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Travis LaRowe was reborn as Travis Maximoff in the 138 universe where Agent Barton sacrifices himself instead of Natasha. And where Jean Grey defeated Thanos instead of Tony Stark. The event of the Darkhold never happened. Jean Grey and Travis are omega level mutant's so they develop a close bond. Jean Grey found him intriguing because he didn't want to use his red chaos magic which she had major respect for. Will Jean's friendly flirting develop into something more for the new mutant?

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor. Chapter Updates: 2 chapters per day (unspecified until a fix update time is decided) Bonus Chapters: +2 Extra chapters (350+ coin gifts) +4 Extra chapters (1005+ coin gift) +6 Extra chapters (2005+ coin gift)

Azrael, a language teacher in his old life, transported to the world of ice and fire for no apparent reason, left in a desert near the Dothraki sea, without knowing how he got there and his purpose, must go through tribulations and trials in order to survive in a world full of betrayal, death, hunger, wars and supernatural beings, being his only weapon the little knowledge about the world and a creative Minecraft menu at his disposal. ---------------- --------- For readers who dive into my story, the protagonist will not be op, since I don't have the idea of the protagonist as such in that way, but he will have tools and methods that will make his life easier, which will be largely based on Minecraft's creative menu and his general knowledge of the world. Now, if you decide to read it, I could use your reviews, so this book can reach more people and at the same time motivate me to keep writing. Patreon if you want to help me and read ahead. patreon.com/Dreamer392 Discord: https://discord.gg/2zSPT88TdV

In the shadowy depths of the prison, anguished wails echo endlessly. Here dwell pirates whose sins reach the heavens—and even Celestial Dragons who once stood at the pinnacle of power. Each execution drags a wicked soul into the abyss, where black flames purge their sins—and in return, grant power from other worlds. Bronze Chest: Shadow Clone Skill Card from the world of Naruto Silver Chest: Flying Nimbus from the world of Dragon Ball Gold Chest: Rooster Talisman from Jackie Chan Adventures Diamond Chest: Edo Tensei Reanimation Jutsu from Naruto Rescued by Kuma at the Valley of the Gods, the infant who once cried beneath falling stars has always longed to shatter the chains of the old era. Now, with the dead of that fallen age at his side, he will rise—and drag the so-called "gods" from their thrones to the ground!

It borrows the world and characters from the anime Overlord, but the plot is entirely original. This is not a light and pleasant story about a great, glorious, and righteous hero challenging an evil Overlord. On the contrary, it depicts a female character with significant flaws, fighting the toughest and most brutal battles against the Overlord in a dark world, and growing through these conflicts. There are two main characters: One, a quirky yet powerful girl. The other, a mature and steady male adventurer, albeit weak. They embark on a journey to battle the most powerful evil Overlord, Ainz Ooal Gown. So can they succeed? Note: There is almost no romance plot.

After being defeated by the Five God Kings and his body shattered in the Divine Realm, the Golden Dragon King was supposed to have vanished forever. However, with the last of his strength, he sent his Divine Core to the Douluo Continent—determined to live again and reclaim everything that was taken from him. Reincarnating as an ordinary human to avoid the gods’ detection, he lost all of his memories. But fate does not rest. The power slumbering within him slowly begins to awaken, drawing the attention of humans, spirit beasts, and even beings from the Divine Realm. Will he remain an ordinary human? Or rise once more as the King feared even by the Gods?

"JUST SAY NOTING" is about the main character "Jeffrey Butgenland", an officer of the Parallel Secret Operations Unit who has to live in a parallel world. His existence is disguised by his uninterested job as a flower delivery man, allowing him to access any place he wants, even a woman's bedroom! With tools from the future, kissing someone is easier than ever. Clothes, hair, and chest, are you ready to squeeze them to your heart's content!? If you are, follow Jeffrey!

Jean Luther, the youngest daughter of the prestigious Luther Clan, is both a rising swordswoman and the Emissary of Light, chosen by the goddess Celeste. After graduating from the Luther Academy, she is required to undergo a two-year assessment as an Envoy Knight, an elite order of Transcendent Master swordsmen loyal to the clan. Upon her return, Jean is thrust into a brutal succession war for the Patriarchy of the clan. She embarks on a perilous journey to become the strongest swordsman in the world, accompanied by her divine guardian—a powerful dire wolf named Whitney.

"Time... the one force even we couldn't comprehend. We danced upon the stars, sculpted worlds, and etched eternity into stone. We believed ourselves beyond death—convinced we had transcended Time itself. But Time... it watched. It waited. And now, it strikes to prove us fools. What irony... To build empires that span millennia, only to be undone by a flicker. A single soul, born beneath the veil of dust and dream—but chosen by fate. Why? Why would that power choose him? What purpose lies in such defiance? Why would the power only slumber within a child cradled by mortals? Even we, for all our knowing, are left to wonder... and in fear." “Huh? What are you mumbling about, old man?” “You'll see... very soon, when Time’s judgment befalls us.”

Jin Park, a legendary strategist, dies in a freak accident—only to awaken as Alaric Thorneveil, heir to the most feared noble house in a world ruled by magic and bloodlines. Armed with the Binding System, he can steal skills and power by forging bonds with others—each return multiplied a hundredfold. But power comes at a cost, and every bond must be earned. In an era where children are born as monsters, and the academy decides the future of empires, Alaric must hide his system, outsmart his enemies, and rise as something far more dangerous than they ever imagined.

They said magic was a gift. For Kaen, it was a curse. After losing his family, Kaen was left with ashes in his heart… and the VoidSystem in his soul. A mysterious interface awakens inside him, whispering promises of power. But it doesn’t grant spells, it devours them. The VoidSystem is not meant for heroes. It’s meant to erase magic itself. Now, fueled by rage and the desire for vengeance, Kaen begins a ruthless climb through a world built on arcane hierarchy. With each level, he doesn’t just grow stronger, he becomes more feared, uncontrolled... and less human. Magic will fall. The towers will burn. And from the ruins will rise an Anti-Mage.

“Sigh. After we butcher this final boss, let’s take a long vacation.” Elian Reed squeezed his wife’s hand as a portal flickered before them. “Yes, my love. Let’s win, go home, and spend the next year making love like we’re repopulating a planet,” Bianca Valestra replied. She kissed his cheek, her gaze full of affection. Elian chuckled. His beloved always got playful when she was scared—it helped settle her nerves. They leaned together, forehead to forehead. “For our happy ending.” Hands interlocked, they stepped into the final battle—husband and wife, weapon and villainess. The strongest battle couple humanity ever produced. But Elian didn’t start as a hero. He was a Defect—born without Talent, bullied, forgotten. Until the day the dead villainess saved his life.... And turned him into her golem—a living weapon of steel and will. Through their adventures, they uncover the truth: The Dungeons were only skirmishes—tests in a galactic battle royale spanning thousands of worlds. And Earth had already joined the war fifty years ago. The only path to survival? Butcher your enemies… or be erased. In this chaotic battlefield, can two souls defy fate itself? This is the tale of their meeting. The chronicle of their journey. And the legacy of their triumph.

A young man from Earth accidentally came to the pirate world, fighting and adventuring in the pirate world. There was no legendary system, no peerless magic, only a thunder fruit. In this year, the four emperors were still on a ship, the future Pirate King had not yet dominated the sea, the navy had only two strongest admirals and a vice admiral who was at the peak of his power, and the Seven Warlords of the Sea were just a bunch of little brats. So far, I, Albert Nicholas, will make this name resound throughout the world! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can view the first 200 chapters for free on my p@atren. Since I can not upload many chapters at once or it will be blocked, I will upload 3 chapters daily. The entire novel is finished on my p@treon with over 600 chapter , p@treon.com/mr_soolhoaf --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators.

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.

[ Loki, The God of Mischief, Jest, and Woe, is amused. ] [ The Goddess of Fate and Luck is annoyed. ] [ You are the cause and center of two gods fighting. ] Ethan Cross, a brilliant doctor in a futuristic Earth, was devastated when he realized that his entire life—and the life of the woman he loved—was nothing more than a source of amusement for a mischievous god. But when another god, the Goddess of Fate and Luck, intervened on his behalf, Ethan found himself at the center of a divine battle, gaining a dangerous but powerful gift. [ You’ve awakened the SSS-RANKED SKILL: Fate Breaker! ] [ You’ve awakened a system: The Supreme Fate Breaker System. ] For a fleeting moment, hope returned. Ethan was offered a chance to save Claire, the woman he couldn’t bear to lose. [ You’ve been granted God-Level Authority for three seconds. ] [ Do you wish to rewind Claire’s soul trajectory? ] But fate had other plans. [ Bug detected. ] [ Message included with bug. ] [ “It’s from me, your favorite god—Loki, the God of Mischief.” ] [ 1-second system override has been taken by the God of Mischief. ] [ Your soul has been sent to an alternate universe. ] Now thrust into a world of magic and monsters, where gods toy with mortal lives, Ethan must adapt or perish.

The world was consumed by a vile corruption brought form beyond - the sun dimmed and life as we know it was almost extinguished. And yet it was not the end, but merely the beginning. Long after the disaster a lone survivor awakens, with a newfound power to wield the divine flames and many questions about the past he embarks on a long journey to burn the rot away, discover what's left of the old world and maybe, just maybe ascend to divinity. Cover art by: me

"In every age of darkness, when fear grips hearts and hope begins to fade, one warrior rises—not for glory, not for praise, but to crush the storm before it swallows the world. He doesn’t run from the fire. He becomes it." _________ "There's a 15-year-old boy named Edlin who finds himself lying on the ground, injured, but when he gets up, he can't remember anything except his name EDLIN.He's wearing torn pants, carrying a sword and a knife, and has a strange tattoo mark on his stomach. And to top it all, someone has stabbed him from behind with a knife". "And now, Edlin embarks on a journey to discover who he is, who stabbed him, and why. But his quest is soon interrupted by a ferocious pack of wolves. Weary and wounded, Edlin must summon all his strength to survive this deadly encounter. Will he be able to protect himself and unravel the mysteries of his past? Read on to find out..." Edlin ( The conqueror )

You wanna hear about me? Really? Well, I'll do my best. My name is Osidious Vanir, and I was just your average, factory working, video game playing bum. Honestly, I wasn't going anywhere in my life. Not that things were bad, just boring. Unfulfilling to say the least. However, one day, our quality inspector, Elizabeth, asked me to meet her and other people "like us" at an undisclosed meet up location. She was fairly new, and yeah, I've had a crush on this beautiful woman ever since she started. I would have never imagined that single choice would change my life forever. Can I keep living the life I had, or will I have to abandon it all and figure out exactly who, or what, I am? To my surprise, and with no complaints from me, I won't be alone, as I have drawn the attention and adoration of two wonderful women. Just a side note, if you don't like an overpowered main character, sappy love, or highly detailed sexual activity, I don't think my story is for you. I don't pull any punches, so you better strap in. If that sounds good to you, then I hope you enjoy the wild escapades of my "Ordinary" life, which is quickly becoming anything but that. Author's Note: I write for fun, and as such, when I'm not feeling it, sometimes there will be some discrepancy in my uploads. If anyone by some miracle actually enjoys my weird ass story, I appreciate it and I apologize for any indescrepincies. I only upload when the creative juices are flowing. I apologize for any spelling and grammatical errors you may experience, and I welcome anyone reading to point them out. I write everything by myself, and I'm kind of an idiot, so I miss things. I am still writing this book, but I have been going back and editing certain things to make the story both easier to read and make more sense. My scattered brain often misses and forgets stuff without me even noticing. I hope that dispite all of this, I can bring a decent enough story for people to enjoy. I am writing this story for no other reason than I want to, as I have a story I wish to tell. If you are here for it, I thank you.

Reborn in Nuoding City with no system, no backing, and only Rank 1 Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul, Ye Yu starts at rock bottom. But with knowledge of the original story and a will to defy fate, he steals Ah Yin’s soul bone, evolves his martial soul, and allies with Qian Renxue. Forging his own path, he absorbs thousand-year soul rings from the start and transforms Blue Silver Grass into a force of life and power. “There are no trash martial souls—only trash soul masters.” Ye Yu proves it.

THIS BOOK IS MAINLY FOCUSED ON HINDU MYTHOLOGY BUT WE WILL ALSO DWELL INTO OTHER MYTHOLOGIES AS WE PROGRESS IT IS A BLEND OF MYTHOLOGIES AND DUNGEONS HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT READ Year: 2035. Ten years ago, the skies cracked. Not with thunder, nor warplanes— but with rifts. These weren’t just visual anomalies. They were gateways—interdimensional portals that Earth’s scientists quickly termed “Dungeons.” Dungeons or portals as the world now called them, appeared across the Earth without warning. Each one was a fracture between dimensions—some leading to mythological realms long forgotten, others to alien landscapes so hostile they devoured entire scouting teams. At first, the world panicked, assuming them to be nuclear tests, alien invasions, or natural disasters. But these dungeons didn’t behave like anything known to physics. Satellite footage showed each portal surrounded by a zone of atmospheric distortion. Inside them? Entire landscapes alien to our Earth—some mythological, others monstrous and unknowable. Some dungeons contained creatures straight out of ancient scripture—Nāgas from Vedic texts, harpies from Greco-Roman mythology, or obscure gods who had long since been forgotten by mankind. Other rifts revealed biomes more suited to nightmares: acidic jungles, ice worlds that bent gravity, or structures pulsing with intelligence. In the first month alone, five major cities fell. Beijing, Lagos, São Paulo, Istanbul, and Philadelphia—gone, overrun by creatures we didn’t understand, coming through dungeons we couldn’t close. Then came the second anomaly. A global surge in human neural activity. Scientists identified it as a quantum shift in consciousness. Spiritual leaders called it divine selection. Journalists labeled it “The Great Filter.” But the name that stuck was: Awakening. Roughly 20% of humanity developed access to an invisible “System”—a personal interface only they could see. It gave them abilities, status screens, and skills that turned ordinary people into weapons. The rest of the world? Still human. Still fragile. Still dying. Roughly 20% of the global population began to exhibit System access—an invisible interface only visible to the user. This System showed stats, combat abilities, class upgrades, and most importantly, potential. It wasn’t random. Those who Awakened were typically 18 or older, and many had undergone moments of extreme stress, trauma, or proximity to a dungeon. Some said the System chose warriors. Others claimed it selected reincarnated souls or bloodlines tied to forgotten mythologies. Now, the world lives in a tense balance. Hunters ranked from F to SSS defend the Earth from dungeon incursions. And deep within this chaos… In some cities, Awakened rule like kings. In others, governments remain intact, barely holding together. Technology also evolved: Mana-reactive alloys replaced steel. Smart-glass visors sync with System interfaces. Dungeon-gathered artifacts are now global trade commodities. And deep in the shadows… Some dungeons don’t close and breaks happen. Some awakeners don’t follow the rules. And some individuals… aren’t just chosen. They’re remembered. And in the midst of this fragile new era— a man named Arvan will learn that the voice in his head… is not madness. It is a memory. A throne. A war. And a name: Rāvaṇa. A storm begins to stir.