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SCP Foundation: The Sickly Girl Who Controls S-Class Witches

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."
Solyura34 · 934.8k Views

Ascension Code: Reborn in the DC Universe

He was in his early twenties when the world decided to end for him. A computing prodigy, educated at MIT, someone who understood systems, patterns, and limits better than most. In his previous life, power didn’t come from fists, but from the mind — lines of code capable of shaping digital realities. Then he died. And was born again. Reincarnated into the DC Universe as a helpless baby, he grew up in a world where gods walk among humans, where vigilantes defy the impossible, and where power is rarely fair — or free. While others trusted destiny, chance, or inherited gifts, he trusted only one thing: process. Memory intact. Intellect intact. Ambition intact. From an early age, he understood a simple and cruel truth: in that world, those who do not grow are crushed. And so, far from the spotlight of the League, he began to build something forbidden — his own Artificial Intelligence, created not to save the world, but to optimize it. To make him stronger. More efficient. More prepared to survive among monsters, aliens, and symbols. While heroes were born from tragedy, he forged himself in silence. While villains sought external power, he engineered it from within. This is not the story of a chosen one. It is the story of someone who decided to become inevitable. Between code and chaos, science and superhumans, begins the rise of a man who does not believe in miracles — only in evolution. This story was inspired by a fanfiction I read years ago — a work I deeply admire and still reread to this day. Unfortunately, that story was never continued. This project is not a continuation, rewrite, or replacement of that original work. It is an independent story, created with its own plot, characters, and direction, merely inspired by the ideas and feelings that the original story left with me. Out of respect, I want to properly credit the source of my inspiration below: Original Story Title: Pyroclasm (Young Justice SI) Original Author: Fulcon Original Story Link: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/pyroclasm-young-justice-si.664558/ If you enjoyed this story, I highly recommend checking out the original work and supporting its author. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. Criticism and comments are always welcome. Thank you, and enjoy your reading! If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio. Want to read the next chapters before everyone else? Now you can follow advanced chapters for free on my official website! In addition to accessing new content first-hand, you'll also find my other stories and future projects. Access here: [https://parallelworldverse.com/]
Pararaio · 2.5m Views

The Walking Dead: The Apocalypse Queen

Even if you’ve never watched The Walking Dead, you can still enjoy this story! 【Realistic Apocalypse + The Walking Dead Setting + Independent Protagonist】 【Base Building + Survival + Adventure | 】 After transmigrating into the world of The Walking Dead, she becomes the younger sister of Leah from the Reapers—someone who was supposed to die before even appearing in the story. Calista seems to have drawn the worst possible script… a doomed background character. But that’s fine. The situation is still salvageable. The first thing she does after waking up? Cling to the Reapers and secure their protection. While Rick’s group is still struggling with questions of morality and humanity, Calista is already rebuilding order through sheer force. The Governor dares to provoke her? Bombard him. The Whisperers? Erase them. The Commonwealth and CRM? Move aside. Rick stares at his shabby camp in confusion. “Why is everyone running to her side?” Negan flicks the blood off Lucille as the gates of Rock Fortress slowly open behind him. “Damn… because following her means you actually thrive.” Starting with the Reapers as her foundation, Calista rises from a winery stronghold to become a ruler of the apocalypse. From the United States… all the way to Europe. The original plot? Just a reference. From today onward, my territory will define the order of the new world. 【The protagonist is not a saint. She won’t follow or assist Rick’s group blindly. Their paths will cross, but she will build her own empire.】 (No system. Just the realistic rise of an ordinary person in the apocalypse.)
GhostParser · 1.6m Views

Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation with him. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! No mother betrayal either!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/BUnnWjnWZw check out more- https://ko-fi.com/jin_moon Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
Jin_moon · 4.6m Views