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Armor Link: The Armorless Legend

(27/1/2026) Author note: ​[WARNING: EXTREME SLOW BURN / DEEP WORLD-BUILDING] This isn't your typical instant-op story. It’s a journey of a man building a legend from scratch. If you prefer high-stakes engineering and real character growth over mindless, face-slapping... Synopsis: For ten years, Lawson was the undisputed God of the mobile game "Armor Link". In the virtual world, he saved galaxies; in reality, he was a "loser" working a dead-end mall job, mocked for his "childish" obsession. ​Then, the servers crashed. Forever. ​But the nightmare was just beginning. The "Shadow-Mimics" from the game began devouring reality. As blood stained the mall floors, A mysterious prompt appeared before him : [Armor Linked: YES / NO?] ( One time hero pass for Lawson ) ​While the next wave of monsters is rampaging,others gained flashy powers and became "Heroes" to Save The World, Lawson—the veteran who knew every boss’s weakness and every hidden mechanic—received nothing . In a world where Armor is survival, the Legendary Veteran was disqualified. But as the dust settled, a new notification flickered in his eyes: ​​[Veteran Save-Data Detected. Forced Authorization Granted: SSS-Rank Gearsmith] ​The world thinks he’s just a support worker, a mere mechanic for the "real" heroes. They are wrong. Lawson knows what the others don't: The game was never just a game. ​He doesn't need a suit of armor to be a god. As a Gearsmith, he doesn't just fix the armor—he controls the very laws they are built on. ​He is not only a Gearsmith. He is the chosen world saviour... ​[Game Fusion] [Veteran Protagonist] [Hidden Power] [Non-Armor Lead][SSS to God-tier]
Zester1215 · 10.2k Views

I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.
alvahraaaa · 4.5k Views

First Star: I Become God Emperor Of A Galactic Empire

The galaxy was not ruled by gods. Until the empire decided it needed one. Cornelius 'Orn' Reese, the youngest admiral in Aegean history, was never meant to live long. As the son of the Grand Imperator, his life was a political resource—spent the moment it became convenient. That moment came when he was married to the Grand Princess of the Aegean Empire, elder twin to the Emperor, a living oracle whose psionic Far Sight allows her to glimpse the patterns of the future. She is revered as a holy figure. She is rumored to be cursed. And she has outlived twenty-six husbands. Orn was meant to be the twenty-seventh. When assassination comes—and fails—the empire scrambles to contain the fallout. To preserve stability, the Grand Princess and the Empress Dowager rewrite the truth: Orn did not survive by chance. He survived because he was chosen. A divine son who endured unseen enemies through overwhelming psionic will. The lie takes root. The people believe. Bound by propaganda, trapped in a marriage designed to kill him, and forced to take a rival from his academy days as a concubine to secure his father’s legacy, Orn is promoted rather than buried. Given command of a single frigate, he is sent to the Stellaris Cluster—a relic-choked frontier where empires test their young and discard their failures. There, Orn builds his force from pariahs, survivors, and political refuse. As ancient powers awaken and war intensifies, the myth surrounding him begins to grow faster than the empire can control. The throne was never meant for him. But the stars are already kneeling.
Anone · 6.2k Views