I Was Reincarnated As A Slime

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

All the effort I put into you and my life was trivialized and met with nothing but contempt. Until the truth is revealed, my identity as an invincible heir has made me a much stronger person. I will return all the pain I have received. I'll show them what I'm capable of, until they suffer.

I'm Daryn Coldwater. My normal life is boring and complicated. A few weeks ago, I got kidnapped and was taken to a magical academy. At first, I thought my dreams had come true, but it just turns out that I'm living a nightmare. Now, I'm stuck here, trying to learn magic while figuring out how to cope in the academy.

"I didn't do it Jones, I didn't kill the attorney general." He said with a broken heart. "I believed you before and I still do. I will get you out of here." "I promise to make them pay for everything!!" Gene Jones had to deploy a plan to break his brother out of prison after being convinced that he was innocent of the assassination he was scheduled to die for. But things took a bad turn, making him the most wanted man. How long can he hold when lies and betrayal were lurked beneath?

I died as the Nine Realms’ strongest Sovereign. Or so they thought. I woke up 5 years ago in a broken body — no memories, no cultivation, no name. The Carter family took me in as their live-in son-in-law, a dog they kicked for three years straight. The day my cheating wife threw divorce papers at me, I signed without looking back. At the crossroads, a girl in white was waiting. She called me “Your Majesty”... and returned something I’d buried: a shattered soul bead. With it came whispers. Fragments of a past life. And a truth: my death wasn’t an accident. It was betrayal. Now I have no power, but I have time. Nine soul fragments scattered across the realms. Nine betrayers who took my throne. Nine steps from trash son-in-law to the man who rewrites the heavens. They think I’m crippled. They think I’m done. Let them laugh. Every slap, every insult, every “worthless”... it’s all fuel. Because when the last fragment awakens, the Sovereign returns. And this time, I won’t die alone.

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.

Blurb She believed the lies. Her mother made sure of it. One moment, I was her husband. The next, I was a monster in her eyes — a poor man accused of hurting the woman I loved. They threw pictures in my face, forged proof, and handed me divorce papers. And she, Sally, stood there in silence. Not a word. Not a tear. That was the day I died — and a king was born. Years later, I returned richer, colder, and untouchable. The world now bows to my name. But my revenge is just beginning… until Yvonne Wells, a scandal-tarnished model, storms into my life. She was supposed to be my contract girlfriend — a shield against the chaos. I never meant to drag her into my storm, but she became the only light that could calm it. Now, the same family that destroyed me is crawling back, desperate to rewrite the past. But I’m not that broken man anymore. I’m the king they abandoned — and this time, I give no mercy.

"Yes Daddy!" She groaned yet again as my palm hit her bottom for the sixth time. "That's good, I want to make your ass permanently red and you won't be able to sit down at work for days." I paused after the eighth spank and ran my palm over her reddening cheeks. "You have a lovely backside. I think I'm going to have to spank you quite often to keep you in check, and I'm looking forward to doing just that." **** Reincarnated... Yes I might have. System? No I didn't get that thing... But I got something better, a talent that let me make love with women and grow stronger! Watch me rise to power while building an army of women through the multiverse, parallel universes and beyond! For this is my calling!

What do you do when no one around you can be trusted? When the world turns its back on you? Can you fight them all—and win? I tried. And now… here I am. With two names. Weird, right? Ironic, even. But that’s my reality. Don’t ask how I got my name. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, just know this: I’m Gensei Haruto. The only human without a core. In a world where power defines your worth, I have nothing. No family. No hope. Not that hope matters—hope is a disease. But there's one thing I will protect, no matter what it takes. Even if it kills me. Even if I lose everything. I will grow stronger. No matter the cost.