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Once hunted for defying heaven, Kaelen chose death over submission. He awakens in another world as the most despised heir of a declining clan - born with shattered Aether Veins and branded worthless. Mocked by his elders. Bound by marriage to a frost-bound genius destined for godhood. In a world where power defines worth, Kaelen has none. But he remembers another life. He remembers how to conquer. And he remembers how to destroy. They call him worthless. They will learn what that word truly costs.

This book will feature a crossover of COTE x Ben 10, and follow a transmigration theme. There is romance involved. And before you ask.... At maximum only two, no more.

Jake was always a failure. No job, no family, no future. The only thing he had was an unpayable debt and a life full of sorrows. After deciding NOT to jump from the rooftop of his building, his own shoes betrayed him and sent him headfirst into the void. Pathetic until the very end. But dying wasn’t the end. It was the beginning of something far worse. Jake woke up in Hell—and no, it’s not the Hell of fire and pitchfork-wielding demons you’re imagining. It’s a city. A massive, chaotic, bureaucratic city where demons in business suits walk alongside ancient monsters, where the dead coexist with creatures that were never alive, and where everything runs on debt. Because it turns out death doesn’t erase what you owe. It multiplies it. The Bank—the most powerful institution in Hell—politely informed him that his soul had accumulated an obscene amount of negative karma during his life. Every wasted opportunity, every cowardly decision, every time he chose to do nothing when he should have acted… it all adds up. And now he has to pay. The problem? The debt is practically impossible to repay. And worse still, every bad action he commits in Hell makes it grow even more. The solution? Work. The job? Debt collector. Yes. The guy who couldn’t even pay his own rent while alive now has to collect debts from others. He doesn’t start alone. The Bank assigns him a partner: a high-ranking demon who was once considered elite—until she was demoted all the way down to the bottom. Every mission she led ended in failure. Not because she lacked power, but because of her personality—arrogant, reckless, impossible to work with. No squad could tolerate her. No superior wanted to deal with her. Pairing her with a freshly deceased human ranked F was less a strategy and more a punishment. For both of them. During one of their earliest missions, Jake stumbles upon something that should have been far beyond his level: an ancient artifact. A weapon-construct relic. Powerful—absurdly powerful—but completely useless in the wrong hands. The artifact allows its wielder to create any weapon they can imagine. Blades. Guns. Chains. Cannons. Scythes. Anything. There’s a catch. The weapon’s strength is limited by its user’s own ability. Skill, control, imagination, stamina—everything depends on Jake. If he lacks the mastery to wield what he creates, the artifact becomes dead weight. Worse, it can backfire. For someone who was a failure in life, being handed infinite potential is either a blessing… or a guaranteed disaster. Jake started from the very bottom—Rank F—chasing pathetic debtors who could barely defend themselves, armed at first with nothing but a rusty weapon and an “I don’t care about anything” attitude that, surprisingly, turned out to be his greatest advantage. But Hell is not kind to the weak. With every debtor collected, with every assignment completed—alongside a volatile demon partner who might kill him before the enemy does—Jake climbed higher. From Rank F to E. From E to D. Each level more dangerous, each debtor more powerful, each mission closer to death—the final death, the one not even Hell can reverse. Because if there’s one thing he learned while falling from that rooftop, it’s that giving up is not an option.

Additional Book Tags; Physicological, Gore, Cunning male lead, Game elements, gods, Anti hero, Suspense, Large World, Gaslighting. Synopsis At the end of it all, Dssal was the one who built Pantheon. "My felicitations to the Nameless God." Hence, the apparent praise waiting for him—if he ever lived long enough to hear it. December 24th, 2026 marked the start of everything: the day he stepped into Pantheon. Not as some chosen god, though—that chance was barely there. Pantheon was a cosmic horror game, one in which Dssal entered as a throwaway nobody, burdened with the miserable title of "Feeble Wanderer." If Alice hadn't lived through this exact timeline ninety-nine times before, there would be no story to tell today. After all, even across every loop so far, she'd failed—and this run was her last. To the world continuum, a regressor was nothing special. As per the game's lore, a divine war among the Eight High Gods broke containment, and their chaos inevitably spilled from Cosmos into the real world. Earth could only survive if this impossible game was cleared—a matter of life and death. That is a version of the game even without the war which was never cleared on earth. Dssals predicament was almost impossible. Possibility only remained because to balance cause and effect it offered Dssal something different. The Eight High wields the power of manifestation, hence a new law emerged—one bound by a broken loophole: The User's Manual. Fallacy When inside Pantheon, by the Eight High's will, if developers and players alike believes Dssal (the creator) possessed something, the system would code it real—according to the manual. Falsehood could literally become a weapon. Dssal grinned when he heard it. This wasn't a power fantasy. This was the story of how the weakest Arcane Bearer alive lies, cheats, and claws his way through survival long enough to turn the end of the world into leverage. This is the story of How To Use A World's Apocalypse. --- A/N: The main story fully begins at chapter 11 btw and a full written volume of 101 chapters is already available hence do belive in this unrivalled authors consistency XD

Aaron thought he was doomed when he transmigrated to Blue Star—a world eerily like Earth, but steeped in supernatural chaos. On the day of the Awakening Ceremony, where power is everything, he drew a blank. No talent, no hope, just a one-way ticket to mediocrity… or worse. Until BAM! [System Bound Successfully! Host, Welcome to the Lucky Spin System!] With a single spin, Aaron’s fate flips: SSS-rank Lucky Halo unlocked!Another spin? Vampire Primogenitor bloodline acquired! One more? Abyssal Dragon summoned as his ultimate ally! Armed with a system that dishes out game-changing rewards every day, Aaron defies the odds, shocks the world, and claws his way to the top. In a realm ruled by talent, this nobody is rewriting destiny—one lucky spin at a time! join the discord server if you can. promise you won't regret it https://discord.gg/dncyhU4jdu

Max never believed in second chances. In his previous life, he endured humiliation, neglect, and quiet suffering. He survived by staying small—by lowering his head, by kneeling, by learning that silence was safer than resistance. One night he drank himself to death, it felt less like tragedy and more like release. Then he opened his eyes again. Reborn as Lin Yushan—the only heir of a powerful cultivation family—Max finds himself in a world where strength defines worth and weakness invites destruction. The Lin household stands within Clear River City, a human stronghold hidden beneath a powerful formation in a land ruled not by men, but by void beasts that awaken with the night. Survival here demands power. Power demands cultivation. But inheriting Yushan’s body means inheriting his sins. The original Lin Yushan was arrogant, cruel, and careless. His actions left scars—none deeper than those inflicted upon Lin Xue, the servant who endured years of humiliation in silence. When sabotage nearly costs him his life, suspicion falls upon her. And in a moment that will change everything, Max steps forward—not as the entitled heir, but as someone who understands what it means to kneel and wait for pain. He confesses. The punishment is public. Brutal. Sixty lashes under the unblinking eyes of the Enforcement Hall. For the first time in either life, Max chooses not survival—but responsibility. Yet beneath this struggle lies something greater. In this world, cultivation begins with absorbing Void Essence, the raw essence drawn from the boundless void beyond the stars. In a realm where law is visible, power is survival, and weakness is unforgiven— Max must decide what kind of man Lin Yushan will become. And whether borrowed guilt can become chosen strength. Author’s Note: I’m writing the cultivation story I wish existed. If that interests you, stay awhile. Also, this will be my first book, so be patient.

Anon is a 16-year-old stuck in a perpetual loop of self-affirmation—he can't have anxiety, he can't be weak, and he could never possibly cope with things through pathetic actions such as intoxication—in reality, Anon is a degenerate 4channer that spends his pastime playing League of Legends, jerking off and being chronically online. Then, due to a twisted lapse of judgment, Anon gets blackout drunk on his first day of high-school—begins his chaotic and unhinged first day where a bad first impression becomes the least of his worries because of the mess he creates. Follow the story of Anon and his equally troubled classmates—uncover the truth behind a mysterious online challenge, bizarre intentions of his peers, and uncensor the untold reality that we see through his skewed lens.

"I had once rejoiced; gradually, I became unmoved by the world. Now, only the monolith remains." In his first life, Kyros Vancroft was a Monarch who mastered the elements, only to lose everything to the 'Righteous' Celestials. Before the golden blade could sever his head, he initiated the forbidden Chrono-Covenant of the Void. The price was absolute: his emotions. His heart didn't break; it became a monolith—cold and immovable. Now awakened in his ten-year-old body with five centuries of forbidden knowledge, Kyros views life as a grand calculation. No plot armor. No mercy. Only the cold, hard efficiency of a man who has already seen the end and is willing to rewrite the laws of Heaven to change it.

Neji, your death was way too tragic! While the dead-last loser has already gotten promoted, landed a CEO position, married your cousin, and climbed to the very peak of life… you’re lying quietly in your grave. Out of everyone your age, you’re the only one who died. That’s just unfair!

[⚠️ Warning: English not my prior language, so if any grammatical and any kind of mistakes are expected. please let me know to correct it if you find any.] They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then... [Discord: https://discord.gg/MYvk4cMUsx]

The most dependable (sarcastic) assassin -- Gao Xuan. Developing himself with an inventory of powerful gear. A master of biding his time, backstabbing, and brutalizing weaklings. Don’t love me. Nothing would come out of this. I am an assassin without feelings.

1 billion people from the Earth woke up and discovered that they had transmigrated to an alternate world. They possessed their own land and had become lords. They had to struggle to survive in a foreign world by attacking other cities and conquering new lands. Leo Ray received the God Tier talent [Golden Touch]. He could turn stone into gold and upgrade items. [Congratulations! Your Rank One Recruitment Tag has been upgraded to Rank Five Recruitment Tag.] [Congratulations! Your Rank Two Weapon: Crescent Moon Blade has been duplicated 101 times.] [Congratulations! Your Rank Three Weapon: Great Land Two-handed Sword has been upgraded to Rank Five Weapon: Dragon Slayer Sword.] … [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord with a Level Two Mansion.] [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to completely kill off a boss.] [Congratulations! You have become the world’s first Lord to conquer a city.] … While others were still working hard to gather resources, Leo Ray monopolized the market and made everyone work for him. While others were still toiling away at establishing their villages, Leo Ray’s grand city had already been built. While others were still risking their lives to withstand the attacks of the surrounding monsters with villagers, Leo Ray had already amassed an army and was conquering cities and lands.

"Haha, Lin Jue, you are trash!" The words hit like a truck. 'Fuck...0.03% is that even a number to be considered as a potential Mage!' Then I got a system. Not the kind that makes you a hero. The kind that makes you a problem. [Ancestral System] Power Source: Other people's negative reactions Specialty: World-hopping to wuxia dimensions Side Effect: Becoming the most hated guy on Earth Here's how it works: - Someone mocks me → I gain points - I use points → Travel to wuxia worlds - I learn cultivation→ Bring it back to Earth - I use martial arts→ Everyone loses their minds → MORE POINTS It's a beautiful cycle. While Earth's mage chant spells and discover mana patterns, I'm spending weekends in sects chasing jade beauties. While they train to combat kaiju, I'm buying cultivation techniques from a sarcastic AI named ARIA. The government wants to dissect me. The mages want to recruit me. My classmates think I'm an alien. I'm none of those things. I'm just the only martial artist in a world that forgot cultivation existed. And I'm about to remind them why that's a problem. [System Quest: Make the entire martial world question reality] [Reward: Legendary Technique: Heavenly Lotus Art] [Current Progress: 3%] Let's see who's trash now.

Satou Kazuma, who was literally scared to death by a dump truck, decided to bring the goddess Aqua—who had mocked him—to another world as his "cheat ability." He arrived at the royal capital of the Kingdom of Lugunica. Here, there are magical beasts, spirit users, sword saints, even witches and dragon gods—but no legendary Demon King. To make matters worse, the goddess Aqua by his side is utterly useless and completely fails to function as a proper cheat ability. Though he doesn’t know why, the success rate of his steal skill is supposed to be low, yet he has never failed so far. The story truly begins one day, when he casually stole something that looked incredibly valuable from a certain blonde-haired little girl.

Seven college friends reunite for a long-awaited getaway in a luxurious hillside villa. Behind the laughter and warmth of their reunion, dark secrets begin to unravel—betrayals of love, old grudges, scandalous videos, and deep-seated family conflicts. What starts as a perfect escape slowly turns into a bloodstained prison when one of them begins to be terrorized. But who is the real target? And among these lifelong friends, who truly harbors the deepest, most dangerous wounds? Setting: Indonesia

“This is a xianxia work written by a Việt Nam author.” Title: The Law of Kings. Author: Thường Tầm. The story is set in the era of Dharma Transition within the cultivation world. By that time, cultivators no longer practiced Qi Refining or Foundation Establishment as before, but had completely shifted to an entirely new cultivation system. Entering the Dao, Heart Manifestation, Heaven and Man, Spirit Dao, Domain Dao… A realm where every breath and every heartbeat could become an opportunity for breakthrough. That is not all. A man from another world appeared and rose to become the Immortal Emperor. Later, after he vanished without a trace, the culture of that other world began to descend and spread throughout the cultivation realm. Every household came to know of mobile phones, refrigerators, and items that did not originally belong to this world. Even the sarcasm and catchphrases of that other world gradually began to influence the way people thought. Just when the situation seemed peaceful, a great war erupted among the Thirty Six Kings. They were the chosen ones, competing for the still vacant throne of the Immortal Emperor. So in this era of Dharma Transition, what connection truly binds together the disappearance of the Immortal Emperor and the War of Kings?

In the world of Aetheria, there is one name that is feared by all. Yet, he is known more for his title, the Demon General. Whether it’s Gods or Demons, no beings dare to oppose his authority. He ruled Aetheria with an iron hand. Cities are destroyed on his whim. Countries are razed at his displeasure. This is the tale of his rise to power. This is the tale of his rise to Godhood. This is the tale of the rise of the Demon General.

Every New Year’s Eve, the blood moon rises, and with it comes a deadly truth: sleep can mean death. Some who succumb are dragged into the Lunar Plane, a nightmarish expanse ruled by lunar creatures that consume minds. Some humans, known as dreamers, survive the ordeal but at a terrible cost. They wander the creatures’ endless voids, returning only when they escape, their presence feared above all. Society has learned to dread them, seeing them as both a threat and a resource: unstable, unpredictable, yet capable of knowledge, foresight, and psychic power far beyond normal human limits. To control this danger, governments and mega-corporations maintain strict contracts with known dreamers. Some are coerced into monitoring the Lunar Plane, keeping the peace, hunting rogue entities, or extracting intelligence from the void for profit and defense. Others are weaponized for warfare, their unique abilities exploited to infiltrate enemy networks, manipulate adversaries, or sabotage opposing forces on either earth, or the lunar plane in which they are teleported to in their dreams. Wealthy citizens protect themselves with neural implants, anti-dreamer wards, and other advanced technology, creating a stark divide between those who can go toe to toe with dreamers, and those who cannot. Dreamers walk a razor’s edge, feared, exploited, and isolated, their humanity often traded for survival or for the strategic advantage of those who control the world above. Ryven never wished to become a dreamer. He never wanted to roam a void of horrors or wield powers he did not understand, yet after a sudden car crash, he awakens inside a the expanse of a horrifying creature, forced to watch it mimic his friends and family as he struggles to find a way back to life in the world above, a world both dazzling and terrifying in its technological sophistication yet blind to the nightmare many inhabit. As the blood moon rises again, the boundary between life and the Lunar Plane blurs, and Ryven must navigate a world that fears him even as it uses him.

An unknown cosmic phenomenon is causing the Sun to lose mass at an alarming rate, gradually forcing Earth into a widening, fatal orbit. As temperatures plummet, an unforgiving winter engulfs the planet’s surface. Ecosystems collapse, countless species vanish, food chains disintegrate, and human life expectancy declines under the strain of famine and cold. In a desperate bid for survival, governments initiate genetic enhancement programs to engineer individuals capable of enduring the extreme climate. What begins as a noble scientific endeavor is soon corrupted by war, political collapse, and moral decay. In their desperation, humanity creates beings with blood so unnaturally hot it can evaporate moisture on contact, creatures who dare to call themselves human. Yet these engineered survivors carry a catastrophic flaw. Neural instability in certain subjects gives rise to a severe condition known as Gnosis: a perceptual distortion that reshapes reality itself. To them, the world becomes flesh. Snow resembles layers of fat, walls pulse like living hearts, and every leaf hangs heavy with veins and sinew. The grotesque becomes beautiful: the beautiful becomes grotesque. The cold did not merely freeze the world outside, it froze the human heart as well.