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I Wanted a 2D Harem Isekai, Got a Rule-Horror Game

Crossing into the 2D world, with both parents dead, money in my pocket, and a place to live. Even if the universe’s ‘no-imouto clause’ is in effect, this still looks like the classic daily-life harem-protagonist trajectory in a 2D world, right? Surely next comes the otaku-bait development, a wonderful story of being surrounded by girls, yes? [Welcome to the “Sacrifice Game.” We wish you the chance to witness the end within true fear.] Wait a sec— This script isn’t right, is it? Corpses whispering, shadowed pits creeping, paper effigies asking for directions, a cursed village’s night patrol, an eye peering from under the bed… Grotesque rules weave a blood-stained net; there is no escape. Only by facing the endless nightmare head-on can one fight for a sliver of life. So, since I’m being entangled by all these horrors, can I get a system? Preferably the kind that becomes overpowered just by checking in! While I was thinking that, I realized I’d gotten the ability to roll back after death. It sure is a cheat—but doesn’t that mean I have to keep betting my life on trial and error? I refuse! I don’t want to be a Subaru-style, die-and-retry protagonist! Someone save me, please! Then I turned around and saw the girls trapped with me: Shinomiya Kaguya, Fujiwara Chika, Gotō Hitori, Yotsuya Miko, and others. Damn it, then bring it on! How could I let beautiful girls be sacrificed in a place like this? I’ll create a happy world—no Urobuchi-style tragedy and no grimdark despair! .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.
Gods_And_Chakra · 574k Views

THE NAMES... Riyura Shiko!

Riyura Shiko isn't your average transfer student-he's a walking thunderclap in a school uniform, armed with a red bow tie, gravity-defying purple hair, and the kind of energy that could power a small city. After a catastrophic incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline, Riyura is relocated to the halls of Jeremy High in hopes of a "fresh start." The problem? Wherever Riyura goes, normality checks out early. From the moment he bursts through the school gates-shouting greetings at trees, challenging basketball players to dribble pineapples, and composing lunch-table operas for his dumplings-Jeremy High becomes a whirlwind of laughter, embarrassment, and improbable friendship. Yet beneath the slapstick chaos beats a restless heart. Riyura's outrageous confidence hides a kid who's terrified of being ordinary, and his unstoppable antics are his way of reminding everyone-especially himself-that joy still matters. As his classmates slowly learn to see past the absurdity, they discover a spark they didn't know they needed: the courage to be strange, sincere, and fully alive. The Names Riyura Shiko! is a high-energy shonen comedy packed with ridiculous stunts, heartfelt surprises, and the occasional flying pineapple. It's a story about finding belonging not by fitting in-but by blowing the doors off normal and dancing through the confetti that follows. And it is highly unfunny... because it does not aim to be funny. It aims to be as stupid as possible to the point where it annoys the viewer. Because being funny ain't my middle name, because why would I want that! - Sincerely Locke Weisz... :))
Shyzuli_Lolz · 43.7k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● The heavy thud of the bridegroom’s footsteps echoed against the polished floorboards of the veranda. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hàn Yuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress stood out in stark contrast to the darkness of the room, which was illuminated only by the flickering candlelight. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hàn Yuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exciting night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hàn Yuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The silence that had engulfed the room was shattered by the horrific sound of splintering wood. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hàn Yuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hàn Yuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards and staining the girl’s white skirt. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. Hàn Yuè’s long, piercing scream echoed through the cold air of the chamber, whilst dark red droplets of blood had left their mark upon the white silk of her gown. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼), desperately enamoured with the noblewoman Hàn Yuè, finds his path to union thwarted by formidable political constraints. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a perilous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 24.1k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 312.6k Views