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“When power is everything, silence is rebellion.” In a world ruled by cultivation, strength flows from three Dantians—Mind, Spirit, and Life. The weak scramble for protection. The strong fight for dominion. And those who break through the Sixth Realm ascend to the Middle Realm, becoming gods untouchable by mortal hands. But legends whisper of a secret—a forbidden manual left behind by the Nameless One. The Origin Cultivation Manual promises to shatter all limits, yet it’s feared and dismissed as a myth. Still, many chase its shadow. Lee Haeun, one of the world’s top ten prodigies, vanishes chasing it. His twin brother, Lee Haneul, is no ordinary cultivator either. Born in a forgotten sect, his genius blooms quietly—his talent immense but masked by silence and patience. While the world chases power, Haneul studies, plans, and rises. Cursed cultivators emerge from the shadows. Secret realms tear open the sky. A hidden faction plots the assassination of the Murim Alliance’s mortal leader, the fragile thread holding the world’s balance. Haneul never sought glory. But when legends disappear, geniuses rise. And his quiet ascension will shake the heavens.

Ethan Millers was just an ordinary man with an ordinary job — until one unplanned act reset his karma to zero. In a universe built on balance, this was not a miracle... it was an error. Erased from the world, Ethan awakens in a place without time or space — the No-Where. With nothing but his thoughts, he spirals into madness, invention, and eventually, creation itself. He imagines powers, technologies, divine systems, and worlds beyond comprehension — until the void bends to his will. Now, known as Zane Creed, the strongest existence in the cosmos, he descends into a new world with overwhelming knowledge and unimaginable power. And what does he choose to do with it? Become a teacher. After all, what better way to reshape a world… than to teach it? _____________ Hey everyone! I'm just a rookie author, but I’m passionate about telling this story. Please support me with votes, comments, or collection.....it really means a lot! Let’s see where this wild journey goes together....

NEW DAWN In the decaying sprawl of a post-industrial mega-city where corruption thrives in the towers of the elite and the oppressed scavenge for dignity in the shadows, a figure has emerged—neither savior nor tyrant, but something far more dangerous: a man who believes in change. He is known only as Ashar, a former enforcer turned political outlier, forged by tragedy and tempered by exile. Once a tool of the system he now seeks to dismantle, Ashar walks the fine line between revolutionary and renegade. Clad in a mask not just to shield his face, but to symbolize the anonymity forced on millions, he rallies the disillusioned and the forgotten. But Ashar is not a myth. He bleeds. He doubts. He remembers the family he lost to the government's silent purges. Haunted by the ghosts of his past and burdened by the hope of a better future, he steps into the light of a New Dawn—not to lead a rebellion, but to ignite one. As the powers that be scramble to extinguish this growing spark, factions form, loyalties fracture, and the line between justice and vengeance blurs. In a world where truth has been weaponized and trust is a luxury, Ashar stands not as a hero—but as a mirror held up to a broken society. And what that society sees... may finally tear it apart.

"Rosse... huh..." Rosse stared blankly at the boy in the mirror, momentarily at a loss for words. The boy in the mirror had a smooth and fair face, well-defined features, exuding a sense of cold and stern aura. His deep, dark eyes shimmered with captivating light, and his whole body radiated a noble temperament. He had transmigrated, or perhaps it was memory awakening, and directly became a Celestial Dragon. ’This is just, way too good!’ However, his identity was a bit awkward. His name was Jaygarcia Rosse, a standard Celestial Dragon name, and his grandfather was Jaygarcia Saturn, one of the current Five Elders, and also the first Five Elder to be removed in the original One Piece. ——— [Ding! Defeat System at your service!] "Defeat System? What's the function?", Hearing the pleasant system prompt, Rosse felt even better. ══════════════ [Host: Rosse] [Strength: 63/100 (G+; even Marines are stronger than you)] [Overall Rating: A (All you’ve got going for you is status)] [Abilities: None] [Skills: None] [Note: Defeating enemies grants you rewards equal to the enemy’s overall rating -1. Killing or crushing the enemy grants a reward equal to the enemy’s current overall rating.] [Note: You can only receive the kill/crush reward for each person once, and defeat rewards do not conflict with kill/crush rewards.] ══════════════ TAGS: #EvilMC(Not morally gray but total dark MC) #Clever #MultipleFemaleLeads ═IT'S A TRANSLATION═ RAW: 海贼王：活恶魔

I died with her name on my lips—and her voice in my code. Betrayed by the woman I built my life around, I should’ve stayed dead. But the universe had other plans. Reborn as a boy in a world ruled by ruthless matriarchs, I was never meant to rise. No Ki Core. No bloodline. No future. But I had Alec—the AI I created in my past life, now stitched into my bones. And I had time. Time to learn. Time to build. Time to become something they’d never see coming. In the shadows of their great Houses and sacred Cultivation Halls, I forged a Stellar System inside my body… and a secret network behind their thrones. They called me trash. Now they whisper: “Beware the Librarian.” And soon, they’ll understand— The dead remember everything.

Naomi Kintu was born in a world of crime and cruelty. After watching his mother gunned down by a gang over an unpaid loan, he was taken, broken, and nearly lost to the streets. But he survived. Became a police officer. And dedicated his life to dismantling every gang tied to his past. Case after case, he earned the title “Silent Killer”—a ghost in the shadows, serving justice with precision and fury. He solved 99 crimes. The 100th took his life. But death wasn’t the end. Naomi awakens two years later… in another world. A land ruled by swords, magic, and divine power—where there are no laws, only "righteous judgment" handed down by the strong. Chaos thrives. Innocents suffer. And the word justice means nothing. Reborn in the frail body of a noble boy long thought lost, Naomi finds himself in a world that needs something it's never had before. Not a king. Not a hero. But a cop. Now, with a new name, a new world, and no badge to protect him, Naomi must rebuild the very concept of justice from the ground up. Because evil doesn't care what world you're in. And justice… doesn’t die so easily.

He had seen every future—and in all of them, he died. No matter how strong he became, the end was always the same: silence, erasure, and a name lost to time. But when all paths end in death, he chooses the unthinkable—to vanish from fate itself. He sacrifices his body, his history, and every thread connecting him to this world. With only a strange, shifting Rune as his guide, he prepares to be reborn—unseen, unknown, and untouched by the past. He does not seek salvation. He seeks a beginning the world was never meant to witness.

Summary: Devourer of hell before being the supervisor of hell was on earth before his death -Elarion Crimsonveil (17 Y)The legitimate son of Herus Le Crimsonveil the head of Crimsonveil ducal family cursed by devil, the family of duke on top of pyramid only below king Euras Ian Astirhall . Trained to be a assassin, he has 3 older step brother Sirus Crimsonveil (30 Y)and Rior Crimsonveil(38 Y)**{They only share father , but all have different mothers} and thousands of adopted sons his father adopted to train them as assassin for his military, they are those who have vowed their loyalty to the duchy -by consent? No way. The youngest who grew up in a horrendous atmosphere created by his father for unknown reason, a dream that changes his life, he who wants to be free and doesn’t care whether people die or live, the coldhearted Crimsonveil –A silent hunter-Predator or so on. But is there all it is or it’s just a tip of Iceberg. Elarion van Crimsonveil or the devourer from hell read it to find out how he despite struggling continues to climb for his success. A story filled with excitement, development and mysteries is going to be unfolding in front of you. About this novel: You won't regret reading it, it got everything. The mc is strong cold calculating want revenge yet hilarious and enjoys every moment. Kind of like split personality (not really but seems like) He loves cruelty but rational rarely but yes. Not a simp no Ntr or yuri Harem(maybe or maybe not) if I decide an Harem there will be only 2 or 3 girls max.

Uchiha Ikeizumi, a senior Konoha ninja, holds a firm belief in absolute justice. He argues that the ninja world is currently in a state of distortion due to pervasive "evil" that has led to chaos, pain, disaster, and tragedy. Ikeizumi states, "Tax-heavy daimyos, power-hungry high-ups, beasts who slaughtered their entire clan, sick-brained bootlickers... If these insects continue to exist in the ninja world, the ninja world will become more and more sick." He is resolute in his conviction to "purge the entire ninja world with absolute justice," believing this approach will guarantee swift and unwavering justice. Read up to 40 Chapters ahead on [email protected]/Chaos_God [Please leave a 5 Star review and power stone for this novel] *Thank you*

In a world full of violent God's and entities so powerful the cosmos trembles in awe, what is a mortal like Gabriel meant to do to survive? If your planet can get exterminated because a single person slighted the wrong being, then the only thing you can do is become the new apex so that no other can trample you again, and Luckily for Gabriel he stumbled upon a powerful treasure that'll almost guarantee his ascension to the top of his world, and beyond! —————————————————

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND NOT EXACTLY CONNECTED TO REALITY. When the war between allied countries and Japan ended in 1868, the age of the Samurai also ended. A 17 year-old boy named Ryujiro Kurogane decided to take revenge on every country that defeated the Samurai. He travels with hope in his heart. Only keeping one goal in his mind. To take down the World by becoming a revolutionary Samurai. The secrets and developments of his life are waiting for him... On a journey of revenge.

Kai's story begins in a cold holding cell - with no memories and nothing to live for. Just pain and rage. Broken, like the world around him. That’s when everything went black... The next thing he knew, he awoke as a mutant! Seven years earlier, in 2020, the Z Virus outbreak shattered the world. Cities fell. Beasts and monsters ravaged the streets. And from the chaos, mutants emerged - humans twisted by the virus into something more. A gift and a curse. But Kai didn’t mutate from the virus. He was made. The first and only stable artificial mutant, created by the twisted genius Dr Nyx - a man who failed to replicate him and spiralled into obsession. Tortured. Experimented on. Pushed to the edge. Kai finally escaped after his awakening, but the scars remained. And so did the power. Now free, Kai is cold, calculating, and merciless. His ability to manipulate blood - his own or others' - is terrifying. But to him, it’s just a tool. One he’ll wield without hesitation. In a ruined world ruled by the Association, mutants, and the strong, Kai has no interest in saving it. He wants answers about his past, the truth behind his mutation, and revenge on the man who tormented him. Only one thing is certain: He who bleeds last writes the story... even if it’s in crimson ink on the bones of the fallen. This is the story of the Bloodweaver! Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real events, locations, or people are purely coincidental and not intended to portray anything. P.S. This is my WSA 2025 entry so I hope you enjoy! If you do, please leave a review and vote with Power Stones!

In this world, magic flows through Veins — natural conduits in the body that channel raw energy called Resonance. Every individual is born with a unique Affinity, a subtle alignment that shapes how their Resonance manifests: fire, shadow, kinetic force, or rarer, unstable forms. Resonance is the invisible current of raw magical energy that courses through a person’s Veins — the internal pathways that conduct magical flow, similar to how blood carries oxygen. It’s not the spell itself, but the power behind it — like electricity before it’s channeled into machines. After a catastrophic magical incident during a practice duel, Seren Vael is left with a ruined reputation — and a mind that is no longer fully his. Everyone believes he simply lost control. Only Seren knows the truth: something else moved through him that day. A second soul. A presence that speaks in the quiet, stirs in dreams, and pulls at his magic like it was always meant to be theirs. As his Affinity warps and his control falters, Seren begins to change — emotionally, mentally, even physically. He was a side character. He still is. He just wanted to be left alone. …But fate, have other plans.

Synopsis: The Iron Rebellion: Rise of the Sovereign War. Betrayal. Power. And the will of one man to seize it all. Kael Ashmark was born without a name, an orphan of war found amidst the ashes of Ashmark Hold, a frontier keep left to rot by a fractured Empire. Raised by scavengers, he learned to survive by instinct, his hands honed for a blade long before he learned to read. At sixteen, after witnessing Imperial forces butcher innocent families while their garrison turned a blind eye, Kael made his first kill in retribution, swearing never again to kneel to a crown that failed its people. From the dying highlands of Gravenmarsh, Kael forged the **Iron Rebellion**. With raw conviction, he united outlaws, peasants, and deserters, first striking with brutal ambushes that earned him the whispered title of "Sovereign". His audacious capture of Duskwatch Fortress shattered Imperial complacency. As the Empire's High Crown Orsain Vellgaard and the fanatical Archlector Malgrad declared his rise heresy and prepared for a total "judgment," Kael unveiled a desperate new strategy: not open battle, but a war of attrition. He unleashed a **scorched earth** campaign, turning fertile lands into barren ash, forcing his own loyal villagers into the harsh mountain holds of Ravencair. His Red Veil, led by the zealous and terrifying Seyda, became a haunting force, melting into shadows to stalk Imperial patrols and leave chilling messages of dread. Lady Virelle Velmire, a cunning noble with ambitions as cold as steel, joined his cause, skillfully poisoning Imperial supply lines with doubt and misinformation. Even the loyalties of Imperial spies, like the conflicted Nalen, began to fracture, turning the Empire's own blades against itself. As the gargantuan Imperial Legions lumber north, plagued by hunger, sickness, and mounting paranoia, Kael’s defiance grinds them to a desperate crawl. He watches them succumb to the brutal choices he forces upon them, turning the very machine designed to crush him into a monstrous reflection of its own cruelty. But as the war intensifies, and his people endure untold suffering in the mountain holds, Kael must confront the one thing he never wanted: what comes after victory? Will he become the tyrant he fought against, or will he forge something new—an empire not born of bloodlines, but of belief? *The Iron Rebellion: Rise of the Sovereign* is a raw, uncompromising tale of brutal strategy, shifting power, and the profound cost of defiance in a world ruled by bloodlines and betrayal. Discover one man’s relentless ascent from nothing, until the kingdoms whispered his name in fear.

Jack Frost. He comes to the realization he is an inheritor of a rare bloodline that commands ice. He finds himself in between conflicts of the past, looking for a more peaceful life— a life in which his loved ones aren’t hurt. He encounters monsters and beasts lurking in the Seasons, territories commanded by different monarchs. In his adventures, he encounters myths and legends of traditional folktale, becoming friends with some, walking the path that paves these legends of the future. He attempts to get stronger, seeking to find the uniqueness in his powers, forging himself to become a better person for those around him.

After years of emotional and physical abuse, neglect from those around him, right before his graduation… Our mc is reborn into the world of My Hero Academia in the body of a young boy named Dante Graves, a seemingly normal kid. With no knowledge of this new world, a villainous father on the run, without a home, Dante yearns for a new life, a life where he is truly free. what to expect : - Hero MC / Vigilante MC - NO HAREM - Romantical subplot - 100% 1 Chapter 1 Week, MAYBE extra. - Pretty smart mc - Fairly powerful mc, but it’s all due to how well he makes use of his quirks and natural abilities - NO system - I may forget some things, or even just get some stuff completely wrong… but don’t hate me too much for that

Ali, once the feared assassin king of his own world, is thrust into the vast and perilous expanse of the multiverse by a mysterious and powerful entity. Will Ali thrive amidst the chaos and emerge stronger, or will he perish like countless others who have failed before him? Author: This is my first fanfic, I would appreciate any constructive criticism and open to fix mistakes, I hope you guys enjoy my work. Also for world list check the Auxiliary chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the various worlds mentioned.

Power is memory. Wealth is trauma. The world is a market of minds. In a broken world ruled by psychic resonance, Yun Ze is no hero, no villain, and no fool. He doesn’t fight for justice. He doesn’t care about fate, family, or honor. He harvests memories—grief, joy, terror, love—and sells them to the highest bidder. Every emotion is a currency. Every secret is a trade. And every mistake… is profit. When a strange loop in time begins affecting the memory market, Yun Ze discovers a deeper system hiding beneath reality—a hidden vault of minds, timelines, and resonance ghosts. As factions rise and crumble, Yun Ze plays them all, building his ledger, manipulating cities, and rewriting lives. He is not a chosen one. He is not here to save the world. He is here to own it. Dark cultivation. Psychic economics. Memory warfare. A slow-burning antihero story with no redemption, no mercy, and no clichés. • Cultivation ✅ • Time Loop ✅ • Dark Fantasy ✅ • Psychological ✅ • Economic Warfare ✅ • Memory / Soul Power System ✅ • Slow Burn ✅ • Nonlinear Narrative ✅ • No Harem ❌ • No Face-Slapping ❌ • No Power of Friendship ❌

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.