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"In a world where Hunters are gods, Aryan was a ghost. An F-Rank porter with zero potential. Until the Void whispered back. [System Initializing...] [Class: Void Walker (Unique) unlocked.] Now, he doesn't just clear dungeons; he erases them. No guilds, no allies, just one man balancing the scales of the universe. Watch me level up... alone."

Di suatu kehidupan di bumi, pada tahun 2026. Seorang anak lahir di bumi tanpa perintah yang kini sudah menginjak usia 18 tahun. Ia adalah Ace, seorang pemuda tinggal di Jepang yang memegang teguh kebenaran dengan kekuatan ilahi miliknya. Diiringi juga oleh kekuatan yang menyebar di beberapa negara dengan konflik-konflik yang masih misterius penyebabnya. Hal tersebut membuat Ace semakin terkena tekanan yang besar dari dalam maupun dari luar yang membuat integritas Ace tergoyahkan. Akankah Ace bertahan untuk hidupnya, demi kebaikan?

What would happen if someday, someone gave humans the opportunity to have the power of the legends? Total Chaos! That's the answer to that, people started killing, r*ping, extorting and torturing, to become the strongest. In such a world, a nerd like Eric became one of the strongest. With the resolve of a better life for his family, his loved ones, he managed to flip his destiny around, and become the strongest, and built his Empire. He went so far, that he was close to ascending to the Immortal World, that world of dreams. His story looks like one of a fairytale, but a fairytale it's not. Just as he was about to ascend, he was betrayed and killed, by his closest friends, and his half-brother. At the death's door, he learned about his brother's atrocities, but his time had finished. If only he had another chance! If only he could have another shot at life! He would definitely live differently! But could he!? . . . At that moment his soul was transferred into a black space!

In a world full of superheroes, supervillains, mutants, inhumans, sorcerers, gods, demons, and cosmic entities, a new power was born. A power representing the Chakra Kurama, the Lord of the Naruto Dimension, holding the almighty power of Chakra, creates tremors in the Marvel Universe. Adam, the Jinchuriki of Kurama, spreads the Chakra, just like the Sage of Six Paths, changing the power scaling of the Marvel Universe. When natives of the Marvel Universe taste the power of Chakra, can they change their fate? And, how would they react when they realize this was the power of a mutant all along? .............................. The plot of the story will follow the MCU timeline, with different plots added from comics. I have not read comics, so if you find any problem, please do not take it on me. Disclaimer! The cover and the characters, except for the MC related belong to Marvel Comics, by extension, Disney Studios. If you are the owner of the cover, you can ask me to remove it from the comments or review. If you enjoy this book, do not forget to leave a review and comments! Support this book with Powerstones to reach the number one in the ranking. If you like this series, you can check out my Patreon. Link: patreon.com/EvilParagon

Transmigrating into a Yuri-themed Xianxia world, Ye Anping found himself as an unnamed cannon fodder with poor cultivation aptitude, a cannon fodder who is destined to meet a tragic end at the hands of a minor antagonist when he was fifteen. Ye Anping felt a sense of despair. Fortunately, he was only four years old now, and by his side was a junior sister with exceptional aptitude. Ten years later, the junior sister had grown up, becoming not only more beautiful but also stronger, and she caught the attention of the dashing female protagonist. Then, instead of going with the protagonist, his junior sister pin him down to the ground instead, and began to strip. Ye Anping: "Junior Sister, I am your senior brother, you-"

A newborn goblin opens his eyes for the first time, and instead of an empty mind, consciousness presents itself to the world. The baby possesses memories and thoughts far beyond what is possible, and he realizes with shock that he has been reborn. As he struggles to comprehend his surroundings, fragments of his former life resurface. He remembers a goddess telling him that this world is the setting for her latest novel: a brutal fantasy where goblins are among the weakest beings, hunted, exploited, and used as expendable tools by stronger races. As he grasps the truth and glimpses his own green skin, despair overwhelms him. Far from receiving a heroic second chance, he has awakened at the very bottom of the world's hierarchy, facing a future defined by cruelty, survival, and fear.

【WebNovel Spirity Awards 2026 Entry】 The Integration gave everyone a Class. Mio got F-Grade Healer—the weakest, most useless support in existence. Three months later, her party left her to die in an incursion so they could walk out alive. She survived. They didn't. And the thing that saved her is eating her from the inside out. Now Mio is the fourth Biomancer—a Class that has killed every previous holder. She has a debt she can't stop paying, a hunger she can't control, and an eleven-year-old sister who's watching her become something unrecognizable. The Bureau wants to use her. The Vestiges want to own her. And the clock is always ticking. She promised Nana she'd come home. She never promised she'd still be human when she did.

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those sharp, unmerciful eyes said to carry the scent of blood. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of his embrace.

The hero and his party have defeated the Demon King and brought an era of "peace" to the world. This story follows a powerful demon who, instead of standing beside the Demon King in the final battle against the Hero, chose to steal a treasure from the Demon King’s vault. A relic that allows him to pass as human. With the demon king’s demise, he seizes the opportunity to live in the human realm and called it retirement. However, his plans weren’t going well. “In honor of defeating the last demon lord in the world, I give you all these lands and the right to marry my daughter.” – the duke. “Can I live in your city?” – the hero. “Will you marry me?” – the goddess. This gripping fantasy delivers intense action, clever strategy, and deep character development.

I was the Lead Architect of Zenith Online, the most unforgiving dark fantasy game ever made. I wrote the history. I designed the disasters. I coded the permadeath. Then, I woke up inside it. Not as a hero, and not as a knight. I woke up as a starving woodchopper, freezing to death in a servant's shed. No save files. No logout button. Just a brutal reality where the cold kills as fast as the monsters. But I didn't come empty-handed. I brought my Developer’s Debug Tool. While others see a frail laborer, I see code waiting to be rewritten. Starving? I Optimized my digestive system. Now, I can consume raw fat, spoiled meat, and toxins to fuel my stats. Frail? I Optimized my bone density. Now, my skin is harder than iron, and my skeleton can bear the weight of a monolith. Weak? I Optimized my muscle memory. Instantly downloading centuries of combat techniques to slaughter enemies ten times my size. I know where every hidden legendary item is buried. I know exactly when the apocalyptic will fall. And I know the weakness of every boss, because I designed them. The world thinks I’m just disposable labor. I am the only Admin in this hell. And I will optimize my way to the top of the food chain.

When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked—not with grief, but with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the secret descendant of the celestial Queen of Woewyn, a realm where memory, time, and spirit intertwine. Raised on Earth by a mother who lied to save his life, Damon is burdened by a forbidden power that literally bends light and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring onto Earth, some disguised as humans, Chronisouls— some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that burns him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the fragile human he was trying to be.

Eren Kai was meant to die quietly. Labeled a traitor overnight, abandoned by the woman he loved, hunted by the woman he had trusted, and formally sentenced to death, he was delivered to his execution. As the blade fell, an ancient power answered— devouring sin. To resurrect the woman he loved. To tear down those who condemned him. He must willingly descend into the abyss prepared in his name. He is pulled into a hidden war where calamities wear human skin, ancient demons masquerade as gods, and entire bloodlines are erased to preserve a fragile balance. Each enemy he devours makes him stronger. Each sin consumed strips away something human. In a world that feeds on guilt and blood, the man who devours sin may not rise as a hero— but as the final judgment.

“Remind me again. Why does any of this make sense?” Andrew asked as he watched the event horizon of the black hole form in the distance. Talen, standing beside him, merely shrugged in response. _____ A single decision would reshape Andrew’s life, and the lives of countless others. They were ordinary people living ordinary lives, right up until they weren’t. Whether what followed was a blessing or a dark turn depended on who you asked. What began as a sudden awakening of abilities quickly unravelled into something far greater. A weave had been set in motion, threads tightening around the world. It was no longer about powers. Not really. Caught in an upheaval that promised nothing good, Andrew began uncovering secrets the shadows had kept hidden for eons. On his misadventures, he would encounter entities beyond comprehension: false gods and Seraphim, Whispers and Immortals, Apostles and things with no names at all. Through them, Andrew learned an unsettling truth: the world he had known was never the whole story, only a carefully maintained façade. The deeper he dug, the more secrets surfaced. And with every truth came a cost—cosmic corruption, creeping madness, and whispers that refused to fade. Once just an ordinary guy plagued by voices in his head, Andrew soon found himself entangled in the affairs of cosmic beings: feuds that had burned for eons, lovers long forgotten, and friendships forged in nightmares. Just a guy... destined to become the man who would one day do what needed to be done.

!~~~WSA 2026~~~! "A teachable moment. The fragility of life doesn’t care what you want, only what you can do. SkillSense simply shows you the truth of yourself, of what you are, and what you can become. And the truth, little one, is rarely kind." ——————————————————— This is the story of one man's Ascension to godhood and beyond. Magnus Barlowe: Cult Leader? He'd wish it wasn't so. But when he plays an obscure game and is the first ever person to complete it, he's rewarded, or punished, with the most unexpected skill. In this world, skills are managed and recorded through technology known as SkillSense, and the people of the world place a hierarchy on those with skills. Meaning: The higher your skills, the more people respect you. But the skill Magnus just earned, SSS-Rank Cult Management, is not only two levels above the max S-Rank, but is also a restricted and mostly unknown skill to the world. What has the world got in store for this reluctant man? Will he deny his destiny, or jump into the path of being a cult leader and not look back? Follow Magnus along his journey through the occult in this tale of mysteries! ——————————————————— Author's Notes: As you may know, I'm also the author of Reborn with a Necromancer System, which has been a blast to write, Fractured Horizon, a slightly futuristic fantasy/sci-fi novel about mutated human monsters and psychics that battle them (currently on hiatus to focus on my other novels and my life). I also wrote My Undeath, a reincarnation novel set in a fantasy world. It wasn't my best work, but I loved writing the story, and I may get back to it one day. ——————————————————— Disclaimers/FAQ: 1. This story is set in a modern alternate Earth, where there is a technology that reads your best skills and reveals them to you. This is not a system novel, instead, the "system" is just a mathematical analysis of your skills that everyone has access to. But the MC is guided (not very gently sometimes) by the social media system known as SkillSphere occasionally. He is not a slave to it, but reluctantly follows it's suggestions for one reason or another. 2. There are no plans for a harem, or for multiple lovers over the course of the novel. The MC is a loyal, stick-to-one-person-at-a-time kind of guy. But don't worry, we won't suddenly see Magnus shift his entire personality just because he likes someone. He is who he is, and of course may change over a couple thousand chapters, but not in an instant. 3. This is not a cultivation novel, even if it has cult in its name. 4. Yes, the images and cover art in this novel are currently generated with A.I. This in no way impacts my writing, and if enough money is made from this novel, I plan to commission professional art for the title, characters, and some world building images. ——————————————————— Inspiration: The Steam game Cultist Simulator, was actually something of an inspiration for this novel. I played several dozens of hours, but always felt it needed something. I started working on a 3D alternate version of the video game to make it better, but it suddenly hit me that I could write a novel about a cult leader instead. I've watched and read several pieces of fiction with cults in them (quite difficult to find, honestly), and they usually grab my attention pretty well, and so here I am. ——————————————————— Support me, the Author: Please use coins/stones/golden tickets, or review my novel! And if you're feeling extra benevolent and want to help me turn writing into my full-time job so you can all read more from me, please share my novel or send me gifts with coins. Everything helps, and I can spend more time writing more chapters for you all to binge! If I were to win WSA 2026, you'd have me writing full-time for an entire year. Wish me luck!

Synopsis : Reincarnated into the world of Dragon Ball, a man awakens as an ordinary human, with no special lineage or talent for ki. In a universe ruled by brute force, he chooses to walk a different path. Gifted with an exceptional mind, he begins to explore the limits of science, technology, and logic in a world where everything seems to be solved with fists. How far can a human truly go? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my second fanfic. If readers have any tips or suggestions, feel free to leave a comment. :D

Due to his own carelessness, Duanmu Huai transmigrated into the world of the game "Star Sea Online." Starting from a small core cabin, Duanmu Huai traversed the star sea, journeying to countless worlds, awakening long-dormant powers, confronting threats hidden deep within the universe, and dominating the star river! The MC is Profesional racist, if you know W40K then you know what is Inquisition.

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image

Cover is «BALALAIKA'S MOTHER». What started as an everyday morning, turned into the catalyst that sent Vurckair Vecturion to a different location. Forced to face an alternative version of Himself, losing his way back to his original world, and sent to a new one. «Loutharn», foreign to him in many levels, because is a place where Magic and Monsters from the Enclosed Amalgams reign supreme, dominating and decimatingin the local population with brutal savagery, mercilessly invading the World, and it's Counterpart along many others. «Clamour». Is one of the remaining bastions of the Zaggrioth Meritocracy. An old City that has been maintained afloat solely with the powerful and insightful management of the Aristocratic Houses. Along the Bourgeois and Royals of other Nations, Kingdoms and Empires. However, the Enclosed Amalgams can always mutate into something far worse, the «Deformed Amalgamations». Aberrations capable of Hybridizing the environments of different worlds, as well as transmuting horrendous hideous creatures into chimeric beasts that defy logic and reason, wrecking apart countless worlds, causing the remnants of these planets to reach other celestial bodies, perpetuating an unstoppable cycle of annihilation, restoration, uncertainty, chaos, and damnation… DISCLAIMER: English is not my first language, if i made a mistake, point it out for me to correct it as soon as possible. I'll appreciate the feedback. I don't have Discord. Read All Free Chapters. (+100,000 Before Premium) Check Character Section. Characters in the cover can change upon suggestion. Tags in some Chapter's Titles: (Spiked): Less than 15% is Smut. (Spicy): Around 30% of content is Smut. (Spicy Plus): 55% is Smut. (+18): 80% or more is straight Smut. (Part): Arch, or Character Emphasis. (Final): Arch ended, or a Character has experienced a meaningful change.

"Magic is not a miracle. It is a language. And you are pronouncing it wrong." I incarnated into this frail human vessel for a simple purpose: Observation. ​It was a miscalculation. ​I woke up in a dystopia where "Mages" have forgotten the true nature of power. They treat the 70 Names of the Creation like blunt instruments. They are stuck in the Circle of Concepts, drawing shapes in the dirt, unaware that the Sphere of Gods even exist. ​Now, I am trapped in a mortal body that burns calories like a furnace every time I speak a Truth. ​The Magic: While they struggle with simple shapes, I calculate with infinite precision. I don't cast spells; I define reality. ​The Progression: The world has lost the path to the Sphere of Gods. I am the only one who remembers the way back up. ​The Burden: I accidentally acquired a traumatized child soldier as my "Luggage." I keep him around solely because he is the only thing that soothes my divine headache. ​Armed with nothing but a cheap suit, a fountain pen, and a perfect understanding of the world, I am going to teach them a lesson. ​"The Universe was built on 70 Names. You only remember 69."

Rain dripped from the Paris rooftops like the city itself was crying. Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked with her hood pulled low, black sleeves hiding hands that shook from exhaustion. The streets were nearly empty—too late for tourists, too early for morning. This was the hour she preferred. No smiles to fake. No expectations to meet. Saving Paris was supposed to feel heroic. Tonight, it just felt heavy. Her earrings rested cold against her skin, a reminder of the mask she wore every day. Shadybug. The symbol of hope. The lie she kept alive while everything inside her slowly broke apart. She turned down a narrow alley, hoping the darkness would swallow her thoughts. A boy slumped against the brick wall, knees pulled to his chest, soaked through. His hair hung messily over his eyes, clothes torn and dirty like he’d been dragged through the night itself. A small duffel bag lay open beside him, empty—as if whatever life he had left was already gone. He looked… abandoned. Emo Marinette froze. She should have walked away. Paris wasn’t kind to heroes who lingered too long. But something in her chest twisted painfully. Because she knew that posture. The way his shoulders curved inward, like he was trying to disappear. She stepped closer. “Hey,” she said quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the rain. “Are you… alive?” The boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dull—not frightened, not angry—just empty. Like someone who’d already accepted that nothing good was coming. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.” That answer hit harder than it should have. Emo Marinette crouched a few feet away, careful not to scare him. “You shouldn’t sleep here. It’s dangerous.” He let out a weak laugh. “So is everywhere else.” Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The city hummed in the distance, uncaring. “What’s your name?” she asked. “…Jaden.” She nodded. “I’m Marinette.” He didn’t look impressed. Didn’t look relieved either. Just nodded like names didn’t matter anymore. “Did someone hurt you?” Jaden glanced away. “Dropped me off. Said I’d ‘figure it out.’” His fingers clenched around nothing. “Guess this is me figuring it out.” I tagged this book, come and support me with a thumbs up! https://youtube.com/@nekovyn?si=PH_n2FC-fL5s6R9B Extra chapter 7 powerstone - 1 chapter 77 powerstone - 1 chapter 777 powerstone - 1 chapter Extra chapter per day follower on Youtube 7 follower - 1 chapter 77 follower - 1 chapter 777 follower - 1 chapter