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"The human body is a masterpiece of design. It is also the perfect prison." In a world where Cultivation is no longer spiritual but biological warfare, the God-Emperor has achieved immortality by turning his subjects into living fuel cells. The "Imperial Sickness" isn't a plague—it’s a harvest. Li Wei was born a Prince, but he was raised as a specimen. Abandoned in the toxic depths of the Void-Pit, his heart was surgically replaced with a stone-cold artifact of death: The Dead Heart. Under the tutelage of the Surgical Wraith, Li Wei didn't learn to move mountains or split the sky. He learned something far more terrifying: - He learned the exact tension of a vocal cord before it snaps. - He learned how to hijack a nervous system with a single silver thread. - He learned that every God, no matter how powerful, still has a Vagus Nerve that can be severed. Now, Li Wei has emerged from the Pit. He isn't here to lead a rebellion or claim a throne. He is here to perform a Total Systemic Excision. With a cracked porcelain mask, a mechanical companion with a fragmented soul, and a surgical register of 2,994 targets, the Butcher of the Void begins his final procedure. "I am not a hero. I am the Surgeon. And this Empire? It is a terminal patient."

Suko is a seemingly ordinary student living inside a controlled narrative universe. However, his true existence transcends classification, limits, and even the concept of measurable power. After an incident where the system itself fails to recognize his strength, reality begins adapting around his presence instead of resisting it. Living mostly in his restrained 105th Form to maintain balance, Suko navigates daily school life alongside his allies Lyria and Kaneki while secretly protecting the Prime Reality from collapse. Despite possessing the authority to erase entire causal structures, timelines, and layered universes—including fictional and meta-narrative realms—he chooses control over destruction. As tournaments, conflicts, and higher-dimensional threats emerge, it becomes increasingly clear that Suko is not simply a warrior, deity, or anomaly, but a governing constant within the story itself. Even the Author is not entirely beyond his reach. The narrative follows Suko’s effort to maintain equilibrium between infinite power and human restraint, while facing entities, systems, and outcomes that should not be able to exist.

"Who are you when your world is erased, your memory is a ghost, and the only power you have is a reflection of a self you can no longer remember?" When Earth collide with a world of blood and ancient power, survival demands more than strength—it demands transformation. Believed to be summoned itself by the Goddess of Light, billions of humans awaken in Terraldia with no path home and a weapon forged from their very souls. These Outworlders carry cursions—manifestations of their deepest selves—into a realm where noble bloodlines wield magic, where demons crawl from forgotten depths, and where trust is the rarest currency of all. Where their previous world's history, cultures, technologies, love, families, and careers were all gone in an instant, some hide their true power behind false classifications. Others weave strategies in the shadows of royal courts. A few simply try to survive one more day in a world that views them as tools, threats, or worse. But Terraldia's carefully maintained order is fracturing. Ancient forces stir beneath temple stones. Political alliances built on centuries of blood are tested by those who refuse to be controlled. And in the spaces between light and shadow, the question becomes not whether the Outworlders will change this world—but whether they'll survive what it makes of them first. In a land where power is inherited and outsiders are expendable, those who were nothing on Earth must become everything—or be buried beneath the weight of a history not their own. - This story features morally complex characters navigating a world where survival often demands compromise, and where the line between hero and pragmatist blurs with every choice made.

Zekai is twenty-two and has already decided that life is meaningless. He has no job, no ambition, and no interest in the future. While others chase purpose, he watches from the sidelines, convinced that the world runs on illusions people are too afraid to question. Then his grandfather dies during a circus performance. The death is ruled an accident. The silence afterward is not. Something is left behind—something old, something deliberate. From that moment, Zekai begins to notice what others cannot: patterns beneath coincidence, intent behind tragedy, and a presence that seems amused by his existence. The city changes around him. Crimes grow stranger. People disappear without explanation. Whispers spread of a figure who appears in moments of fear—part savior, part nightmare. Zekai does not seek to become anything. He only reacts. Yet the more he intervenes, the more the world pushes back. Every choice carries consequences he cannot escape. Every step forward reveals another layer of truth he was never meant to see. Some paths offer power. Some demand sacrifice. Some do not allow turning back. As Zekai is pulled deeper into a hidden side of the city—where justice, guilt, desire, and fate collide—he is forced to confront a question no one can answer for him: Is freedom something you choose… or something taken from you the moment you play along? Because this story is not about destiny fulfilled. It is about what remains when the final number is reached— 22.

They met under rather unusual circumstances. Graham can still feel the grip of those powerful hands clamping down on his body. The electric thrill of cold metal pressing against his skin. That moment when the adrenaline redlines and your pulse thrashes painfully against your temples. And "he" is so close that Graham can feel the searing heat of his breath against his neck. It’s a pity that what falls from those perfect lips isn’t a sultry "I want you, Graham," but rather: "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"

Rei Nishimura only wanted to live an ordinary life except he was brought into the world upon realising his dream of being a sorcerer has a lot of things to understand and to deal with especially when everything is ruthless and cruel in contrast of what he had expected.

On the surface, Rana’s life appears ordinary. Yet beneath that fragile normalcy lies something fractured — an unease he cannot explain, emotions that feel misplaced, and fleeting images that flash through his mind like echoes from a reality he cannot remember. Then, without warning, everything begins to shift. The past returns. And Rana discovers that his existence was never as simple as he believed. Forgotten memories rise slowly to the surface — fragments of a distant world, a war long buried, a decision that altered more than just his fate… and a name that remains at the center of it all: Riya. As truth and memory begin to intertwine, Rana realizes that his past was not confined to his own life. The consequences of what once happened have spread like a silent chain reaction — affecting balance, survival, and the very structure of existence itself. And then an alien stands before him. Neither fully an enemy. Nor entirely a friend. Its message is simple — but devastating in its weight. Within Rana lies a dormant power. Within Riya rests a silent key. Between them exists a decision capable of shaping not merely two lives, but multiple realities. But truth is never linear. Intentions remain unclear. Memories feel unreliable. Every answer gives birth to a deeper question. Is Rana’s past truly what he remembers? Or is he being guided toward something he does not yet understand? And the most terrifying possibility of all — Can saving one life demand the destruction of another? As past and present collide, Rana is pushed toward a choice where the boundaries between right and wrong begin to dissolve. Because sometimes, the greatest threat is not war. But sacrifice.

Fifteen years after the 10th Cataclysmic War of Annihilation, the world of Erythia lies fractured. The Once-mighty global nations have fallen into chaos after the Emergence Incident, when Eldritch alien gods descended from beyond the void, twisting reality and enslaving humanity through fear and corruption. Out of the ashes rises DomiTech Industries, a controversial paramilitary organization led by Director Lucretia. Secretly, DomiTech’s mission is to create a reality-altering machine — the R.M.D. (Reality Manipulation Device) — capable of reshaping existence itself and erasing the alien entities from Erythia forever. In order to achieve this, Lucretia dispatches her elite task force, Squad I.N.F.E.R.I.U.S. led by the infamous mercenary Netoshka. Their goals are to recover Lost Artifacts, Elemental Shards, and other ancient technologies scattered across the ravaged world — remnants of pre-war civilizations and alien experiments that hold the power to fuel the R.M.D. But as Inferius fights through decaying cities, rogue warlords, and Wire-corrupted armies, they uncover horrifying truths: The Eldritch gods are adapting to humanity’s technology, fusing with it to spread their influence. And so the R.M.D. may not bring salvation — but total annihilation. And Netoshka herself may be connected to the very cosmic forces DomiTech seeks to destroy.

If I had the power to destroy everything, I would have done so long ago—for the sake of this rotten and wretched world. But I do not possess such power. I am nothing more than a weak man, crawling from the very depths of the earth. Struggling for a justice that hangs by the thinnest thread, standing atop the burning embers of hypocrisy and cruelty. And so, I will tear out the very root of what has caused this world to decay— with the power I hold now.

People might think this is just another story revolving around power systems and mafia romance drama — something predictable, something familiar. But this story is far more shocking than that. Nothing unfolds the way you expect. Every decision carries hidden consequences, every character hides a deeper truth, and just when you think you understand the direction, the narrative twists beyond imagination. In this world, nothing is certain — and no one can truly predict what is happening or what will happen next. _________________

Rudra Pratap died a broken man in 2026, sacrificed on the altar of corporate corruption. He wakes up with a second chance in the most volatile decade of Indian history: the 1970s. It is an age of suffocation—where the License Raj strangles innovation and the government controls the means of production. But Rudra has brought something back from the future. Possessing a mysterious System that allows him to import 21st-century blueprints and foresee geopolitical shifts, Rudra begins his ascent. While others fear the impending war, Rudra sees a supply chain opportunity. While others beg bureaucrats for permits, Rudra buys the bureau.He is no longer the victim. He is the predator. His goal is not just wealth. He aims to forge an industrial empire so vast that operates in the shadows of global finance while building the spine of Indian industry. Watch Rudra Pratap turn a dying textile mill into a global empire, one crisis at a time. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction set in an alternate 1970s timeline. All characters, businesses, and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Real-world brands and historical figures are included solely for atmospheric context and do not imply endorsement or factual accuracy.

A gladiator?! Who? Me!! How the fuck can I become a gladiator with this skinny ass-- Wait!! Is that a fucking bear? Now, how in seven hells am I supposed to-- Oh, so you've given me a panel to assist. That's better, then! Now, should I just take over Meereen or wait for Daenerys to come and rescue me?

Damn I became Naoya and became part of the mentally retarded Zenin family! Knowing the future of this world, I knew I had to act to lead a good retired life! Fortunately! After assimilating Naoya’s soul, I seemed to have gained an amazing potential! I even have 4 cursed techniques! Now reborn as a man with exceptional talent, I was going to take the throne of the strongest! "Come Gojo satoru! Tell me! Are you Gojo Satoru because you're the strongest? Or are you the strongest because you're Gojo Satoru??" "No Wait!- Holy shit! what do you mean you're a girl???" ---- Imp points: Mc has four techniques, Gojo is a woman, Gojo is a woman, Gojo is a woman. Important things need to be said thrice. Heavy sex scenes will be displayed, but please note, not every random woman will simply throw themselves at the Mc. Harem? Not decided yet, but he will have sex with multiple woman during story, but maybe nearing end he will marry only one.

I’d been reading a Webnovel called The Dance of Power. It wasn’t a blockbuster hit, but it had a devoted fanbase — and the worldbuilding was interesting enough to keep me hooked. Flawed, sure, but filled with potential. Its biggest draw was its gimmick: An interactive system that lets readers submit their own character sheets to be added to the story. Naturally, I made one. Naturally… it got rejected. “Not unique enough.” “Doesn’t fit the plot.” “Try again next event.” I shrugged it off. It was just a character, after all. At least, until I opened my eyes — and found myself inside the world of The Dance of Power, inhabiting the very same character the author had turned down. A character who wasn’t meant to exist. A character with no place in the story. A flaw in the narrative. And in a universe built on power, politics, and brutal hierarchy… Being a mistake is the most dangerous thing you can be.

Shura never meant to fall. One moment, he stood beneath an open sky. The next, the world broke beneath his feet. He wakes in darkness — not the darkness of night, but of a world buried beneath the earth itself. A vast hollow realm stretches ten kilometers above and below, sealed under a stone ceiling where no sun or moon has ever existed. Six great kingdoms stand within this Void, their golden beacons replacing the sky. Trains run across massive distances. Guilds regulate monster hunts. Viora — a natural energy born from the heart — powers both warriors and cities alike. There are no animals here. Only humans. And monsters. To the people of the Void, this is the only world that has ever existed. To Shura, it is a prison. Stranded in a civilization that believes the surface is myth, Shura clings to one goal: return home. But the deeper he travels beyond the kingdom walls — past dangerous zones and into ancient ruins older than recorded history — the more unsettling the truth becomes. The Void was not always empty. The ceiling above is not simply stone. And the surface he longs for may not be the world he remembers. To go home, Shura must uncover why this world exists… and why it was sealed away in the first place. Because something in the darkness knows he came from above. And it has been waiting.

(Cover Image not mine!) (CTTO of the image) (Female MC) In a world ruled by pirates and power, one girl rises from the shadows of tragedy. Fifteen-year-old Ada Wong, an assassin and sharpshooter who lost her parents to nobles, is recruited by the legendary Rocks D. Xebec, she becomes an unseen force shaping history, standing alongside titans like Kaido, Whitebeard, and Big Mom, facing conspiracies, betrayals, and the might of the world itself. Author here. I only have one thing to say. Giveeee me powerstones!!! Kidding aside, if you enjoyed the story, drop a comment and let me know what you think!

Jamie Lin, a half-Chinese half-American found himself reincarnated in an Immortal Cultivation World. He didn't have a good opinion about this kind of world, mostly about its people, the so-called Immortal Cultivators. Defeat one, and their backers would appear. Defeat those backers, even stronger backers would appear. Yet if you do nothing, they would keep oppressing you. Even the seemingly useless character would suddenly have impressive backers. Everyone has backers, other than the Main Characters. Seeing himself as a handsome and charming Main Character, Jamie had to be very careful with his actions. "Everyone was incredibly petty, so this cycle would keep going forever." That was his personal opinion. But he was left with no choice. He had to live there and so he decided to live how he wanted while avoiding troubles with the petty Immortal Cultivators.

“Everyone expected them to be legends—no one asked what it cost.” In a world ruled by elemental houses and unforgiving expectations, power is a cage. When the Heavenly Realm begins to collapse, four young leaders are cast down into the mortal world—a place where magic fades, titles mean nothing, and survival strips them to their core. Ember, a fire prodigy feared for her temper, hides a terrifying secret: the fear that she is only worthy of love when she is perfect. Melissa, an earth mage scarred by years of cruelty, masks her unspoken rage with silence. Between them, a fragile, slow-burn bond grows—one forged in the shadows of a realm that demands they be weapons, not women in love. Kai, the cold, controlled Commander, finds his iron resolve shattered by the one person he can’t command. Felix, whose laughter hides a broken heart, is the only one brave enough to look behind Kai's mask. As the world falls apart, they must decide if loyalty to the realm is worth sacrificing the person standing right next to them. And Leo, the hidden heir to the throne, must find his own strength before the world turns him into a tool of destruction. In a world of shifting loyalties and familiar enemies, they must face the ultimate question: Who are they, when the world stops watching? What to expect: ✨ GL / WLW (Ember x Melissa) ✨ BL / MLM (Kai x Felix) ✨ Found Family ✨ Hurt/Comfort & Slow Burn ✨ Elemental Magic System ✨ Hidden Heir Identity