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Journalist Ethan Cole, killed while investigating a cult, wakes in the body of a banished gatekeeper in a world where nine mystical gates connect realms of gods and monsters. Tasked with guarding a gate leaking shadowy horrors, Ethan must unravel the secrets of his predecessor’s fate, using his investigative skills and a starlight-infused blade to battle demonic invaders and treacherous allies.

In a world transformed by dungeon gates and awakened classes, Hunters fight monsters to earn power, fame, and fortune. Frank? He awakened as a Trader. F-Rank. No spells. No sword skills. Just one system window… and 500 dimensional tokens. Everyone laughed. Told him to quit. But Frank didn’t need fireballs—he had something better: 『Dimensional Trading System Online』 Connects to other worlds. One trade per day. Limited inventory. Unlimited potential. He sold candy to bug warriors. Swapped solar chargers for alchemy potions. Bought a sword technique with instant delivery. Then, he opened a booth beside a dungeon gate… and started outselling real vendors. Now, the same Hunters who mocked him line up to buy. Guild-backed merchants want him gone. And Frank? He’s just getting started. He’s not hiding. He’s not cheating. He’s building a business—and a blade arm to match. When monsters strike, Frank fights beside his customers. When dungeon loot drops, he flips it across worlds. From a broke rookie to a cross-realm powerhouse, Frank isn’t just surviving— he’s becoming the most dangerous F-Rank in the business.

I logged into Heartbound: Aeviria just to relax. Romance quests, cute NPCs, no danger. Until… I woke up inside the game. Now I’m stuck inside my own character’s body — Elysia — with zero combat skills, no magic, and barely any gold. The only thing maxed out? My romance bars with three of the most dangerous, powerful, and dangerously charming NPCs: Kai. Cassian. Lucien. They remember every quest I completed with them. But for them, it wasn’t just a game. It was real. I need to survive in this world with nothing but my affection stats… And maybe avoid falling too hard for the people I once thought were just pixels. System warning: Romance progression — irreversible.

I was born in the 1980s, and officially stepped into the world of Feng Shui in 2006. Over the past decade, I’ve witnessed mysteries that most would never believe. In 2013, over 100,000 fish died mysteriously in Liaozhong Reservoir… In Tower Bay Street, spirits marched in a ghostly parade… In Wenguantun, shadowy markets rose at dusk… And in front of the Shenyang Imperial Palace, a ghostly princess once sat in her palanquin. Were these the workings of nature — or something far more ancient and unseen? In ten years, I’ve saved lives — and yes, I’ve ruined some too. Feng Shui is like a blade: it bears no evil or virtue. The darkness lies in the hearts of men. This book is not written to boast about my mastery or to chase after the sensational. I write to share a truth: Feng Shui can nurture life — or destroy it. There is no good or evil in the art itself. Only in the human heart.

Dive back in time, to the depths of the desert, and watch the old stories unfold before your eyes. A story of treasure hunting, betrayal, and destiny. When a gruesome future is all you see, how can you change it? When you're foretold to fail, how should you move on? Zarqa, the girl who saw beyond time, sought to find answers. -------------------------- Legend says that Zarqa had sharp eyes that could look far away in the distance. But what if that wasn’t the end of it, what if her eyes were seeing far beyond not only space, but time? What if Zarqa was blessed with a prophecy, one that could save her dying village from destruction? Just as they thought they had no way to survive, Zarqa learns of a way to protect her village from demolition. Naturally, no one believed her, for no one but the Almighty could see beyond the present. They forgot the Almighty offers knowledge to those whom he deems of worth. And Zarqa was one of them. Having to trudge an arduous path and go through a great adventure, Zarqa seeks to find the solution to all of their problems, a treasure said to have the power to change all. Pitted against magical traps and the mysteries of the deserts, she finds unexpected company in Ali Baba, the poor kid with the sticky fingers, and his crow Morjana... -------------------------- This is my first original long story here and is also a WSA 2024 Entry. I ask that you give it a try and hope you enjoy it :D Also, note that English is not my first language... And it's not my second either. -----------------------Media------------------------- This book has many openings, check them out: [General opening of the book: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVxnu5R3vws] [Baghdad Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/GwJIJ2Kn0FI] [Two Heavens Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/NO1C0ngBVjg] [Two Heavens Arc's ending: https://youtu.be/hO-XPQsCPFw] [Cursed Ring Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/PUF4H98y2B0] [ Persia Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/sSfG_uVSkQk] [Ending: https://youtu.be/1wQ_aJVFhx0] -----------------------Updates-------------------------- Updated weekly, 2 chapters on weekends. Please don't let the first paragraphs fool you. This isn't a story from the first person's POV.

After being sealed away, Aizen Sōsuke’s soul crosses into the world of Tower of God. But instead of replacing Baam, it fuses with him—drawn in by Baam’s unique ability to devour souls. As Aizen’s memories and influence awaken, Baam’s once-naïve nature begins to fracture. He unlocks a mysterious template, a system that records and synthesizes techniques. Now aligned with FUG, he climbs the Tower—not to seek answers, but to prove the true might of an Irregular. Note: It follows the manga storyline. Every 1 review = 1 chapter Join the Discord: https://discord.gg/fwqu6Nq5Pu

Two souls. One body. One chance to survive. Kael Morren died. So did Amira Solem. But instead of staying dead, they woke up in the same body chosen by a mysterious game-like system called REQUIEM. This system gives them power through combat. Each fight earns them points. Each kill makes them stronger. Quests appear. Stats go up. Skills unlock. But there’s a catch. Kael and Amira must share the same body, taking turns in control. And as their memories start to mix, it gets harder to tell who’s who. They’re not alone. Other Requiem users are out there. They are stronger, faster, and willing to kill to level up. To survive, Kael and Amira have to work together. Because in this world, death isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.

One rule: Survive. Everything else is optional. Reika Kagetsu doesn’t want to be a hero. She just wants to feel—pain, fear, adrenaline—anything to remind her she’s still alive. Tenshiko Academy promised her that. What she got instead? Brutal training. No rest. No second chances. And monsters—inside and out. Now she’s fighting the Shikiban: creatures born from blood, madness, and buried secrets. But the deeper she goes, the more she begins to wonder... What if she’s one of them? Power always comes with a price. And Reika is about to pay it in full.

Derek McCoy was a man who spent his entire life facing adversity and injustice. After being forced to settle with surviving rather than living, he had finally found his place in the world, until everything was taken from him one last time. After losing his life to avenge his murdered brother, he reincarnates until he finds a world worth living in, a world filled with magic and monsters. Follow him along his journey, from grieving brother to alien soldier. From infant to Supreme Magus. ------------------------------------------- Tags: Transmigration, Male MC, Western Fantasy Schedule: 12 chapters/week (unless I'm ill or stuff happens) Chapter Lenght: 1200 - 1400 words Warning: The MC is not a hero nor an anti-hero. He is a broken, cynic and misanthropic person looking only for his own gain. If you are looking for a forgiving, nice, MC that goes around saving people in distress, this is not your cup of tea. Same if you want an unchanging MC with no character development. ------------------------------------------- Discord Server: https://discord.gg/suprememagus ---------------------------------------- Cover of Tiamat form Lith Verhen by josh groban aka manohar aka Animustw. My new Pfp was made by Josh (same as above). Visit the official discord for his official portraits of the characters.

In his past life, he was a god of cultivation—one who had reached the peak and shattered it. But now? He is a worthless prince. A broken mana core, scorned and abused by all around him. Until one rainy night, something appears before him: [Forbidden Arts Synchronization Complete] [Time Taken: 16 years, 10 months, 15 days] [Memory Synchronization Has Begun] Xie Wuchen, Heaven’s dark heretic, has been reborn in a world of magic. And this time, he won’t just return to the martial peak—he will shatter it. He will rule over this new world, and all who once called him worthless, all who scorned him, will pay in blood.

Kaito Ran was only eleven years old when he stood by his ailing father's side and watched him suffer until he passed away. During his passing, Ran witnessed a djinn appear to take his father's soul to hell (NARAKU). Ran refuses, unable to accept his father facing eternal perdition, regardless of the djinn telling him that that was the order of things. At the end of the day, his refusal meant nothing. His father was taken to hell, but during the process, Ran caught a glimpse of hell before the spiritual portal disappeared. He saw that it was a realm, a place of material and magic. He saw nine cities and towers, mythical beings and doomed souls. He realized that he could go there, he could go to hell and rescue his father.

People transported to other worlds are typically brave heroes who train relentlessly or had impressive skills. They bend reality to their will or heroically overcome challenges. Our protagonist is different - just an ordinary woman with bad luck. Neither brave nor brilliant, and somewhat lazy, she has zero plans to save the world. Yet she can't help meddling where she shouldn't. If you want to support me and read some chapters earlier: patreon.com/Aetern1tas

—Los Siete Pecados no son una debilidad humana… son las cicatrices de siete mundos rotos por un amor imposible. Esta es una historia que nace de una herida primordial, una fractura en el tejido mismo de la creación, causada no por el odio, sino por una devoción tan absoluta que los cielos no pudieron contenerla. Vivimos en un mundo que sangra en silencio, sin recordar la causa de su dolor, aceptando leyendas de orgullo y traición para dar sentido a una tristeza cuyo origen es, en realidad, el amor. En el corazón de esta tormenta silenciosa, camina un joven heredero que se cree un simple guerrero, ajeno a la verdad de que su alma es el eco viviente de esa promesa original. Es el portador de una luz que podría reconstruir el paraíso, y de una sombra tan profunda que amenaza con consumirlo todo. Su vida es una danza al borde del abismo, sin saber que cada paso que da puede sanar al mundo o condenarlo a un octavo amanecer fallido. Una tragedia lo arroja a la oscuridad, forzándolo a confrontar a los monstruos no solo en las mazmorras, sino en el espejo. Su viaje deja de ser una búsqueda de gloria para convertirse en una desesperada pregunta: ¿Cómo se puede ser a la vez el arma y el guardián? ¿Cómo se puede ser el muro que protege a los demás, sin convertirse en una prisión para uno mismo? Su camino lo obliga a enfrentarse a las siete grandes cicatrices del mundo: almas marcadas por la encarnación del poder, la desesperación y la pasión. En ellas, no encuentra villanos que derrotar, sino espejos de su propia posible caída, recordatorios de que la línea que separa al santo del pecador es, a veces, solo una cuestión de perspectiva. Esta no es la historia de una guerra por el control del mundo. Es la historia de una guerra por el significado de un alma. Es una meditación sobre el poder, no como una herramienta para dominar, sino como una carga que sobrellevar. Es un viaje hacia una verdad olvidada: que la más grande de las fuerzas no nace en la perfección de un dios, sino en la frágil y obstinada esperanza de un corazón humano que, aun rodeado de oscuridad, se atreve a amar incondicionalmente. La pregunta final no es si el héroe puede salvar al mundo. La pregunta es: ¿puede el mundo salvar al héroe de sí mismo?

Icariel has only ever known the quiet life of Mjull, a remote mountain village untouched by the chaos of the world beyond. But unlike the other villagers, he does not dream of adventure or power—he dreams of survival. Death terrifies him. Every day, every step, every decision is weighed against the fear of dying. Yet, unknown to him, Iliriania is a world ruled by power. Mages born with vast reserves of mana shape reality itself, swordmasters carve legends with their blades, and superhumans awaken abilities that defy logic. Beyond the mountains, kingdoms wage war, monsters prowl the land, and ancient gates open to horrors unseen. And Icariel? He is just a boy with no powers. No grand destiny. No divine blessing. Only a voice—deep, ancient, and ever-present. A voice only he can hear, offering cryptic advice and whispers of survival. But when the fragile peace of his village shatters, Icariel is forced to make a choice: stay hidden in his fear, or step beyond the mountains into a world where only the strong survive. In a land where death is inevitable, can a boy obsessed with survival truly live?

"Look at him," someone snickered from a few rows over. "Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster."  "Probably does," another voice added, louder this time.  Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before. Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face.  "Oops," he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt.  The cold liquid soaked through instantly.  Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking.  Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him.  He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. "Ms. Joy," he said, his voice flat. "He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?."  Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh. "Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?"  Mark puffed out his chest. "Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive."  The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs.  Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click.  He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could. His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him.  He pulled out a gun. The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling.  "What… Nox, what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky.  He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it. Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it.  [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!]  [1st Player Chosen!]  [You have won the System!] 

The empire had called him a villain, now they raise him as their heir. Once feared as the most powerful being alive, the so-called “Villain of Chaos” was brought down by the very heroes who craved his artifact. Now, he’s been reborn into the very home that had killed him in the name of cleansing the world.  In a royal court ruled by lies and power games, he is no longer the demon to be feared… yet. His mother concealed his identity on the day he was born, and a river of blood flowed for his sake Now he will learn how to pull the strings in court as its prince, and train to ascend the throne and become the most powerful mage the empire has ever seen. The world thinks it killed him. It only gave him a reason to return.

She was an Elemental. He was Human. There was a Witch Hunt. She was targeted. He refused to lose her. They had allies, they had enemies. Blue Thunder’s legend goes deep enough that a trilogy isn’t enough to cover it. Follow Coralis as she goes through life tribulations. What would she be willing to do to protect her loved ones?

In a world reshaped by the sudden awakening of mana, power determines survival. But when an ancient force stirs beneath Earth's crust, one soul awakens with… nothing. Arin Vale was just another face in the crowd—until a world-shaking burst of energy rewrote reality. Now, elemental affinities reign, supernatural races return, and Earth itself whispers to its chosen. But Arin, labelled "Unknown", has no usable power, no elemental bond, and no place in this evolving world. Hunted by those who fear what they don’t understand, and guided by echoes from across the multiverse, Arin must survive long enough to uncover the truth: Some aren’t meant to be born… they’re meant to be remembered.

Sirius Black decides not to run away as many expected. Instead, he chooses to stay in England, driven by a deep sense of responsibility and love for his godson

In the Spire your value is determined by the goddess's favor. For Creed, that favor expired a long time ago. But a whispered voice has provided him with an alternative. With a lethal "gift"