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Expelled from Hogwarts. Imprisoned in Azkaban. Forgotten by the world. Sagres Greengrass was a name whispered in the Wizarding World with fear and awe. A half-blood from a pure-blood family. A prodigy who created spells no one dared speak aloud. A genius who crossed every line in pursuit of knowledge—and paid the price. Branded dangerous, he vanished into the shadows of Azkaban. Five years later, he returns—not as a student, but as a professor. Sagres Greengrass is a transmigrator. As a member of a pure-blood family in the magical world, his first experience of magic came from a Cruciatus Curse cast by his mother. When he wanted to seek help from his father, he found out that his father was a Death Eater. Imprisonment in Azkaban did not leave him with madness and corruption, but rather a kind of chilling elegance. With the power of forbidden knowledge, a mind sharpened by torment, and secrets only a dark wizard could know… The Dangerous Genius is back. ______ Support the translation and read Two Weeks/12 chaps ahead at- Patreon/DarkDevil1

Hikari no Kuro (Black of Light) He was born into violence. Trained by sixteen. Forced to kill by seventeen. By eighteen, Kuro did not inherit Tokyo’s underground. He absorbed it, until his silence ruled louder than screams. For twenty years he wore a scar under his eye and blood on his knuckles. His father built a king; Kuro became a monster who believed he deserved no light. Then he vanished. No war. No funeral. Just rain, a battered T9 phone, and a throne he abandoned only after making sure it would not collapse without him. Hikari was never meant to meet him. She has spent her life learning how to disappear: shaking hands, hidden bruises, a breath that catches when men get too close. She does not believe in rescue. Only survival. When violence corners her in a dead-end alley, Kuro sees her. Not a victim, not a ghost, but someone worth pulling back from the edge. Even if the calm he wears stops holding. This is not a love story. It is a covenant written in bone and forty-three seconds of silence, between a woman who believes she is ash..., and the man who knows ash still burns. Because even in the purest light... a shadow always lingers. ! Content warning ! : violence, trauma themes, harassment. Chapter-specific CWs provided.

"Some sins are buried in the dirt, others in concrete. But they all start breathing eventually." Michael Hale is Chicago's most prestigious psychologist. He dissects the minds of others while keeping his own dark secret professionally buried. Fifteen years ago, under the Dawson Bridge, a murder was committed. A crime his father made disappear. Now, the past is breathing down his neck. A mysterious figure, Asher Burke—a collector of sins—offers Michael a chilling choice: Die as a victim of your past. Discard your conscience and transform into a monster to survive. With enemies at his doorstep and allies drowning in suspicion, the mask of justice is cracking. How long can a killer play the healer? An A.R.A. Story | Psychological Noir | Anti-Hero Lead

“Kindness built upon others’ suffering is the most hypocritical kind of kindness.” — Uzumaki Kushina ——— A bloodstained Uchiha boy walked toward the main gate, carrying three human heads. All three heads wore masks, their faces impossible to identify. This boy was Rengoku, rushing back from Kusagakure after being rescued by Muku and Ryuzetsu. He traded a single piece of intel for a special rapid treatment. He never dared stop, not even to change clothes, heading straight back to Konoha. When he reached the village gate, gatekeepers Kamizuki Izumo and Hagane Kotetsu stepped up immediately to confirm his identity. “Uchiha Rengoku, mission in Kusagakure.” While flipping through the file in his hand, Hagane Kotetsu gave the heads a quick look. “Did something unexpected happen?” ——— “Looks like I made it in time.” Hearing the clan meeting had just ended, Rengoku finally let out a breath of relief. He had been rushing nonstop, didn’t even change clothes, and managed to make it back before the night of the clan extermination. The Uchiha clan meeting had wrapped up already. Konoha had learned from Itachi about the Uchiha coup plan. Danzo had likely already ordered Itachi to wipe out the clan. Itachi was probably contacting Tobi these past few days, preparing to move. But now that he’d made it back, there was still a chance to gamble. ——— For Rengoku, this was only the beginning. As long as he protected the Uchiha clan, its members would become his endless source of chakra. The rise of the Uchiha was the road to his own power. He would one day become the god of the Uchiha. And even, the GOD OF THIS WORLD. (It is being continued from Chapter 336. To read previous chapters, search the name.) ═❀IT'S A TL❀═ RAW:

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

Born of the bottomless abyss, I forsook all that once defined me. Through endless slaughter and boundless ruin, wreathed in blood and flame, I rose— To seize the supreme throne! I am the Plague King, corruption incarnate, rotting worlds with my breath. I am the Doomsday Demon God, igniting all creation, ushering the end of days. I am the primeval blight, defiler of laws, corrupter of souls, the abyssal source of all evil. I am the Supreme Overfiend, slayer of gods, defiler of heavens, the usurper of fate itself. I am the undoing of all order— The Eternal Sovereign of the Bottomless Abyss!

I transmigrated as a minor villain in an apocalypse novel. The kind where the protagonist dies, regresses, awakens a ridiculous cheat ability, and saves the world. So my survival plan was simple. Stop bullying him, make peace, cling to him until the story ends. There was just one problem. This is the timeline where the world ends. The protagonist hasn’t regressed yet. Instead of a future god, there’s only a weak, trembling nobody—kneeling at my feet like a scared little chicken I used to bully for fun. And this… this thing is supposed to become humanity’s savior? As I look down at him shaking in fear, one single thought crosses my mind: .....We're all screwed.

If we ever get teleported to an unknown world without having had time to do anything,in a world unknown, with no guarantee of survival what on earth happened!? Nico, a young teenager, suddenly finds himself transported to another world just as he was about to rest after a long day at school. In the blink of an eye, his life has been turned upside down. He wakes up in a completely different world, and to make matters even more complicated, he is not alone. Alongside him is a young girl who has also been transmigrated. Faced with an incomprehensible situation, they will have to stick together to find a solution. However, the girl has a disability that may make things even more difficult... But he will soon find himself at the heart of various mysteries and conspiracies. He will also have powerful allies and friends, notably Karla, a highly skilled knight-mage who will train him.

In a world where a summoner's worth is measured by the majesty of their spirit, Adrian is a laughingstock. While his peers at the Royal Summoner Academy call forth lions, dragons, and titans, Adrian is tethered to a solitary, ragged crow named Obsidian. To the elite, he's just a commoner with a scavenger; a "weak" boy with a "worthless" bird. But names can be deceiving. Obsidian isn't a mere bird of prey- he is a vessel for eldritch forces that predated the stars. As Adrian navigates the cutthroat academic life of the academy, he must hide Obsidian's true, terrifying nature until he is strong enough to wield it. From the bottom of the rankings to the peak of legend, the world is about to learn that when the crow flies, the god themselves tremble.

The world believes it is safe. It isn’t. It’s only quiet because the truth was buried beneath enough lies to choke creation itself. But the Ashen siblings are beginning to remember. When Grim Ashen’s storm-fire resonates with the sealed Memory Root, something ancient stirs—something that should never wake. The Blank Court calls it a relic. The Guardians call it a wound. The Root calls the Ashens only one word: “Children.” Each sibling carries a forbidden shard of Vortharion, the Crimson Sovereign who sacrificed himself to imprison the Eldritch Stars. Now those shards are trembling… wanting to return to the whole. The Blank Court races to awaken the Seventh Star, unaware that the Ashens are the final locks holding the universe together. Because the truth is simple and terrifying: The Ashen siblings were never meant to be heroes. They are the keys Vortharion left behind. And the thing they unlock… does not open. It feeds. With every battle, every awakening, every pulse of the Root, more cracks spread through reality. And through those cracks, a thousand voices whisper: “Come home.

Max is, well......there's no better way to put it, Max, is a psychopath. on the plus side though! he's not violent, he sees no point in it, calls it wasted effort, that's not what he is, it's actually off topic, but, ANYWAY! *Clears throat*......back on topic, what he is, is dead, killed by a serial killer, a DIFFERENT psychopath. I mean, the fucking odds! nevertheless, that topic much more appropriate for another day, Max, while dead, finds himself face to face with a demon god, an entity more than willing to grant this emotionless soul a deal, and a second chance. and, well, unsurprisingly to anyone, he accepts, and in this deal, well, he has demands. he actually has a list, almost like he expected this to happen. but, that aside, none of this wouldn't have happened if it weren't for Max, so...... buckle up I guess, this definitely isn't going to be your average story.

Cassian awakens as the lowest F-rank with the swordsman class. Everyone he thought he knew immediately broke connections with him. However, as the despair of his rank finally starts to clutch him, a devil offers a deal. As long as he does not give in to the torture of the demon king, humanity will be spared from their invasion. With the regenerative powers granted by the demon king, his body bears no mark of torture, but his mind is not the same. Humanity scorns the one person protecting it from ruin. The demon king's schemes run far too deep, and Cassian tries to endure as everything he thought he knew turns against him. 'All for Humanity.'

[PS: A CHARACTER WITH A LOT OF AURA. DON'T EXPECT AN ANIME CAUSE IT WILL BE TOO EPIC. THE CHARACTER IS RUTHLESS, COLD AND A VILLAIN IN TRUE SENSE. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A DARK NOVEL MC YOU JUST FOUND THE DARKEST, CRUELEST AND CRAZIEST NOVEL MC THERE.IS ] This is a novel about a former human becoming a demon because of a game . Living the life as a demon from the abyss and crossing to other worlds.( there will be different systems in use.. different plots... different Powers. expect cultivation system, game system, magic system and much more ).His main objective is to destroy and cause chaos among the multi universe. Also this novel is using a ranking that affects both the anime verse and comic verse. Void becomes a primordial demon and step by step changes the view of all races about demons.demons are not weak , demons are pure chaos. Note the MC is cruel and indifferent to life . A dark novel.. don't expect a son of destiny... Infact void isn't a villain he is much much cruel . Don't read if u are weak minded. """"""""""""""" 100 powerstones — 2 extra chapters by weekend. 200 powerstones — 4 extra chapters 50 golden ticket — 5 massive chapters release.

After being dropped into the world of Harry Potter, Leonard awakened a plant cultivation system. Any plant he touched could be massively enhanced, even absorbing materials from Magical Creatures to gain entirely new abilities. Chomping Cabbage can’t move? Only good for potion ingredients? Speed boost! Split! Shield breaker! Self-destruct! Cabbage, get in there and bite him! Venomous Tentacula doesn’t reach far enough? Dragon Breath! Poison Spray! Transform into an unfeeling artillery piece. What used to be plants that were only a little dangerous became the sworn enemies of wizards once Leonard got his hands on them. Then the Second Wizarding War erupted. Voldemort led his Death Eaters in an assault on Hogwarts—only to be met by rolling hills of Chomping Cabbages and Whomping Willows sprouting legs and covered in dragon scales. The battlefield turned into an all-out Plants vs. Wizards war. Voldemort: I’m losing my damn mind.

The gods built a hierarchy to keep the world in order. At the bottom, mortals suffer. At the top, demigods feast. Cyan is reborn into this system—not to challenge it, but to climb it. Chosen by a god who see's him as disposable, he awakens within the High Archy, carrying a curse that feeds on violence and rewards annihilation. Every life he takes sharpens his ascent. Every fallen demigod brings him closer to the summit. He does not rage. He does not hesitate. He kills, because the system demands it. As demigods vanish and divine balances collapse, something begins to unsettle the heavens. The hierarchy was never meant to be climbed this way. The gods are watching now. Not because they can stop him— but because they are no longer certain what will happen when he reaches the top.

They wanted a weapon. They created a calamity. Han Jiyul was supposed to die in the mud, betrayed by the master who raised him. Instead, he survived by accepting a curse: the Blood Ember a forbidden relic that feeds on rage and memories. Now, Jiyul walks a path of blood, driven by a hunger for strength that terrifies even the heavens. From the shadows of the Death Spring Mountains to the dazzling light of the Grand Tournament, Jiyul’s rise draws the gaze of the Gods. They see him as an anomaly. A mistake. A pawn to be used.   They are wrong. He is not a pawn. He is the return of a forgotten king who once commanded the world with a smile. Jiyul must answer one question: Will he save this broken world... or burn it all to ash? "I don't fight to win. I fight so things end." - Han jiyul

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