Lit-rpg

Rhys died as an unlucky nobody—only to wake in a world where summoners command angels, demons, and legendary heroes to fight invading monsters. But when his power awakens, he summons only a small white wolf… and becomes the laughingstock of the academy. Until he learns the truth.

What happens when an ordinary teen beats the god of games without knowing it? Corey Feldman is an eighteen year old gamer. His final year of high school started with a huge bang when he's challenged by a masked player for his title as best gamer, in one of his favorite game. Corey wins the game easily, and notices that the player logged off without a word. Feeling unbothered Corey had no idea he had just beaten a sentient deity at a game, and the god did not like that. When a new game comes out, stealing the eyes and hearts of all the children in his small town, Corey feels compelled to play it. The game is called the lock keeper, and the moment he plugged it in, he died. Now reborn inside the game, at level zero with a god given ability, Corey is challenged once again by the deity. “Level up, and make your way to the final round, there we will fight for the ultimate title. If you win, I will relinquish my abilities and status to you, if you don't. You better hope you win, Corey." The eerie voice bite out. Corey isn't one to back down from a challenge, but he's never actually played a game in full person. Taking actual damages and all. Can Corey outsmart the lock keeper and become the new god of games? Or will he suffer the same fate as the others who tried? Read to find out. This is a video game harem. Each chapter is a new level. I just have one question, can you survive the lock keeper?

Clifford Ortis just wanted to survive every waking moment of his life, having a menial job at a company, working eight hours a day. All he wanted was to make it through the day. He was content, happy, and satisfied with his everyday routine, enjoying what little he could. But things made a turn when he gets accidentally thrust into a fantasy world, away from his home and normal life. The worst part, he was not supposed to be transported there, for some reason none of the deities who’m summoned the others could explain this. Not wanting to be bothered by this issue, the so-called guardians discarded him like trash. With no way home and stuck in an unknown world, the place causes the darkest and vilest side he’d been suppressing to come out, as he tries to survive into the world of magic and monsters.

Eric lived his life busily. he worked hard to get into a good university, even if it took a few years. He worked hard to get in to a good company. He worked as befitting of a corporate slave, barely getting any rewards. that is until he died in a freak accident, and reborn in a paralellel world. In this world, he is determined to live the life the way he wants to. This time, He would save his family. He would confess to the school belle, save the extinct species , let his daughter watch dinosaurs as she pleases. Saving his family is easy, but keeping them alive is bl

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]**

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

Zeke Elwood is forced into a death game. Going against other humans under the same situation as him, he now has to do his best to survive in the world of Ragna. Facing demons, monsters, and other creatures with his powers as the unique Blacksmith Assassin.

Chase Royce, he is nobody in a world run by magic. A technical student at the top-tier Zodiac Academy, but he is a Null—he cannot Link with the energy grid. To survive the scrutiny and the elite, he built something they call forbidden. The Demonic Regalia. It is not no fancy power suit. It is a shell of segmented metal, fueled by a chaotic Imp Demon core. It give him raw power, enough to punch demons, enough to pretend he belong. But every activation, it is a death sentence, only 90 seconds before the power turn on him and corrupt him completely. Now, a massive breach tear open the Academy. Chase must fight not just the monstrous creatures pourin' through the rifts, but also the clock inside his armor. The Zodiac Corps, they look for heroes. They find a ghost in brutalist black armor, powered by a core that should not exist. When the timer hit zero, will Chase be a hero, or will he just be the next thing to be cleaned up? His survival, it depend on every single second.

World-renowned scientist and two-time Nobel prize winner Elric Mageia, due to an unexpected lab accident was suddenly transported to a western fantasy world. With only an accidentally soul-bound A.I chip, see how he uses his past life knowledge to conquer his new home.

He risked everything for the gods. They took everything from him. Avalon was promised peace—a safe life for his family—if he completed one final mission. So he crossed into a forbidden realm, fought monsters beyond imagination, and stole the legendary Ascension Box. But when he returned home... his world was gone. His wife. His children. All murdered. Betrayed by the very gods he served, Avalon was stripped of his power and left to die like a dog. But death was only the beginning. Now, cursed and reborn in the place where gods are forgotten, Kael awakens with a new purpose. He won't beg for mercy. He won’t seek justice. He will bring vengeance. One god at a time.