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Global Disaster: I Will Slay Gods In This Second Chance!

[Global Awakening] + [Apocalypse] + [Multiple Disasters] + [AntiHero MC] + [Genius MC] + [Multi POV] + [Multiple Individuals Regress] + [SCP] + [Building a Force] + [Single Female Lead] + [Urban] February 28th, 2101. Nine ethereal figures descended from the sky. They called themselves the Apostles. As messengers of "God", tasked with the noble mission of testing humanity through the Ninety-Nine Era Ending Calamities, a cycle that every universe must go through. But... This was not the first time they appeared. It was their ninety-ninth reappearance. The first Era Ending Calamity, 30% of humanity died gruesomely. The second Era Ending Calamity, ghosts and demons wrecked the world. The third… fourth… Each one of them was as brutal as the last, and at the final Ninety-Ninth, only fifteen special individuals remained. These fifteen were the strongest awakeners in humanity. I, Zold Starks, was one of them. Our strengths were so great that we were calamities ourselves. But even then, the situation was hopeless. The survival rate for the Ninety-Ninth Era Ending Calamity was... 0%. At that moment, the Apostles spoke: "It is through the Undistinguishable that we live forward. It is through the Unknown that we fear what is beyond. It is through the Ultimate that we seek transcendence..." "God has spoken." "The Ninety-Ninth Era Ending Calamity..." Zold held his breath. "... is [Regression]." The instant they spoke-- Zold and the others vanished from the ruined world. === With one more chance... With a different, more powerful talent... Zold no longer thought about merely surviving. "Just you wait..." "I'll hunt each of you even if it's the last thing I'll do." This time, he'll kill the Apostles and their God!
Little_Seeker · 1.4k Views

I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.
alvahraaaa · 8k Views