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System's Feeder: If I Don't Obey, It Devours Me

—WEBNOVEL SPIRITY AWARDS 2026 ENTRY— [You Have a New Quota!] Hello, Servant.   It's time to feed your Lord.   You understand, don't you? Blood Quota — 0/????? ml   Time Remaining: 04:00:00 [WARNING]  If the required quota is not met, the automatic consumption protocol will activate.   The System is hungry. To feed itself, it will devour a random part of your body. --- When rifts tore open between Earth and the Underworld, humanity found salvation in the Sentinels—warriors bonded to magical rings, gifted with the power to fight back the endless tide of monsters. Blake should have been one of the greatest. Born into a legendary bloodline. Raised in privilege. Expected to inherit a legacy of power. But Blake has a problem. He can't use magic. And worse—he's terrified. Of monsters. Of pain. Of the very combat that defines what it means to survive. When his father delivers an ultimatum that will exile him from everything he's ever known, Blake is forced into a final exam he has no hope of passing. Then the monsters come. His team dies. And in his final moments, as something monstrous devours him whole, a crimson window appears in the darkness: [Do you accept the Blood Pact?] Now, Blake is no longer human. He is a Servant—bound to an ancient entity that feeds on blood and cares nothing for his survival. Every few days, a quota appears. Every quota demands thousands of milliliters of blood. If he fails to deliver, the System doesn't negotiate. It takes payment from his own body. Piece by piece. While the world celebrates Sentinels as humanity's protectors, Blake must become something else entirely—a hunter in the shadows, stealing blood to survive another day. In a world where heroes fight monsters to save lives… Blake must kill them to keep his own. --- How much of yourself would you sacrifice to survive? How far would you go when failure means losing everything—one piece at a time?
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Rise of the Disgraced

Born into a poor family with no magical background, he grew up skinny, weak, and constantly looked down on. Unlike the gifted students around him, he possessed no magical talent, only relentless determination. But his greatest enemy was never his circumstances. It was his closest friend. The one he trusted most, who stood by him, consoled him, and swore loyalty. What he didn't know was that behind every kind word, his friend was already scheming, poisoning everything he had built. Behind his back, that same friend spread false rumors, manipulated others against him, and slowly destroyed his reputation. And when he was at his lowest, that friend stole the one person who made him feel understood, his girlfriend, and used her betrayal as the final blow. Rumors spread that he slept with women for money. People were disgusted. Friends turned away. Strangers sneered. His reputation was left in ruins before he ever had a chance to defend it. At the Scholars' University, he worked harder than anyone else. Yet no matter how much effort he gave, he remained painfully average, crushed by stress, humiliation, and betrayal. When his miserable life finally ends, he expects nothing. Instead, he wakes up in the past. This time, he comes back with something no one expected him to have. The full picture. The names. The truth behind every smile that was never real. Will he seek revenge on the friend who ruined him… or will he rise so high that betrayal can never touch him again?
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I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!

After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder. The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other. The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter. Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human. Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food. Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead. The first step was to improve his life. What, the beastmen do not know how to farm? No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter. Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks! Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste. Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death. Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life. It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end. Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you! And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me! ... Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!
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