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I, a corporate slave, ended up possessing the body of a noble inside a game, but I’m supposed to be an extra fated to be killed by the future villains? No way. I’ll reform those brats and live out my noble life in peace! To stop the young villains from turning evil, I sponsored them and helped them overcome their harsh circumstances, and they all grew up to be admirable, upstanding, perfectly normal individuals as a result. And that’s how I ended up becoming the final boss of the kingdom... …Wait, what? [For ten years, I supported villains with the intention of reforming them. But now, I find myself as the ultimate mastermind behind the kingdom’s darkness…] PS. THIS WEBNOVEL DOESN'T BELONG TO ME AND ITS A TRANSLATION. IF THE OWNER WANTS IT TO BE TAKEN DOWN PLEASE CONTACT ME. I HAVE POSTED THIS ON THE MAIN SECTION TOO.

When the sky tears open and an alien civilization rewrites Earth’s fate, seventeen-year-old Kali Lin is given ninety days to rise above extinction. Born without talent, burdened by poverty, and crushed beneath a ruthless new ranking system, Kali enters a universe where only power decides the future. As cosmic laws awaken and monsters stalk the stars, he gambles his life in gravity chambers, battle arenas, and forbidden simulations — not for glory, but for survival. Kali: Ascension Log is a slow-burn sci-fi epic of pressure, sacrifice, and relentless growth, where every breakthrough is earned in blood.

"Is this death?" Food. Water. A blanket. A roof. For a crippled, homeless boy like Dante, that was all he ever wanted. But until his last breath, he couldn't live the happy life he dreamed of. When he finally accepted death, he opened his eyes only to find himself in a supernatural world. A world where logic doesn't make sense and where magic isn't fairytales. And his body? It's the body of a real demonic dragon rather than his old one. Before he could understand what was happening, a spinning axe buried itself into his skull… yet he stayed conscious. Feeling that sharp, immense pain, Dante realized—he was being hunted. Hell had just begun. But whether it was his or his enemies'… no one could tell. ¢¢¢ Note: The MC starts as a naive 16-year-old boy. His choices at the start of the story will be realistic for his age, so don't expect a ruthless, cunning, cold, dark main character when he's only 16. He'll grow gradually, his morals will change, and his mindset will adapt to the dark world... and remember that the novel has tragedy tag. For characters arts, join discord: https://discord.gg/4VbkEBRmNc Regarding romance: Slow romance, No Smut, Single FL, No Ntr, No Yuri, No Yaoi.

=== WSA 2025 === Way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals. And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army. Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too. My Talent's Name Was Generator. Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like. So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me? Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back. I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls. Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D

"I solemnly swear, with my hand placed upon my father's severed head. This is the command of Kanakasimha. The order of his daughter Dussala. This is the vengeance to be taken against Krishna for the deceitful slaying of Jayadratha." What is this grudge against God? Divine Animosity? A captivating epic brimming with strange and wondrous episodes, born from the unparalleled imagination of Kavi Samrat Viswanatha Satyanarayana, the Jnanpith Award-winning Telugu literary giant renowned for his profound explorations of human nature, culture, and consciousness. Originally envisioned as a sixteen-part masterpiece and masterfully concluded in twelve volumes, this is the inaugural work in his groundbreaking Purana Vaira Granthamala series-a collection of extraordinary historical novels that weave mythology, philosophy, and ancient Indian societal evolution into a thrilling narrative of dharma, resentment, and timeless human conflicts. Set in the early Kali Yuga, about a century after the Mahabharata, it delves into the depths of eternal vendettas and moral dilemmas, critiquing historical distortions while celebrating India's rich cultural heritage. original name of this book - Bhagavantuni meedi paga written period - 1958 original language - Telugu Translation - Vishal Royal (vihu_vhu) Other Titles- Hatred Against God

On a rain-lashed night in 2003, a signal failure halts every train passing through Kochi Junction. Among the stranded crowd, six strangers briefly cross paths — a disillusioned teacher, a young nurse bound for the Gulf, a returning architect, a restless journalist, a weary migrant mechanic, and an aspiring coder chasing her first job. None exchange names. Yet that night of shared waiting becomes the quiet axis of their lives. Over the next two decades, their stories flow outward — across Kerala’s backwaters and India’s cities, into deserts, boardrooms, and faraway apartments — tracing how ordinary people carry fragments of one another through distance, failure, and rediscovery. From night schools under railway bridges to floating hospices on the Alappuzha backwaters, Monsoon Junction maps the fragile beauty of human connection in a world always in transit. Lyrical and deeply human, this multi-voiced saga explores the lives of those who arrive, depart, and sometimes return — finding that the hardest journeys are not measured in miles, but in forgiveness.

I was never strong. No matter how hard I worked, nothing seemed to change. Effort went in. Fatigue came out. Strength didn’t follow. I told myself that growth was slow. That patience mattered. But after enough days ended the same way, I started to wonder if effort alone was just another kind of payment. When I finally entered structured training, I learned how far behind I really was. Others improved quickly. Their progress was obvious. Mine wasn’t. What changed wasn’t how much I could do—but how much I could endure. The strain stayed. The adaptations stayed longer. Day by day, the cost added up. Time. Energy. Choices I stopped being able to make. The world learned to rely on me before it learned to respect me. This isn’t a story about sudden breakthroughs or easy victories. It’s about slow growth, hidden accumulation, and learning that becoming strong isn’t free. Sometimes, the real question isn’t how much you can endure. It’s how much you’re willing to pay.

Once known as the Heaven Breaker, the male lead (ML),夜天霜 —Yè Tíanshuāng, stood at the peak of cultivation—one step away from becoming a god. But at the moment of ascension, his closest friends, whom he had trusted for decades, betrayed him. They stole his divine tribulation and shattered his soul. Yet fate has other plans. He reincarnates into the body of a sickly young boy—the third son of a noble duke’s wife, abandoned by his family and mocked by servants. With his soul intact but powers sealed, Yè Tíanshuāng begins his journey again—from weak and forgotten to a being feared by heavens themselves.

A generation after the world learned to listen, it begins to fall silent again. Taren Mekh has spent his life tracing the living heartbeat of the earth — the Pattern — the sentient network that once united humanity through shared empathy. But when the Resonant Spires across the world suddenly go mute, only Taren hears the faint counter-tone: a shadow frequency that no one else can detect. Sent by the Listening Guild to investigate, Taren and his small team — the seasoned captain Seren Vale, the restless engineer Aron Kael, and others drawn by curiosity or faith — set out across a landscape still learning how to be alive. From deserts of singing glass to cities built on living music, they follow the trail of silence to the edge of the known world, where the Pattern’s voice disappears entirely. What they uncover beneath the sands of Eversong is not absence, but memory. The world’s consciousness has begun to withdraw — hiding parts of itself that remember fear, jealousy, and longing. And from those hidden depths, something else is awakening: the Archivist, a being born from everything the Pattern tried to forget. As empathy collapses into fragmentation, Taren faces a deeper crisis — the pull between his mother Lira Mekh, who leads a sect preaching emotional independence from the Pattern, and the legacy of his ancestor Anaya, whose final map once taught the world to listen. Torn between connection and solitude, faith and autonomy, Taren must decide whether silence is decay — or evolution. To heal the world, he may have to unmap it entirely.

You’d think waking up in the Naruto Universe would be a dream come true. For most people? Maybe. But for me? No kekkei genkai. No Senju vitality. No Uzumaki stamina. No Uchiha eyes. Just… me. Weak. Ordinary. A civilian in a world built on bloodlines and battles. I was ready to die in the background. Just another nobody swept up in the chaos of shinobi wars and cursed fates. Until it happened. [System Binding Complete.] [Welcome, User.] [Starter Gift: Goro Goro no Mi — Rumble-Rumble Fruit.] [You are now the inheritor of thunder.] And just like that, everything changed. I could feel it — the voltage crackling in my veins, the storm whispering in my ear. No more chakra limitations. No more clan inferiority. I didn’t need Sharingan to see death coming. I’d outrun it at the speed of lightning. The villages took notice. The Akatsuki tried to control me. Even the tailed beasts learned to fear thunder. Because I wasn’t just another shinobi anymore. I was something else. A storm given form. They called me a god. Once I stood at the peak of the Shinobi world, I turned my gaze outward — to other realms, other timelines, and other universes. I walked among Shinigami. Faced pirates who challenged the sea. Clashed with Saiyans beneath shattered skies. But a question lingered. Who's this mysterious being everyone keeps talking about? Maybe I’m more than just a transmigrator. Maybe I was never meant to be human in the first place. “Lightning doesn't bow. It strikes.” From the Hidden Leaf… To the edge of the multiverse… I will carve my name into legend. Because thunder doesn’t ask permission. _______ There would be consistent updates, 2 chapters a day. Mc doesn't get spoonfed by the system. ********************************** Join our discord server Link: https://discord.gg/Mr8Q62CH Support us on patreon (+Gain access to chapters in advance) Link: patreon.com/Zphyr_ **********************************

THIS IS A TOTAL AU. It's Based off of One Piece, and Set in a Similar world, But Separate from Canon. It's One Piece if it was a Seinen/Dark Fantasy. I feel it necessary to get this out of the way before you read. "I'M GONNA BE KING OF THE PIRATES!" In a World Filled with Pirates, on a Ocean Planet Filled with Water and Islands. A Young Captain by the Name of Falcon D. Leroy sets out with his Crew to Find the Legendary Treasure known as The One Piece! But along the way, the Crew goes on many adventures, from island to island! Dangers happens at every corner! When he was nine, Leroy Ate the "Gum Gum Fruit" A Legendary Fruit known as a Devil Fruit! These Fruits when eaten cause a Person to loose the ability to swim in any standing water! The Sea itself hating and cursing them to loose their energy! But as a trade off they are given Extraordinary Supernatural Super Powers! Leroy is the Captain of the Red Sash Pirates. He will make sure that his and their dreams all come true! And for that! He's going to reach the end of the Grand Line, Claim the One Piece! And Become King Of The Pirates! [Each Chapter is 950-1,500~ Words. Volume is Between 12-20k Words.]

As the third son of the Black family—a child who was never meant to exist—Phineas Black faces a storm of challenges. With an elder brother imprisoned in Azkaban, a second brother entangled with Inferi, deceased parents, a vast inherited fortune, and the internal unrest and external threats from greedy pure-blood families, the path before him is perilous. In the face of such turmoil, what choices must young Phineas make to survive—and rise to become the strongest wizard?

Betrayed by his lover. Used by his closest friend. Died believing everything was over. Then he woke up. The year was 2025. The VR game that would merge with reality in two months hadn’t even launched yet. Lucien Viremont remembers what happens next. When the merge comes, players who entered early will awaken as nobles. Latecomers will be reborn as commoners—or worse. His future house is doomed. His family will be wiped out by internal betrayal. And heroics won’t save him. So Lucien makes a decision. He won’t chase power. He won’t play the hero. He’ll play the system. By treating NPCs as people. By abusing early-game mechanics. By securing allies, contracts, and safe havens. And by the time the VR world becomes reality— He won’t rule the world. He’ll survive it. (A strategic VR-fantasy with nobles, politics, harem, comedy, and a protagonist who just wants a comfortable life.)

I was just a normal person an orphan living an ordinary life, stuck in a boring office job. Every day was the same: work, deadlines, fake smiles, and exhaustion. I had no grand dreams, only the wish for a quiet, carefree life. Then one night, everything ended. On my way home, while crossing a bridge, I saw a little girl I didn’t even know about to be hit by a speeding truck. I didn’t think. I rushed forward and pushed her away. The next moment, pain exploded. I was hit, thrown off the bridge and then there was darkness. Yeah. Truck-kun got me. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t dead but I was drowning in water. Cold water filled my mouth and lungs, and panic surged through me trying to swim. At the same time, I realized something was very wrong. My body was small like that of a five-year-old child. Just as my consciousness began to fade, someone grabbed me and dragged me out of the water. A middle-aged man had saved my life. When I finally caught my breath and looked around, my heart trembled. This place wasn’t Earth. There were no buildings, no roads, no cars. Only endless golden fields, whispering winds, lush forests, and towering green mountains. That’s when the truth became clear. I had transmigrated into another world. A cultivation world. But I didn’t awaken as a powerful warrior or a genius young master. I was reborn as the son of a spiritual farmer. Then, a strange voice echoed in my mind. “Grow crops. Harvest cultivation treasures. Cultivate and become Immortal.” I had obtained a Reward System. Every harvest granted me spiritual energy, skills, pills, artifacts, even cultivation techniques. While others fought and bled in dangerous realms for resources, I cultivated quietly through soil, sunlight, and hard work. But in a world where strength is law, could a farmer truly live peacefully? Would my tranquil fields remain untouched… Or would enemies come to reap what I had sown? When the time came, would I choose only the path of the farmer Or would I also take up the sword? This is my journey—from a burned-out office worker to an immortal spiritual farmer, cultivating not just crops… but power, wisdom, and fate itself. ---------------------- what you can expect : -> Clear story flow -> No braindead/stupid/low IQ MC -->Not a SINGLE -> No excessive side stories -> Max effort in writing to provide relaxation for readers not frustration -> You can expect beast pets, adventures and other things because MC is not a shut in NEET -> Display of the MC inventory at every harvest for ideal consumption of resources and tally them -> There will be standard rules of cultivation to avoid confusion when comparing MC to others -> You can check auxiliary chapters for the standards and rules, these chapters will be updated along with the story progression

The Imperial Crest Hotel stands as the crown of Washington’s luxury, a world of glass, marble, and secrets. Beneath its shimmering beauty works John Raymond, a quiet bellhop who spends his days serving the wealthy and enduring humiliation from those who see him as nothing. But when fate reveals that John is the long-lost heir to the empire that owns the hotel itself, everything changes. The servant becomes the master. The invisible man becomes the power behind every door that once closed in his face. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and the cold patience of a survivor, John begins to rebuild what was stolen from his family. Those who mocked him, the arrogant investors, the corrupt executives, and the woman who betrayed him for luxury soon discover that the man they dismissed is the one who holds their future. Within the glittering halls of The Imperial Crest, vengeance takes form behind polite smiles and business suits. Every deal hides a threat, every favour carries a price, and every betrayal becomes a lesson in justice. The Heir Behind the Crest is a tale of power reclaimed and pain reborn into purpose, a story of a man who rose from servitude to sovereignty and proved that sometimes silence is the loudest roar.

Crossing to become the daughter of the undead king of “Overlord”, Ainz Ooal Gown, Princess Elizabeth of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, became the heir of the future Demon Kingdom, loved by everyone in Nazarick. Feeling the care of everyone in Nazarick, Elizabeth laughed, “From today, I can walk sideways in this world.”

Ashveil found himself transmigrated into a vast and perilous world dominated by pirates — a realm where the seas stretched endlessly, and only strength determined one’s destiny. Not long after his arrival, fate threw him into a clash of wills against none other than the world’s strongest man himself. That brief but overwhelming encounter left a mark, and in a twist of fortune, Whitebeard personally acknowledged Ashveil’s spirit and appointed him as the Zero Commander of his mighty fleet. From the very start of his journey, Ashveil awakened the mysterious Conqueror’s System — a cheat-like power that allowed him to grow stronger each day in the most unexpected ways. By simply signing in daily and even doing something as ordinary as basking in the sunlight, his strength would rise steadily toward unimaginable heights. In this ruthless ocean where pirates reigned supreme, Ashveil believed there was no conflict that could not be crushed with a burst of King’s Haki. And if there ever appeared a situation where ordinary Haki was insufficient, he had only one solution: to unleash the overwhelming might of his Haki! For in the end, no apologies were necessary when his Haki was destined to be hundreds of millions of points stronger than anyone else’s. ___ Disclaimer: This story features an overpowered main character, though not at god-tier level from the start. If you dislike OP protagonists, this may not be the story for you. Additionally, the narrative will explore multiverse concepts in the later chapters. ___ Read chapters in advance at [email protected]/Zphyr_ Check out my other fanfics, you might like em.

Rain, a young healer goes on a mission with his friends the Crimson Owl guild, unknown to him that would be his last mission . His guild betrays him and leaves him to die in the dungeon. But fate has other plans for him . He awakened back in his world but with a different body and face after which he meets a mysterious girl who gifts him with powers beyond his comprehension . Now he doesn't just heal, he steals, copies and amplifies abilities as well . With this new power he sets on a journey of revenge against those that betrayed him. Add tags — Manipulation, psychological thrillers and Sadist.

Knowledge is power. Dark magic is forbidden… yet it whispers your name. Every child who grows weary of the ordinary eventually hears the call—an invitation from something greater, ancient, and hungry. Those who answer awaken within the Academy’s walls, willing or not. Here, magic isn’t learned. It is survived. The corridors are carved with failure. Echoes of those who believed talent alone was enough. Graduation isn’t expected. It is a rarity—an honor won through suffering. Most students shatter. Many disappear. And some… die screaming. Do not expect mercy. The instructors will not save you. The Academy gives only fragments—ruined texts, volatile spells, and secrets better left buried. Everything else must be taken with blood, cunning, and a mind unbreakable enough to resist madness. You will enter these gates as nothing more than a fragile human. You will walk through fire, deception, monsters, and the intoxicating pull of forbidden power. And when you leave—if you leave—you will never be ordinary again. Your path will be carved by your own hands. Will you rise as a revered Legend? Ascend as a feared God? Or fall into the abyss as a Demon unmatched and unforgiven? Welcome to the Academy. The horrors inside these walls are nothing compared to what waits beyond them. Survive… or be erased. When water runs dry, blood becomes the only currency. Thank you so much for supporting me on my journey forward. For anyone who has read some of this book it has been taken down and re uploaded after editing since at first it was just my relax book that I wasn’t going to finish anytime soon but I’ve developed a bond with the characters so it will be longer story now. chapters are shorter so they might come out faster. Discord - https://discord.gg/Z26MQ6wGM9 NIGHTFALL. join and fool around with me it’s a new server so it’s lonely. :)