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I lived a mediocre life. Trapped in the simulation of everyday mundanity, the 'Matrix' you might call it. The world killed my dreams, hurt my innocence, but I moved on just fine, struggling everyday to keep living. Until it came out of nowhere, without warning: The Apocalypse. I fought to survive. I lived alone in a world where all dead humans turned to undead. But, there was only so little the average human could do against creatures with superhuman strength. So I died. It was the end. Or was it? "From one cage to another." I opened my eyes to a world where normal reasoning was as good as garbage. A world ruled by men with superhuman strength. A medieval world with swords and... No magic. Just swords and weapons. But still, that medieval world was not so medieval. It was a crazy place, a world that I couldn't fully understand. So I decided. I'll live because I lack the resolve to end myself. I'll live because i'm a coward. I'll live because in the end, I'll die of old age anyway. But before I die, I'll figure out the truth and secrets of this world. Just for the sake of it. And what's the best way to see the world in its entirety? Of course, it's to stand at the highest summit. And that's exactly what I'm going to do. So watch me rise.

The empror who secretly trains the future calamities to protect himself

Evan Cole logged in expecting a game. What he woke up in did not allow logging out. There were no tutorials. No safety nets. No second chances. Death was permanent, and survival came without instructions. At first, Evan believed he was trapped inside a broken system. Then he learned the truth. The world was functioning exactly as designed. As Evan adapts, he survives not by strength or luck, but by understanding how pressure shapes people—how repetition replaces choice, how efficiency erases hesitation, and how systems reward those willing to carry the cost. Villages do not fall screaming. They quiet. They stabilize. They continue. And the more Evan succeeds, the more the world asks of him. Because in Eidolon Realms, survival is not proof of virtue. It is a test of what you are willing to become when the system stops asking for permission. This is not a story about becoming powerful. It’s about what survives when power starts asking for payment. The start can be a bit generic but please read till chapter 35. Kind criticism is welcome. One Chapter Daily!!

A teenager is sent to the world of DxD by a perverted deity who asks for his help in saving that dimension in the future. To do so, he is sent as the son of the leader of the fallen angels. Follow Soul as he begins his life in this supernatural world.

Magic is not a miracle, it is a language and the world is failing its literacy test. In the neon-drenched Gothic skyscrapers of Downtown, "Mages" scrawl jagged circles in industrial grease, chanting fragments of a tongue they don't understand. In the brass-clockwork palaces of Uptown, the elite hoard artifacts, believing they’ve tamed the heavens. They treat the Names of Creation like blunt hammers—blindly unaware that the Gods are watching from the void, waiting for the Hourglass of Eons to flip. I woke up with no memory of my past in a fragile body that burns with white-hot agony every time I invoke a Name. I have no grimoires and no legions. I hold only a fountain pen, a broken pocket watch, and a memory of the world before it shattered. To the universe, I am a scholar caught in a slaughterhouse. To the "Mages," I am a heretic. But even I do not know exactly what I have become. While they struggle with superstition, I speak the Names with infinite precision. But speak a Name is to bleed. And to alter the law is to burn. Accompanied by a traumatized child soldier—my only anchor to sanity—I must navigate a decaying world of rusted gears and digital demons. I don’t intend to save this corpse of a civilization. I only want to ask one question: "The Universe was built on Seventy Names... Why do you only remember so few?"

In the crime streets of Central Chuq City, Luis “Cruz” lives a double life. Street hustler by night, devoted son by day. A standalone side story set in the world of Sangre De Reyes.

If one looked into a mirror, they'd find their reflection staring right back at them. But that wasn't the case for Damon. He woke up one night, only to find another face staring back at him. But that wasn't the worst case. The worst case was finding out you got transmigrated in a trashy third rate novel. Oh, and not to mention, the even trashier body he got transmigrated into. And a reminder, the world was doomed for destruction come a few years. What could possibly go wrong? Right?! ====== "It's like I was the one actually living it. I felt like I was Damon myself." "But that's not possible." "I am not Damon, I am...." "Wait... who am I?" –Damon.

Ryan Von Ainsworth. The scummy heir to one of the nine great noble houses that ruled the human race. Despite being the heir of such a great clan, Ryan was utter trash. Not only did he lack the talent, he also lacked the character becoming of an heir. And after several disgraceful behaviours, he was finally disowned and exiled from his family. And on the night of his exile, he had a dream... A dream that changed the course of his and humanity's destiny in their war-torn world

Aether Moirai was never meant to be free. Born from the final spark of the Abyss—a forgotten god’s last act of rebellion—he is the last vessel, a boy whose powers grow stronger the more his mind fractures. Bound by the Codex, a system that can rewrite history itself, Aether is hunted by worlds that fear what he might become. The Infinite Library has always been his home—a labyrinth between worlds where every book is a living realm, and every story is a battlefield. But when the tales begin to warp, birthing monsters and rewriting entire histories, even the Library’s endless shelves can’t protect him. To survive, Aether must step into dangerous books where myths breathe, legends bleed, and the wrong choice can erase you from existence. Each journey brings him closer to the truth of his creation—and the author who penned his fate. But the corruption doesn’t stay contained. As the stories unravel, their chaos seeps into the real world—kingdoms clash with empires that never existed, myths walk beside mortals, and reality itself begins to fray. In the end, the Library isn’t just collapsing into itself. It’s dragging every world down with it. And some stories brought by it could end the world in seconds. So can someone like him, survive in such a world. Even more, try and rule it?

Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Lin Xuan awakens in the body of a weak and ridiculed young master from a powerful clan. With poor talent and a fragile body, his future is all but sealed—until he gains a mysterious system that rewards discipline, efficiency, and steady progress. Through daily training, careful planning, and gradual mastery of cultivation, intent, and the Dao, he begins to rise in a world ruled by sects, clans, and Heaven-favored geniuses. This is not a tale of sudden miracles, but of perfect foundations, quiet growth, and a path that challenges fate itself.

Beneath the cold, surgical blades of light in the 'God Hands' Gallery, the raw arrogance of Rich City fused with the menacing bass hum, forming a colossal, ticking machine primed to consume any sign of failure. Vera, agile and focused, found her progress critically halted, frozen by the unwavering integrity of a biometric smart-lock. Amidst the sterile marble and ice-glass, her gaze locked onto a pair of unnerving red retinas—the eyes of a man radiating pure, lethal discipline. He was an apex predator accustomed to killing with bare-handed efficiency, now frustratingly defeated by a momentary string of complex code. When a localized frequency jammer suddenly activated, caging them both in dangerous isolation, the two hindered professionals instantly recognized the stark truth: collaboration was their only path to survival. One desperately required a perfect physical diversion; the other, an impossible digital breach. Their entire, high-stakes negotiation was reduced to a secret code, silently exchanged under the intimate guise of a casual lean against a stiff shoulder. The final, sharp question hung heavy in the air: Who would ultimately prevail, and what unspeakable price would they pay for a mere ten-second window of opportunity? — Inspired by LINE Let's Get Rich ©Netmarble — Trigger Warning:Violence, Psychological Trauma, Lethal Action

The gods rule from the sky. From radiant thrones above the capital, the Pantheon governs kingdoms, crowns emperors, and decides who lives and who burns. Their power is sustained by faith. Their authority is law. Their immortality is unquestioned. Riven Ashmore once stood among them. He was the Lesser God of Shadow and Forgotten Truths — a quiet deity who ruled over what light could not erase. Secrets. Buried history. The hidden fractures beneath divine order. And he discovered the truth. The gods were never eternal. They were once human. And their divinity was stolen through a forbidden ritual that chained something ancient beneath the world. For daring to speak it, Riven was condemned and executed before heaven and earth — erased in golden chains as the Pantheon declared him a traitor. But death did not accept him. Reborn as a powerless human in the slums of the very capital that witnessed his fall, Riven awakens with only a fractured remnant of his former authority: Shadow. Not mere darkness. But the truth that exists because light does. Now hunted by divine knights and watched by the gods who fear what he knows, Riven must rebuild from nothing — devouring broken fragments of fading divinity, cultivating faith in secret, and turning doubt into a weapon. As belief begins to fracture and heaven starts to rot from within, the Pantheon will learn what they tried to destroy: Even gods cast shadows. And shadows remember.

[Villain Protagonist] + [No System] + [No Female Lead] + [ Cursed spirit ] At the very beginning, the protagonist unexpectedly obtains all 30 volumes of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga. With the entire future laid bare before them, the Cursed Spirits are no longer willing to be pawns—no longer tools crushed between Gojo Satoru and Sukuna. Jogo will not be reduced to ashes at Gojo’s whim, nor trampled beneath Sukuna’s amusement. Hanami will not fall quietly under overwhelming power. Dagon will not be slaughtered like prey by Toji Fushiguro. Mahito will not remain a disposable piece in Kenjaku’s grand design. This time, they know. They know their defeats. They know their deaths. They know who betrays them and who uses them. And with that knowledge, fate begins to fracture. The age of humans and sorcerers ruling unchallenged is coming to an end. The era that truly belongs to the Cursed Spirits… begins now. ... ... support me on patreon patreon.com/guilt_free_daoist

What is a human? Is it a featherless chicken? Or is it more complex? Is it that easy to be human?

Warning - Adult 18+ content If you love apocalyptic world than you are at right place. Read few chapters and you will definitely love it. Nonetheless here is short summary - World have been hit by a virus which infected most of the people. Those who survived it become evolver and those who didn't are dead. With below one percent survivality rate ,less than a million people are left on the earth after one month of apocalypse. Lukas got infected while securing some food for his family and when he thought it was his end, he received a message from God of Lust whose small mistake doomed earth... Important Points:- No NTR, No Yuri Read only when you can handle extreme smut and langauge Hidden Tags:- Netori, Taboo(Non-blood related),Heavy smut, Extreme Kinks, Anal, Milfs

When the world fell silent, humanity was divided. Twelve percent of mankind fell into an endless sleep. Two thousand years later, they awaken to a world where blood is power and fear is currency. Monsters rule. Humans kneel. Ritualists slaughter. Yuko awakens without memories, unaware that the power sleeping within him does not seek destruction— it delivers judgment. In a world where mercy is punished and survival is earned through death, the greatest danger is not the monsters… It is remembering who you truly are.

Kratos meets Asura. The Ghost of Sparta collides with the Demigod of the Eight Guardian Generals of Wrath in a cosmic battle that will decide the fate of reality itself. Rage, redemption, and fatherhood bind two warriors— one haunted by the ghosts of his past, the other consumed by fury for his stolen family. Together, they face Eon, a cosmic entity more powerful than any foe they have ever challenged—one who seeks to erase all existence. Swords clash. Stars burn. Fathers fight for the children they love.

Aurelius Marakā, a disciple of Absolute Kinetic Truth, believes perfect geometry can conquer all. But when his master is murdered, the catastrophic Black Aura—The Stigma's Zenith—is unleashed within him, a power so vast it threatens to consume his very life essence. Now, Aurelius is the GHC's most wanted target, hunted by the relentless White Scimitar Protocol and his former ally, the deadly Izumi Kaelen. To anchor his chaotic power and stave off oblivion, Aurelius accepts a debt to the shadowy underworld, forcing him to wield the Chains of Oblivion—a cursed relic that stabilizes his aura at the cost of his soul. His mission is impossible: steal the terrifying Purple Aura Specimen from a sealed GHC fortress. Failure means immediate annihilation by the void within. Success means off-world passage and a chance at freedom. But how long can discipline hold chaos before reality itself breaks?

Warning: contains sexual content! ——— Jacob, the paralysed son of the ruthless Black Wolves gang's boss who dominated the city's underworld, died at the schemes of the Iron Dog gang. But before he could finally rest, Elyasade Von Bloodrose summoned him to Taryasa - A world of fantasy - to save the vampires from extinction and the revival of the next Vampire God. Because of her, he awakened the Scarlet Harem System that would grant him strength in return for mating with women worthy of becoming the pillars of the vampires' glorious return. ——— #NO NTR, #NO YURI, #NO YAOI

A story about a transmigrator who is utterly insane, and cultivates the same way!