FANTASY

Lynn has transmigrated into the very game he just beats and a girl rushes in his house, kneels down before him and says,“Greetings, Demon Emperor! You have finally appeared...”Demon Emperor? Wasn't I supposed to be the Human Race Saint Emperor!

A dying old man entrusted him with the position of Sect Lord of a “great and glorious sect,” passing on a token and proclaiming him the future ruler of countless disciples.But when Li Xuan arrived at his inheritance…There were no disciples.No elders.No spirit beasts.No treasures.Only a collapsing gate, broken halls, and weeds taller than the main pavilion.The so-called supreme sect was nothing more than a ruined mountain with a fancy name.Just as despair set in, a mysterious voice echoed in his mind—[Sect-Building System Activated.]• The Host is invincible within sect territory.• The Host cannot leave sect territory.• Expand territory to receive rewards.• Recruit disciples.• Establish dominance.• Conquer realms.Each time the sect’s influence expands, divine rewards descend:Ancient techniques.Heaven-defying artifacts.Mythical beasts.Even fragments of lost realms.Trapped within his mountain yet unmatched inside it, Li Xuan begins rebuilding from nothing.One disciple becomes ten.Ten become a hundred.A hundred become an army of immortals.As territory spreads and realms begin to converge, the world slowly realizes:The ruined sect on the forgotten mountain…has become the axis of heaven and earth.Within his sect, all realms unite.

[Warning: R18!] Starting from chapter 7.It has (Femboys, MILFs, GILFs, NETORI) in it.Bam!Opening his eyes, Ragnar wakes up as a kobold with a big dong, tasked with a quest to deliver goods to kingdoms. Instead, he delivers his seed to their queens.With each successful delivery, he evolves—growing stronger, sexier, and cooler.And the MILFs in his village fall for him.Hot succubus? Check.MILF queens? Check.Hot beastwomen? Check.It has both plot and porn—I hope you enjoy both! All the women have personalities.The MC seduces wives, queens, and goddesses for himself—so yes, there’s netori.No NTR (netorare) at all.Both the MC and the heroines are very possessive.

[SoL Heavy][Ding! SSS-Rank Service System Activated!][Ding! Daily 10x Reward Multiplier Initialized!][Ding! Job Gained: Junior Sanitary Engineer!]Reincarnated as Dorian in a fantasy world, a PhD student in Business and Marketing decides to become the richest man alive with the help of a system and also improve his new world's economy.Dory doesn’t need a sword to win. With his SSS-Rank Service System, he treats every small job like a big business deal. His 10x Reward Multiplier turns simple work into a mountain of money and gold.[Ding! Skill: Material Restoration Acquired!][Ding! Skill: Spatial Optimization Acquired!]He can make old, rusted tools look brand new. He can organize a messy shop so it works faster and better. He is bringing modern skills to a world that is dirty and slow. Whether it is a broken house, a messy warehouse, or a poor kingdom...Hire him to fix anything and everything! Cause he has an SSS-Rank Service System!**********What to expect:Very Slice of Life: A chill story about doing a good job and growing a business.Low Stakes: No big scary battles. Just fun, work, and making money.Smart MC: A PhD student using modern ideas to fix a fantasy world.Modern Jobs: Using modern professional skills to change the world.Road to Riches: A slow and happy story about becoming the wealthiest man alive.Harem: A focus on romance and relationships (No Smut, No Yuri, No NTR).

In a world where rank determines your worth, Adrian Vale awakened at the very bottom.F-Rank.In a single ceremony, he lost his fiancée, his status, and his freedom. Sold under the Civil Utility Act, he became a transferable asset—property in a society that worships strength.Then an S-Rank elf noblewoman purchased him.Not for love.For political marriage.Bound to the most powerful woman in the capital, Adrian is expected to remain silent, obedient, and insignificant. But the moment their hands touched, something awakened inside him—something the World Core never measured.In a society built on absolute hierarchy, he may have discovered the one flaw in the system.And the higher her rank…The stronger he becomes.

Can Traditional Chinese Medicine cure illnesses?Of course, it can.But the counterfeiting of medicinal herbs is shocking.For example, Red Ginseng, which should be prepared from Ginseng, is replaced by merchants with cheaper American ginseng.It would be a miracle if such Chinese medicinal herbs could cure any illness.Li Xu has bound himself to the [Daily Intelligence System].[Intelligence 1: Yiyao Hall in the Chinese medicinal herbs wholesale market has just received a batch of genuine Malva nuts.][Intelligence 2: Guangyi Trading is boiling and dyeing hyacinth beans, worth 20 yuan/jin, to pass them off as Sour Jujube Seeds, worth 800 yuan/jin.][Intelligence 3: Three wild Danggui of excellent quality are growing on the ridge of Peach Mountain, west of the city. They have matured, please collect them in a timely manner.][Intelligence 4: Your next-door neighbor, Hu Wenguang, has a kidney yin deficiency. You can use two liang of Goji Berries, seven qian of mulberries, one liang and two qian of rehmannia root...]Using good herbs, prescribing good formulas, and applying good acupuncture... Li Xu will let the world know what true “curing illness upon treatment” means!

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.

In 1892, in the Scottish Highlands, Hogwarts Castle.Just as the freshly graduated William Richard “reluctantly” accepted the offer from Headmaster Blake to take the job of teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts—he traversed through time once again and found himself in London a hundred years later.Upon receiving another owl from Hogwarts, he didn't hesitate much, and to continue learning his beloved magic, he once again enrolled as a rare fifth-year transfer student at Hogwarts over the past hundred years.Albus Dumbledore: Although I don't know why William keeps murmuring things like “I held you when you were a child,” putting that aside, he really is a diligent and studious good child.Sorting Hat: Az— Mmm...Tom Riddle: Shut up! How dare you call that great one's name directly?Harry Potter: Though Mr. Richard said he uses Unforgivable Curses as lighting spells and has built a tower of troll and goblin heads, I believe he must be a good person.

The Samsara Tower is a virtual world built from countless films and television works. Every Samsara Players struggles to conquer each dungeon, striving to earn rewards and grow stronger.Shura, after transmigrating into this world, was stunned to discover that the very dungeon challenges others found nearly impossible… were all movies and shows he had already seen in his previous life!?-----From me, Mr. Translator:This book is already available on Webnovel, but its translation is almost identical to the raw text. The names of characters, places, terms, and even references from movies and anime were all left in Chinese, which I honestly couldn’t stand. The charm and brilliance of the story were lost, and its appeal diminished because of that.So, as a passionate reader, I decided to take it upon myself to properly translate this amazing book—one of the true gems hidden within the mountain of trash in the Chinese fanfic section.I’m not a hater, just a reader who wants to enjoy and be fully immersed in the story.Peace.

Chu Qin, a seasoned otaku, with a deep passion for watching the Soul Land anime, had the chance encounter to actually traverse to this place.Moreover, he awakened the Goddess System.

I am Torvan, one of the Half-Awakened, a nobody scraping by on menial jobs and public humiliation while the world celebrates the Golden Awakening, a catastrophe that gave humans the power to fight dungeons and monsters spilling into our world.I should be nothing, the very least of the least. Yet in the chaos of betrayal during a dungeon raid, something inside me ignited. I awakened not with a simple skill, but with a Legendary Necromancy Grimoire, an artifact of impossible power, coursing through my veins......[Use Unholy magic to fuel your Monster Necromancy spells: mastering this skill is the step to perfecting all your spells][Unholy Bond. Summon dead monsters and make them yours. But sadly, only unique monsters can be Bond to the faithful student of the Death Lord...........].....The Tower doesn’t forgive the weak. But I intend to rise from nothing, to climb higher than anyone ever thought possible, and carve a legend from the ruins of my own past.

Hu Qi travels to this strange world with his legs broken. Yet he awakens the Crimson modifier, which allows him to use modification points to change his body condition.By chance, he has gained a breathing technique and embarks on his journey to uncover the truth of the world.

Transferred to the all-inclusive evolution game “Playful Mountains and Seas”, only to become a weakling drained by a Fox Demon?Right from the start, my class teacher advised me to drop out and enroll in Lanxiang's Kai Tian Pi Di Machine major, in order not to drag down the college entrance rate?You, with innate cheats after the transfer, are completely unfazed by this - you even want to laugh. It's just evolution, all it takes is hands!You stretch lazily after waking up, HP+1+1+1...... your flesh achieves sainthood, able to fly sky-high and burrow deep into the ground, with a fist that can shatter stars.You zone out aimlessly, Spirit +1+1+1...... words becoming reality, a thought changes seas, another thought transforms fields.You indulge a craving and eat a cucumber, Evolution +1+1+1...... one year for legendary, two years for epic, three years for mythical.PS: Alternate titles include “Beat the Fox Demon at the Start”, “Top Scholar Needs Only Hands”, “At Home, I Only Play, Never Exercise”, “Everyone's Physical Constitution Varies”.

My name is Yan Xing, an Earthling who can freely travel between Earth and a magical world.Elves like the silk I bring them and also enjoy the longbow rockets I provide.Orcs appreciate the soap I bring them and also fancy the Roarer tanks I supply.Even human nobles, amidst their frenzy for pristine porcelain, install magnetic coils in their estates.Even the Undead hope to order a top-notch coffin set from me, to catch up on horror series during sleepless nights.One day... Angels, dragons, and demons found me.I told them, “My market is open to all races and creatures. How about a few portable Doomsday Judgments?”

I died in my world… and woke up in someone else’s story.But not as the hero. Not as the villain. Not even as a side character who mattered. I’m… an NPC—a nobody, a background observer, invisible to everyone.At first, I thought I was powerless. But then I discovered something strange: I could leave notes, whisper hints, move objects… small nudges that subtly changed the story. Every tiny action rippled through the plot, shaping outcomes, saving lives, and altering the fate of heroines, heroes, and even villains.The catch? The story is alive. It resists interference. Push too hard, and accidents happen. Plot twists turn against me. Minor disasters loom. The more I try to influence, the more the story fights back.So I play carefully. I study. I manipulate quietly. I watch the heroines, heroes, and overlooked side characters, weaving invisible threads that guide them. I don’t fight. I don’t cheat. I survive—and maybe, just maybe, I can change the story from the shadows.From an unnoticed NPC to the hidden hand behind the world, I’ll prove that even a nobody can rewrite the story.

Once hailed as “The Prodigy of the Court,” he was the future of his school’s basketball program, Yuuto’s world crumbled after a devastating knee injury which put him out of the sport for months. While he healed, a new star Shun rose to claim the spotlight, and Yuuto’s name faded into the background. Now cleared to play again, Yuuto returns to find himself no longer the team’s ace, no longer the center of attention even his longtime crush barely notices him.But Yuuto isn’t the same player he was before. Armed with a mysterious system that pushes him past his limits and forces him to turn his weaknesses into weapons, he begins a grueling journey of self-reinvention. Late nights of endless shooting drills. Early mornings of quiet resolve. Rivalries that sting and fuel his hunger. And somewhere between sweat-stained jerseys and sidelong glances from the cheerleader he’s always admired, Yuuto discovers what it truly means to fight his way back.DISCLAIMER:This is a work of fiction. While the names of certain basketball clubs, competitions, and figures are used for the purposes of creating a sense of realism, this story is purely imaginary. No association with or endorsement by any actual person, team, club, governing body, or organization is intended or should be inferred. All trademarks and service marks, including club and federation names, are the property of their respective owners, and no infringement is intended. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, beyond those clearly identified, is purely coincidental.

All her life, Emira wanted only one thing. Freedom. Born as an Omega, her life in Moonville Pack was nothing but endless pain and humiliation. All she wanted was a chance to breathe without fear.So, she waited and bided her time, planning her escape every minute. Once she turned eighteen, what little protection she had, would be gone and she would be forced by her pack to mate with the highest bidder.Like hell, she was going to do that!So she made a plan. Just one. Run. Disappear and don’t look back. If she succeeded in breaking up with her pack, then she would live a normal life.But fate was never kind to girls like her.Before she could escape, she was seen really seen, for the first time. Not with kindness, not with care, but with cold, possessive purpose. The enforcer from Stormhold Pack, the most feared pack in the world, took one look at her and claimed her… as a slave.But that was not the worst part.... There was more... She was to be a slave not just to him...He was one of the triplets. And that meant, she would belong to three masters…

Rhydric veylor’s lips brushed her ear, his voice silk wrapped in danger.“Four of us, one of you. Tell me, Athena… how long before you stop pretending you can resist?”---What happens when a vampire mate with a werewolf? Disaster right?Athena Ashbourne has lived with secrets since she was a child, secrets of blood, visions, and a destiny she never asked for. At only eighteen, she carries the guilt of her father’s murder, a death she foresaw but was too young to prevent. Now, the gift that haunts her, the power of a Seer, marks her as different in a world where difference is dangerous.After years of bullying, Athena transfers to Gravecrest Academy, a school where humans and wolves walk the same halls… but only the wolves know the truth of who they are. It’s was meant to be a fresh start. A new beginning. Instead, it becomes the beginning of everything.Because Gravecrest doesn’t just hold human boys like her charming boyfriend, Oliver. It holds the Phantom Fours, dangerous, untouchable Alphas whose power rules the academy. They are feared. Desired. Untamed. And they are hers. Her mates.Torn between the fragile safety of her human love and the consuming bond of four lethal Alphas, Athena is thrust into a world of secrets, betrayal, and fate.Beneath the masks of power and desire lies something older, hungrier, an unfinished curse that stirs in the dark, whispering her name. Her visions grow sharper. The shadows lean closer. And every step pulls her deeper into a fate written long before she was born.Because her father’s death was only the first move.And the real game has just begun.Will Athena face the truth or run away from it? Read more to find out.Wish to chat with author?DM me on discord: thaymi_1

An Intergalactic Survival Reality TV Show. ARE. YOU. READY?!Grey was not. Not when there was already knife sticking out of his gut.He was even less ready when he woke up to a strong bout of deja vu and time having rewound to the start of his nightmare.And somehow, he was even less ready than that when it happened again.And then again.Grey was trapped in a time loop, suffocated by Producers who insisted on painting him out to be some streaking madman, and surrounded by monsters and backstabbers around every corner.Unfortunately, the robot arms supposed to apply his Nexis Suit at the start of every loop kept glitching so he couldn't interface with the system of the Genesis Games.No system. No stats. No rewards.He'd be damned if he didn't piss on every one of their graves.[Warning. Obscene gesture detected][This is your first warning. If there is a second--]“FUCK YOU!”[Prometheus Initializing...][Welcome to Titanframe]========================https://discord.gg/8zTAU5YXFqinstagram: @awespec_