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I Died 2,000 Years Ago: The Underworld Fears Me

Ren Wu died once. Two thousand years ago, he was the Imperial Chancellor who governed Hell itself—an Auditor who enforced cosmic law, taxed gods, and sentenced demons with a brushstroke. Then Heaven and Hell cooperated. He was assassinated before he could finish signing a decree meant to fix the cycle of reincarnation. Now, he has awakened in the body of a dying factory owner at the bottom of the modern Underworld. His wealth is his health. His business is survival. His enemies are corporations, gangs, ancient clans—and the government of Hell. While others cultivate to become immortal heroes, Ren Wu cultivates assets. He monopolizes supply chains. He weaponizes contracts. He turns gangs into employees. He turns ancient cultivation manuals into corrected instruction manuals. To Ren Wu, modern cultivators are not warriors. They are illiterate workers using corrupted translations of Hell’s employee handbooks. As Ren rebuilds his corporate empire, fragments of his sealed memories return… Why did his archaeologist parents send him an ancient coffin before vanishing? Why does the Administration desperately want him erased? Why does every ancient family’s sacred art trace back to Hell? To uncover the truth, Ren Wu must do what he does best: Acquire political shields. Build unions. Exploit loopholes. Rewrite laws. Because in this world… You don’t punch judges. You don’t sue gangsters. And you never fight the system. You become the system.
orionbeast · 43.7k Views

Dragon Ball Super Across The Multiverses: Marvel, DC, Anime

‎[Warning: This story contains extreme sex scenes of different genders, violence, gore, sexual violence, and dark themes similar to Berserk and Hellsing. It is not suitable for most readers. Proceed only if you are comfortable with very heavy content.] ‎ ‎After the Tournament of Power ended, Android 17 stood before the Super Dragon Balls and made his selfless wish: to restore all the erased universes. The dragon granted it without hesitation. ‎ ‎But no one knew that buried deep inside the wish, hidden in the smallest crack of reality, was a name no one had spoken in billions of years. ‎ ‎Kuma. ‎ ‎The first child of the Dragon God Zalama. ‎The older brother of the Grand Priest. ‎The original being of darkness. ‎ ‎When the light of the wish touched the void, Kuma opened his eyes for the first time since his imprisonment. He was taller than his younger brother—towering, beautiful, and terrible. Black wings made of living shadow spread from his back. His skin was black like coal on bone, and his eyes burned with the cold fire of a dying star. ‎ ‎The moment he returned, the dark energy sealed inside him for eons exploded outward. It was strong enough to erase the entire multiverse in a single breath. ‎ ‎The Grand Priest felt his brother awaken. He appeared instantly, staff in hand, face calm but sad. ‎ ‎“Kuma,” he said softly. “You should not have come back.” ‎ ‎Kuma only smiled. ‎ ‎Then he reached out, grabbed his younger brother by the throat, and crushed the Grand Priest’s head like a ripe fruit. Golden blood and silver halo fragments rained across the sacred world of the gods. ‎ ‎With the Grand Priest dead, the balance broke. The chains that held the ancient evils snapped. Creatures far older and crueler than Demons, Angels, or Gods poured into every universe like a black flood. ‎ ‎The slaughter began. ‎ ‎Beerus was torn in half by a single claw. ‎Whis had his spine ripped out and used as a whip against the other Angels. ‎Belmod, Quitela, Sidra— The god's of Destruction were hunted down and butchered. Their bodies were hung from the ruins of their own planets like trophies. ‎ ‎On Earth, the Z Fighters made their final stand. ‎ ‎Gohan died shielding Pan from a monster that wore the skins of dead Kaioshin. ‎Piccolo’s arms were pulled off and his heart eaten while he still screamed. ‎Krillin’s head was crushed under a boot. ‎Vegeta fought until his final explosion took a thousand enemies with him—but it wasn’t enough. ‎Bulma was dragged away screaming by laughing shadow-beasts and was never seen alive again. ‎ ‎Chi-Chi and Goten were violated in front of Goku by creatures that fed on despair, then erased so completely that even their souls ceased to exist. ‎ ‎Goku himself was broken, beaten, bleeding. He watched everything he loved die or worse. ‎ ‎At the end, even Grand Zeno tried to fix it. The little Omni-King appeared with tears on his face, hands glowing, ready to erase the entire timeline and start over. ‎ ‎But Kuma was faster. ‎ ‎He murdered Zeno’s two royal guards in a spray of blood and bone. Then he forced the child-god to his knees, after a brutal battle, that lasted for weeks. With a cruel smile, Kuma made a wish on the Super Dragon Balls that still floated obediently in the void: ‎ ‎“Seal Zeno forever beneath my throne. Let him watch everything burn, unable to lift a finger.” ‎ ‎Super Shenron’s eyes flashed. Chains of black fire wrapped around Zeno and dragged him screaming into an endless crystal prison deep under Kuma’s newly built palace of screaming souls. ‎ ‎Darkness swallowed the multiverse. ‎ ‎The few survivors—broken warriors, terrified mortals, hiding gods—crawled into cracks between dimensions, praying the shadows would not find them. ‎ ‎Most of the dead were thrown into a new, deeper Hell where demons far worse than anything in King Yama’s domain waited with hungry smiles. ‎ ‎Others were simply erased forever, as if they had never been born at all. ‎
YoungRuler1 · 49.8k Views

The Omniscient System

“Again?” The word drips with ridicule. Achilles stands before the testing pillar— for the twenty-first time. “Why is he even here?” “Level one in his entire life—what a joke.” “Just admit it. You’re born useless.” He ignores them. His palm presses against the cold stone. The metal gong screams to life. 1.1. 1.2. 1.4— The laughter dies. The crowd leans in. “Wait… is it moving?” “No way—he’s breaking through—” 1.6. 1.8. Achilles’ heart hammers. This time… this time I won’t fail. The numbers tremble— Then plummet. 0.5. Silence. Then chaos. “HAHAHAHA!” “Twenty-one tries and still worse than before!” “Give up, Achilles. You’re not meant for cultivation.” He walks away, spine straight, soul shattered. That night, he goes to tell the one person who should still believe in him. The door opens. His best friend. His fiancée. The same bed. The same betrayal. Something inside him dies. Hours later, drunk and hollow, Achilles stands before his family’s ancestral wishing well. “If fate exists,” he whispers, voice breaking, “then why am I the only one it hates?” The world spins. He slips. He falls. Bone cracks. Darkness consumes him. Then— A book erupts from the depths of the well, blazing with ancient light. It slams into his mind. A voice—cold, absolute—resounds through the void. “Omniscient System… activated.” And the man the world mocked is about to learn everything.
Skyler_west · 7.4k Views