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Heroine-Saving System: Reborn In A Third-Rate Manga As The Protagonist

“So I’m the one who has to do the work of the Protagonist in this life?” ... Mateo Estes was never supposed to be anything special. He was an orphan abandoned by his shelter at seventeen, and a young man who floated between one miserable job to the next, he had learned very early that life would not hand him miracles. Stability came only after years of grinding, after sharing rooms with strangers, after budgeting every cent until he could finally afford a cramped one-bedroom apartment. His biggest achievement was not glamorous, but it was his: a career as one of FaceLive’s most ruthless anime and manga reviewers, a voice that could destroy or crown a series with a single stream. By the time he turned twenty, Mateo had built a loyal following through a single, brutal principle: honesty. If a story was trash, he said it. If a heroine was written like a cardboard prop, he mocked it. If the worldbuilding fell apart, he tore it limb from limb. His latest target was a manga with a famously long title…「Ore wa shujinkō dakara, mochiron utsukushii hiroin-tachi o sukuu!」, a series recommended endlessly by viewers who insisted he would love the setting. And he did… at first. The Crest power system had potential, the academy concept was refreshing, and the political tension of the Great Clans gave it weight. But everything collapsed under horrendous execution: heroines who fell in love because the protagonist breathed near them, plot armor thicker than steel, and a President’s daughter powerful enough to defeat an A-rank monster getting kidnapped by a C-rank rookie. It was, in Mateo’s words, peak stupidity. He rated it a 3/10 on stream, roasted it for several minutes, and logged off feeling lighter than he had all week. Even a $10,000 donation couldn’t compare to the satisfaction of honest critique. He slept peacefully that night, unaware that the universe had taken his rant personally. When Mateo awoke, nothing was familiar. His apartment layout had shifted, the cheap furniture replaced, and when he reached the bathroom mirror, a stranger stared back… a six-foot blond hunk with defined muscles, sharp features, and the exact face of the protagonist. If that wasn’t bad enough, he got his System shortly after 「Role Assigned: Protagonist」 「Mission: Save the Heroines」 「Failure: Erasure」 He was cooked…
Izana07 · 270.5k Views

Warhammer: I Don't Want to Became An Evil God!!

The galaxy's era of decline has arrived, and the Cadia Fortress was destroyed by the Chaos Army. Cracks appeared in the subspace, and countless terrifying monsters and demon armies of the Old Night emerged. Alex accidentally traveled to this desperate era and became the Emperor's living saint, responsible for tricking players into working in the Warhammer universe. Since then, the style of this desperate galaxy has completely changed. "In such a big galaxy, there is not even a Colossus of Heavenly Punishment. This is a shame for all the players in the stars. Brothers, work hard to mine, build Colossi, and create wonders." "I am the chosen one of the gods. Those oil men on Mars dared to question my design. They are heretics. We must declare war." "A small galaxy actually has so many races, such as bugs, ribs, greenskins, and titanium. Isn't this a betrayal to the Emperor? Immediately launch the world-destroying Heavenly Punishment and implement the extinction plan." "If we can't save mankind, let the galaxy burn. From the hazy star field to the far eastern frontier, start a war and let the stars fall." "Who told you that Terra is orthodox? The place where the Thirteenth Master is is orthodox. Whoever disagrees, start a war." "Everyone who has played it knows that this Warhammer game is really great. Look, the Emperor has given me another task, asking us to go to Baal to fight the Zerg and resurrect the Archangel." PS: This is MTL
Brick_Boiiiy · 179.1k Views

The Dark Lord's Second Chance

[⚠️ Warning: English not my prior language, so if any grammatical and any kind of mistakes are expected. please let me know to correct it if you find any.] They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then... [Discord: https://discord.gg/MYvk4cMUsx]
SomeElfGuy · 21.1k Views

The Price of Ascent

(this novel will have 5 chapters per week Monday to Friday and 1500+ words per chapter or 10 chapters 1000+ words each. ) Two souls. One ritual. A world where mercy is an extinct concept. When Oliver and Emmet are ripped from the mundane comfort of Earth, they don't awaken to the gilded halls of royalty or the benevolent gaze of a king. Instead, they claw their way out of the suffocating silence of The Mourning Wilds, a primordial forest where the air tastes of rot and ancient malice. Surrounding them are the cooling, mangled corpses of the Covenant of the Last Breath—cultists who didn't just summon them, but fed their own vital organs into a ritual pyre to bridge the gap between worlds. There is no guiding system. No radiant Saint. No tutorial. There is only the damp earth, the stench of sacrifice, and the dawning realization that they are utterly alone in a realm that views them as foreign parasites. Before their arrival, a "Goddess" bestowed upon them abilities that defy the laws of physics—powers that feel less like gifts and more like tumors growing within their souls. In a world where the ceiling of strength has been shattered, Oliver and Emmet find their power accelerating with terrifying speed. But in the Mourning Wilds, growth is not a triumph; it is a dinner bell. The Goddess they look to for salvation is not a protector—she is a scavenger. She has no use for the weak, and in her eyes, a Hero who cannot survive the first night is merely wasted fertilizer for her grand design. As the duo treks through miles of untamed, shifting wilderness to find a civilization that may not even want them, the true horror of their existence begins to unfurl. The "debt" of their summoning was not paid in full by the cultists' deaths; it is an ongoing interest collected in blood and sanity. Every time they draw upon their "god-like" abilities, they lose a piece of their humanity, unknowingly replaced by something cold, vast, and hungry. A twisted power—a shadow of the Void and its King—stalks them through the trees. It does not want to kill them quickly; it wants to harvest the strength they have cultivated. They slowly uncover the sickening reality of their roles. Heroes are not saviors; they are disposable pawns. They are "cattle of the gods," sent to be fattened on power only to be slaughtered at the peak of their strength to reshape the world in a deity’s fractured image. For Oliver, the revelation is a death sentence for his heart. He will soon discover that in this world, weakness is a sin punished by the merciless annihilation of everything he holds dear. They are not the protagonists of a grand adventure—they are the prey in a cosmic hunt. Unimaginable horrors await in their ascent to power. As they grow stronger, the shadows grow longer, and the King of the Void draws closer, waiting to collect the final payment for a life they never asked for.
jade_astra · 20k Views

Inventory of HSR: Whose Characters Will Break After Seeing the Truth?

The Live Broadcast Room descends upon the Honkai: Star Rail Universe and Teyvat. The broadcast starts immediately with the future plot, the Penacony chapter! Aventurine: Three gambling chips are enough, all, or nothing! Firefly: I dreamed of a barren land, a new sprout breaking through the earth... Moths flocking to the flame, born to die! Acheron: May death end your long, drawn-out dream... leading you back to the world of clarity. Mikhail: Having reached the end of the journey of life, I will leave this self-proclaimed precious flame in the deepest part of the dream, hoping to pass it on to the nameless guests of the next generation. Ternan: Some things, even if meaningless, must ultimately be done. Until the very end, Sunday descends! “I shall ascend to the heavens, transforming into the Sun in the sky.” “Multitudes shall flourish eagerly beneath my light, and all evil shall have no place to hide.” “If your paradise can save more people, then cut off my path forward with your own hands.” The First Day granted truth. The Second Day granted the calendar. The Third Day granted language. ... Prepare to witness, the Primal Order is at hand! Want even more content? Join the inner circle on my patreon.com/Hotaru12, your support fuels these projects, and in return, you unlock exclusive early access for future chapters. Check out the tiers for exclusive perks. 2 Chapter Release Every Monday, Wednesday, And Friday 1pm @GMT+8
Hotaru12 · 129k Views

[Paused] Dharmik Chetrapal

"Power begets misfortune", Karn's late father told him once. Guided by his father's wisdom, he cherished the idea of leading an unremarkable life, blending seamlessly into the vast sea of humanity on lower Earth. He yearned to be a mere speck in the crowd, shielded from the misfortunes that often accompanied power and attention. Karn believed that by avoiding the pursuit of power, he could escape the hardships and challenges that come with it. Karn intentionally avoided any opportunities that could propel him into the limelight. He sought solace in the mundane and ordinary, content with a simple existence free from the burdens of power and its accompanying tribulations. Karn's aspiration was to lead a quiet life, untouched by the trials and misfortunes that he believed were inherent to a life of influence and authority. However, life never goes the way we plan. In the twilight of his lengthy and sorrowful existence as a Military Priest, a designation that had lost its true meaning after the Cataclysm, he found himself ensnared in a web of deceit. Captured through treachery, he was subjected to a mock trial where he was falsely accused and unjustly labeled a criminal. After two decades of imprisonment, Karn is finally freed, only to be thrust into a war that contradicts his desire for a non-reactive life again. With his weakened state at the end of his life, he sacrifices his remaining life force to protect his mother's legacy, that he had ran away from for so long. As he slips into unconsciousness, a mystical seal is broken, revealing an alternate reality. Karn must now face a new destiny and attempt to defy the misfortunes that have plagued him for two centuries. Along the way, he seeks to understand the true significance of the blessings he received in the Hell dimension and unravel the intentions of the enigmatic figure he calls God. In this world of sages, prana, mantras, and mystical beings, Karn's journey unfolds across diverse realms, where mortality and divinity intertwine.
iceadobe · 75.2k Views