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An Extra Villain in Cultivation World

Important note - The earlier chapters were edited with AI, so please don’t mind the style. I’ll be changing my writing style from Chapter 45 onward. This is the story of a modern man who transmigrates into a cultivation novel world he once read. He is not the chosen one. He is not the protagonist. And he has absolutely no intention of sacrificing himself for “justice,” “the greater good,” or someone else’s plot. Upon transmigration, he awakens a System. A strange, morally flexible System that rewards him with system points for stealing opportunities that were meant for the protagonist— powerful treasures, rare inheritances, fortuitous encounters… …and even the women fated to fall for the hero. But he isn’t a villain. He doesn’t slaughter innocents, burn the world, or rule through fear. He also isn’t a hero who rushes into danger for strangers or follows some noble destiny. He is simply a man who knows the story, understands how cruel cultivation worlds are, and refuses to be crushed by fate. He grows stronger not to dominate the world, but to survive it. He steals opportunities not out of malice, but because in this world, hesitation means death. He helps when he wants to. Leaves when it benefits him. Loves freely, fights brutally, jokes casually, and lives without regret. This is not a story about saving the world. It’s a story about living well in a world that was never meant for him. Discord -https://discord.gg/whSJUqQkEf
Skam_Boy · 210.2k Views

Harry Potter: The Life Of An Agent

In an alternate universe where the familiar history of the wizarding world unfolded along darker and more fractured paths, nothing is as it should have been. Events that once defined destiny occurred differently. Figures believed long dead now live on, shaping new futures, while unheard voices rise to claim their place in history. At the center of this world stands a young man whose identity has been deliberately erased. Raised in secrecy and shaped into a weapon of loyalty, he serves as an Operative Crown Agent of the British Royal Family — a shadow asset tasked with enforcing the Crown’s will within the hidden magical world. Brilliant, disciplined, and dangerously young, he is sent into the very heart of British wizarding society: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Officially, his mission is infiltration — to observe, influence, and quietly secure the future of magical Britain under royal authority. Unofficially, he carries a deeper, more personal purpose. He is searching for the truth of who he is, for parents he does not remember, and for a past that was stolen from him long before he could understand its value. But Hogwarts is not merely a battlefield of politics and secrets. Within its walls, he finds something he was never meant to have: connection. Friendship. Love. A chance at belonging. As he grows closer to people who challenge everything he was taught, he begins to question the Crown he serves, the handlers who shaped him, and the pure-blood families who see him as either a tool or a threat. Author’s Note: English is not my first language, and I am still learning it. I am not yet at a level where I can write a long story with perfect grammar or sentence structure. Because of that, I use AI as a tool to help correct grammar, improve sentence flow, and make my writing readable. Every idea, scene, character, and plot point in this story was written by me first, in my own imperfect English, while I am actively learning the language. AI is used only to help refine what I have already created — not to invent the story for me. If the mere presence of AI assistance is something that bothers you, please consider this your warning. This note is offered out of courtesy and respect.
Mr_HL · 25.2k Views

Harem God Tournament

He died exactly how he lived: as a joke. ​Andre Simmons was a shadow in his own life—depressed, overlooked, and utterly invisible. His existence was a cycle of digital degeneracy and crushing loneliness, until the moment he finally managed to lose his virginity. The shock was too much for his heart; he died in the middle of his only "victory," leaving behind a legacy of pure embarrassment. ​But death wasn't the end. It was an audition. ​Enter Humsdrig, a golden, mocking God of Conquest who plucks Andre from the void. He offers the ultimate deal: a second life in a new body, but one with a blood-soaked price tag. Andre must compete in the Harem God King Tournament—a celestial war between 20 candidates, each chosen by a different Harem God. ​The prize? The Throne of Desire. Rule over all love, lust, life, and death for half a millennium. ​Reborn as Ethel Moderin, Andre is now armed with the Harem System, a cold, digital guide that demands he conquer everything in his path. To survive, he must build a harem from the very women who once looked at him with disgust. He must Battle Lust Beasts, harvest the monstrous manifestations of human depravity, hunt and eliminate the other nineteen boys before they eliminate him. ​In his first life, he was a ghost. In this one, he is Humsdrig’s vessel. The world ignored Andre Simmons, but they will bow before the man he is destined to become. ​The game has begun. Seduce. Conquer. Ascend. ___________ Additional tags: Mature content, Genius MC, Magic, System, Leveling up, gore, no rape, no Yuri, Beasts.
Sarcasm_Goat · 58 Views

His Little Captive

Prologue: The Steel and the Snow The air in Moscow didn’t just feel cold; it felt heavy, like it was saturated with the scent of expensive tobacco and old blood. Nikolai Volkov sat in the back of his armored Rolls-Royce, his eyes as grey as the Siberian winter. He was the Pakhan—the man who held the strings of the city’s heart. To the world, he was a monster. To his men, he was a god. But inside, Nikolai felt a strange, hollow silence. He had everything—power, wealth beyond imagination, and a reputation that made grown men tremble—yet he was bored. He flipped through a surveillance report, his fingers tracing the edge of a grainy photograph taken in a cramped alleyway in Seoul. It wasn't a business target. It was a girl. She was small, with dark hair that fell like silk over bruised shoulders, and eyes that held a universe of quiet suffering. "She’s crying again," his lead enforcer, Viktor, muttered from the front seat, checking his tablet. Nikolai didn't look up, but his grip tightened on the paper. "Does the father still have the bottle in his hand?" "Yes, sir. And the mother is no better." Nikolai’s jaw set. He was a man of violence, but he loathed the weak who preyed on the even weaker. He had spent months watching her from the shadows of his digital empire. He had seen her work three jobs, seen her hide her tears behind a polite smile, and seen the marks her parents left on her skin. "Prepare the jet," Nikolai said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I’m tired of watching. I want to bring her home." "Sir, the Bratva council expects you at the—" "The council can wait," Nikolai snapped, his eyes finally lifting, burning with a terrifying, protective fire. "Hana doesn't have another night to lose."
Angel_444 · 1.1k Views