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A man who lived an ordinary, exhausting life— Nine to five. Empty rooms. No one waiting at home. The only light in his life was a story about dreams, freedom, and a sea that never forgave the weak. One Piece. On a quiet evening, he does the one selfless thing he has ever done—saving a stranger from death. As his life fades beneath a truck’s shadow, he feels no fear. Only regret. He will never know how One Piece ends. Then darkness takes him. When he awakens, it is not in heaven or hell—but in a small wooden room from another era. No technology. No familiar comforts. Only a sword. A noose. And a mirror that reflects the face of Shimotsuki Kuina—the girl whose death shaped a legend. Kuina was never meant to live. History remembers her as a tragedy, a broken dream blamed on a fall down the stairs. But the truth is far crueler. Now, carrying the memories of a modern man and the pain of a girl who believed the world had already decided her limits, fate begins to fracture. This is not a story about changing the past out of rebellion. It is about accepting the rules of the world—and still choosing to walk forward. From the quiet dojo of Shimotsuki Village to the roaring seas of the Grand Line, one soul walks a path never meant to exist—crossing legends, clashing with destiny, and approaching the truth behind strength, identity, and will. When one life refuses to end as written… How much of the world must change?

It all started with a dirty little secret. Freshly arrived on the Douluo Continent, I made the "mistake" of overhearing the truth: the famous Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang, is no genius—he is a plagiarizing fraud. To silence me, he tried to kill me. Big mistake. On the brink of death, my Martial Soul, the Scarecrow, awakened its true demonic form, dragging me back from hell with a second Martial Soul in hand. Now, I am no longer prey; I am the puppeteer of souls. Yu Xiaogang? I will make the world see your hypocrisy as I twist you into the most despised Evil Soul Master in history. Tang San? Your precious disciple will fall with you, transformed into public enemy number one. As the Demon Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, I will rewrite fate. Death is too merciful a gift for you two... prepare for a fate worse than hell. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 20 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Bankai10

No building lords, dismantle buildings and get a ten-thousand-fold return on troops! Su Yu traveled to a parallel universe on Earth, where everyone who turns 18 can become a lord. Battleground of myriad realms, where myriad races vie for supremacy! Su Heng awakens his SSS-level talent – [Final Life Stance]. All your buildings can be broken down into 10 to 100,000 rare units, each with a +1 aptitude bonus. [At each lord rank, you can transform one building into a unit with permanent aptitude.] Disassemble the lightning generator to obtain 1000 Storm Archmage (Hero) Disassemble the Ascension Platform to Godhood - Obtain 10,000 God-Conquering Warriors (Super Mythical) Dismantle the Immortal Temple - Obtain 1,000,000 Eternal Gods (Eternal) Feilu Novel Network reminds you: This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do not imitate. The novel exclusively signed with Feilu Novels: "Lord: Decompose Buildings, Get 10,000 Times the Troops Back!"

Jiang Yuan traveled through the world of Full-time Mage, and his soul fused to awaken his heaven-defying dual talents! Every time he awakened a talent, he would get a unique talent: Water Talent [Extreme Cold Inferno], Undead Talent [Soul Abyss Domination], Lightning Talent [Thunder God Realm], Psychic Talent [Divine Mind Overclocking]... While Mo Fan was still shocking the world with his dual talents, Jiang Yuan had quietly risen, and his talent crushed everything! From Bo City to the Magic City, from the Academy to the Holy City, no one could stop him. In this life, he wanted to control the origin of magic, subdue the Undead Emperor, tear apart the dark plane, and even the Archangel of Holy Light had to kneel and recite his name! "Supreme Lord God, the supreme god who controls the origin of magic, the supreme ruler who rules the world, the conqueror of the underworld, the tearer of the dark plane, the eternal glory of the Holy Land of Light! Your authority runs through the heavens, and your divine power suppresses all worlds. May your divine light illuminate our way forward, and may your laws protect us forever! We pray devoutly and welcome the Lord God to come!" Raw :全职法师：每系一个天生天赋

"Alex is an ordinary salaried worker. When he returns home from work, his routine is interrupted when two thieves break into his house. Alex tries to resist but ends up getting killed. Upon discovering that he will reincarnate, he finds out that in this new world, filled with magic and monsters, life is ten times more brutal than his old one. Alex then begins his fight for survival."

What If Izuku surpassed his limits just like Saitama? 『All Credit for the Characters besides Travis go to the Author of MHA: Kohei Horikoshi』

It's a massive harem novel with no explicit content or cuckolding, but it might have some slightly graphic elements. The male-to-female ratio is 1:9, and only the protagonist is sexually capable.

The first semester at VIT, Indore, was a humid cocktail of new freedoms and old anxieties. For Gangesh Verma and his band of brothers, it was about finding their footing, usually while tripping over each other. **Scene: The College Library - A supposedly quiet Wednesday afternoon.** Gangesh was buried in a thick book on Jurisprudence, his brow furrowed in concentration. Across the table, Sagar was using a copy of "Economic Theory" as a very expensive pillow, softly snoring. Aditya was scrolling through his phone, muttering under his breath. "Bhench— I mean, seriously? This guy's profile pic is a fish. A fish! How can you take a guy seriously whose greatest achievement is a photograph with a Rohu?" Karan leaned in, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. "Guys, I have a plan. A foolproof strategy to get Sagar through Professor Dixit's class without him ever waking up." Gangesh didn't look up. "Karan, your last 'foolproof strategy' to get canteen samosas for half-price ended with Aditya having to serenade the canteen aunty." "And it almost worked!" Aditya protested, his voice a little too loud for the library. A sharp "Shhh!" came from a nearby aisle. Karan waved it off. "Details, details. This is different. We get a voice recorder, record the lectures, and play them to him while he sleeps. Subconscious learning!" Sagar, without opening his eyes, mumbled, "If you play a lecture, I'll just have nightmares about supply-demand curves." He shifted his head to a more comfortable position on the book. Suddenly, a different sound cut through the quiet—not a shush, but a voice, clear, bold, and laced with impatience. "This is a library, not your personal dormitory. Some of us are actually here to work." They all turned. There she was. Anya Chauhan, standing with a stack of books balanced on her hip, her gaze fixed on their table. She was flanked by her friends. Suman stood just behind her shoulder, a look of pure, unadulterated scorn on her face that could curdle milk. Kusum was slightly behind, her gentle eyes wide with a mix of concern and second-hand embarrassment. Sandhya simply observed them all, her expression unreadable but her eyes missing nothing. Aditya shot up, his pride wounded. "Arre, we were just talking! This isn't a jail, you know." Suman took a half-step forward, her wit sharpened and ready. "The way you're using your brains, it might as well be. The silence is clearly bothering you." Gangesh closed his book with a definitive *thud*. The sound drew everyone's attention. He met Anya's gaze, his own calm but firm. This was his "lead" mode kicking in. "She's right. We were being loud. My apologies." He looked pointedly at Aditya and Karan. His pride wouldn't let him ignore a valid point, even from a rival. His principles demanded he acknowledge the fault. Anya's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing him. She had expected a fight, not a concession. Her pride wasn't satisfied with just an apology. "An apology doesn't magically restore the concentration you broke. Control your... circus." Her gaze swept over the snoring Sagar and the fuming Aditya. It was the word "circus" that did it. It wasn't just an insult to him, but to his friends. His loyalty flared. "We acknowledged our mistake," Gangesh said, his voice dropping, becoming quieter but more intense. "But insulting my friends crosses a line. You have your pride in your work, I have mine in my people. Let's leave it at that. Justice has been served with the apology. Don't push for more." The air crackled. It was no longer about library noise. It was a clash of ideologies. Her fierce protectiveness of her space and her friends' peace versus his principled loyalty to his own. Kusum, sensing the rising tension, gently touched Anya's arm. "Anya, let's go. We found the books we needed." Anya held Gangesh's stare for a second longer, a silent challenge issued and accepted. A small, almost imperceptible smirk from Suman showed she enjoyed the dismantling.

Iamon was meant to be a guide for a chosen hero, not the one standing on the battlefield himself. But after a near-fatal accident, he awakens with a strange mark burned into his arm and a warped staff that can rewind time—at the cost of his lifespan. Thrown into a ruthless ranking system that forges “Prime” candidates, Iamon is forced to climb or be crushed. His power only awakens when fear takes hold, turning terror into strength and desperation into survival. Every rewind saves him from death, but drags him closer to losing himself. In a world where only the strong are allowed to exist, Iamon must decide how much of his life he’s willing to burn for victory… and what kind of monster he’ll become when fear is the only thing keeping him alive.

Ten years ago, the Great War of Cataclysm almost erased humanity. ‎Shadows and Humanoids poured from dimensional Dungeon Gates, destroying entire cities. Every male child above ten was forced to fight regardless  of Ability or not. The world survived, but the scars never healed. ‎ ‎But soon after an Association of Essence Hunters was founded by rich elites to prevent the disaster upon humanity. ‎ But peace was only a fabricated word. Ten years later, Dungeon Gates broke open once again. Descendants of Zenogrophx moved in the shadows, manipulating the world from the dark. Unknown monsters and Humanoids roamed out... this time seeking revenge against humanity. Caught in the middle of this burgeoning conflict is Kenji, a boy who has been mocked all his life and bears the deep scars of this past war. He eventually discovers the truth about himself, and with the help of a mysterious system, he trains to become the one person none would ever have imagined. As a new Cataclysm dawns, Kenji must confront not only the rising darkness but the past that still holds him captive.

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 to cosmic wars, Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the fragile human he was trying to be.

Drowned, betrayed, and humiliated—Brandon’s life ended in the most pathetic way possible. But when he opened his eyes again, he was no longer Brandon. Reborn as Noah Weaverheart—in a novel he had read—the spoiled yet talentless son of a duchess, he quickly realizes a cruel truth: he’s nothing more than a stepping stone, fated to die in the first 30 chapters of this world’s story. But fate isn’t set in stone. Because he now has the Sovereign Bond System, a power that allows him to share everything from the women he bonds with—but at 10,000 times the quality. — [Ding! You have bonded with Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have shared the affinity and talent of Neko Neko.] [Ding! You have obtained the affinity: Ice (SSS rank) and the talent: Sovereign of Ice (SSS rank).] Noah’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. If this world wanted him to be a stepping stone, then he’d crush the so-called protagonist, steal his harem, and rewrite destiny itself. discord link: https://discord.gg/Y7S3ZH5qPy

8 years ago, Ali, a talented cricket player was betrayed by his closest friend the day before the state cricket trials. While watching the 2025 IPL final he once desired to be a part of, he suffers a heart attack and dies. However, he is sent back in time by 10 years with the Legends of Cricket Gacha System, a system that allows him to gain abilities based on the careers of various cricketers and various moments in cricketing history. Can Ali reach the top of world cricket with with his knowledge of the past and the backing of a powerful system? Or will he fall into cricketing mediocrity again?

After being shot by the husband of one of his clients, Aster thought his life was over. But to his surprise, he opened his eyes and discovered that he had been saved and transformed by a beautiful highborn dragon who made him her adopted son, and gave him a cute little hybrid demon as his new sister. However, Aster soon realized that he would be living in a supernatural world filled with demons, ghosts and elves as the son of a highborn dragon who happened to be the dragon queen. So he decided to live in the new world and learn the strange culture and customs of these supernatural beings. Since he was the son of a demon lord, Aster couldn’t wait to live a simple and happy life with his new family while also learning what it means to be a dragon prince. Therefore, Aster embarks on an exciting journey that involves battling against creatures found only in myths, training under his dragon mother and her pumpkin familiar. But, he somehow always finds the time to make sure that he has a good pillow fight with a few cute ghosts and a couple of playful female elves along the way, while also drinking tea with beautiful vampires and demons.

The Universe isn't a creation. It is a simulation. And it is running out of memory. For eons, the Grand Design has maintained order across the 99 Layers of Reality. It chooses "Players" from lower worlds, grants them Classes, and forces them to climb the Layers to entertain the Gods residing at the top. The winners gain immortality. The losers are deleted, their souls recycled into mana. Humanity was just the latest batch of livestock. When the Integration hit Earth, billions received shining armors, holy swords, and fireballs. They were the Heroes. Then there was Kieran. Kieran was a maintenance worker in a dying subway station, dying of radiation poisoning from a dirty bomb, forgotten by the world. When the blue light scanned him, it didn't see a Hero. It didn't even see a Human. It saw a Corrupted File. Instead of deleting him, the System lagged. In that split second of cosmic hesitation, Kieran saw the code behind the curtain. He saw that the "Magic" was just programming, and the "Gods" were just administrators. He woke up in the Trash Bin of the Universe—Layer 0—a place where broken timelines and deleted concepts are dumped. He had no mana. He had no strength. He had no holy weapon. He had something worse. [Class Generated: Error.] [Unique Authority: The Decompiler.] While other Awakened level up by killing monsters, Kieran levels up by unmaking them. He can dismantle the code of reality itself. A fireball isn't heat to him; it is a script he can rewrite. A dragon's scale isn't armor; it is data he can steal. But the System is self-correcting. The Angels are coming to patch the glitch. The Gods are watching with fearful eyes. Kieran doesn't want to save the world. He doesn't want to climb the tower to become a God. He is going to climb the 99 Layers to find the source code of the Universe... and delete it all. The Architect built the cage. The Glitch holds the key.

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+} A man wakes up in an endless white void with a strange voice whispering in his ear about how he’s become the new owner of the Dungeon of Lust. He doesn’t take it too seriously at first, but when he learns his life may be in jeopardy, all his reserves fall to the wayside. It’s not long after he realizes the true peril of his situation that the voice in his head grants him the ability to summon defenders to help him; however, to claim sovereignty over his legion and rule these summoned defenders, he has to fulfill a condition with them: satisfaction. He grows confused at this condition until an otherworldly beauty appears in front of him, flaunting her alluring figure. Then, Vale, the man, learns just what it means to be the owner of the Dungeon of Lust. He struggles to hold his morals, but when the vice of lust is suppressed… it only gets stronger.

Dugu Feng thought he had won the reincarnation lottery. As the grandnephew of the famous Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo, he expected a life of luxury, handed-out Immortal Herbs, and Spirit Bones. Reality was a poisonous slap in the face. The Dugu family is in a civil war: the Snake Faction versus the Poison Faction. And to his misfortune, his "dear" granduncle is on the opposing side. Instead of gifts, Dugu Feng faces a death sentence. But fate dealt him an ace up his sleeve: an Ancestral Pearl capable of refining any toxin into pure power. Tang San wants the Immortal Herbs? Too bad, they are already mine. The Douluo Continent despises poison masters? Soon, they will kneel before them. From the shadows, Dugu Feng will pull the strings. The entire continent is his chessboard, and even Titled Douluos are just his pawns. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 20 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Bankai10

Dark’s Pre Crisis follows Dark across years of growth in a brutal world where safety is never guaranteed. What begins as a simple desire to protect others slowly collides with power, conflict, and responsibility far beyond what anyone should carry. As Dark changes, so does the scale of the threats around him, forcing him to mature, adapt, and make choices that test what kind of person he’s becoming. Question to you: What happens when someone grows up believing the world should be safe for everyone… and gains the power to try and make it so?

An avid Xianxia reader suddenly gets what he always wanted. He wakes up in a real cultivation world. The only problem? Maybe it was never really his dream after all. Now, faced with the harsh reality of what cultivation truly involves, with endless realms to climb, countless worlds to ascend, and an abundance of arrogant young masters to deal with, despair starts to creep in. Fortunately, his golden finger was not missing, and a mysterious system appears in his mind. Now, armed with elders, ancestors, and a sect leader, he no longer feels completely overwhelmed. "At least I do not have to do everything alone... well, technically, I do. After all, they are my avatars." ------------------------------------------------ Notes: - The avatars are directly controlled by the MC, like multiple bodies sharing the same mind. - Despite the MC’s multiple bodies, only his main body will be involved in any romance. - As for the update schedule: I try to release chapters daily except Fridays when there are no updates. The standard update time is around 4 AM GMT, but this can vary. - If you enjoy the story, please consider leaving a review! And for those interested, you can support me on Patreon and read ahead.  This is an original story written by TIGR4, not a translation of a novel. Just adding this line to avoid misunderstandings since the title sounds very Chinese... which is intentional. Bye! ---------------------------------- Advanced Chapters on Patreon: patreon.com/TIGR4

"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."