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Humanity is at war with a vicious blood-tasty alien organization called 'the creed' Who is going to save humanity? --------------------- Ryan, a sixteen years old boy gets transmigrated into another world after his death, his soul enters into the body of another sixteen years old called Ryan in that world. Coincidentally, both Ryan suffered at the hands of the people around them, and both their families. To make things worst, the new Ryan could not awaken any ability like other kids and became the object of mockery in his school. When he thought that his life was coming to an end, he suddenly awakens a system inside of him. With the help of this system, he gains an ability, not just one but multiple abilities that will help him. The system tasks him with a mission to save humanity and help fight the war with the creed but he refuses to meddle in the affairs of the humans because of how he has been treated in the past. What will happen to our Ryan? Will he continue to run away from his mission? Or will he have a change of heart?" Let's find out in this journey. ----------- Chapters will come daily as long as you vote for more.... The cover isn't mine, credit to their rightful owners. TAGS: A little bit of villain Mc, Bloodshed, multiple females around the Mc, playful Mc, demons, elves, vampires, goblins, monsters etc.

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**

Mu Qiu jolted awake, the stench of decay filling his nostrils. He wasn't in his old apartment; he was sprawled on cracked asphalt, surrounded by the moans of the undead. He was reborn in the apocalypse. Worse, his body, dormant for two years, had mutated. He was a Corpse King, an apex predator with the power to devour and assimilate. Then, a voice echoed in his mind, clear and precise. [Congratulations, Host! You have successfully bound the Supreme World Sign-In System!] [You have arrived at your first sign-in location: Ravaged City Center. Reward: Holy Lord's Demonic Energy.] Mu Qiu stared at his clawed hands, the flesh pale and cold. A system? In this hellhole? [Next sign-in location: Mutated Zombie Hive. Estimated time: 12 hours.] [Daily Quest: Devour 100 Lesser Undead. Reward: Evolution Points.] [Status: Corpse King - Level 1. Evolution Points: 0. Demonic Energy: Acquired.] [Inventory: Empty.] He could see the information floating in his vision, like a translucent screen. The world was a nightmare, and survival as a human was impossible. But as a Corpse King with a system? That was a different story. [Would you like to absorb the Holy Lord's Demonic Energy?] Mu Qiu's jaw clenched. Yes. [Absorption commencing...]

Stanley Garin was a serious young, intelligent and passionate man who loved computers. His love to build and program computers got him a wide recognition and eventually he got a job. But unknown to him, his first Job came with a big secret. ************* She couldn't wait any longer and slipped down the bed to press her tongue against his hot flesh. He tasted so good! Her long candy pink tongue slipped out to wrap around his shaft three times and squeezed. "OMIGOD! Oh geezus! What- what are you doing?" he asked. She chuckled sexily, unable to talk with her tongue stroking his cock up and down like a wet fist. When she reached the head she uncoiled her tongue and licked at the spikes and purred at their silky smooth texture. Stanley was mumbling as his body experienced this bliss for the first time. It was quickly becoming too much for him. He felt something happening in his body. A pressure and a need. Can he escape his raging desires before things get even worse? Find out in this steamy and thigh tingling 8 part erotic series... ********* NOTE: This story contains strong sexual scenes, romance, lesbianism, succubus, oral, satyr, and magic. Read and enjoy...

Elliot scanned his eyes round Lexa's curvy body, making her nervous. “Wow. Such beauty,” he said, with the most glorious smile. “A-are you him?” Alexa had never felt so weak. “What was I thinking? I forgot I can’t kill royals so easily. I definitely won’t want to kill you.” He bowed before her. “I’m sorry your majesty. I forgot you were royalty.” Alexa gulped. He moved like flash, appearing here and there within the twinkle of an eye. He sped to her back and held her waist. She whimpered. “I know everything about you and I know what you want,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you want me.” She pulled away from him. He smiled… a deadly smile. Alexa wanted to be strong, she was a Queen after all. “If you know what I want then you must tell me what you want in return.” "Everyone knows that the devil wants," Elliot said, smiling with great lust. *** Will the love between the devil and a prized angel ever succeed? Will a prophecy overrule a witch's curse? Will Elliot be given an second chance into holiness? Will their love prevail and will their forbidden love be accepted by the realms?

Kael died once. That should’ve been the end of his story. Instead, the universe spat him back into a body far too young, armed with a power too gentle for a world too cruel — healing. Now reincarnated in a realm of blood, sigils, and fucked-up prophecy, Kael is tethered to a system that refuses to let him die quietly. With every wound he mends, every soul he saves, something in the world grows obsessed with him — and it doesn't know how to love gently. This isn’t a tale of a soft-hearted healer. This is war in reverse. --- Synopsis Kael was a broken mercenary, trained to end lives cleanly and silently. When a mission went sideways, his death was supposed to be a mercy. But instead of peace, he wakes up eight years old in a world where magic is real, monsters are philosophical, and the System — an AI-like force of impossible will — has made him its chosen Healer. But healing in this world isn’t passive. To mend flesh, he must feel the pain. To revive the dead, he must stare into death. And to survive, he must master the language of combat through restoration. Thrown into an orphanage that smells like trauma and burnt bread, surrounded by allies with secrets and enemies with smiles, Kael starts building power the only way the System allows — by saving people who are definitely not worth saving. Along the way, Kael must contend with psychic cultists, violent guild politics, experimental arcane theory, and the uncomfortable truth that whatever rules this universe? It fucking loves him. Maybe too much.

Jake sensed a problem as soon as he left the hallway.He had circumnavigated the complex's exterior by following the gate until he had gained some distance from the creatures he hoped were still attempting to enter the pool.He cut through one of the buildings to get back to the parking lot once he was comfortable doing so.Although it was almost as if he sensed the overturned SUV, he did not immediately notice it.One of the dumpster sites in the complex had two large city dumpsters enclosed by brick walls, preventing it from reaching his location.He only had to walk a few steps before he saw the clearly upside-down portion of the vehicle sticking out from the dumpster block.He took a few more steps, and he saw something strange and reflective lying on the ground. Another few steps revealed the object's identity. Sunglasses with aviators. Jake recognized Lucas 's aviator sunglasses right away.which meant Francis , and he started to run.Run wasn't even close to being sufficient.Jake probably had never moved faster in his entire life.He didn't even give it much thought.He had forgotten about his worn-out body and aching limbs.They were a thing of the past and had long since disappeared from history.He had no idea that there were undead creatures all around.They had also become non-entities.For him, the overturned SUV and its contents were the only things that mattered.

He spent three years on his knees. He was never meant to be there. Three years ago, Kael woke up in an alley with no memories and no name. A wealthy family took him in, married him to the daughter they'd given up on, and turned him into their live-in servant—the one who apologizes when vases break and doesn't fight back when fists fly. Then something inside him starts to wake up. Hunters begin appearing. Beautiful, inhuman things that speak a name he doesn't recognize, and when they say it, something in him answers. Memories start bleeding through—memories of power, of judgment, of being something far more than human. Kael wasn't a nobody who lost his past. He was a god. The one who held other gods accountable. And when he got too close to their secrets, they ripped away his power, erased his mind, and buried him in a mortal body to suffer and forget. Now he's remembering. But every time he reaches for what he used to be, he loses a piece of the life he built here—his memories, his emotions, his connection to the wife who stayed. His brother, a god of war, is coming to finish the job. Seven days until he arrives. Kael can become what he was and lose everything human about himself, or stay who he is and die.

In the shadowed kingdom of Valthorne, King Aric fell deeply in love with Seraphine, a half-demon woman of infernal beauty and fire. Their son, Prince Kane, was born heir to the throne. But weeks later, Aric was found murdered,throat slashed. His ruthless sister, Lady Morgana, accused Seraphine of using demonic sorcery to kill him. The queen was burned alive in the public square, her screams lost to black flames. The infant Kane was spared, raised as the "cursed prince" under Morgana's cold rule. Twenty-two years later, on the eve of his coronation, a terrified maid enters his chambers with a dagger. In the struggle, she stabs herself and dies. Guards find Kane standing over her body, blood on his hands. His fiancée, Princess Valerie of Eldrath, rejects him with disgust: "Just like your mother. A demon wearing a crown." The court condemns him without trial. Dragged to Dead Hill Valley,a bottomless abyss for the damned,Kane swears vengeance: "I will return. And every soul who betrayed my parents will burn." They hurl him into the void. He falls. Until darkness catches him. At the valley floor, demons with storm-gray skin and glowing amber eyes surround him. A fierce silver-haired female sees the blazing Emperor's mark on his shoulder. She commands: "Kneel. This is the one." They bow. She steps closer, smiling. "You are home, my king." The abandoned prince is no bastard. He is the last heir to an empire of demons. And vengeance is only the beginning.

They said he was broken. Born without magic. Chained at sixteen. Thrown from the sky like trash. But Kael Veyrin didn’t lack power. He had too much. In a world where floating cities rule the heavens and magic belongs only to “pure” bloodlines, Kael is a Hollowborn, someone society calls defective. During the Ascension Rite, his touch doesn’t awaken magic. It shatters it. And in doing so, he exposes a truth the world was never meant to remember. Magic was stolen.The system is a lie. And Kael is proof. Marked as a Reverter, hunted by the ruling Council, Kael discovers a forbidden ability: he can copy any spell, any power, and see magic as it was before bloodlines controlled it. But every spell costs him something far worse than pain. His identity. With every stolen ability, his mind fractures. чуж Voices bleed into his thoughts. His body changes. His humanity slips away, percentage by percentage. Now the city above wants him erased. The world below wants him dead. And the only person anchoring him to who he was is about to be executed as bait. He has one hour. A 0.03% chance of success. And a choice that will decide the fate of magic itself. Climb back to the sky… or lose himself becoming strong enough to burn it all down. Power can free the world. Or erase the boy who wields it.