious face.jpg) Dumbledore: “He’s just a little too curious.” (Drinking tea.jpg) Lynn: “Dark Lord???!!! No, I didn’t do it. Don’t talk nonsense—I’m a model wizard.” --- I test the poison so you don't have to. For 30+ advance chapters join my p@treon: mrfanficion140

[Epic Fantasy]+[Civilization Building]+[Racial Wars]+ [Gods]+[God Slayer]+[Thousands of Races]+[WeakToStrong]+[OP MC]+ [Unique Power System]+[Exciting Storyline]+[No Sharing]+[No Yuri]+[Optional Smut] After dying while gooing for 20 straight hours, he unexpectedly (or expectedly) wakes up in a primitive world, where humanity is still in the tribal era, and lives as Hunter and Gatherer, barely surviving from prehistoric beasts. But in this savage land, one thing was missing. ​Here, the concept of pleasure is nonexistent. Sex is nothing more than a cold, mechanical duty performed in silence, purely for the sake of survival. There is no passion. No blushing. No gasps of ecstasy. ​Until him. ​He awakens with a chaotic, forbidden gift: The Power of Free Use. ​With a single thought, he can shatter their biological conditioning. He can command the absolute sexual surrender of any woman he sets his eyes on, rewriting their reality. ​So, naturally, he doesn't hesitate. He embarks on a crusade to corrupt this innocent world. ​No woman is off-limits. ​From the sultry, unspoken curves of his own Aunt, to the voluptuous Milf next door who never understood her own heat. From the untouched, pristine Healers, to the fierce Huntresses who need to be tamed. ​Even the highest authorities aren’t safe. The Village Chief’s proud wife… and her sheltered daughter? They are just waiting to be broken in. ​In a world that knows only survival, he is about to teach them the true meaning of pleasure But... is this world really that simple? And is this Free Use really just limited to women or it's just a trailer? As he delved deeper into this world of unlimited wonders, he uncovers a stunning revelation: the world he inhabits that is several times bigger than our earth, is nothing but a tiny island, a mere speck in a vast, sprawling expense of millions of other much bigger islands, let alone those magical continents. A savage realm where creation hasn’t yet decided what should live and what should die. Here, the skies are split by dragons before dragons had names, and the ground trembles under titans older than the concept of gods. This world is not your fairy tale… In this world walked the *firsts*… the original templates, the prototypes of every species that would one day populate the multiverse. Inhabited by the primordial and most powerful forms of every race and species imaginable: There are Primordial Elves, tall and unblemished, their bloodlines so pure that later generations look like cheap knockoffs. There are Elemental Lords, beings of living fire, storm, and stone… the kind of creatures that didn’t “control” nature but were nature. Mountains walked, rivers spoke, and the wind itself had moods. The skies are home to Mythical Beasts… creatures out of nightmares and dreams, some so vast they blotted out the sun when they moved.... creatures that would shrink into legends elsewhere, but here, they still rule And somewhere, above it all, were the Gods. Not the pretty, moralized ones from scripture. These are the originals… raw concepts given flesh and ego. Divinity here wasn’t worshipped… it was survived. Everything in this world is either a predator, a prey, or both. A truly savage world where survival is not a right but a miracle, and every sunrise is a declaration of defiance. And into this world… arrives a man who died mid-goon. So, how will our MC navigate this dangerous world, where even the weather has a body count? a wrong step could mean extinction of a whole race, and will he really be able to achieve his dream of having a harem of every intelligent race. [kinks] [fetishes] [Smart Mc] [Overpowered] [Stone age][Myths] [Mythical Creatures] [Divine Wars] *** This is an epic fantasy disguised as a Smut novel. And since it's a smut, initial chapters will be a bit Smut focused but afterwards it's pure story, action, adventures and a bit of Smut.

Elric Voss is sixteen years old, two ranks above useless, and he wakes up one hour before everyone around him dies. The Caelith Mourne expedition has camped at the base of a sky-fallen pyramid ten thousand years old, and something sealed inside it has finally been disturbed. When the ground splits and the demons come, the thirty-one members of the expedition are dead inside of ten minutes. Elric wakes up again. Same tent, same wind, same pyramid filling the sky. One hour on the clock. He dies to the first demon in seconds. Then again. Then again... Magus Infinite is the story of a young acolyte who has nothing, no great power, no secret destiny, no teacher who believes in him, grinding the same hour of carnage until nothing in it can kill him anymore. Every death teaches him something. Every reset sharpens him. The spell that begins as a candle-flicker becomes a bolt that cracks the sky. The boy who could not survive two seconds against a single demon slowly becomes the only thing standing between the pyramid and the world outside it. The action never stops. Neither does Elric. This is not a story about a chosen hero. It is a story about what repetition does to a person. Join the discord. https://discord.gg/efWmmxMx4

A young man who died from overwork was chosen by the evil god “D,” plucked from among the spiders, granted a new body, and forced to continue his working life. “Why Jean?!” Thus, he was transformed into Jean, the overworked leader of the Knights of Favonius. Acting as the agent of the original evil god, she travels across various worlds, swindling and deceiving people along the way. “A cycle of reincarnation spaces and reincarnators who become the ultimate tools.” (Jean: Is this a blessing? I love it!) “A Reunion Movement cadre who wishes to sacrifice himself to protect his comrades during their retreat.” (Jean: This body is mine now, I said it!)

I stretched into states of being, tried on the possibility of breath, the suggestion of gravity. I wore physics like a child wears robes too large; with wonder, and with mischief. For what is law to one born of its violation? The nothing did not like me. But it could not erase me. I am what happens when even paradox loses the will to correct itself. I drifted... no, I contemplated the shape of drifting, and in doing so, enacted it. And around me: the ghost of a cosmos, breathing in reverse, unraveling back into silence. Still, I remained. And in the core of me, the first question burned: 'What now?' But no answer came. Because there was no audience, no origin, no god to reply. So I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because the concept of mirth needed to be born somewhere, and I had room to spare. I am the joke. The punchline of oblivion. A cosmic smirk after a long silence. And yet… even now, I feel something stirring. Like a story waiting to be told. Like an idea daring to take root in a garden scorched by collapse. So I wait. Or perhaps the waiting is me. But not for salvation, nor discovery. For I am the the product of a collapsed multiverse. I wait for the next contradiction. The next absurdity. The next spark of truth that doesn't know it's a lie. Because only then… will I begin to end. And only in ending… might I finally begin. ~Lanterne~ PS: Understand the initial chapters might be confusing, but it is to build an understanding on exactly what the novel will be getting into later on. So kindly bear with for a little while.

*"Cursed by a betrayed elf, the land of Umbra of Calamyr has spawned monsters that have terrorized the world for centuries. Young apprentice Ryn never expected the Harvest Festival to turn into a blood-soaked nightmare. When a horde of Calami attacks his village, he risks everything to save his friends—and the girl he holds dear. Death, however, is not the end. Awakened through the Rite of Tyra, a ritual that grants forbidden power at the cost of eternal youth, Ryn must now navigate a world of monsters, curses, and power that could save—or destroy—everything he loves. Dark fantasy, blood, magic, and peril await."*

Reincarnated into the Douluo Continent during the era of The Unrivaled Tang Sect, Cealus originally believed that, with a system in hand, he would soar to the peak of the continent from the very start. Who could have expected that this unreliable system would be erased the moment it activated, vanishing without a trace? Just when he thought the script of his life had been completely torn apart, he discovered that the system had not truly disappeared. Instead, it had sacrificed itself to the Heavenly Dao, leaving behind a legacy imbued with unfathomable authority. With no other options, Cealus reluctantly accepted this inheritance, awakening a time-attribute martial soul—Time Ruler, Istaroth. From that moment onward, the power system of the Douluo Continent began to feel… distorted. While others relied on soul power cultivation, spirit rings, and explosive soul skills, his abilities ignored conventional scaling and instead revolved entirely around temporal mechanics. [Effect Precedes Cause] Anchor a future outcome, lock in the result, then retroactively rewrite the past to ensure it happens. [Time Deletion] Erase the process itself and arrive directly at the predetermined conclusion. [Time Reset] On the brink of death one second, completely restored the next. [Time Phase] Your attack may shake the heavens, but my true body exists at another point along the timeline. If you can, pursue me across time itself. There were no exaggerated soul power ranks, no dramatic ring explosions—yet whenever Cealus smiled and casually raised his hand, even the God-Kings of the Divine Realm felt an inexplicable chill. “This person’s soul skills… they operate on principles beyond the laws of this world.” Cealus, later dubbed the King of Narratives and the So-Called Gentleman Who Lives Off His Wife, merely gazed at the vast starry sky above Douluo and let out a faint chuckle. “Even without a system… I remain invincible.”

Trent Sullivan wakes as a seventeen-year-old Ezio Auditore in 1476 Florence, finding his soul fused with a hybrid Isu-fragment consciousness interface. This living ledger tracks his achievements to unlock muscle memory and latent Isu technology while he works to rewrite the Auditore tragedy. Racing against a ticking quest timer, he must use modern strategic thinking to evacuate his family and survive a city filled with Templar informants.

He traveled through Douluo and became Tang San's brother Tang Chuan. He only awakened the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and his innate soul power was only level one. Tang San was blind and didn't know that his Blue Silver Grass was the top-level plant-type martial spirit, the Blue Silver Emperor, and that its greatest advantage was its vitality. Under the instigation of Yu Xiaogang. Tang San developed the Blue Silver Grass into a useless martial spirit that could only entangle and control! However, Tang Chuan chose a completely different path of cultivation. His Blue Silver Grass is not of the control type, but of the life type! He also created his own training system unique to Blue Silver Grass - the Wood Release Technique! A few years later, the two met again. Tang San was surprised to find that his brother was not a waste as Yu Xiaogang said, but a genius soul master with ultimate attack and endless recovery! It can even bring the dead back to life!

Death was supposed to be the end. For Nova, it was merely a change of venue. Reincarnated into a world governed by skills, magic, and destiny, Nova awakens not as a hero, but as an anomaly—a Nine-Tailed Fox with authority that rivals the administrators of the world itself. He possesses the power to rewrite reality, to shatter stars, and to bring nations to their knees with a whisper. But absolute power is boring without a purpose. Enter Rimuru Tempest. A slime with the soul of a young woman, burdened with a naive dream of a world where monsters and humans hold hands. In her, Nova finds something he lacked in his previous life: a story worth watching. He becomes her shadow, her guardian, and her "Editor." While Rimuru walks the path of a benevolent ruler, Nova walks in the dark, erasing the threats she isn't ready to face and manipulating fate to ensure her tragedy becomes a legend. But when the world realizes a God is walking among them, the script begins to change. Ancient Demon Lords, True Dragons, and Celestial forces turn their gaze toward the Jura Forest. Nova doesn't care. Let them come. He’s been waiting for a reason to ruin the plot.