I Cultivate Passively

Daemon was a genius gamer and multimillionaire celebrity, because of this he was one of the world's top gamers respected for his brilliant combinations of techniques and his prowess of war arts. Even after three years of playing, he found it difficult to become a top ranker in a VR MMO. He only discovered three years later that his experience was always halfed by theq game's programmers, who were well aware of this. In his rage, he teamed up with Evil NPCs to slaughter many players, causing the game to lose customers on a daily basis. The game programmers began programming Evil bosses to kill Daemon; fortunately, he reincarnated with a system, The Evil Cultivation system, that allowed him to cultivate ina game rather than the normal experience process. The journey of the player who defied the rules of the game has begun. [Side quest] Player kill One Thousand players. Reward: A secret path to a treasure cave in the game. penalty: Meridian blockage. Time limit: 90 days

After dying in a fission blast that decimated an entire state, Maxmillan's soul transmigrated into the body of a five-year old in a new world where Astra Mystralis — an energy that causes endless magical manifestations, could be harnessed and manipulated to invoke countless amazing magical effects. But unfortunately for Maxmillan, he couldn't sense or perceive Astra Mystralis, talk more of control or manipulate it and was therefore labeled a 'Reject' which prevented him from interacting with anyone in the society, since they avoided him like a deadly contagious plague that killed immediately it was contracted. So, with such a label accompanying Maxmillan everywhere, how would he survive? How would he fare against the oppressive, abusive and wicked intimidatory acts done to him by the proud and lofty casters of Astra Mystralis? Would he be able to thrive and function in a world where everyone, including five to six-year olds could control Astral Mystralis and bring about myriad fascinating magical effects? To know more, follow Maxmillan in his unfathomably-arduous journey as he tries to survive, thrive and defeat every nigh-insurmountable odd that would appear in his path using the Supreme Battle-Technology System; a dimension-warping, living technological consciousness that possesses near-infinite, super-advanced technologies and would rewardingly empower him with futuristic items like: Multiple-Barrel Laser Burst Emission Gun, Strength-Amplifying Exo-Mechanical Arms, Wide-Area Plasmic and Electric Arc Grenades, Outer-Space Fast-Flight Heavy Armor, Turbo-Thruster Propelled Super-Speed Ultracycle and many others, for as long as he can complete suddenly prompted tasks, quests and missions before their stipulated deadlines. So, with unending technological empowerments, biological augmentations, and advanced cybernetical fortifications obtained from the Supreme Battle-Technology System, watch how a war-seasoned Maxmillan will fight his way through teeming large numbers of Astra Mystralis users and gradually ascend to a great height of fame, honor and glory!

Transferred to a technologically-advanced Earth as an infant from a planetary-powerhouse named Al-Vrygon, Geltorak—now Hunter Stone—blossomed into a highly-skilled fighter, a fearsome technologically-enhanced operative, and a globally-celebrated genius inventor. But at the age of 20, before Hunter Stone could really dream of achieving the status of god-like inventor, Earth suddenly plunged into a crisis of total destruction. A mysterious figure, predating Hunter's arrival, had abruptly risen to power and united the world as its inaugural hegemonic ruler. Unwilling to witness global annihilation, Hunter, who had undergone many training, began to forge alliances with tech-powered soldiers, mechanically-augmented battle veterans, and super-powered alien beings that resided on Earth. Together, they endured relentless violent conflicts and devastating battles against allied enemy forces, as they strived to avert the foreseen apocalypse—a looming decimation of Earth and the extermination of all living beings. Emerging as the revered leader of a particular faction in a desolate, war-torn Earth, Hunter embarked on a space odyssey to seek certain answers. But he became inadvertently ensnared in a scheme that led to the unceasing subjugation and eventual annihilation of numerous planets by a malevolent cosmic force. Determined to halt the unending planetary destructions, Hunter traversed dimensions to lost otherworldly civilizations, where he gathered materials to construct god-like technological wonders, and colossal supermachines known as Divinity-Machines—behemoth cosmomechanical marvels capable of rivalling the grand cosmic powers of hypothetical outer-space omniversal gods. Accompanied by his planet-shaking monolithic inventions, and adorned with the myriad god-subduing items that he built, he gradually formed alliances with friends, numerous other beings, and potent huge armies from distant planets, all sharing the hope of thwarting the tyrannical nefarious power from advancing in its wicked conquest! Yet, the looming question persisted: Would Hunter Stone really succeed, or would he become a mere remnant in the annals of cosmic history?

Betrayed. Poisoned. Forgotten. Kael Aric, once the brilliant crown prince, dies at the hands of those he trusted most. But fate grants him a second chance reborn as the Tyrant’s Heir, with the memories of his past life burning like fire in his veins. This time, there will be no mercy. With a system that allows him to cultivate, level up, and unlock golden finger powers, Kael vows to rise from the ashes. Every scheming courtier, every backstabbing noble, and every traitor who once mocked him will face his revenge. From a weak, overlooked heir to a ruthless warrior prince, he will crush his enemies with cold precision, turning humiliation into face-slapping victories. Yet behind his sharp blade lies a secret: the true enemy is not only within the palace walls, but lurking in the shadows of the empire itself. Will Kael use his rebirth to seize the throne, rewrite destiny, and build a kingdom stronger than ever before? Or will the chains of betrayal tighten once more around his neck?

Dante must enter a portal that takes him to a world in the middle of nowhere. He had been chosen by the parents of the bakery owner he had previously looted. Niflheim is a world filled with ice and snow. There Dante must fight according to the mission that will be given periodically by Nidhug. He was a mystical dragon who acted as a God in that world. The battle is like a game, where Nidhug is the holder of power and rules. 'Game of the Destiny' is a game that will decide the fate of every race in their home world. Game of the Destiny, held once every 500 years to fill Nidhug's boredom. Now it's Dante's turn to do it as the fire prince in this crazy game. Instead of following the game with resignation. Dante has another plans!

A thousand years ago, the world was consumed by an apocalyptic catastrophe. A thousand feet tall Sword came from above and setttled on earth. The earth itself twisted under the weight of its power, and from the fallout emerged monstrous creatures born from radiation and chaos it brought. In the centuries that followed, humanity clawed its way back from the brink of extinction. Massive fortress cities now stand as bastions of survival, shielding the remnants of mankind from the horrors that lurk beyond their walls. Over time, a new power system emerged — one that allowed humans to awaken unique abilities at the age of sixteen. Some gained bloodline powers, inheriting ancient strengths. Others awakened elemental affinities, commanding fire, water, or lightning as extensions of their will. But when Aren Hunter faced his awakening ceremony, he awakened… nothing. No bloodline. No element. Instead, something entirely different stirred within him — a mysterious interface that called itself the Creation System. “You can create any technique you desire — as long as you have the points to pay for it.” It also granted him the ability to cultivate any technique placed within its slots. Now, armed with this strange and limitless power, Aren must forge his own path. Will he rise to protect his family and defend humanity against the darkness — or fade away as another forgotten name lost to time? --- System Interface: [Host: Aren Hunter] [Tier: Non-Awakened] [Slot 1: Inactive (0/100)] [Slot 2: Locked] [Slot 3: Locked] [Slot 4: Locked] [Slot 5: Locked] [Points: 0]

A sky filled with fire and screams. But death wasn't the end it was the beginning. He wakes in a lavish royal chamber, not as himself, but in the frail, dying body of a mysterious young boy named Kael. The problem? Kael is no ordinary child. He’s a forgotten royal, shunned by nobles, pitied by the kind-hearted Princess Seraphina… and possibly the heir to something far more dangerous than a throne. He remembers his world technology, logic, science. But here, power comes in the form of spiritual energy, ancient bloodlines, and magic tied to forces long buried. Everyone thinks Kael is weak. Insignificant. Disposable. They’re wrong. As he unravels the secrets of Kael’s identity, he discovers whispers of a forbidden prophecy, a war that nearly tore the kingdom apart, and a dragon’s bloodline that should have been erased centuries ago. Now, hunted by those who fear what he might become and drawn to the fierce, mysterious Seraphina, He must navigate royal courts, deadly conspiracies, and a body that doesn’t feel like his own. But just as he begins to grasp his new reality “The sky rips open. A roar echoes across the kingdom. Something was coming. And it wasn’t friendly. Something ancient has awakened… and it remembers Kael’s name.” #adventure

I never thought betrayal would hit me this hard. I caught my girlfriend cheating on me with the most popular guy on campus. I stood there, frozen, watching as she laughed in his arms—like I never even existed. And when I confronted them, I was the one who got blamed. Me. Because I was poor. Because I had no influence. She didn’t even try to defend me. And when I was at my lowest, when I thought I was about to die, something impossible happened. A screen appeared in front of me, glowing with strange letters. [Spend one million dollars within three days to unlock a greater prize.] It was a system—one that could give me unlimited wealth, but only if I played by its rules. With this, I could have anything. I could crush the ones who humiliated me. I could make them pay. But I quickly realized that money alone wouldn’t be enough. The man I was up against wasn’t just some rich playboy—he was dangerous, and he wasn’t going down easily. If I wanted to win, I had to be smarter. I had to use every trick, every advantage, and push the system to its limits. The question is—do I have what it takes?

I was the last one left, I watched as humanity's greed took over, as brothers killed brothers and fathers turned on sons. I watched humanity end and with nothing left to live for, I ended my life. Now I'm back to a month before the apocalypse, I've been given a second chance and I will not waste it. I'll prevent the death of those I love and make sure humanity survives. If the world can't control itself, then I'll conquer it and lead us to survival.

My name is Joe Mzalendo. Mine country is Credonia, a third-world country. Born and raised here, I loved my country just like every other patriotic citizen. As I grew up, all I ever wanted was a good degree and a good job with the government. All that I looked forward to so that I could help others and see to it that things went the right way. I had a dream of transforming my country through fighting and nipping Corruption by the roots. I thought getting in was the right move and the only way to make a change. In the end, I was all wrong. I found myself imprisoned by powers I couldn't control and forces I could not break. Without options, I watched people suffer as I did nothing. It was a stab through my heart. I had to live with the knife through my heart and in pain. It was either that and try to help those I could or die. I not only walked with death but saw it most of the time. It was then that I learned; some things are better done from a distance. I learnt never to put out a conflagration from inside a blazing house.