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Gray Kyojin, a troubled teen lost in his own self-doubt, succumbs to the overwhelming pressure moving forward and attempts to take his own life. But instead of death, he’s thrust into another world—a second chance at life. Yet, his journey is far from easy. Confronted by villains, monsters, and forces that threaten to corrupt everything, Gray must rise, fall, and learn through every struggle. Though he dreams of becoming a hero, the road is long, and even with a third chance at life, Gray isn't perfect. Through every victory and defeat, he must find the strength to move forward—learning what it truly means to be a hero in a world that isn't kind to those who falter.

He won her in a bidding war. She expected chains. Instead, he offered chaos, and something dangerously close to freedom. Anastasia was raised in the temple, carved from childhood with sacred runes. Each one a blood-soaked tribute to the gods she never chose. A weapon, a symbol, a prize passed from hand to hand, a body to be used and sold. When the temples auction her off, she’s prepared to survive whatever comes next. She’s not prepared for him. Malvor, the God of Chaos, is all smirks and swagger, crowned in mischief and dressed like temptation itself. But beneath the theatrics is a being hiding his own scars. Some emotional, some eternal. He doesn’t want obedience. He wants fire, challenge and most dangerous of all her. And Anastasia? She’s done playing the part of the willing doll. She’s dangerous, defiant, and not afraid to bite the hand that tries to claim her. Now, caught in a realm where illusions have teeth and gods play games with mortal lives, the only thing more reckless than trusting Malvor… is falling for him. This isn’t a love story. It’s healing wrapped in heat. It’s trauma, chaos, and slow, aching desire. It starts with a woman who was never meant to survive. But did. And came back sharper.

What is a mage? A mage is one who can do anything. A true mage can solve any problem with spells. And if a spell does not yet exist to solve that problem— then the mage will create one. Destructive power is merely a byproduct of magic. The true strength of magic lies in creativity. Knowledge is power. And above the mage… what lies beyond?

After dying to save a child, a 22-year-old medical student is reborn as Sam Barton in the deadly world of The Vampire Diaries . He is not defenseless; he's armed with a powerful "Clone Sovereign System" and complete knowledge of the tragic plot to come . Refusing to let his new friends suffer their canonical fates, Sam uses his clones to change destiny—saving Vicki from undeath , romancing Caroline , and even sacrificing his own power to cure Sheriff Forbes' fatal cancer . But his interventions have consequences, and now ancient monsters like Katherine and Klaus have a new, unpredictable target on their radar .

As a soon-to-be chieftain, Ashlani's responsibilities were numerous, complex, and often boring. As a recently reincarnated keelish (a reptilian pest), his responsibilities only extend to 1. survive another day, 2. keep his belly full, and 3. kill anything that keeps him from numbers 1 and 2. Oh, and, if the opportunity arises, take revenge on his friend turned brother turned murderer. Ashlani was sent on his inaugural hunt as the chieftain-to-be of his tribe when he was shot in the back by the man he was closest to, the one he called his closest friend. Post-mortem, he was greeted by a [System], the elect, singular keelish representative. Now, his focus must be on continuous growth and evolution, to awaken to his grand potential, and lead his new people to a new age. This is a reboot of my previous novel, Ashlani's Reincarnation, a grimdark take on a LitRPG reincarnation novel. This is a slower, more methodical approach to story, and I hope that its quality will reflect that. I update five times a week, usually weekdays, but if I miss a weekday, I make it up over the weekend.

In a universe where humanity spans countless star systems, power is no longer measured by wealth or rank, but by mastery over Ribbon Circuits, living threads of energy woven through flesh and machine. Kaelen, reincarnated from Earth, awakens in the Core, the political and military heart of civilization. Within him lies the encrypted legacy of the First Ribbon Scientist, the genius who fused cultivation with advanced technology. Unlike traditional warriors, Kaelen does not merely wield Ribbons. He engineers them. Clad in heavy crimson war armour threaded with luminous circuitry, he stands at the intersection of Man, Machine, and Magic. Beside him, though the galaxy knows her by another name, stands Seraphine Vale, the universe’s most celebrated stage goddess. Bathed in silver light, she commands billions with a microphone in hand. Yet beyond the stage, she is something far more dangerous: a strategic military commander whose voice can mobilize fleets as easily as it moves crowds. On stage, she shines like a celestial idol. On the battlefield, she is absolute. But beyond the mapped galaxies, the boundary of the universe is thinning. Ancient forces older than Ribbon, older than humanity, press silently against the veil. The ruling councils sense disturbances in the cosmic lattice, yet the truth remains buried. Higher beings are watching, and something is preparing to cross. As humanity celebrates its golden age of expansion, Kaelen’s engineered Ribbons begin reacting to signals that should not exist. The war for civilization has not yet begun. It is about to.

He transmigrated into the medieval age, becoming a young man named Phield. He soon learned that in this world, only women had the chance to awaken as Divine Chosen, each possessing wildly different powers. Phield hadn’t even had time to feel relieved— when his useless father and vicious stepmother were already planning to exile him to open up a barren wasteland crawling with monsters. And even worse—no, far worse than that. The rot had already spread through the entire empire… perhaps even the entire world. Brutal nobles, cultists who worshipped dark elves, unspeakable horrors, and schemes lurking everywhere— all of it relentlessly persecuting Phield himself. Fine. Fine. Fine. Fine. Very well. Since you all want to play this way— then I’ll stop pretending to be human altogether. My sister’s territory is a hundred times richer than mine? I’ll take it by force. My younger brother is peacefully farming and herding sheep in his domain? I’ll take that too. Those pitiful non-human races are so poor they have nothing left? Then I’ll take all the beauties. The Elf Queen: “Where is my World Tree?!” The Human Overlord: “Where did my treasury go?!” The Demon King: “Why has my entire succubus legion been taken?!” Phield: “This rotten world… might as well smash it to pieces.” —————————————————— For Every 350 Powerstones I Receive ，I’II Release A Bonus Chapter Weekly！（Additional 2 chapter） For Every 500 Powerstones I Receive ，I’II Release A Bonus Chapter Weekly！（Additional 3 chapter）

To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one… fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while… because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me… live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • VERY slow-paced • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k

Transported to Toril, Anser quickly realizes one terrible truth: The Weave has collapsed—again. With magic spiraling out of control and rumors of the Spellplague resurfacing, Faerûn descends into chaos. When creatures from the Underdark assault Baldur’s Gate, the arcane order of the world begins to crumble. But for Anser, this disaster is also an opportunity. Armed with metamagic, leveling progression, and the roll of the d20, he steps onto a path that will take him through Neverwinter, the Abyss, the Nine Hells, Mount Celestia, the Shadowfell, and the Feywild—where dragons rule the skies and gods gamble with fate. In a world where magic is broken, only those who can bend it will survive. .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.

Some secrets are rooted so deep, even time can't wither them. I was a girl trapped in a world of silence, and he was the star-born legacy I was never supposed to touch. One night of desperate choices bound our souls together in chains we couldn't see. I thought I could walk away. I thought I could keep the truth hidden under the weight of my own broken heart. But you can't bury the truth when it has his eyes and his fire. Now, five years later, the branches of our past are reaching out to pull us back together. My son is the secret that links us forever—a secret that was never mine to keep, but always His. In a world where love is a forbidden fruit and every truth is a weapon, can I protect my child from the man who owns my past? Or will the chains of our history drag us both down into the abyss? He is the storm. I am the silence. And our secret is the only thing left to burn.

Mana is the essence of the soul and what builds up life, those who are able to manipulate this energy are labelled as Witches. But as a minority, they were hunted nearly to extinction during the Dark Ages, but due to their perseverance they have survived until now. Even then the Witches now are nothing but used as tools, a Witch walking the same streets as a human is unheard of and even shamed, even having a Witch as a family member would end up in prejudice by others.

One moment, a logistics manager is facing a fatal collision on I-94; the next, he wakes up in the wiry, youthful body of Glenn Rhee, staring at a pizza delivery uniform in a blood-stained Atlanta office. Transmigrated into the onset of the walker outbreak, he discovers he isn't just lucky—he’s evolving through a Minor Regeneration and Infection Immunity system that makes his blood the ultimate hidden treasure in a world of rot. As he joins Rick Grimes’ group, he must navigate the internal friction of the Greene farm while his Danger Sense pulses like a physical weight, warning him of threats that haven't even stepped out of the woods yet. With a Photographic Memory that allows him to master any weapon or medicinal herb after a single glance, he works to prevent the tragedies he remembers from his previous life’s media. Between dodging Shane’s deteriorating sanity and scavenging for a group that views him as their most reliable scout, Glenn realizes that while his powers help him survive a bite, they won't stop a bullet to the head or the crushing weight of leadership in a world where the living are far more dangerous than the dead.

When the sky tore open and dimensions collided, Ji-hu lost everything. In sixty seconds, the world ended. Roads became alien landscapes. Monsters poured through reality's broken seams. Ji-hu's parents died. His fourteen-year-old sister Hana saved him from drowning. And in the chaos, he killed something with his bare hands—an act that would haunt him for years. In the aftermath, the survivors changed. Some awakened with powers tied to what they endured during that first minute. Fire for those who burned. Water for those who drowned. Strength for those who refused to die. Hana awakened the next day, became a prodigy, rose to S-rank—the highest tier of hunters who now fight to reclaim a broken world. Ji-hu awakened three years later. Too late. Too weak. D-rank, the lowest rung, with unstable dual affinities that sputter and fail when he needs them most. Taken in by Yuna, a shopkeeper with her own losses and a small dojo she's trying to turn into a guild, Ji-hu begins the long climb from nothing. But something is different about him. His growth doesn't match his rank. His power grows twice as fast as it should. And deep inside, a mark he doesn't understand is changing everything. As Ji-hu fights alongside Yuna—clearing small zones, gathering artifacts, building something from nothing—he begins to close the gap between himself and the sister he could never protect. But the world is changing again. Bigger threats are coming. And the rift in the sky is still there, waiting, unreachable. Somewhere on the other side, something is watching. And it's not done with Earth yet. --- A story about family, loss, and the slow climb from nothing. About the gap between who we are and who we need to become. And about the marks we carry—visible and hidden—that shape our fate.

Dungeons are not places one stumbles into. Those who enter are chosen—pulled from their lives and forced to survive in a world ruled by monsters, magic, and unforgiving rules. He was never meant to be there. A college student with an ordinary life and an unspoken crush, his fate changes in a single moment of instinct. When a strange light surrounds someone else, he steps in to save her—and is dragged into a dungeon he was never selected for. Inside, the dungeon refuses to acknowledge his existence. No guidance. No rewards. No protection. While others grow stronger through the dungeon’s system, he must survive without it—learning through pain, failure, and observation. Traps ignore him, but monsters do not. Power does not come freely, and every mistake leaves a mark. As he struggles to stay alive in a world that treats him as an error, unsettling questions begin to surface. The dungeon follows rules too precise to be natural, and survival feels less like a trial and more like part of something larger. Rejected by the dungeon and forced to walk a path no one was meant to take, he must uncover one truth to survive: What happens to someone who exists inside a system that refuses to recognize them?

In the Seventeenth World, only ten percent have power. Ruo Kotaro is not one of them. He is the weakest human... invisible, forgotten, alone. Until he meets Kent Long, the strongest human, beneath the World Tree. But their world is not what it seems. It is an orphan... torn from a greater multiverse by a collision of titans. And watching from the shadows is a man with no name. Black eyes like an abyss. A face that shows nothing. He awakened at six in a world where only one percent have power. He walked the eighth path... Betrayal. He holds a blueprint no one else knows exists. He could have been king. He refused the crown. He could have sat on the throne. He refused the seat of power. Now the Illimitable Court has placed a bounty on him. Dead or alive or half dead. The Judgement Board shows a blank where his name should be—first position, most wanted, most dangerous. Hunters will come. Choices will be made. Bonds will break. Four orphans. One kingless world. One who refused everything. And the King of Evil, waiting in the shadows. Some thrones are not taken. They are earned. Some kings are not born. They are chosen. But this is not only the story of the world seventeen. This is the story of someone who belongs to Omniranked world two who walks between the worlds.

A certain ageless fae sorceress’s quest to carouse with any and all available he-humans will accidentally reshape the history of Runeterra.

Alaric Hildebrand—the eldest heir to the Lord of Vaelcryss, House Hildebrand. A cruel betrayal forcibly wiped out his family. "It's my fault for falling for that girl," Alaric lamented regretfully. What should have been a happy day had turned into a stabbing without any harm. He swore revenge if he were to come back to life, even if it meant sacrificing everything he owned. –I Died on My Wedding Day

Meet Jay who finds out what his destinay in this story "New Rulers"

Orion awakens in Runeterra, thrust into the events of Arcane's timeline. Will his presence bring salvation or disaster? Read for yourself to see what is left in his wake!

Kenji is eleven years old and lives in a village where winter never forgives. He trains alone — no one to take him, no one watching. He dreams of being as powerful as his father someday. Of proving to himself that he can. Tomorrow is his birthday. And for the first time in a long time, things seem to be going well. Some things don't last.