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My Cute Spouse Is The Strongest Assassin But He's SUPER HYPER!!

***WARNING!!!! 21+ AREA ONLY! BE WISE TO CHOOSE WHAT YOU READ!*** Calian Larvin is the youngest son of the Duke Larvin family, the strongest noble house that highly values power throughout the entire Empire. At the age of twelve, during the talent confirmation ritual at the Great Temple, Calian is declared to have no abilities or to be 'empty'. However, amidst this verdict, Calian sees a truth unknown to others: he possesses a mysterious power called [Time Loop]. Deemed a disgrace and a burden, Calian is immediately banished to the secluded West Pavilion by his father. He lived in the west pavilion with renewed determination, because his mother had given him the freedom to develop his blessing to become strong again. No one in his family knew about Calian's [Time Loop] power. It is there that fate leads him to meet a severely injured beastfolk. Calian nurses him back to health and that beastfolk name is Wolvin. They live together in the isolation of the West Pavilion, sharing the silence and gradually growing close until the seeds of love blossom between them. Life takes a monumental turn when Calian not only realizes that Wolvin is a [True Assassin], one of the strongest classes in existence. Following a heartfelt proposal, Calian and Wolvin marry, forming an unexpected bond. The surprises, however, don't stop there, as Calian must confront the reality that his spouse, the formidable True Assassin, turns out to be SUPER HYPER! Fully equipped with his newfound mastery over time, Calian decides to leave the empty luxury behind. Together with Wolvin, Calian chooses the path of an adventurer, commencing a journey to challenge the world alongside his powerful and slightly troublesome, [True Assassin]. However, their work as adventurers is merely a cover to hide their real job: assassins. And then... Please read it yourself... v^.^v
JulianJujika · 220.5k Views

That Time I Got Reincarnated As An Abyssal Phoenix (Remake)

First came a god, one who fell into darkness, driven mad by a storm of joy and sorrow not their own. A god driven by desperation for their own salvation and hatred toward the very creations they help give form, one who was cut down by the brightest of lights, a light whose heart was filled with grief. Next came six wings of crimson red, six wings that were once pure and whole but were now stained with blood and sin; six wings that spread the taint that seeped from the broken shards of madness long since left behind. Even now, after hundreds of years, those who follow the malformed gospel of those bloodied wings continue to spread the writhing taint, twisting life to meet their unholy ends. And now a third has come, one who is not of this world but who holds the key to undo the locks and reforge the pieces. In the end, whether they will fall like those before them, crushed by the weight of all that is, or rise and break the shackles that bind them, only time will tell... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I do not claim to own "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" or any of the corresponding characters in that anime; everything belongs to their respective owners. Additionally, images and artwork I may occasionally use do not belong to me; I only use them as references. If their rightful owners ask me to remove them, I will. Finally, this fanfiction will only be uploaded here, on Webnovel, four the foreseeable future. If this changes, I will update this section with the relevant information.
Dark_light · 328.9k Views

House Of Puppets

[House of Puppets is on an indefinite hiatus because of another project, The Anointed Madman. I don’t recommend reading it while it’s on hiatus.] Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone — and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the identity he had spent years building inside a game that no longer contained him. The world that received him has existed through dozens of eras. Civilizations rose and collapsed long before humanity had a word for either. What walks its roads now — human and elf and dragon and beast-kind and peoples whose names don't translate — are the living residue of everything that already happened here. The gods who shaped the early eras did not all survive them. The world doesn't advertise how much of it is arrangement of ruins. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. Beneath the gas lamps and the elevated rails, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough weight act as though permission doesn't apply to them. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. There is no king. There are only consequences. The Church of the Solar God holds it together, which is not a metaphor. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. Nine others arrived the way Gepetto arrived — carrying what they built inside the game, now operating in a world where what they touch does not reset. They are not heroes. They are ten people who understood a system well enough to reach its limits, placed inside a reality where the limits are elsewhere and the other Players have their own intentions. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force or faith or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. The story that begins with one man in one city does not stay there. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. AUTHOR'S NOTE: House of Puppets is not a power fantasy. It's slow by design — the kind that accumulates, not the kind that stalls. The story starts small and expands aggressively. The pacing shifts across volumes. It will surprise you in directions you didn't see coming. Tonal influences: Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, the Soulsborne tradition, Dostoevsky. Not references — register. I'm a reader who started this by studying what great work does and trying to do that. The story is strange and volatile partly because of that, and I think that's also why some of it works. The ambition is real. The reading will tell you if it got there.
MisterElegance · 170.5k Views