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Solivagant Genocide

Aurevyn Gravemire is brought back to life, not just into a game, but into a new kind of world. It’s a limitless place where countless universes crash into each other, dimensions mix, and the laws of existence constantly change. He used to know this place as a game from his past life, but that memory is gone now. There are no rules, story, or hidden tricks, only a harsh world filled with wild monsters, clever demihumans, and proud gods who can shape existence however they want. Even worse, Aurevyn is the only human in this cruel world. To everyone else, he’s just weak, alone, and unimportant. But Aurevyn isn’t here just to stay alive, he’s here to take control. In a world full of chaos and destruction, where being kind is dangerous and showing mercy means death, power is the only thing that matters. The only real tools are intelligence, cold strategy, and the ability to take control. Aurevyn must rise as the dark ruler of everything. To do that, he has to outsmart the gods, break through dimensions, reshape existences, and build his throne from the ruins of whole worlds. He will become the mind behind every war, the fear in every nightmare. In this giant cruel world made of endless realities, Aurevyn Gravemire is meant to rise. Smarter, meaner, and more dangerous than anything before him. ..... RELEASE FREQUENCY: 2–5 Chapters/Day (depends on schedule) EXPECTED FULL CHAPTERS: 10,000+ WHAT TO EXPECT: Different Worlds, Complex Powers, Villainous Main Character, Expansive Plots, Broad World Building, First-Person Narrative. SUPPORT ME, READERS! THIS WILL BE A LONG JOURNEY AHEAD! DON'T HESITATE TO GIVE ME FEEDBACK!
XalvionVaelmir · 25.1k Views

I Am The Only Witch Hunter

Story rotates around killing witches, training and gaining power, grafting mutation (Owl's Night Vision, Bat's Echolocation, Gecko's Wall Climb, etc.), gathering herbs and creating concoctions, socialising (unfortunately) to buy needed materials for base-buiding. --- Hunt. Graft. Evolve. That was the core idea of a witch hunter. By grafting mutations from animals and supernatural beasts, the witch hunter ascended his own body, adding more and more power to his flesh. Sir Siderius Satterblade, a Master Witch Hunter in old age, used a Forbidden Alchemical Seal to transfer his soul to another man in another world. Blossom Glades, a society ruled by witches and benefitted only to witches. Men and non-magic women were nothing more than slaves. They called them Ashens, bastards that were nothing more than ants. Sir Siderius Satterblade became a male Ashen, the lowest of the low. But he would change this body into a proper killing machine that spread nightmare to the depraved witches. --- The MC will NOT become monstrous. The MC stays relatively human with unique appearance traits (black irises, pointy ears, white hair,...) Witches in this novel are irredeemable. Not sexy witches but disgusting and evil witches. (Well maybe a little bit hot because of their magic) MC will not accept nor 'conquer' any witches. Just straight killing. NO ROMANCE. NO HAREM. This man is nothing but a pure killing machine and survivalist. MC is ruthless but not heartless, still save people he deemed useful. NO FACE-SLAPPING NOR SHOWING OFF. MC only cares about power and survival. NO HIDING AS THE WEAK. MC kills the witch that tried to kill him, then escapes to the woods and lives there. He survives perfectly on his own. NO ATTACHMENTS. NO WORKING TOGETHER. MINIMUM SOCIALISING. He's a lone witch hunter.
WhitenSheep · 5.5k Views

Angelic Predator:Trust Me, I'm Sane

Before becoming the feared Supervisor of Hell, he once walked the earth—silent, deadly, and broken. Betrayed and slain, he returns not just for revenge... but to prove he's still sane. He devoured hell before he ruled it. Now, returned to earth, he hides behind an angelic face—and a promise: “Trust me, I am sane.” Devourer of hell-Elarion Crimsonveil (17 Y)son of Herus Le Crimsonveil, the family of duke on top of pyramid only below king Euras Ian Astirhall . Trained to be a assassin, he has 2 older step brother Sirus Crimsonveiland Rior Crimsonveil**{They only share father , but all have different mothers} and thousands of adopted sons his father adopted to train them as assassin for his military, they are those who have vowed their loyalty to the duchy -by consent? No way. The youngest who grew up in a horrendous atmosphere created by his father for unknown reason, a dream that changes his life, he who wants to be free and doesn’t care whether people die or live, the coldhearted Crimsonveil –A silent hunter-Predator or so on. But is there all it is or it’s just a tip of Iceberg. Elarion van Crimsonveil or the devourer from hell read it to find out how he despite struggling continues to climb for his success. A story filled with excitement, development and mysteries is going to be unfolding in front of you. About this novel: You won't regret reading it, it got everything. The mc is strong cold calculating want revenge yet hilarious and enjoys every moment. Kind of like split personality (not really but seems like) He loves cruelty but rational rarely but yes. Not a simp no Ntr or yuri Harem(maybe or maybe not) if I decide an Harem there will be only 2 or 3 girls max.
interesting · 4.9k Views

Rewriting it as Rebirth of the villain God

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.
FA3zy · 10k Views