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My first time writing a novel. Give it a try an let me know what your thoughts ———— Zack, an ordinary man from Earth, suddenly finds himself transported to a fantasy world. But instead of becoming a hero burdened with saving kingdoms or defeating demon lords, he gains something far more interesting: a Universal Shop System. With this mysterious system, Zack can purchase almost anything imaginable—rare items, powerful bloodlines, cultivation techniques, and even loyal summons. What should have been a dangerous new life quickly turns into an unexpected opportunity for comfort, adventure, and fun. Rather than chasing glory, Zack chooses to enjoy his second life at his own pace. He travels, explores new places, meets beautiful and interesting women, and slowly builds a peaceful yet exciting life in this strange world. Along the way, his shop system helps him grow stronger, solve problems, and gather companions, all while keeping life lighthearted and entertaining. In a world of magic and endless possibilities, Zack isn’t trying to become a legend—he just wants to live well, enjoy every moment, and make the most of his fantasy life.

Reborn in modern Tokyo, Kuroha Akira comes back with exactly zero cheat abilities, zero morals, and zero motivation. His life goal is simple and noble: lie flat forever. Unfortunately, lying flat costs money—and working? Absolutely not. Since no elegant, rich onee-san is lining up to keep him, Akira pivots to a more long-term investment strategy: Find future rich girls. Raise them. Optimize favorability. Cash out dividends later. Think of it as angel investing—except the startups are people, the currency is affection, and the exit strategy is becoming a full-time kept man. This is Akira’s personal life hack: “Favorability is just an emotional stock market.” As long as he can manipulate emotional trends, hedge risks across multiple “portfolios,” and prevent any single relationship from crashing the whole system… A life of being financially supported until death is statistically achievable. Our slogan: “Lie flat. Rot slowly. Let someone else pay the bills.” *** But reality, as always, drops an unexpected patch update. Breaking News: The long-missing legendary entrepreneur and investor Kuroha Akira has been rescued after years of captivity. The prime suspects? Several women he maintained “complicated emotional positions” with during his high school era. Footage from the rescue scene captures Akira muttering in disbelief: “Why… I drained so much money… …and her favorability went up instead of crashing?!” *** His life ultimately proves two immutable truths: Emotional markets are more volatile than crypto. Being a kept man always comes with hidden costs. *** Disclaimer: Yes, this is a harem story. No, these heroines are not mentally normal. Proceed at your own emotional risk. https://patreon.com/BlackZetsu?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

They were never meant to love him. They were meant to destroy him. In a cultivation world ruled by sect politics, imperial bloodlines, and demonic conspiracies, Lin Tianren begins as nothing more than a stepping stone in other people’s schemes. The Mayor’s cold, calculating daughter sees him as a pawn. The Imperial Princess considers him unworthy of her flame. The Demon Saintess was raised to manipulate and consume men like him. The Sword Genius views him as weak. The Beast Queen trusts only nature. The Fallen Angel Judge watches him as a mere subject of fate. Each woman powerful. Each woman dangerous. Each woman standing on the opposite side of him. But Lin Tianren does not retreat. With every battle, every cultivation breakthrough, every near-death encounter, he forces the world to acknowledge him. Not through arrogance. Not through blind lust. But through growth. Step by step, enemies begin to hesitate. Hesitation becomes respect. Respect becomes trust. And trust… becomes something far deeper. Yet this is not a simple romance. Demon Sects move in the shadows. Imperial politics demand blood. Heavenly laws observe in silence. And time itself is running out. To protect what he builds, Lin Tianren must rise beyond mortal limits. He must turn rival queens into empresses. He must transform hostility into alliance. He must conquer not just hearts… but the cultivation world itself. In a story of power, strategy, passion, and ascension— Enemies will kneel. Villainesses will rise. And a Sovereign will be born.

This Is A World Different From Earth Called Hidden Beast Planet Where Male Is Can Make A Contact With Female Who Is Transform Into Beast Fight Against Demon Beast From Ancient Time

Adam was having a great time camping in the woods with his girlfriend until they were suddenly attacked. During the attack, his girlfriend was shot while he was thrown from a cliff. Unconscious and on the verge of death, an android appeared before taking him to a place ship, Spector, which healed him up. Now this Spector wants him to be its operator, so that they can leave Earth. But before that, he needs to settle the grudge he has against those who attacked him and killed his girlfriend. Armed with advanced technology, Adam hunts them down before heading out to explore the universe. Strangely, though, he has to do all this and more while livestreaming to the whole universe. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Release Schedule: Daily. This story is also available on RoyalRoad, Webnovel and Patreon. Access 40+ chapters on Patreon.com/Sweeps083 ------------------------------------------------------------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/D2FWBPA3yc ------------------------------------------------------------------- I plan to use the usernames of readers who leave comments as some of the livestream viewers in the novel, so if you want to be included, leave a comment. Also, add what planet you would like to be from and if you would rather your viewer be pro MC or against the MC, or maybe you just want to see the universe burn. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Regardless of space years, temporal incidents, appearances, and mentality, all individuals in this story are over 18+. Sexual content, while not the primary focus of this novel, is a part of it. The warnings listed below are in the chapter titles that have sexual content. * = Minor sexual content. ** = Around 1/2 of the chapter has sexual content. *** = Over 3/4 of the chapter has sexual content. This novel also contains Yuri elements.

He was born into a house where succession is earned in blood, not birthright. In the Empire’s most feared Duchy, children are forged into weapons. Mana Hearts measure worth. Strength determines inheritance. Among prodigies and monsters, one son stood beneath them all — mana-less, book-bound, dismissed. Until exile reshaped him. Sent to a hidden forest manor to “toughen or break,” he endured brutal training that shattered his weak body and rebuilt it into iron. In one month he awakened his first Mana Heart. Then another. Instead of rushing to higher levels like the other heirs, he expanded his capacity — learning to endure longer, stand firmer, think colder. He lost hundreds of times before winning once. And when he did win, it was not through overwhelming force — but through calculation. Beyond the estate, he entered the underworld. In a lawless border city, he confronted the queen of spies and negotiated secrets older than the Empire. Through her, he learned of a Dragon Orb — a relic that opens passage into the sealed realm of dragons, beings who withdrew from humanity two centuries ago after betrayal. He did not seek the Orb for treasure. He sought it for leverage. On the road he killed his first humans — slavers tied to a hidden cult. The blood unsettled him, but did not break him. He rescued children of another race and used mercy as diplomacy, gaining entry into a kingdom that had distrusted humans for generations. There, under an immortal queen who ruled for two centuries without indulgence, his philosophy of power changed. He learned fluid mana manipulation. Defensive weaving. Presence erasure. Aura-striking techniques that shattered opponents without draining himself dry. Strength became subtle. Efficiency replaced spectacle. He confessed his ambition openly: he would overthrow his father, claim the Duchy’s throne, and reshape his house from within. The queen did not condemn him. She made a bargain. She would grant him the Dragon Orb and teach him ancient techniques. In return, he would retrieve the essence of a surviving World Tree rumored to grow in the dragons’ domain. Fifteen days later, he awakened his third Mana Heart in a surge that shook the elven capital. He left not just stronger — but allied. At the border city where warriors gather daily to bleed and grow, he entered the colosseum against opponents stronger than himself. He revealed none of his ultimate techniques. Instead, he studied. Against a spearman, he mirrored spear footwork through a sword. Against a mage, he infused his blade with controlled mana. Against a hammer wielder, he dismantled brute strength with precision and endurance. He won — not by overpowering — but by forcing errors. Other heirs of rival Duchies watched closely. They were not enemies yet. They were future contenders. Then came the warning: the men he killed had belonged to a Dark Cult. They had marked him. Assassins would enter tournaments disguised as competitors. He did not fear it. He welcomed it. Because the throne was only the first step. He did not seek chaos. He did not crave cruelty. He wanted stability — yet understood that those who aim for power cannot remain innocent. So he built alliances instead of burning bridges. Earned loyalty instead of demanding it. Accepted bonds not out of lust, but strategy and trust intertwined. He was no longer the weakest son. He was becoming something far more dangerous: A ruler who understood both sword and silence. A strategist who used ambition without losing control. A contender who would not stop at inheritance. The tournament would test him. The continent would eventually challenge him. And beyond the throne of his house… the world itself waited.

A top assassin dies after killing his own boss, and instead of staying dead like he should, he wakes up in a cultivation world that feels like it came straight out of every cliché he’s ever heard about. Broken meridians, bullied by clan members who look down on him, a father who gave up on him for a younger brother with better talent, and an engagement annulled with a beauty… or maybe not that trope. Nothing special. Just unlucky. When he finally decides to leave the clan and find his own path, he discovers something strange about himself. People drop attributes while doing things, and for some reason, only he can see and interact with them. A cultivator repeatedly tempering his body leaves behind things like— [Strength +6] [Stamina Recovery +8] [Body Tempering Progress +5%] An alchemist wasting herbs and ruining pills over and over drops— [Alchemy Talent (Low)] [Herb Identification +15] [Pill Stability +7] A swordsman practicing the same technique until his hands go numb drops— [Sword Muscle Memory +9] [Blade Intent Fragment] [Combat Awareness +4] And when someone dies, the drops become even more ridiculous— [Strength +321] [Death ×3] [Physique Fragment: Jade Bone] [Incomplete Cultivation Insight] All of it can be picked up by him. He doesn’t need cultivation talent, bloodlines, or a master’s guidance, because while others spend years training, comprehending, and risking their lives for small improvements, he collects everything they leave behind, whether it’s stats, techniques, talents, physiques, or even professions. In a martial world where effort, talent, and luck decide how far you can go, his path is simple. Let others work. He’ll take the results.

In the shining core of the Giant Sun Empire, power is a game of smiles, secrets, and sharpened blades. So when a burned-out game developer named Ethan awakens in the body of Anwir—the lowly butler of the infamous Rosenthal household—he soon realizes he is stuck inside the very villainess fantasy game he created. Worse, he is not the hero of the story; he is a disposable side character, with only the value of being close to the most dangerous family in the Empire. Surrounded by scheming nobles, unpredictable magic, and the ever-present eyes of Selvaria Rosenthal—the perfect, cold-blooded heiress with a legacy of blood-red eyes—Anwir must apply his meta-knowledge of the game’s deadly flags to survive. But when a demonic conspiracy erupts at a grand imperial gathering, taking heirs and dukes alike with it, Anwir will have no choice but to abandon the shadows and rewrite the very fate that binds him. As alliances fracture and ancient seals break, Anwir navigates a world where every move could be his last, and where the line between villain and hero is as thin as a razor. In a court where loyalty is a weapon and secrets are currency, can a mere butler outplay the destiny written for him-or will he become just another casualty in the Empire’s endless war for power?

It's just an ordinary story where I am reincarnated in Kyoto and have a stepsister. Mc didn't watch anime, so he thinks he's born again in Japan. It will be heavily similar to Light Novel with small changes here and there, plus OG content I will write. Updates depend on my mood. Writing this just to pass my time and inserting myself to have fun in the novel I am currently reading!~ No copyright infringement intended. I do not own My Stepmom's Daughter is my Ex. This is Fanfiction! All credit goes to the author of the series, Kyosuke Kamishiro. Thanks for Reading!~

Death was supposed to be the end. For Ethan Carter, it was only the beginning. After dying in a freak accident, he awakens in the brutal world of Westeros, decades before the events of Robert's Rebellion. Reborn as a nameless child in the frozen North, he quickly realizes that this world is not the fantasy he once read about—it is harsher, bloodier, and far less forgiving. But Ethan is not alone. Bound to him is a mysterious Relationship System, a power that rewards loyalty, alliances, and influence. With knowledge of the future and a mind shaped by modern history, he begins a long and patient game. For eighty years he moves in the shadows. Saving forgotten villages. Gathering refugees. Building hidden settlements deep within the Gift, land the great houses believe empty. Whispers spread across the North of a mysterious protector… a hunter who kills bandits in the dark… a ghost who appears wherever the weak are threatened. They begin to call him The Wolf of the Gift. When war finally comes and the realm burns under the madness of Aerys II Targaryen, the North discovers that the forgotten lands were never empty. They were waiting. And so was he.

Lin Chen transmigrates into the Douluo Continent and awakens the exact same martial soul as Yu Xiaogang—Luo Sanpao, with only half a level of innate soul power. Just as Lin Chen falls into confusion and despair about his future— He activates the Diary System. As long as he writes a diary every day, he can obtain rewards. So he sets a small goal first: Step on Tang San and become a god before him. But growth must be low-key and steady. He must develop in the shadows and never become an early target. However, as time goes on, Lin Chen discovers something is very wrong— The Douluo goddesses have all started clinging to him. Qian Renxue removes her disguise. Xiao Wu distances herself from Tang San. Zhu Zhuqing tears up her engagement— All of them, just to follow Lin Chen. Even the Ice Emperor and Snow Empress transform into humans. And the long-sleeping Silver Dragon King awakens ahead of time, only to see Lin Chen once. Yu Xiaogang:Impossible! My cultivation plan for Luo Sanpao can’t be wrong! How could your Luo Sanpao evolve into the Golden Holy Dragon?! Tang San: I possess twin martial souls and the Tang Sect’s ultimate techniques—how could I lose to a native?! Gu Yuena: Lin Chen, you saved our soul beast race. As a reward… I’ll give you a beautiful Silver Dragon King. Lin Chen: Isn’t that just you??? [Anti-Tang, Anti-Xiaogang] — Daily Updates — For Early Access: [email protected]/Taichu372

The world believes it is safe. It isn’t. It’s only quiet because the truth was buried beneath enough lies to choke creation itself. But the Ashen siblings are beginning to remember. When Grim Ashen’s storm-fire resonates with the sealed Memory Root, something ancient stirs—something that should never wake. The Blank Court calls it a relic. The Guardians call it a wound. The Root calls the Ashens only one word: “Children.” Each sibling carries a forbidden shard of Vortharion, the Crimson Sovereign who sacrificed himself to imprison the Eldritch Stars. Now those shards are trembling… wanting to return to the whole. The Blank Court races to awaken the Seventh Star, unaware that the Ashens are the final locks holding the universe together. Because the truth is simple and terrifying: The Ashen siblings were never meant to be heroes. They are the keys Vortharion left behind. And the thing they unlock… does not open. It feeds. With every battle, every awakening, every pulse of the Root, more cracks spread through reality. And through those cracks, a thousand voices whisper: “Come home.

Reincarnated in another world, Tetsuya Hiratsuji soon discovered that this world was actually a crossover of various anime he had watched in his previous life. Kasumigaoka Utaha was a fan of his novels, and from then on, they developed a relationship, with Utaha learning a great deal about novel writing from him. Kato Megumi, whose presence was fainter than the wind, was his classmate. Only he could perceive her existence, which brought them incredibly close. Alongside the bright and free-spirited Kitagawa Marin, who looked like a gyaru but was actually an otaku obsessed with eroge games and loved cosplaying. One day, a new transfer student named Yotsuya Miko suddenly appeared in his class, and Tetsuya realized that this world was no ordinary slice-of-life world! But right at that moment, Tetsuya awakened a golden finger called the Amazing Chat Group System, which connected him to countless people from various other worlds. He faced a zombie apocalypse in Saeko Busujima's world, killed Muzan Kibutsuji in Shinobu Kocho's world, and caught the attention of an Aeon in March 7th's world! From Japanese to Chinese fictional worlds, Tetsuya and the members of the chat group embarked on adventures, formed bonds, and grew stronger together. --------- Sorry for the bad grammar, english is not my native language and i am not very good at english. Also note, that some of the franchises here will not follow the original work for plot purposes. So, if there's anything different from the original story, it's because I changed it, or maybe because I don't really know/remember the original story.

What is my existence? What am I? Since his birth, Aldrian Aster had never been an ordinary human. One day, a screen appeared in his sight with a message: I’m tied to the universe. I’m tied to nature. All of this is my own karma. Why I am different is also my destiny. My domain encompasses all things. There is nothing that can escape my view. There is nothing that can escape my sense. There is nothing that can escape my will. As he read these words, Aldrian understood that this was part of his destiny. Abnormal cultivation? Rapid comprehension? Mastering everything? Creating techniques effortlessly? This was his journey towards discovering his 'true' self.

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

Jaeho Han's father was his hero. A man built like Hercules who worked multiple jobs to give his kids the education he never had. But after the twins were born, the workload became too much and his father's health deteriorated silently, refusing help, hiding his condition even from his wife. He died when Jaeho was thirteen, leaving behind a grieving wife who could barely look at her children without feeling the guilt as she thought it was the birth of the twins that killed her husband. She tried her best for four years before she disappeared. At seventeen, Jaeho became the sole guardian of his five year old twin sisters, Jia and Serin. He worked multiple jobs like his father to give them a chance at life. School was a nightmare, Jaeho was bullied for being poor, for being an orphan, for being a year older than everyone else due to his late admission due to making sure his sisters' education came first. But he endured it all without fighting back, because one wrong move meant losing everything. The debt piled up at ₩737,500,000. Over $500,000. Loan sharks were on his neck, bills suffocating him. Jaeho always smiled for his sisters, but at night, he was drowning. One morning, he helped a recently divorced woman at his laundromat job. She couldn't pay but promised to refund him once her banking app stops acting up, so he transferred his last ₩50,000 to help pay for whatever it was she wanted. Hopefully, it would return with a nice tip. A cyan screen appeared shortly after this help was rendered. [Ding!] [Cashback system activation requirement met!] [System binding in progress...!] [System successfully linked!] [Spent ₩50,000. 2X critical hit. Earned ₩100,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least ₩50,000 on a lewd item for a MILF. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] "Wait, lewd item?" Jaeho questioned before looking at the woman with suspicion. For the first time in five years, Jaeho could breathe. But the system wasn't done with him yet. Every won he spent on mature, lonely women came back multiplied which meant unlimited wealth. His father told him that as long as you keep moving forward, things will work out. Jaeho's about to find out just how far forward he can go. --------- Content Tags → Smut / R18+ → Harem, Comedy, Slice of life → System-Elements → Slightly towards Netori [Mc stealing and using others wife] → No Yuri → No Netorase / Yaoi / BL → System + Worldbuilding Driven

It was one hundred years ago when the most devastating desaster strucked the earth. A huge spaceship arrived with a dozens of dozens of army surrounding it. It was at this moment of realization that we, are not alone on this universe. Beings who has a similar appearance of a robot appeared, destroying everything on their sight. It didn't matter what, as long as you stand in front of it, you will be killed. They cause havoc for nearly fifty years until humanity gained a piece of freedom. They found out you could inject the invaders blood within their bodies. And after trial and errors, they finally found the solution. What will they do now? How did 'life' goes on right after this discovery? That's the question our protagonist will have to answer. And he was determined to not find out.

Harry Vedman should be dead. Murdered at the edge of a lonely ravine, his life was meant to end in silence. Instead, he woke up with amethyst eyes and a hunger for more than just justice. ​Reborn as a Lesser Incubus under the "Lust Sovereign" system, Harry returns to Ashmere City to reclaim the life that was stolen. To his grieving stepmother, Olivia, and sister, Chloe, he is a miracle returned. To his killers, he is a ghost seeking blood. ​But survival is a dangerous game. As Harry navigates a world of corrupt cops and elite supernatural hunters, he must hide his monstrous transformation from the very people he’s sworn to protect. Between his human morals and his demonic cravings, the line is blurring fast. ​In a city where "Heroes" hunt the night, can Harry master his new powers to protect his family, or will the demon consume his humanity? The hunt has begun.

Reincarnated into a world where humanity fights back against dungeon invasions with awakened supernatural powers, Maximus planned everything from birth. He studied harder, tained longer, preparing to stand at the top. But fate cheated him: he didn't have the qualifications to become a Hunter. Stripped of status and savings, he drifts into hunger and debt, watching the world from the margins. When eviction and starvation threaten to finish him, Maximus binds with a mysterious Dimensional Final Boss Role-Playing System.

Allan never believed in isekai. While his best friend Kevin spent his days mapping out fantasy power systems and planning his future Harem, Allan was firmly grounded in reality — right up until a malfunctioning MRI machine disagreed. No dramatic death. No glowing deity offering him a cheat ability. No automatic translation blessing. Just a sixteen-year-old boy, a backpack full of hiking gear, and a tree he woke up hanging from while strangers laughed at him in a language he couldn't understand. Welcome to another world, Allan. You're on your own. With no powers, no guidance, and no idea what he's supposed to do here, Allan does the only thing he can — survives. He learns the language from the ground up. He studies the world's hidden rules from a forgotten diary left behind in an orphanage. He watches, adapts, and waits. This world has magic he can't use, warriors he can't match, and political forces he doesn't yet understand. But Allan is patient, he is sharp, and he is slowly becoming someone this world wasn't prepared for. He didn't ask for this. He has no chosen destiny, no noble bloodline, no grand purpose handed to him by the heavens. He just has himself. For now, that'll have to be enough.