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[True to its genre: a creepy, rule-based horror story, highly refined and quality assured, but prospective readers seeking a thrilling experience should think carefully before proceeding.] In order to secure a substantial university life experience grant, Lin Yi and his roommate registered to attend a suburban university. A seemingly ordinary but slightly unsettling set of student regulations; Strange signs in front of the buildings and seemingly normal building rules; Mysterious figures threading through the campus under abnormal weather conditions… As the experience unfolded, more and more bizarre people and events emerged. To survive and leave the campus, Lin Yi had to navigate on the edge of the rules… [Note: The logical chain of this book was deduced by the author before it was written, forming a closed loop. All rules serve as clues, and all the inconsistent, mysterious occurrences will receive scientific (or quasi-scientific) explanations. There are no supernatural events or related phenomena (just kidding), you are welcome to try reading it!]

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!

A peaceful night turns into a living nightmare. A child begins to act strangely. Screams erupt. A body moves beyond control. And something crawls along the ceiling of the house, waiting for its prey. Elsewhere, a man named Edward has just discovered that this case… does not belong to the human world.

If you have talent, you will be called a genius or even a prodigy... But how about hard work? He was never talented. No gift, no destiny, no sect that wanted him. Only a sword, a stubborn will, and years of bleeding in silence while others soared past him with ease. They mocked him. They looked down on him. They called him talentless trash not worth the ground he stood on. He destroyed a sect anyway. In his final moments, surrounded by enemies, stabbed from the front and the back, betrayed by someone he trusted — He did not beg. He did not surrender. He laughed, raised his blade one last time, and carved his name into history with a single slash that split both a man and a mountain in half. They would remember him as the Mad Demon Blade. But history is written by the living, and the righteous never forgave what he had done. Now reborn in a small forgotten village with nothing but the memories of a life spent being stepped on, He opens his eyes to a second chance. Not for revenge. Not for glory. Not to prove anything to the world. But because he simply refuses to kneel again. In a world where talent determines your worth, your future, and even your right to be respected — one stubborn, bloodied, ordinary man will walk a path paved by nothing but sheer will and the endless repetition of a single swing. Because the blade does not care about your bloodline. It does not care about your destiny. It only cares about one thing. How many times you swung it.

Rain stopped counting after the first thousand years. What's the point? Time doesn't move forward when you're immortal. It just piles up. He tried everything. Thrown himself into volcanoes. Stood at ground zero of asteroid impacts. Let plagues ravage his body. Let bombs tear him apart. Nothing worked. Then the nightmare came. While the world’s governments panicked, he smiled alone, eager to face the unknown. There, he learned a brutal and simple truth: a strong frog in a small pond is still just a frog. *** *** *** Authors Note: Try the free chapter first. I’m super confident you will like it. In fact, you would regret not giving it a chance.

Growing up in the outskirts of the Dream Realm, Corvin strived to create a better life for his sister. When the Nightmare Spell became the only option, he took it. Transported into an ancient corrupt world, he found himself walking a road toward something that should not exist, fighting to keep alive a girl already claimed by fate. What he could not have anticipated was that saving her would cost him something no power in the world was meant to touch — his soul. This is a fanfiction set within the universe of Shadow Slave, written by GuiltyThree. All power systems, cosmological lore, and established mechanics belong entirely to him. Only the characters, story, and original worldbuilding are my own.

He’s in the deepest part of Jianghu. Keep your eyes wide open. If you do not wish to get dragged into the abyss. Associated Names 사신표월 P.S. I am not the original author and translator of this novel.So if the real author wants me to delete this then do message me.

Samael Ashbourne has spent his life in isolation, deep in the mountains alongside his grandfather—a former warrior who turned his back on the world after a tragedy no one dares to speak of. Even far from civilization, Samael's raw talent could not be hidden. Born with an immense reserve of spiritual energy and an extraordinary gift for magic, he was, by any measure, a prodigy. But talent means nothing when the world decides to break you. Everything changed the day a powerful enemy emerged from the shadows. Samael survived—barely—thanks to his grandfather's intervention. But the cost was absolute. His spiritual energy core was destroyed, severed forever from the source of all magic. In a world where power defines a person's worth, losing spiritual energy is not just a defeat. It is an annihilation. Overnight, Samael went from being a boy destined for greatness to a ghost—useless, powerless, forgotten. But his story did not end there. Forced to rebuild himself from nothing, Samael turned to the only thing still within his reach: his own body. Through relentless training, through pain and silence, he carved a new kind of strength—one born not of magic, but of will. Yet strength alone is never enough. Hunted by those who wish to erase every trace of his existence—and every hope of his happiness—Samael embarks on a dangerous journey across the world alongside his grandfather. Together, they walk through lands of both breathtaking beauty and unspeakable cruelty, facing beasts, memories, and the ghosts of the past. Because when the ashes fall, not everyone dies. Some are reborn.

Back in 1960s Hollywood, Connor Hauser woke up to find himself a wounded vet lying in a hospital bed. To continue being a soldier was impossible… Afterwards, he witnessed the rise of the New Wave of Hollywood, when America's entertainment industry began to dominate around the world and the Blockbuster were barely invented. The vortex of desire for money and power, the close relationship between Hollywood, Wall Street and Washington... Most importantly the 1960s was full of beauties and money! Follow the director/media mogul path, he will invest in Media, Theme Parks and Videogames.

The sky bled. The world changed. And the weak were meant to die. Melvin was sixteen years old when Spatial Tears shattered reality, gifting humanity power – and condemning those without it. While others awakened and rose, Melvin was kicked aside, hunted, and nearly erased. Saved by a girl and driven by guilt, he steps into a brutal guild system that feeds the powerless to monsters. When betrayal finally claims his life, fate twists once more. He got rejected by death… or so it seemed. And the weakest survivor is offered dominion through regression. Given the opportunity to become a Primordial, Melvin was going to begin his ascent with resolve and a will that refuses extinction. But… just but… After his regression, there was an unexpected restart. A mysterious change. Hey, join me to read this story and find out more about Melvin and his adventures.

In a world ruled by a merciless system, strength is not admired — it is required. Aron was weak. Ayesha, the woman who protected him, was not. When the world demanded her life, Aron was left with only her final will… and a power that should never have existed. Cursed by an anomalous system, Aron heals through life itself, devours power without mercy, and walks a path the gods never intended. This is not a hero’s story. It is the legacy of a protector, inherited through blood, will… and devouring.

"Special Admission, Rank 1." That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago. Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school? I was arrogant. I was foolish. And I paid the price. It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god. Broken and desperate, I used my last asset: a golden letter granting me entry to Zenith Imperial Academy as "Special Admission Rank 1." It’s a lie. I’m not a prodigy. I’m a fraud with no foundation, surrounded by the strongest heirs in the Empire who want to see me bleed. I can’t cast their spells. I can’t hold their weapons. But I can steal their lives. My Authority is [Usurper]. While they study theory, I steal reflexes. While they practice honor, I copy trauma. I am not here to learn. I am here to hunt. My targets are the "Four Calamities"—four women who hold powers strong enough to rewrite reality. They think I’m their peer. They don’t know I’m the parasite waiting to hollow them out. I’m going to make them mine. Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

Through trials of quiet endurance and unexpected burdens, Imuru once simply Ko finds himself pulled from a life of small comforts into the reluctant mantle of Great Demon Lord. What begins as loyalty to his fierce, red-haired companion Koshi spirals into guardianship of a fractured world: a dying Celestial Lake entrusted to his uncertain hands, a forest scarred by old wars, and a growing circle of followers who see in him something he cannot yet see in himself. He never sought divinity, nor power, nor even leadership. He wanted tea on the porch, Forcent’s warm fur against his side, lazy afternoons watching the village tavern come alive with laughter and stories. But the world refuses to let him remain small. Ancient guardians pass on their final duties. Dark Deviders kneel in fierce, chaotic devotion. Orcs arrive with invitations laced with ambition. Mutated horrors rise from crystal depths below. And every reluctant “yes” he gives to protect a promise, to shield a friend, to keep one more person from breaking, draws more eyes, more expectations, more danger. What to expect: Great Demon Lord is a mature, slow-burn progression fantasy that explores themes of unwanted responsibility, the cost of loyalty, healing through found family, quiet strength in a loud world, and the struggle to remain human (or humane) when everyone insists you become a legend.

The countless worlds. The countless stars. The countless realms. The countless powerful beings. …All destroyed. What remained were only three worlds. Even these worlds will not last forever. They have already begun to turn to ash. In one of these worlds, Hei Qin, a ghost cultivator, escaped from his evil sect. He didn’t choose this path, but he would not follow it any longer. He holds no great ambition… …All he wants is to travel the world before he dies. Follow the journey of Hei Qin as he explores new lands and meets people who will shape who he becomes.

Challengers. While the Awakened are pampered by the system’s conveniences, Challengers die thousands of times to clear a single floor of the Tower. Pure lunatics. They rejected the Awakening and its comforts for one simple reason—satisfaction. It’s only natural to want to beat a game of hellish difficulty—even if it has become reality.  Always advancing. Even if they die a thousand deaths, figuring out how to clear the floor is everything. Every floor is different. Rules. Scenarios. No two are the same. And the challenge is always solitary. Groups? Groups are for the weak. Challengers are built differently. Kittens inside the tower, but lions outside of it. Lucca is one of them. 1,238 attempts—his reward for completing the tutorial? A few attribute points.  The faster the completion, the better the reward. --- "What should I try this time?" Smiling, Lucca spoke as he brought his hands together... "Field." "Space." "Reach." His pinkies touched. Ring, middle, and index fingers overlapped, and finally, his thumbs curved upward.  The seal was complete. The Sanskrit symbols glowed. Change. Rule. Me. And his enemies never even touched him... --- What was his rank on the third floor? Spoiler—it wasn't 1st.

No NTR. No Yuri. Harem. One day, Nolan wakes up in a world where women rule, and men are meant to obey. Here, magic decides everything: authority, desire, and status. And since only women can wield magic, they command society… and those beneath them. Nolan refuses to accept that fate, as he awakens the Alpha System. For the first time, women who were born dominant feel something unfamiliar...helplessness. And something far more dangerous. As their control fails, a burning desire awakens. In a world where women never had to yield, they finally find themselves able, and willing, to submit to a true man. In this woman’s world, only one alpha exists.

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Just One Puff is a neon-fantasy adventure about chasing freedom in a world that runs on crowns, coins, and clouds of smoke. Oscar, a streetwise dark elf with a dream of making his name in the green trade, wants nothing more than to sell good weed, smoke in peace, and drift from city to city collecting stories and scars like souvenirs. His plans go sideways the night he crosses paths with Stephanie, a runaway princess desperate to escape a gilded cage and a future written by royal ink. Together, they tumble into a glowing underworld of black markets, turf laws, rival syndicates, and kingdoms that don’t like their rules being broken. Between late-night blunts, close calls, and unexpected bonds, their journey becomes more than a hustle or a getaway—it becomes a search for what freedom really means, because in their world, sometimes just one puff can change everything.

A regular salaryman dies, only to awaken as something inhuman. A monster? An eldritch being? No. Worse, or perhaps greater. An NPC of Nazarick. Reborn as Tawil, the Guardian of Knowledge, he resides within the hidden Vault of Wisdom on the 8th Floor, a place shrouded in mystery, where even Nazarick’s secrets seem to gather and breathe. Bound by the system, yet haunted by the remnants of a human mind, Tawil stands between obedience and awareness. In this abyss that feels more like paradise, he begins to observe, to learn, and perhaps, to quietly defy. For in a world where even gods are players, what does it mean to be a creation that knows too much?

WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND SEXUAL CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS UNDER +18 *** They took turns with his wife and his daughter hung from the rafters while he watched, bound and burning alive. The fire consumed him and when his screams finally stopped, something older than pain answered. The primordial blood that had fused with his own awoke and ignited. They call it an Abysswalker, a human whose blood has been forever changed by a primordial creature's living essence. Governments hunt him, people fear him. The world that took everything from him has no idea what it has awakened. Silver Ash doesn't want to survive. He wants to burn it all down. ***