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This was supposed to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Serving as an executive waitress with one of the country’s most elite ushering agencies—assigned to attend a luxury cruise ship event meant for the powerful and the untouchable. Who would have known that luxury hides monsters? My name is Daisy Walker. During a high-profile event at sea, I was selected among a few waitresses chosen to serve the VVIP guests. I was excited—more than excited. High pay. Elite connections. A future I had only dreamed of. The event began flawlessly. Music echoed across the deck. Glasses clinked. Laughter floated through the night air, as though nothing in the world could ever go wrong. “Daisy Walker.” Our manager’s voice cut through the noise. I straightened my uniform and walked toward him, professional, composed—smiling. “Yes, Sir James.” His stoic expression warned me even before he spoke. No mistakes. Absolute perfection. “Deliver these drinks to the VVIP section,” he ordered, eyes sharp. “And remember—no mistakes.” I nodded curtly and pushed the cart filled with wine glasses and plated desserts, smoothing my dress as I headed toward the restricted deck. I wish someone had warned me. I wish I had listened. As I neared the VVIP door, the room beside it—wide open—caught my attention. My steps slowed. Then stopped. My feet rooted to the floor. Inside the room were young women… and girls—their faces pale, eyes filled with terror. Some were crying. Some were frozen. A man sat calmly on a chair. Dangerous tattoos coiled around his left arm as he marked something on a paper, expression cold and detached. He looked up suddenly, glaring at the other men in the room. They were arguing. I didn’t even see where the gun came from. A loud bang echoed. One of the men collapsed to the floor, blood pooling beneath him. The women screamed. My hands flew to my mouth as I muffled my own cry. What the hell is this? What have I just witnessed? My fingers shook as I discreetly pulled out my phone—recording. I had to leave. I had to run. But it was already too late. The man’s devilish eyes landed on me. Without blinking, his lips curved into a slow, dark smirk. I turned to flee. Two large men appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my arms and crushing me in place. “Let me go!” I screamed, hoping—praying—someone would hear me. “Damn it!” one of them barked. “She was recording us!” My phone was ripped from my hand. Shock flooded my face. Then— A burning slap struck my cheek. I screamed. And everything went black.

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[The Demon King’s Standard, First. The Demon King kidnapped the princess….] “I would not follow such a tr*shy standard!” And with that, he became a hard-headed fool.

Transmigration? Check. Golden Finger? Check. Beauties? Check. Fang Bubai is the protagonist? Che- wait- he is the protagonist?! Then why is there another Fang Bubai running amok like the real protagonist?! And these women throwing themselves on him... why are they all traps?! But... can he refuse? Obviously... not. Ahem. Join Fang Bubai on his ascension journey, starting from his seed and with the help of his companions... Succubus, swords maiden, maids, another man's wife, catgirl... the list goes on. This novel is also posted on RoyalScribble~ For early access to new chapters, juicy content (wink wink), exclusive art, and more, check out: https://sites.google.com/view/eternity-starts-from-his-seed/home [Warning] Mature Theme, Viewer Discretion is Advised [Disclaimer] All characters are above 18 years of age. All names, characters, and events in this novel are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons, places, and events which may seem to exist is purely coincidental. [Tags] Male Protagonist, Xianxia, Cheats, Dark

A mercenary captain dies on the battlefield, having never advanced in life because of his lowly bloodline. When he opens his eyes again, he learns that he has been reincarnated as the third son of an archduke—now blessed with the prestigious family, status, and innate talent he always dreamed of. With the combat experience of a former mercenary commander and the advantages of noble birth, he decides there’s only one path left: climb all the way to the top. Thus begins his bold, “from ex-mercenary to high noble” life, as he shakes up aristocratic society while living as the archduke’s third son.

[Smut]+[No Sharing]+[No Yuri]+[No NTR]+ +[Epic Fantasy]+[Civilization Building]+ [Gods]+[LitRPG]+[Thousands of Races]+[WeakToStrong]+ [Unique System]+[Exciting Storyline]+ ---- Imagine reincarnated as a slime but the main character is Jack, the son of a serial killer and has a different moral compass. His father killing 47 people? He doesn't even bat an eye. But dying and reincarnating without saying goodbye to his dad, that's stings. Jack is willing to do whatever it takes to survive. Killing baby rats for xp? He'd do it in a heartbeat. Take advantage of Jeanne, the priestess who summoned him? Definitely. No way is he risking his life over a handholding kink the church has. He is starting from being weaker than a sewer rat to maybe killing the God of Rat if it exists. His beginner arc involves being chased by paladins, gods and the freaking Slime Slayer. ---- Note: The MC isn't a villain per se. He won't kill children for the heck of it. And he'll save the ones he love thanks to the doctrine from his dad. Also expect smut scenes and slower paced arcs. I like to give character dialogue and lots of room to develop ---- Harem | Gore | Monster Girls | Tentacle play (Mostly until he gets a body) | Dark Comedy | Smut | Sarcastic System

Lucas opened his eyes to an unexpected sight, a beautiful woman beside him, a luxurious bed beneath him, and a room that screamed wealth and power. With a transmigration this unusual, one realization struck him immediately. “This situation doesn’t suit a hero at all.” And he was right. He wasn’t the hero. He was the villain! Not just any villain, but one from a story he had once read. A world of magi, martial spirits, and magic, a modern fantasy where miracles were real, destiny was enforced, and the hero was never meant to lose. But there was one small problem. “Where’s my system?!” Going up against a hero protected by divine favor and absurd luck sounded like suicide. Yet Lucas didn’t despair. What was he lacking? A striking appearance? He had it. An ancient noble family with a lineage spanning thousands of years? He was born into it. Unmatched magical talent? It flowed through his veins. Everything others begged a system for, Lucas already possessed. Instead of relying on some flashy cheat or divine handout, he chose another path. Armed with knowledge of the story, cold logic, and meticulous strategy, Lucas would walk the villain’s road, and rewrite a fate where the hero was never meant to win.

He was transported to the world of Naruto and became Naruto Uzumaki. Without a system or a cheat code, I will use all the resources at my disposal to become stronger. As the Nine-Tails Jinchuriki, many things in the future will be related to him. Whether it's the Eye of the Moon Project or the future Otsutsuki invasion. Without strong capabilities, one cannot even protect oneself. Wood Release shouldn't just be Water Release and Earth Release; try adding some Yang Release chakra. What? Kurama, who knows Wood Release, is linking up with Naruto in a sneaky way? If you dare call me the underworld, then I'll use "Ninefold - You Absolutely Can't Escape This Head-Touching Technique" to touch your head! My name is Naruto Uzumaki, the future Hokage! My friends in the village all call me Little Sun, but you, from another village, call me the Underworld, right? Eat my Wood Release: Kurama Link Technique! Visit my Patreon to read up to 87 chapters ahead and enjoy daily updates: patreon.com/laktozlu

In a desolate world, a fate was written within it that prevents its owner from escaping, not allowing him to leave his world until he became like a bird trapped inside a poorly made yet thick iron cage. Around him, you see spirits upon whose faces anger and harshness have been drawn, while they look at us humans with an inexplicable aversion and hostility. And with not a single chance to escape, greed increased within them, and they became more determined to seize lands, even if they were dead. Here, the first signs of the collapse of this existence began to appear. But I am not afraid of anything. This is not the first time I have witnessed a world collapse. I have seen worlds fall—some collapsed due to their inner weakness, others through wars in which a few battles revealed the greed of kings and their desire to steal lands that were not theirs, their interference in matters that did not concern them for political ambitions, and their attempts to impose their influence over other kingdoms. All those actions eventually caused them to lose everything. And perhaps now, in this world, I see history repeating itself before me, and I see myself unable to prevent it from happening.

THE WORLD AFTER ZERO Niall Arkan was a man of machines, a mechanic who found solace in the cold logic of bolts and gears. But when the "Zero Point"—a cataclysmic cosmic flash—shatters the sky and rewrites the laws of physics, the world he knew vanishes. Reality has become liquid. An ancient, sentient force known as the Aether has flooded the world, turning men into monsters and cities into crystalline nightmares. While others gain destructive powers or collapse under the weight of this new existence, Niall discovers a unique, terrifying gift: he can "read" the structure of the Aether itself. He sees the shimmering threads of reality and the "Records"—cosmic laws that can be rewritten. Guided by a scarred mentor who knows the truth behind the collapse, Niall must navigate a landscape of floating islands, ancient dragons, and shadow-dwelling aberrations. In a world where power always demands a price in blood and sanity, Niall doesn't just want to survive—he needs to find out if a world broken by magic can ever be fixed by the hands of a mechanic. The silence is over. The record is open. And the ink is Niall’s own soul.

Death should have ended Yang Yi’s legend. Instead, it rebirths him. Once a peerless martial master, Yang Yi awakens in a brutal new world where power is carved into blood itself and he inhabits a body so weak it barely survives its first fight. Here, dragons and beasts sleep in human veins, cultivation is domination of flesh and instinct, and strength decides who lives long enough to matter. Armed only with ruthless experience, stolen beast blood, and a mysterious Dragon Transformation Token, Yang Yi steps back onto the path of power, this time as prey in a world that devours the weak. In a realm ruled by bloodlines and monsters, he will rebuild himself… or be erased before the dragon in his veins ever wakes.

No Future Without You Xavier Atlas doesn’t fall in love. He makes bets. As the untouchable football captain, he wagers he can make the new girl fall for him—and sleep with him—just to prove he can. Aylia Zehir was never supposed to matter. She’s quiet, guarded, and comes from a family barely surviving under debt, grief, and hospital bills left behind by her father’s death. When he realizes she had fallen for him, the game turns cruel. He pulls away, manipulates her, and turns her life into a living hell—never knowing the truth she’s hiding. As his brother begins to notice the damage Xavier leaves behind, cracks form in the perfect image he’s built. By the time Xavier understands what he’s lost, it may already be too late. Some bets ruin lives. Some love stories were never meant to survive.

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for successfully building the City of Apocalypse!] [Option 1: City of Radiance, dedicated to saving the survivors of the apocalypse.] [Option 2: City of Sin, where humans who enter can only become enslaved.] Xiao Yi, who was betrayed, chose without hesitation: the City of Sin!...

"What are you willing to do to achieve something? How serious are you about achieving your goals?" This was the question that Loki and the other people who came to the Four Directions sect to earn their freedom were asked on their first day in the sect. For Loki, this question was easy for him to answer because he was reborn as a slave in this world and had already defied the will of his slave master in order to join the Four Directions sect. He had braved danger and suffering to reach the Four Directions sect. So he knew what it meant to be desperate and was willing to do whatever was required of him to achieve his goal. In the world of the blessed heaven realm, there is no such thing as human rights, and freedom is a luxury that very few people have. It is said that everyone is a slave to someone. The only difference is how strong their master is. So he, just like everyone else, is under the control of someone above them. But he doesn't want to remain a slave forever. He aspires to greatness, immortality, and freedom. He wants to acquire enough power to gain control of his fate. He also wants to rise to the top of the world and be the one to control others. He even wants to gain power and control over death. In order to achieve this, he is willing to do anything. This is his answer to the question of what he is willing to do to achieve his goals. His answer to this question was why he awakened the Fenrir metac. This is a metac that can help him achieve his goals by granting him the ability to find prey, hunt prey, and devour them to strengthen himself. With the Fenrir metac, he will transform from a prey into a predator. He will even have the chance to rise to the top of the food chain and become the strongest predator. That is to be his purpose in life, and with great luck and perseverance, he might achieve it.

Elric suddenly obtained a Devil Fruit Tree, but before he could celebrate, his system warned him—doomsday was coming, and he had to conquer beauty to survive. Thus, his life in the doomsday world began. There will be 18+ chapters like with full description and stuff.

In a world ruled by strength, I was branded a sinner by the very world I gave everything to protect. My sin? Pride. The gods I worshipped beyond my own life. The comrades I called family. The woman I loved. The commoners I bled to save. All of them turned their backs on me once my use was exhausted. As death closed in, I questioned the heavens with everything I had left. "What did I do wrong? What sin justified this fate?" No one answered... except for a demon. The very being I had fought my entire life extended his hand—not in pity, but with an offer. Unlike the gods, he did not demand that I kneel. Unlike my comrades, he expected nothing in return. Unlike the commoners, he did not wish to see me grovel. “Accept your pride,” he said. And with those words, he offered me a system—one that would allow me to abandon humanity and become a demon. [Once accepted, you will reincarnate into a different world.] Burning with rage toward a selfish world, I accepted without hesitation. Even if the worlds change… I will return. And when I do, I will make the heavens beg for death. *** Discord:- https://discord.gg/QnAgBvRHqD

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.

Viola Linden wasn’t your average girl, nor was she meek or weak. Cold-hearted. She had been the villain in countless stories, untouchable and adored by the Alpha heir, until the night her wolf was supposed to awaken, and fate played its cruelest joke. She fell to the lowest rank in her pack, rejected by her sworn mate. Stripped of status, strength, and even her wolf, she was forced to live a life worse than that of an omega. Imprisoned and alone, Viola’s only hope of escape lay in finding her wolf, or her fated mate. Only, a dark past kept her powers dormant… and her fated mate didn’t want her. He was an Alpha who had sworn off love, hardened by loss and a so called prophecy, certain he would never allow another woman into his life. But fate is a cruel trickster, and this fragile, broken girl carried a power he could neither ignore nor control. A wolfless Luna with fire in her veins, capable of shaking his empire to its core, and a desire that threatened to consume them both. When suppressed powers awaken and desire refuses to be denied, Viola will challenge everything he thought he knew, and show him that even the most untouchable Alpha can be undone by the woman he refuses to claim. ~~~ "You wear that mask as if it hides your intentions," she murmured, her gaze locked on his eyes through the fabric. He tilted his head, a slow smirk curling his lips. "It hides my weakness. And you… you’re the only one who can see through it." "You didn’t have to come tonight," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "And let someone else touch what’s already mine?" His words were low, almost dangerous. "I don’t belong to you. You never wanted me," she shot back, though her pulse betrayed her. "Then why did your hand find mine in that room full of strangers?" Before she could answer, he spun her, his arm sliding possessively around her waist, pulling her chest flush against him. The heat from his body pressed into her, igniting a fire she hadn’t expected. "Careful. People are watching us," she said, half command, half plea. "Let them," he whispered close to her ear. "Maybe honesty deserves an audience." "You’re dangerous in crowds," she breathed, shivering despite herself. "I'm worse alone with you, Mi amor." "Then step away," she challenged, though the words trembled. "Make me." The music slowed and faded, but the tension between them only grew, thick and consuming. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow, as she felt the pull he had on her, magnetic and undeniable. "If this ends badly…" she warned, fear threading her words. "It won’t," he said, his voice a low promise that sent heat straight through her veins. "It will end with you in my arms… whether you want it or not." ~~~ WARNING MATURE CONTENT!

Valeria wakes up as Elise, a villainess destined to freeze to death in a ruined farmhouse. Her only assets? A crumbling estate, a pack of starving, broken beastmen husbands who hate her, and a magical Library inside her head. The world thinks she is a useless noblewoman. They’re wrong. She is a Librarian. And she knows how to organize chaos. Using ancient knowledge to farm in the dead of winter, alchemy to heal the incurable, and engineering to build a fortress, she intends to turn this frozen wasteland into a sanctuary. Her husbands were once kings—a Tiger General, a Dragon Strategist, a Shark Assassin, a Phoenix Artisan, and a Wolf Prince. The Empire broke them. She will fix them. And if anyone tries to take them back? Well, she has a ballista for that.

Rule number one of being a successful fake demonic cultivator: never meet the real thing. Unfortunately for Língxi—recently exiled and making ends meet with impressive special effects and a convincing snarl—no one gave Kage Ou the memo. Kage Ou is serenity incarnate, with a smile that doesn’t reach his ancient, bottomless eyes. He finds Língxi’s act… charming. What begins as a bizarre mentorship (Lesson one: how to order tea without making the server faint) spirals into something dangerously like friendship. Língxi gets a front-row seat to real power. Kage Ou gets a guide to the modern world. It’s a perfect arrangement, until Língxi uncovers the truth behind Kage Ou’s name: a legacy written in the blood of a forgotten clan. The monster he’s teaching to blend in has a past that refuses to stay buried. Língxi mastered the art of pretending to be a demon. He never learned how to survive loving one.