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Reincarnated as the last ice demon

Reincarnated as the Last Ice Demon is a slow-burn, brutal dark fantasy about survival, logic, and the cost of permanence in a universe built to consume itself. Once a man who lived by calculation rather than faith or heroism, the protagonist dies forgotten on a rain-soaked scaffold—only to awaken in Hell as something that should not exist. A lesser demon, weak, hunted, and surrounded by endless hunger. Worse still, he is cold in a realm ruled by fire. Ice demons were erased long ago. Not defeated—removed. Their existence disrupted Hell’s endless cycle of consumption, and so they were sealed out of history. His rebirth is not destiny or prophecy, but a flaw in reality itself. This is not a story of redemption. It is the story of optimization. Driven by pure logic, the protagonist does whatever increases his chance of survival, power, and control—no matter the cost. Mercy is inefficient. Emotion is noise. Every choice leaves a mark on his body, his mind, and the world around him as ice spreads where it should not, freezing heat, halting decay, and drawing attention from forces far greater than him. Hell is only the beginning. As realms beyond Hell are revealed—mortal worlds, preserved domains where time barely moves, and spaces between systems—the cold begins to shape more than battles. It shapes territory. Faith. Kingdoms. Wars that never escalate because they never get the chance. Told through multiple points of view, Reincarnated as the Last Ice Demon blends visceral body horror, deep lore, and psychological descent into a long-form epic where power is earned through irreversible change, and the greatest threat is not destruction—but stillness. Fire consumes. Ice decides what is allowed to remain.
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The Side Character: I'm not the Female Lead

I was nothing special. A shut-in. A chubby, ordinary girl who blended into the background like a shadow. Easy to ignore. Easier to mock. The world never ran out of ways to remind me I didn’t belong. Cruel jokes in hallways. Laughter that followed me home. Words sharper than blades, carving deeper than bruises ever could. Bit by bit, I shrank into myself until there was nothing left but silence and the weight of my own loneliness. That night, I decided I’d had enough. The chair creaked under me. The rope swayed above. My room was still, suffocating, as if the world didn’t care whether I breathed or not. And maybe it didn’t. Then—music. It came from the neighbor’s stereo, muffled through the thin walls. A single voice cutting into the darkness. A voice that shouldn’t have reached me, but did. Strong. Raw. Alive. It wrapped around me like a hand pulling me back from the edge. The lyrics told me not to hide my light. That even if it flickered, it still burned. I gasped, stumbling from the chair, clutching my chest as though those words had physically struck me. Tears blurred my vision, but for the first time in forever, they weren’t from pain—they were from something I thought I’d lost. Hope. That voice saved me. His voice. Eric. The lead singer of AUREA—the boyband that would one day become gods in the music world. To me, he wasn’t just an idol. He was my lifeline. And then . . . years later, when he died, the world mourned. I mourned. The one who saved me, the reason of my life, was gone, ripped from life far too soon. I thought it was over. But fate had other plans. One desperate wish, one shattered night, and when I opened my eyes—I was ten years in the past. Before the world knew AUREA. Before Eric was swallowed by fame. Before his voice was silenced forever. I’m just Emy—ordinary, clumsy, and invisible to most. But this time . . . it’s my turn. Eric saved me once. Now, I’ll save him. No matter what it takes.
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