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Genshin: I'm an ORT, Surtalogi! Grumpy Old Man, Travelling with Skirk

Orion, a college student who was unexpectedly sent to another world by Truck-kun, discovered that he wasn't reincarnated as a humanoid creature, but as a giant ORT monster! But it didn't matter. He knew that ORT possessed all sorts of strange abilities, and mimicking humans, naturally, wasn't a problem. However, the most urgent task was to discover what kind of universe he was in. Does Iron Man exist? Or a Batman? Or perhaps in some Xianxia world? Huh? Wait a minute, what the heck is "Extreme Evil Rider"? And what do you mean by telling me to find your apprentice? What on earth is this travel assistance system I have in my head? If I'm the one traveling, who is that blonde beauty shaking my hand? A player who had almost forgotten the story of Genshin Impact calmly accompanied Luminus and Skirk on their journey through the Seven Nations, possessing enough power to destroy a star. Why do you need to travel when you can already destroy and forge stars? If I don't supervise this golden retriever's journey, who will compensate me for the system rewards I miss and the encounters with beautiful girls all over this world? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: The power levels are way out of whack; Surtalogi is way too powerful: he's been at the peak of his power for hundreds of chapters.
Luisz_Rodriguez · 108.9k Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
Yurnero_ · 1m Views

Void Rank

VOID RANK Synopsis Nathan Arva had everything a man could want. A successful business built from nothing, a reputation as someone who genuinely cared for others, and a future that seemed unbreakable. Until his own parents destroyed it all. Betrayed by the very people who raised him, his empire crumbled overnight. With nothing left to hold onto, Nathan made the choice to end it. He did not expect to wake up again. Born into the body of a baby in a small farming family at the forgotten edge of the continent of Eryndor, Nathan now carries a new name Kael Duren. A new life. A new world of magic, swords, guilds, and kingdoms where power is everything. But something is wrong. Every person in Eryndor carries a rank a measure of their strength, read by any skilled fighter or system in existence. Rank F. Rank S. Rank SS. The greatest warriors alive sit at SSS. When the world tries to read Kael Duren, it gets nothing. Not zero. Not weak. Not unranked. A blank. A void. A symbol that does not exist in any record, any archive, any divine scripture. Low-level gods cannot sense him. Mid-level gods get silence. Even two High Gods who dared reach toward him pulled back with one shared reaction fear. Only the highest existence in all of Eryndor knows what Kael truly is. And it has chosen to say nothing. Now, living with a warm family known for their humor and kindness in a village no one cares about, Kael has one simple goal to live the life he never got to finish. Quietly. Peacefully. Without trouble. Too bad trouble has already noticed him. *In a world where your rank determines your worth, what do you call someone the world cannot measure?*
Ellrins · 4.3k Views

Extra’s Guide To Taming Heroines

Shane Newman died the way he lived his second life, fighting a war that was never his to begin with. A mere extra in a dark fantasy novel, he clawed his way through a doomed world, surviving by staying invisible… until the very end, where he killed the Demon King, only to fade into dust with nothing but regret. Then, as if mocking him, the Goddess of Life sends him back to the very beginning, eighteen years old, academy first year, every stat maxed for beginner stage, and an Infinite Skill Tree that lets him buy any ability he wants. No destiny. No burden. Just freedom to do whatever he wants against his fate. At least that's what he thought. Then the system gives him his first scenario: [Seduce the trainee professor, or die in three days.] The system, run by a deity with questionable intent, treats the first scenario as a joke. After that, the rules changed as objectives become erratic, forcing Shane into situations that test not just his strength, but his judgment, manipulation, and control over others. Worse, every choice he makes begins to rewrite the story itself. Navigating an academy full of future heroes he's already watched die, a protagonist he once killed with his own hands, and noble bullies whose scripts he has memorized, Shane has to live thie hellish life once again, or was it really his life? Was he really just an extra? [A/N: Yes, this is a harem. No, this is not a story where characters exist just to revolve around the protagonist. Every heroine has her own goals, agency, and reasons for getting close to Shane. Their choices shape the story just as much as his. This is a narrative-driven series with character dynamics, shifting power balances, and a plot that evolves beyond its original script.] Try the free chapters before coming to a decision.
Roseyvn · 25.9k Views

Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust. One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white. It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess. Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother. While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part. Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap. A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months. Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability. A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly? ****** White robes. Cold arrogance A sinful revenge. White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation with him. ________________ Absolutely no NTR, none at all!!! No mother betrayal either!!! Discord: https://discord.gg/BUnnWjnWZw check out more- https://ko-fi.com/jin_moon Extra chapters based on response I receive, that's all for now, peace out!!
Jin_moon · 3.6m Views

I Gained a System in Kaiju No. 8

NOTE: PARALLEL TIMELINE OF THE ORIGINAL STORY BUT DIFFERENT MAIN CHARACTER Riku Shiro failed the Defense Force entrance exam twice. No extraordinary talent, no monster-slaying bloodline, no reason for the world to remember his name. He cleans up the rubble other people leave behind — and that's fine. He told himself it was fine. Then a kaiju breach changes everything. Not because he survived it. Plenty of people survive kaiju attacks. It's what speaks to him afterward that matters. *"Host acquired. KAIJU PROTOCOL initialized. Codename: No. 0."* Now Riku carries something no Defense Force radar can classify — a system that levels him up like a game and a kaiju form that answers to him like it always belonged there. Clean. Instant. Controlled. No struggle, no screaming, no losing himself to the monster within. Which should be reassuring. It isn't. Because the system doesn't explain why it chose him. It doesn't explain why his transformation is so effortless when even the strongest kaiju hosts fought for every inch of control. It just gives him missions, watches him bleed through them, and waits. Riku gets into the Defense Force on his third attempt — unremarkable on paper, invisible in the ranks. He intends to keep it that way. Fight in the shadows. Protect the people the system sends him toward. Prove, even if no one ever knows, that he was always worth something. But you can't stay invisible forever. Not when you're **No. 0** — the designation that shouldn't exist, the number that comes before everything.
Roderic_9997 · 10.1k Views

My Ultimate Summoning System: I have an Infinite Evolving Slime

Dean Faust was many things. A disgraced MMA fighter. A lifelong orphan. A man who somehow managed to die slipping on his dog's pee. Imagine dying to Pee-kun. Not exactly the origin story of legends. But when he wakes up in the body of Dean Gray, the only son of a declining blacksmith family. He finds himself in a world where humanity is forced into a single fortress city, surrounded by monsters that want them dead. At this point, legends don't really care about your origin story. In this world, your familiar is everything. Your summon determines your rank, your worth and your future. So when Dean's third and final summoning attempt produces a small rainbow slime that freezes every assessment device in the room, nobody knows whether to laugh or run. The WSA sends an evaluation notice within hours and then everyone knows not to laugh. Because whatever this slime is, the world has no classification for it. No rank nor ability scan. Just one word from a system that only Dean can see. Paradox. Now Dean has to navigate a world he barely understands, a family he never knew he needed, and every major faction in the Fortress City quietly deciding what to do about a blacksmith's son with an unclassifiable familiar and his incredible growth through a system that rewards him for simply choosing to survive. The slime can copy, evolve, adapt and permanently absorb any ability it encounters. The world has no idea what that means yet. Neither does Dean. But they're all about to find out.
NullExistence · 29.1k Views