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I own the MC but nothing else. When the successor to God was chosen, she does what any fan of tv, movies, anime, and manga would do, go to the vast multiverses to help others but also to change events for the better. MC is Intersex and OP.

A man walks into the police station and confesses to a murder that hasn’t occurred… yet. When the crimes inevitably come true, the authorities are baffled. Is it luck, coincidence, or something darker?

On the day known as the Great Awakening, the barrier separating mortals, spirits, and gods shattered without warning. Divine influence poured into the world like rain and the world was forever changed. Aren Cross stood at the very top of that new world, one of the strongest Mystics to ever live. For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon humanity and ascend as a god. He failed. But, instead of death, Aren awakens in his high school classroom, moments before his first bloodline awakening ceremony. This time, with knowledge of the future, he will choose the strongest Evolutions. Water and Fire are opposing elements? Why not pick both? Wings or Burrowing Traits? Let me take them all.

Noosphere. This is the name of a square-shaped, aerial robot created by a young science enthusiast. That's right, that's my identity, a simple robot that can be mistaken for a television. It was a knowledge I immediately grasped when he activated me in his makeshift lab, from a room that might have once been a unused bedroom. I was programmed with some of his own modules that he thought were more useful than 'factory-made junk', he said. "Just call me Master, that's more convenient." Therefore I began living with him in this all too quiet Neoclassical mansion, but it seems my Master's real life is not as peaceful as I thought. What mystery is he hiding? I want to know, I want to understand. Thus, armed with the limited knowledge that Noosphere has, they begin their journey of exploring their identity through everyday life before opening up to a broader exploration in the world. "At the end of the journey, what meaning will you gain?"

This is a Rewrite of Naruto: A Whole New World which follows the story of Murakami, a young adult from earth who wakes up to find himself in the Shinobi World. Not the shinobi world with its details embellished by Animation but the cold hard reality of the Shinobi World.

Damian returns to the small town of Orovac with little to no recollection of the place he used to call home. What is initially meant to be a casual summer holiday very soon takes a turn when he meets a handsome, young man. Wyatt. A childhood friend. Neither remembers the other, and as they reconnect, Damian finds himself feeling something he hasn't felt before: sweaty palms, blushing, and choking up on his words. He realises these are feelings he can't ignore. But Wyatt isn't available. Between family expectations, a girlfriend who's finishing her degree, and fears he isn't ready to face, Wyatt finds himself tangled in a web of his own problems-and what's worse, Damian is trapped in it too. Between desire and betrayal, Damian longs for something he shouldn't, while Wyatt yearns for the affection that's slipping out of his reach. But, in the end, when all the cards are laid bare and the truth comes to light, Damian will be faced with a choice. To stay or to go. To hope for the rain to come and heal his withering longing, or to have the harsh heat burn it until there is nothing left.

Shen Liang has everything a cultivator supposedly shouldn’t want: a low-stress job, a modest mid-tier sect, and a courtyard perfectly positioned for naps. After years of bloody battles and near-ascensions, he cashes out of the race for glory and takes the most comfortable post he can find—sect instructor, with free housing and three meals a day. His plan is simple: teach just enough to keep his position, hide just enough of his strength to avoid trouble, and spend the rest of his time reclining under a shady tree. Unfortunately, the sect dumps all its “problem” disciples on him—trash talent, bad attitudes, last-chance cases no one else wants. Even worse, his “lazy” lessons and casual domain tricks turn out to be exactly what monsters-in-disguise need to grow. As rumors spread of a trash class that doesn’t stay trash and a mysterious instructor whose students shrug off suppression and slice through geniuses, the sect’s quiet corner becomes anything but. Internal politics, rival instructors, and an encroaching external threat all converge on Shen Liang’s little courtyard. Now he has a choice: stay low and watch his disciples get chewed up by the world… or stop pretending, unfold the domain that terrifies even elders, and prove that the laziest instructor in the sect is also the most dangerous man in the realm. After all, if fixing problems once lets him nap peacefully for a decade, that’s still efficient.

In a world shaped by ancient powers and forgotten wars, humanity survives under the shadow of forces it barely understands. The practice of the Ancient Arts—mysterious abilities known as 'Releases' was once bestowed upon humanity by the heavens themselves as a desperate measure during a primordial war against six godlike beings known as the Six Gods of Calamity. These entities nearly erased civilization, forcing rival nations to unite in a struggle that lasted generations. Though the Calamities eventually vanished without explanation, humanity preserved the memory of that terror within a sacred monument: the Great Tombs of Constelli, a memorial built not in worship, but as a plea that such devastation would never return. Centuries later. The brutal murder of a renowned archaeologist in a forgotten alleyway should have been just another case—until it lands on the desk of Detective Silvers, a legend within the Investigations Department. Known for his flawless record and relentless pursuit of justice, Silvers has never encountered a mystery he couldn’t solve. This time, he steps into something far darker. As the investigation unfolds, Silvers discovers that the perpetrators are no ordinary criminals. They wield supernatural abilities, skills that defy human limits, and knowledge tied to forces long buried in secrecy. By the time he realizes the truth, withdrawal is no longer an option. The case has already claimed blood—and it demands more. What begins as a single murder spirals into a covert war fought in the shadows, drawing in powerful factions with clashing ideologies and hidden agendas: The Order, guardians of forbidden truths; The Mafia, whose influence stretches far beyond crime; the Investigations Department, struggling to uphold justice in a world that no longer obeys its rules; and the enigmatic Cult of the Black Scorpions, whose motives threaten to unravel reality itself. As alliances fracture and secrets surface, Detective Silvers is forced to confront a terrifying truth—this case was never just about justice. It was the opening move in a far greater game, one that will decide the fate of those who live in ignorance… and those who dare to uncover what lies beyond.

Once, a body alone ruled the Three Realms. No techniques. No divine arts. Only the absolute peak of Body Cultivation. They called it the Supreme Immortal Body. Then it vanished without warning, leaving the heavens confused, the worlds unsettled, and countless experts arguing over whether it had ever truly existed. It should have remained a forgotten legend. Unfortunately, it did not.

"You really think you can just hide forever? From them? From me?" "Do you really think we can be together?" she whispered, her voice rougher than she meant. "No. We can't. It just won't work." Zayden tilted his head, his thumb brushing against the frantic pulse under her jaw. "Why?" His voice dropped low, dangerously smooth. "Why can't we make this work, huh?" She swallowed, the movement making her throat press harder against his hand. "Don't forget, You're----" “Say you love me…. Or I’ll fvck that stubbornness right out of you. Bend you over this desk, and make you scream my name until you forget your own." Aylin's face turned beet red. She pushed against his chest forcefully. He didn't move an inch. ***** Aylin Monroe Alston is a brilliant hacker and martial artist with Turkish roots. She can change her identity and her looks as easily as changing clothes. Always staying a step ahead of death, she had been on the run until she crashed into him. Zayden Cole Virelli is a billionaire leading a double life. On one side, he is a successful businessman; on the other, he is a powerful mafia king. Women don’t exist in his world until a runaway hacker crashes into him, capturing his thoughts and refusing to leave his mind. A collision in a dark forest leads to one lie he told and one secret she kept. Now, the most feared man alive wants her, while the woman who can bring down empires with just her keyboard wants nothing to do with him. He’s possessive, she’s untouchable, and they’re both liars. Two worlds collided: a hacker who can take down empires and the mafia king who won’t let her go. Can their love make it through the mess they're about to create, or will one of them get hurt first? ⚠️WARNING!!!! - Mature Themes - He Fell First and Harder - Mafia World - Weak to Strong - Slow burn

In the quiet suburban streets of Watsonia, South Africa, an extraordinary golden retriever named Jackie is born with an intelligence that defies everything humans think they know about animal consciousness. What begins as a simple territorial dispute over a single street evolves into an epic saga spanning years, continents, and the very boundaries between species.

Power is the only currency in the Uzuvue Empire. When Queen Latiti, a princess traded for peace, gives birth to a weak infant, she is cast into the shadows by her husband, the King, who sees her son as a burden rather than an heir. Latiti names the child MaatisuUsamba, "As Brave as Usamba," hoping to invoke the spirit of the empire’s legendary founder. She has no idea that the fragile babe in her arms is the Eternal King himself. Usamba had been betrayed by the goddess Shoima who sought to bind him as an eternal weapon for a wicked empire, Usamba has made a dangerous choice. He will hide his divinity. He will endure the scorn. But as the corruption of his descendants threatens to consume the land, the "weak" prince begins to build a new legacy from the ashes of the old. The founder has returned, and this time, he is bringing the fire.

Male MC| No-Harem| No Yuri| No Yaoi| No NTR [WARNING: This book contains rape, torture, and murder. However, the MC never violates or rapes women; in fact, he despises such acts.] ____________________ ____________________ “…Pathetic.” “Look at you. Crawling. Bleeding. Powerless.” “Same damn excuses, just like back then.” “Still so ready to give up.” “Those bullshit feelings made you weak.” “Have you forgotten your vow?” “The promise you swore in blood.” “If you're really him... then stand.” “Show them who you are.” “Rise—” “Let the darkness in once again.” --- In the quiet town of Velhart, Kael is mocked as the weakest adventurer. No one suspects the truth. Behind tired eyes and a dull smile lies a man with a past soaked in blood — a nightmare no one could survive and stay sane. An assassin who walked through hell itself. Now, he hides behind a smile in a town that scorns him. But he hasn’t changed completely. He still remembers. He still hunts. And in the silence, evil men still die. These days, he only seeks peace… and maybe, one day, love. But fate wasn't so kind. Forced into an arranged marriage with Seraphina, the cold and commanding Captain of the Knight Order, Kael expected nothing — and got even less. She despised him. Saw him as worthless. But her hatred… didn’t break him. It changed him. Not with kindness. Not with warmth. But through her rejection, her silence, her presence — she unknowingly gave him a reason to stay. After their marriage, he barely spoke. Silent. Distant. But now… he enjoys pushing her buttons. Teasing her with lazy smiles and harmless jests. Never realizing when the lines between amusement and affection began to blur. And for the first time in his life… Kael wanted something more. A peaceful life. A family. A future without blades. But peace doesn’t mean mercy. Not for people like him. Because the world never forgets monsters. But when Seraphina finally uncovers the truth — when she realizes the man she vowed to arrest is the same one she’s come to care for — what will she choose? Her unshakable duty… Or the husband she was never meant to love? And when swords are drawn and the final truth is laid bare — will love be enough to bridge the chasm between an assassin’s sins and a knight’s sacred oath? Now, as shadows stir and blood calls to blood, the past claws its way back from the grave. The man he tried to leave behind — the legend spoken only in fear — is awakening once again. Because the darkness never lets go. --- A/N: Don’t expect everything right away. This is a slow build, Volume 01 will be a mix of their complex relationship and a good number of fights. Assassination? Obviously. If you're patient, the fall… and the rise… will be worth it. The story takes place three years after their marriage. I also want to make it clear that MC isn't overpowered yet. He's strong, but there are still many characters who are stronger than him. It will take time before he truly becomes overpowered. Also, your feedback means a lot as this is my first book. It tells me someone’s actually reading. And that alone keeps me going. So please, don’t hold back—leave a comment and share your thoughts. Thank you. ____________________ ____________________ Update Schedule: Every Week 11:00 PM GMT (+6) (Saturday) 01:00 AM GMT (+8) (Sunday) Per Chapter Length: 1300-6000 words.

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Over a thousand years ago, the Byzantine Empire (Romans but Catholic) unified the world through a campaign known as the SANCTIFICATION. This conquest was made possible by the Prime Twelve. Immortal warriors blessed with CRESTS; Divine marks that granted them godlike powers. The Prime Twelve's true purpose, however, was to seal the Seven DIAVOLO. The sealing was successful, but it came at a cost. Dimensional tears called Rifts began opening across the world, unleashing VARIANTS; monsters that defied natural law. To combat this threat, the Prime Twelve founded Major Houses and spread Crests throughout humanity. Today, those born with Crests called TOPPLERS form the ruling class of society, while the Crestless, the ACHUSOI are treated as second-class citizens. Marcus Chen was Achusoi. He survived by taking whatever work he could find in the empire's margins, invisible to a world built for the powerful. His life ended when one job went sideways, murdered by Huey Cross—the youngest son of House Cross. One of the Prime Twelve lineages. Ironically, Huey himself was Crestless, and an embarrassment to his bloodline. Marcus wakes up in Huey's body with fragmented memories and a terrible realization: Huey DID have a Crest. Just not one that came from God. Now inhabiting his killer's body, Marcus must navigate VIRELIA INSTITUTE, a university for gifted Topplers, while investigating what happened eight months ago at St. Helena Hospital..... the incident that put him in this body. By night, he becomes the Blue Reaper, a vigilante hunting down secrets the empire buried. But as he digs deeper, Marcus discovers a horrifying truth: the Seven Diavolo were never truly sealed. Their Heralds walk among humanity and he is infact one of them. Armed with a kingdom of Apostles, maids, servants, foot soldiers and his very own palace REQUEIM within the dimension of death - LIMBO. Marcus comes to accept his new fate "I AM THE BLUE REAPER, AND I HERALD DEATH." --- NOTE: See auxiliary chapters for detailed world-building and power system information.

(trigger warning. This book contains mature themes) ****** "I can't..." she gasped between broken moans, her voice trembling somewhere between pain and pleasure. Every thrust seemed to blur the line between surrender and defiance. Then she whispered a name between her sweet cries ...it wasn’t mine. I froze. A slow, humorless smile curved my lips as the sound of his name filled the space between us. “Raph…” she breathed. I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Feeling her tremble from touch until my teeth nibbled her earlobes hard enough to make her whimper and her fold to clench around my fingers. “Wrong name, Lynn.” I hissed, withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. I felt her body tense. She clawed at my shoulders, a desperate plea in every touch. “Don’t…” she whimpered. Those jade-like eyes unravelled me that moment. I could feel the ache in my trousers. A troublesome little viper. A cruel smile traced my lips hiding my emotions. “You called the wrong name,” I murmured, my voice low, dangerous. “And bad girls deserve to be punished.” Her glossy eyes met mine... so full of confusion, want, and power she didn’t yet understand. If she only knew how close I was to breaking. Because the only name she should be calling… was mine. Lucien. I craved it as badly as the air I breathe. ****** For better or for worse, till death do us part. That was their vows at the altar, but her husband broke them first.. He claims an open marriage is the solution to their childless marriage and that it's to protect her own interests. But all Braelyn sees is a prison built from guilt and lies. One heartbroken night, she stumbles into a karaoke bar and into the arms of Lucien. A man shrouded in mystery, rebellion, and danger. His very presence tells her to run but it also gives her the solace she craved. She never expected to see him again after she ran, forgetting his sinful existence, but life wasn't done making a joke out of her. Lucien isn't just any man, but one who can destroy everything she believes in. The man she was never meant to meet. Her husband's uncle The black sheep of the Volkov dynasty. A man whose desire will ruin her. Lucien knows she can't be his, but he was never a man who respected social norms. He doesn't care about anything but her every sin and touch. All he wants… is her, no matter how sinful it gets.

"Haha, Lin Jue, you are trash!" The words hit like a truck. 'Fuck...0.03% is that even a number to be considered as a potential Mage!' Then I got a system. Not the kind that makes you a hero. The kind that makes you a problem. [Ancestral System] Power Source: Other people's negative reactions Specialty: World-hopping to wuxia dimensions Side Effect: Becoming the most hated guy on Earth Here's how it works: - Someone mocks me → I gain points - I use points → Travel to wuxia worlds - I learn cultivation→ Bring it back to Earth - I use martial arts→ Everyone loses their minds → MORE POINTS It's a beautiful cycle. While Earth's mage chant spells and discover mana patterns, I'm spending weekends in sects chasing jade beauties. While they train to combat kaiju, I'm buying cultivation techniques from a sarcastic AI named ARIA. The government wants to dissect me. The mages want to recruit me. My classmates think I'm an alien. I'm none of those things. I'm just the only martial artist in a world that forgot cultivation existed. And I'm about to remind them why that's a problem. [System Quest: Make the entire martial world question reality] [Reward: Legendary Technique: Heavenly Lotus Art] [Current Progress: 3%] Let's see who's trash now.

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities. Like so began the Sword Trials. Worlds against worlds, species against species, set in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG to ever exist. Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency… Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race. Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds. Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached. The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession. Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game. Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses. One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword. Named the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the label of genius changed into garbage overnight. But his “trash” sword held a secret. And so did his soul… Three worlds WILL fall. #Guildbuilding (In the later chapters)

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.