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When Demons climb out of the Abyss, wearing human skin, and walk among you and me— Power is never free. Its price can be quantified. Paid in memories. In flesh. In sanity. What will you give? How much will you pay? When the Blood Moon rises twice over the earth, Demons are born from human madness. Raphael was once the youngest agent of the Southern Federation. He was betrayed, hunted, and left to die by the D-Fraternity. But he did not die. He returned from hell after trading his memories and body. Signing a contract with Demons in exchange for power. Now, this city will be his hunting ground. And he swore— to send Demons back to hell.

Life is a clash of desires, of wants, of musts… What is good? What is evil? Is one who saves his sister in place of hundreds, evil? Is another who sacrifices his sister to save hundreds, good? Life is no idealistic fairytale. Unique, it so easily gives and takes opportunities. For me? Life had taken one, and given another— two lives. This was no longer earth. On Sanctum, the ‘Wheel of Fortune’ decides how we start, but not where we go. As I woke, I knew not who I was, where I was, nor where I came from… Even my name eluded me… Yet I did not care. I knew my purpose. To find her... To find the strength to protect her... To build a reputation she would embrace, as the hero she'd always envisioned... On the 22 floating islands of the Arcane, knowledge is one’s most powerful weapon, and at the same time, greatest vulnerability. The web of lies and deception spread far in this world, some even woven and hidden by the very gods. The abyssal mysteries— those who near them get swallowed within the endless fogs that speak tales of Sanctum’s inevitable doom. For the sake of the world, I envision. This won’t do… Dearest Nina… ___ Dearest Joseph… ******** THERE WILL BE ABSOLUTELY NO HAREM IN THIS NOVEL!! I actively despise it as it slows down the story for no reason and serves NO purpose other than self insert fantasy slop. If you're here for diabolical activities that make sense, a smart MC who isn't naive for the sake of plot, where everything has meaning, leads to things without downtime and empty chapters, a story not about just an OP MC self insert fantasy, character development and morality, a mysterious world and plot twists, you've come to the right place. AUTHOR NOTE: Hey, It's Drip again. You may know me from my work on The Great Demon System The first few chapters will be on earth, then it will transition into fantasy after where things will really pick up (before chapter 10). The MC will be very unique in the way he interacts and develops, things aren't always as they seem on the surface, so I hope you look forward to it :)) As is common with my novels, my MC is NOT a morally ideal person, but it all has meaning so be prepared, or excited! I've been really busy with university work lately and have been cooking this novel up. I feel like it'll be something special. ______ Tiktok: MobyDrip Discord: https://discord.gg/Ps7hXbEJRf

betrayal at zero hour

The empire encompassed endless twinkling stars, but in this dark and terrifying distant future, there were only endless wars. ...... Gu Hang became the governor of a wasteland planet, where previous governors had all been executed for failing to deliver the tithe on time. Monsters and Low Energy Storms rampaged, survivor factions schemed against each other, technological regression, low productivity, the resurgence of Evil Gods, Green Skin Orcs taking root and sprouting... "Don't panic just yet, let me check the panel below." [Military Tokens], [Heroes], [Technology], [Events]... Starting as the planetary governor, he would build fleets that traversed the Star Sea, suppressing all alien forms, heretics, traitors, and demons of chaos! Although I formed battle groups on my own, funded Battle Nuns, diverted the imperial tax, and disregarded deployment orders... I knew I was fiercely loyal! Traitors? This is clearly the Third Empire!

Lin Xuiyao has died once. When she opens her eyes, she finds herself back in 1966, at the beginning of a life she wants nothing to do with. She refuses to repeat it. When she finds an ancestral legacy, Xuiyao steps onto a path few mortals can ever perceive. Cultivation, the art of surviving heaven itself. As dangers come from both a mundane world and an unseen one, she must become stronger, faster, and ruthless. This time, she will not be cornered; she will not be prey. This time, she will cultivate. A Cultivator's True Path. ____________________________________________ Disclaimer The story begins in China in 1966 and continues into other worlds. It is not meant to be historically accurate. The novel contains violence, moral ambiguity, power struggles, and mature romantic themes, including dual cultivation. The relationships are created over time. The protagonist is not the traditional righteous hero/heroine. She will make choices that serve her purpose. Also, just so you know. Righteous cultivators aren't always that righteous.

Some people are destined to meet, even if one is in Heaven and the other in Hell. Rose Prison, the number one prison in the real world! Here are detained the world's top criminals, business elites, political giants, super hackers, and even nuclear weapons experts. What happens when such a group enters the Virtual World? Heroes' Prison, the number one prison in the Virtual World! Here are held the most legendary heroes and Magical Beasts, the Harbinger of Doomsday, the Remote Ancient Demon Emperor, the Troll Chieftain, bounty hunters, and even the mighty—Gods! How powerful would one be, carrying such a prison with them? In fact, the world itself is a prison, and to attain true freedom, one must change the world!

Rogers Darren is a smoker, drinker, liar, lothario, gold-digger, rule-breaker. At a brutal Marine HQ hearing, Darren faces accusations of scandalous wages, stolen Germa tech, suspicious Celestial Dragon deaths, and a few too many questionable entanglements with nobles-just another day for the greatest disgrace in Marine history. Biting his cigar, Darren simply grins: "I smoke, I drink, I lust for money and women, I crave power, I lie, and I break every rule... but I'm a damn good Marine." Silence fell like a dropped anchor. (￣□￣；) (ーー゛) (￣o￣) --- https://linktr.ee/Bellirys

AN: I decided to move this book over to the fanfic section, so it's been recreated to switch to that section. The City of Pangu was divided into three distinct areas: the Main Circle, where the ultra-elites of society thrived, the Inner Circle, where the elites resided, and the Outer Circle, where the commoners struggled to survive. Ah Mieu was born to a young brothel worker in the Inner Circle as part of a scheme by the Nine Desires Pavilion to entrap a young master from an Elite Clan, the Morong Clan. Enraged by the brothel's actions, the young master hunted down the young brothel worker to a secret hideout. In the aftermath, Ah Mieu was killed along with his mother while his older twin brother was taken away to become a servant. However, when the members of the Nine Desires Pavilion came to the hideout, they discovered that the baby in the dead mother's arms was still somehow alive. Surprised by this, they healed the child before checking his body upon where they found out he possessed two Divine Constitutions. The first was the rare Darkness Constitution, and as for the second, it left them reeling from shock and incredulity. *** Update Schedule: 2 Chapters every Saturday

Kael, a corporate strategist who lived by cutting throats metaphorically, finds himself in the brutal reality of Arrakis after waking up in the body of Morvani, a low-level spice smuggler. He is the host of the Sand Worm God System, an alien interface that views water as corruption and seeks to turn him into the living embodiment of the desert. As the Atreides fall and the Harkonnens reclaim Arrakis, Kael navigates the sands not as a hero, but as a rising predator. By building a smuggling empire, controlling "blood addicts" through spice, and learning to command the great Shai-Hulud, he prepares for the coming fire. He is gaining a god-like dominion over the silica and the sand, but with every kilometer of desert he claims, he feels his own humanity grinding away. The System: Sand Worm God Sand Resonance (SR): The measure of Kael's connection to silica. This allows him to sense grain movements and eventually "shape" the sand into physical barriers, weapons, or structures. Drought Aura (DA): A passive moisture-absorption field. Anything within range—including living beings—slowly begins to lose water to Kael, feeding his power while mummifying his enemies. Worm Sovereignty (WS): The ability to communicate with and eventually command the sandworms. It starts with sensing their movements ("Thumper Echo") and peaks with absolute control over the Great Makers. Human Retention (HR): A critical tracker of Kael's remaining empathy. Using his more "monstrous" desert powers (like "Parching Touch") or making cold-blooded sacrifices for efficiency causes his HR percentage to drop, moving him closer to a purely alien, god-like state.

Justin White loves mythical creatures, and he knows a lot about them. But he knows what people are thinking when he talks about them. They can't hide their pity or laughter. All he wants is to find people and a place that will appreciate his passion as he does. When he walks into an abandoned bookstore in search of a book on mythical creatures, he is catapulted into a new and mysterious world where he comes face to face with creatures he thought existed only in books. In a land where myth meets reality and magic is as common as paper, will Justin have the courage to not only save a kingdom, but also the princess who will one day rule? Or will he just go back to his life of reading books in the stacks?

Being the only person in his world who can see the Aurora Borealis phenomenon that constantly adorns the sky, Nathan never imagined that he would enter his own half-finished novel titled "Endless Cataclysm." Yet, he now inhabits the body of someone named Adrian Hale, without understanding why he exists there, as he never wrote such a character. Nevertheless, he enjoys his new life by pretending to be Adrian Hale and receiving love from his family. Until he finally realizes that the place he currently inhabits is destined to be destroyed without a single soul left alive. Destroyed by what? Killed by whom? Nathan does not know, because it was a Plot Hole in his novel that he left unresolved. But that is what is written in his novel, and it will inevitably happen in some form because the World of his novel will not remain idle, ignoring that Plot Hole or its logical flaws. He has witnessed firsthand how the world logically filled in all the deficiencies present in his novel when it became reality. So, what will the world create to rectify the Plot Hole of his death and the inevitable demise of millions of human lives? That is a threat he, as the author, had never anticipated before. His knowledge of the Plot is also useless because he is far removed from the Protagonist, from the main story of his novel. The only encounter between them would be if he manages to overcome that Threat, or if the Protagonist finds his corpse. Nathan is also continually startled by the world of his novel and the humans within it, who create things that surpass his imagination as its author. He is a powerless God, overwhelmed by his own creation that has transcended him. (The pacing is slow at the beginning due to the character development and workbuilding. If you want fast-paced action at the beginning, sorry, this isn't for you.)

"Son, what's your plan after middle school?" Such a plan had never crossed Ryomen Sukuna's mind. What did he want in life? What kind of mark does he want to leave in this world? His father always asked him this question whenever he could, though Sukuna always never had an answer no matter how hard he tried. "How about heroics, son?" Oh, maybe there is one now. (No harem, only Mina Ashido the pinky queen) (shit romance btw) (Yes, Sukuna has jjk Sukuna's powers, it's all in one quirk) (no system) (This is just a story where he beats up bad guys, gets the girl and aura farms, not thought out at all. Tons of cliche stuff in here) (I'll probably get MHA: Vigilantes in here later) (This was never supposed to be a deep dark story or something, and I never really was a good author so read at your own risk.)

Elio was an average person. Below average, even. He had no redeeming qualities, living alone in a small apartment in the city. He struggled to find money to survive and live his high school life. He was a loner with no friends, and the reason for that was... He believed that there were monsters who had the appearance of humans living amongst them, and those monsters killed humans and ate them. Unbeknownst to him, on the evening of a full-moon night, his life will change completely, and he will discover something about himself that he never realized before. That secret will make him the target of extremely strong individuals, ones who would do anything to take him. Even if that meant marrying him.

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He is unlike any other Slytherin. There is a saying in the Slytherin common room, "The little wizard who disobeys will be killed and then be eaten by the Night Stalker." Friend of the Shadows, the master of Assassination skills and weapons, the Night Stalker whom his enemies fear. The glory made him the pride of Slytherin. When the Dark Lord arrived, John emerged from the shadows, "Whoever comes, Whoever it is, I'll kill them. I'll kill them all !!!" With a Wand in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, he will give Death Eaters the hell they deserve! ________ Support and Read ahead at—> Patreon.com/Dragonel You can also directly support me financially by donating at:- paypal.me/Dragonel23 ________ John Wick wasn't exactly the Dark Lord... he was the one you sent to kill the f*cking Dark Lord. I saw him kill Voldemort when he was a teen... not by a spell.. but by stabbing his brain with a wand. Stabbing his brain with a f*cking wand! _____ This is a Translation. Original MTL: I wield a sword at Hogwarts

“Life is nothing but a cruel game… and we are its unwilling players.” — Ethan Heart --- After living a miserable life cornered from every direction, Ethan expected nothing good from the world anymore. He was a failure—good at nothing. A burden. Treated like human trash by society. And yet… he was exceptional at one thing. Games. That single talent earned him a name as the owner of one of the most prominent games streaming channels in the scene. Sheltered within his safe space as a gaming addict, Ethan never imagined his life would be turned upside down— The moment he became the first person in history to finish the impossible game… Ordeal. A dark Souls-like RPG with brutal, unforgiving difficulty and a living world that punished players for every mistake. “I saw the ending to the game no one was able to clear. But, when I came to my senses, I was inside of the game” The story of Ordeal was one of despair. The Apocalypse descended. And the Night Lord shattered the Light into fragments. The Curse of Night spread across the world, corrupting all living things—twisting them into grotesque abominations known as Night Walkers, monsters that ravaged everything in their path. In this ruined world, a select group of humans awakened powers resembling game systems. To survive, they must slay monsters, absorb souls, and grow stronger in a merciless world that devours the weak. --- Ethan became the final summoned player. Forced to walk through Ordeal once again— This time not as a gamer… But as a participant. He must reach the ending that none before him could attain. “No matter how impossible it seems… I will conquer this game...!” Armed with complete knowledge of the world’s secrets, the instincts of a veteran player .. And the forbidden pact he forged with a Devil .. Ethan begins his journey. --- Blessings obtained: [The Legendary Weapons Master] [Class Change at Will] [The Demon’s Body] [The Blood of the Old Gods] [Insight of the Wise Raven] [Aura of the Lord of Night] With the ability to forge weapons from the souls of those he kills .. each imbued with terrifying ash of war , Ethan becomes the Legendary Weapons Master. But every deal has a price. Each blessing he gained came with a curse. And now, his body is a vessel for darkness. Can Ethan achieve what no living being has ever accomplished? Or will he become just another soul swallowed by the Night? --- Tags: #Evolution #System #NoHarem ... discord: https://discord.gg/uNrXRgS3Xb

The story follows the adventure of the 12th Unit.

Time always moves forward in war. No one knows who the winner is until the end of the battle; You never know until the other side is exterminated or surrenders. In a world of heroes, a Demon King has been summoned. Is it possible that this Demon King can change the destiny of all the kings who have ever fought and lost in this eternal battle against the heroes? Will it be different or will it be the same? Will he protect the world as always or change his course? The gods stand to watch, for the game has just begun and the dice fall on the table of destiny. The result will be what defines this new beginning.

Wade was content being a young biologist – until a freak accident drops him into the magical world of Harry Potter! Waking up as an eleven-year-old in Grindelwald’s tumultuous era, Wade discovers he’s got a bizarre new companion: a “Good Deed System” that rewards him for acts of kindness and heroism. The catch? To cash in the system’s ultimate prize, Wade must claim the title of Dark Lord! What the Fck does that even mean...?(⓿_⓿) Now this accidental transmigrator is caught between light and dark, attending Hogwarts alongside a pesky kid named Tom Riddle (who ends up as his unamused sidekick). Dumbledore thinks he’s a selfless saint, Grindelwald swears he’s a born schemer, and young Tom is just trying to figure out why his “mentor” isn’t acting like a proper villain at all. ... You can support the translation and read two weeks/12 chs ahead of WN at my P^treon:- Patreon.com/Captain69

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.