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Demon Lord of Dual Cultivation

[Chaotic Neutral , Dark Cultivation World, Dual Cultivation, Refine human] I transmigrated to a Cultivation Realm, seeking enlightenment within the hallowed halls of a righteous sect. But I soon learned that the so-called saints were more monstrous than any demon, devouring the innocent and the weak without a trace. Their "righteousness" was nothing but a gilded excuse for slaughter. "The Great Dao is a boundless sky, yet for me, there is no path, no escape." My name is Jiang Fenghuo. In a world where power is the only truth, I learned that survival is the only war. Born with crippled spiritual roots—a cosmic jest—the path of cultivation was forever barred to me. But fate bestowed upon me the *Golden Light Sutra*, a chance to wrest a sliver of life, a thread of destiny, from the endless cycle of death and rebirth. Blessed, or cursed, with the power of foresight, I swallowed my pride and offered my very flesh as a Human Cauldron to a demonic enchantress. In her arms, I feigned servitude, all to steal the forbidden secrets of her *Human Refining Demon Art*. I stole another man’s remnant-soul master and took her as my own teacher. She schemed to seize my body for her own; I plotted to use her as a stepping stone to immortality. Beneath the veneer of devoted master and disciple was a dance of daggers, a battle of wills where every smile hid a blade. I am not a man driven by greed, yet to claw my way from a pawn to the player, I became the master of the Joyous Dual Cultivation Sect. I was never meant to walk the demonic path. Yet the road of blood became my only way home. Centuries later, the world shudders at the name of the Demon Lord of Dual Cultivation, Jiang FengHuo. I can only sigh. "This life has been too cruel. It forced my hand, drove me down this path. To say one walks on thin ice is merely to describe my existence." At these words, the most powerful cultivators of the age fall to their knees, trembling in terror. "My Lord, please, do not say such things! You are the very pinnacle of righteousness! If one such as you were to be called a devil, then what hope is there for the rest of us? We would all be monsters."
Rivermoon · 24.9k Views

Naruto: An ordinary person preparing for war

Summary A young man awakens in a strange medical tent, his body shattered and his mind barely holding together. Agonizing pain blinds him, and he can’t remember who he is or how he arrived there. A doctor treating him uses mysterious techniques—chakra, glowing hands, strange scrolls—to restore his memory. But the memories that flood into his mind aren’t his. He learns he has taken over the body of Hideki Sosuke, a civilian-born Konoha shinobi whose team was wiped out during the brutal Second Shinobi World War. The real Sosuke died moments before his soul arrived. Now trapped in a borrowed body, the protagonist regains Sosuke’s life story perfectly—yet he has lost all memories of his own past on Earth, not even recalling his name. When the doctor announces the war has just ended, the truth crashes down on him: He knows this world. He knows this timeline. This is the world of Naruto, and the peace is temporary. Another war will erupt in just a few years. Alone, terrified, and caught between two merged souls, he whispers bitterly into the empty room: “Damn you… whoever brought me here.” Author’s Note Thank you so much for reading! More chapters are on the way very soon—I’m working hard to release them regularly, so stay tuned! If you enjoyed this chapter, don’t forget to leave your power stones and share your comments. Your support motivates me to keep writing and helps the story grow! I’d love to hear your thoughts about the characters, the world, and the direction of the plot. Your feedback means a lot to me!
Mr_thank_you · 8.5k Views

Journey Of A Slime To Apex Predator

Deep within the darkest floor of the Dungeon in Asterra continent, a weak mindless creature suddenly awakened. A tiny, weak, nameless slime gained something that no ceature in this world should ever possess: a system, memory, anger, and the ability to evolve. After devouring monsters one by one, the slime begins a ruthless climb toward power. From dissolving goblins in silence to hunting terrifying predators far above its rank, the Dungeon’s lowest creature becomes its most dangerous threat. Skills, mana cores, traits, and abilities, everything becomes fuel for its evolution. And as the slime grows, ancient secrets buried in the world and the divine war stir awake. Because this was no ordinary monster. This slime was never meant to exist. And when it evolves into its peak forms, entire world will fear the creature that crawled from the bottom floor. --- What you can expect from this story (Or at least what I'm trying to write): 1. A ruthless underdog power fantasy with slow, satisfying progression with clear milestones. The MC is not transmigrated human it should be pretty interesting. 2. Dark and gritty Dungeon atmosphere with dangerous ecosystem of various monsters, and environtment. 3. Evolution & System Progression. There will be skill leveling, trait acquisition, and evolutions. Unique new abilities gained from consuming monsters. Multiple evolution paths that affect the plot. Read a few chapters. I hope you will like it. :)
Space_Dementia · 4.1k Views

Shadowstone:Veil of Darkness

In the quiet town of Dharvada, fifteen-year-olds Harun and Sahil live simple lives — until destiny tears open the veil of the ordinary. One night, Sahil dreams of whispering shadows and a voice crying in pain. By morning, his reality begins to blur. That same day, Harun’s grandfather appears with an ancient truth: > “The Dravillian Scantum has opened. You are old enough to face it.” Drawn by curiosity, the two friends step through a shimmering portal behind the temple — into a realm that bends light, time, and truth itself. Within the Scantum, they face the Bhramm Test, a trial that exposes one’s soul. Those who harbor greed are consumed; those who show compassion awaken the Dravillian Stone — the source of a new power. Harun’s kindness earns him the Stone of Lumina, radiant and pure. Sahil’s courage awakens the Stone of Wind Whisper, free yet fragile. Together they survive their first battle — a molten guardian that nearly costs them their lives. When they emerge, the world outside has changed forever. Out of 7,000 entrants, only 1,430 return alive — each carrying a unique Stone: fire, ice, darkness, time, nature, and more. An organization called AATMIK gathers the survivors. It trains “Risers” — warriors who wield their Dravillian power to maintain balance and undertake dangerous missions. Risers are ranked: > Chhaya → Deep → Tej → Vayu → Antariksh → Agya → Moksha (Weakest → Strongest; only seven Moksha exist in the world.) Harun rises as a Tej-rank Light Riser, while Sahil becomes a Vayu-rank Wind Riser. They form a small team with two others: Zoya (Deep Rank – Ice Stone) and Radha (Chhaya Rank – Forest Stone). Their first mission — the Bhouldera Cave Expedition — is classified as Deep-level, yet what waits inside is far beyond their rank. The cave breathes corruption; symbols burn on every wall. Within it lurks Gautam, a rogue Riser obsessed with forbidden power. His strength dwarfs theirs, but Harun’s light refuses to yield. After a brutal fight, Harun defeats Gautam — only for the fallen Riser to unleash the ancient being Azaldera, a sealed Dravillian Spirit of pure chaos. Azaldera’s presence devours light itself. The young team is overwhelmed. In a desperate moment, Zoya sacrifices herself, freezing the creature’s arm to protect Harun. Her last words fall like snow: > “You always shine too bright… Harun.” Her death shatters him. Moksha-level Risers arrive too late, sealing Azaldera again — but Harun’s spirit breaks beyond repair. Days fade into silence. Once radiant and kind, Harun withdraws from everyone. His light dims; his guilt grows. Sahil watches helplessly as his friend whispers to himself: > “If light can’t save… then what’s the point of shining?” Even Radha’s quiet care can’t reach him. What was once warmth becomes shadow — a slow, inward eclipse. Meanwhile, far away in the frozen peaks of Zarvath, a new storm gathers. Rohan, known to the world as the Crisislord, has collected the Seven Dravillian Stones: 1. Yosh — Stone of Raw Force 2. Mrityu — Stone of Death 3. Amrit — Stone of Immortality 4. Agnivaan — Stone of Fireblades 5. Kaalnetra — Stone of Time Vision 6. Zarqon — Stone of Darkness Control 7. Aetherium — Stone of Celestial Gravity With these, he bends reality itself. His eyes turn toward Harun — not out of hatred, but curiosity. For Rohan knows that when light falls, it births the purest darkness. As AATMIK scrambles to prepare for an inevitable war between light and shadow, Harun sits beneath a dim sky, haunted by Zoya’s voice and the echo of his own fading power. Somewhere within that silence, his light begins to twist — not dying, but transforming. And when it returns… the world will never be the same again.
Md_fahad_Kashif · 2.1k Views