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Modern esports is by no means a game. You can completely lose everything and even your life because of one stupid mistake. I was the top player on the planet, but after I was framed, I had to leave. Though with large debts, but alive. But the brother stayed and, it seems, contacted the wrong people. Now he's gone, and all I have is a few scant clues from the virtual. Well, hold on bro, I'm coming.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

In my former life, I was a female healer, unaware of the true extent of my powers. My abilities caught the attention of an S-rank guild, and I was recruited with promises of prestige and respect. But instead of the honour I was promised, I was met with betrayal and cruelty. They saw me not as a person but as a tool to be used and discarded. I endured unspeakable suffering—raped,abused, exploited, and left to die when they no longer had use for me. But fate granted me a second chance. [Ding!] For enduring so much suffering until death, you have awakened the Pleasure system. You will be reincarnated into a new body. Would you desire any changes? I was reincarnated as a boy, this time gifted with the power to manipulate time and a pleasure system. As my abilities awakened, so too did the memories of my past life. The pain, the humiliation, and the injustice—it all came flooding back. This time, I vowed, and things would be different. I would not be a victim again. I would rise above the cruelty of my past and claim the power and respect I was denied. Yet, revenge is not my sole purpose. I will become the strongest, the richest, and the most influential figure in this world. I will amass power not just for vengeance but to ensure that no one can ever take advantage of me. As I ascend to the pinnacle of strength and wealth, I will claim what was once denied to me: control, respect, money, and the loyalty of those who once sought to destroy me. Rated 17+, advised not for viewers younger than the age of 17. Discord group link: https://discord.gg/aUkraKD7

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.

My name is Zane, and I am just a poor boy from the Mainland slums. To keep my little sister, Kemi, alive, I trusted the richest magic guild in the city. I thought they were going to cure her sickness. Instead, they used me. They strapped my sister to a machine to tear a legendary power source called the Calamity Core straight out of her chest. When I tried to save her, they broke my bones and left me to die on a freezing hospital floor. But I didn't die. A blue digital screen popped up in front of my eyes, granting me a forbidden power: sovereign necromancy. Now, every monster I kill and every corrupt billionaire I crush must stand up and join my shadow army. The rich think they own this city behind their high concrete walls. But I am coming for them with an army of the dead, and I will make every single elite bleed for what they did to my family.

A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous. But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful. In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters. Then one day, I died. Almost. Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger. Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for. Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

I was born and lived inside a virtual game world, till I was tricked by the Great Administrator and got kicked out to the Real World for my bad mouth! I am Athanasios, a citizen of the virtual game world of Elysium. The world I'm living in, is a paradise or that's what everyone says. It's boring and all day I'm forced to play games like Tetris to mine virtual coins. That's the only way to buy new avatars or expand my dungeon tower, the only two things that actually matter to me. However, everything changed when I received a strange message saying I can try a new game experience. But there was a catch! Instead, I was tricked and transferred to the real world. Things aren't that much different from the virtual world: Goblins plague the villages, dragons tear down cities and adventurers try to loot dungeons. In fact, this world is better than expected! So realistic and not to mention that for the first time in my gaming life, I managed to multiclass from level-1. You see, I drank the blood of a Vampire Lord by mistake and became a vampire mage once I got here. The problem is that I wasn't meant to drink his blood and now he and his minions hunt me. At least, most of them identify as hot, so no reason to complain on that either. What troubles me however, is that there's no exit button from the Real World and the only way to get back to my world is by finishing the missions I was tasked. Warning: This novel contains harem elements, strong language and graphic violence.

Other people don't know about me, and I don't even know who I am. Before, everything was so unfair, and I only got miserable things. When my father showed up, he told me everything. I was a rich man! Even very rich!

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

My name is Peter, and I used to believe the Alliance’s propaganda. I wore their armor, commanded their elite Vanguard, and bled for a peace built on lies. Then, they ordered me to wipe out an entire colony of "discards" innocents whose only crime was resisting corporate rule. I refused. So they branded me a traitor, slaughtered my squad, and left me for dead in the freezing vacuum of deep space. But I didn't die. Now, I’m putting the armor back on. Not for glory, and not for the Alliance. I’ve hijacked their flagship prototype, rallied a crew of desperate rebels, and turned their own weapons against them. They think they can hunt me down, but they forgot one thing: they engineered me to be their ultimate weapon. They wanted a war. I'm going to give them an empire's execution.