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AuthorRed Devils and the Blues

The emperor of the mercenary world! The sovereign of the Assassin Realm! The supreme one in the medical arts! When Xiao Tian returns to the city, he embarks on a monstrous overlord path!,“I want you dead, you cannot live!”

AuthorXlordfifth

The World's Greatest is being forged in the lowest depths.,In the shabby red-light district.,He is the genius of the red-light district, a heaven-sent calamity, a disaster sent from the heavens.

AuthorDa He Dong Liu

Alias红尘四合

AuthorYou Si Jie

AuthorRed and Oil Braised Shrimp

At the start, I transmigrate into the body of a figurehead mascot Emperor. Through the Hundred Generations Book, I experience different lives, and completing missions earns me rewards.In the Hundred Generations Book.I become the Saint Heir of the Wandao Sect and debate the Dao with Saintess Miaolian. As a result, her Dao Heart shatters.I become a down-and-out scholar and save a White Snake. I help her successfully cross the Tribulation and transform into the last True Dragon in the world, yet she says she will never let me go, life after life.I become an Elder of the Longquan Sword Sect and take on a disciple. I train her to become the world's number one Sword Immortal, yet she hates me to the bone.But I didn't know all these beauties would step out into the real world.

AuthorRed Chilli Afraid Of Spiciness

【A new work from the author of ''!】A talking cow, me stealing clothes, and a fairy forced into marriage.,Watching all this unfold, Jiang Man—who had just transmigrated—felt an odd sense of déjà vu.

AuthorMaraiVoss

In the Primordial Fracture, weak bodies are priced before they are buried.,Kael Vorr begins as a debt-marked laborer in Furnace Sink Nine, a pit of gravity presses, corpse markets, pressure rain, and Black Ledger gangs. He has no hidden bloodline. No royal past. No master. No prophecy waiting to save him.,When an overseer throws him under a fatal gravity press, Kael should become another red stain in the dirt.,Instead, he refuses to die so violently that reality fails to process him.,The Sovereign Root awakens.,Every real impact can become power. Every broken rib can become density. Every enemy that fails to finish him teaches his body how to hit harder.,But the Fracture is not a playground.,Above the pit wait Court servants, predator wildlands, pressure nobles, ancient races, and empires that can turn living bodies into claims, taxes, weapons, or food.,Kael will not inherit a throne.,He will build one from pressure, loyalty, brutality, and war.,And when the Black Root Crown rises, the old powers will remember the first outlier they failed to kill.,----------,Other Tags:,#Grimdark,#Survival,#KingdomBuilding,#Evolution,#Brutal,#Unforgiving,#Epic,#Unique settings

AuthorAGodAmongMen

Milfs Or Yanderes...Out of these two, which one would you pick?,The adoring, nurturing Milfs who'd spoil you rotten with soft caresses and gentle scoldings, and would happily let you rest your head on their pillowy chest after a hard day.,Or the dangerously devoted Yanderes, eyes gleaming with obsession, hearts beating only for you, girls who were willing to stain their hands red and erase the world for your sake—and also erase any other girl that gets too close to you.,Most would ask this as a playful debate with friends, a harmless fantasy, a question thrown into the air on a lazy afternoon.,But for Mika, this wasn’t a joke.,This was his everyday reality.,Born an orphan, but immediately embraced as family by the five most powerful women in the world, the legendary SSS-tier Battle Angels who once saved humanity from the apocalypse, he could be said to be one lucky guy.,Especially since from the moment they took him in, he was cherished, protected, and endlessly pampered, growing up surrounded by unmatched strength and unwavering love.,But it wasn’t just the angels who adored him.,Their daughters, raised beside him, didn’t see him as just family. Their affection ran deeper, darker, a devotion so intense, so obsessive, it danced dangerously close to madness to the extent that they wouldn't mind hunting one another down to with their own SSS-tier blessings that could level a city with a thought to make him notice them.,...And the mothers knew.,They saw the way their daughters clung to him, eyes filled with love and obsession. But they didn’t mind, if anything, they welcomed it.,To them, he was the perfect son-in-law, and they silently hoped their own daughter would be the one to claim his heart.,Even the daughters knew, or rather, believed, with unwavering certainty that he would fall for one of them. Each one convinced it was fate, that they were destined to be the one by his side.,Everyone thought so. The girls, the mothers, even the world around them.,Well...Everyone except Mika.,Because while they dreamed of his love, Mika’s eyes weren’t on the daughters at all.,No, his heart stirred for someone else entirely.,...Their mothers.,...The very Battle Angels who raised him.,Shockingly…Irresistibly…They were the ones he desired.,He knew he shouldn't feel this way, not for them. Not for the very women who raised him, protected him, loved him like their own. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the way his heart raced in their presence, the way his thoughts lingered on them late into the night.,It tore at him, the guilt, the desire, the confusion.,He couldn’t choose between the mothers or the daughters. He didn’t want to hurt any of them. Didn’t want to be insincere.,But everything changed the day he stopped trying to choose.,Because he realized…he didn’t have to.,He didn’t have to settle for one.,He could be greedy.,He could have all of them.,And the moment that wicked thought settled in his mind, a slow, brilliant smile spread across Mika’s face.,He no longer saw it as a dilemma, but a dream.,A future where all ten of them, the fierce, stunning mothers and their dangerously devoted daughters, were his.,Together...In his arms...On his bed...A tangled mess of love, obsession, and indulgence.,And for the first time, he truly looked forward to the chaos that future would bring...

AuthorIolo

The Iron Throne is crumbling, and the Long Night is coming.,Arthur Greyoak, a transmigrator burdened with a mysterious system, arrives in Westeros with nothing but a false identity and the misfortune of being found on the northern frontier as a shipwrecked sailor of unknown origin. The blood of the Red Wedding has barely dried, the North still reeks of betrayal, and beyond the Wall, the dead are beginning to move. Men in the south still play their games for crowns, castles, and wounded pride. They do not yet understand that winter is no longer just a season.,From a blacksmith’s shop and the wolf’s den of Winterfell, Arthur raises his first Battanian army. Not with songs, honor, or pretty vows, but with coin, steel, and men willing to kill for both. The surprise attack on the Golden Tooth, the firestorm of Lannisport, the intrigue of Casterly Rock, every victory becomes another stone beneath his feet. The ships of the Iron Islands fall into his hands. The gold mines of the Westerlands become the foundation of his power. While Ramsay Bolton skins men to prove himself in the North, while Cersei crowns herself among the ashes of King’s Landing, while the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch leaves his final words at the Wall, Arthur is crowned Duke of the Western Frontier.,And now his sword points north.,This is not a tale of chivalry for singers to soften with wine and harp strings. It is the rise of a tyrant on a cold chessboard. With a web of intrigue in one hand and iron in the other, Arthur moves through Cersei’s madness, Tyrell ambition, Dornish venom, and Stannis’s cruelty. Step by step, he carves a place for himself in a realm already devouring its own flesh. But the true enemy was never in the south. When shadows swallow the moonlight and the legions of the dead crush the snowfields beneath their feet, every crown, grudge, and ancient claim in Westeros will have to kneel before survival.,“They call me a tyrant, a barbarian king, a ravenous wolf feeding on chaos,” Arthur said, his fingers running along the edge of his sword as he stared into the endless northern storm. “Then let this wolf lead you. Either we cross the eternal winter, or we all become ice beneath it.”,Between legitimacy and ambition, between the old order and the blade that cuts through it, a fourth path rises in the Age of Ice and Fire.,Under the Battle Banner of Battania, Arthur will march through the harsh winter of Westeros, and the High Throne will learn whether iron can endure the cold.

AuthorFictionOnlyReader

[A Naruto \\OC-SI\\Fan Fiction],Make the best of what you have, they said... But what I am supposed to do when the best I have are red-eyed freaks, a child who's supposed to be the jailor of the most dangerous being in the world, a snake creep with serious boundary issues, and a whole world of super soldiers with licences to murder.,And you know the best part? None of them like me so much...,Oh shut it, old man! Take that Will of Fire and shove it up your—,Yeah, this second swing at life isn't panning out...,---------------------------------------------------------------,What to expect: - Gradual strength progression. Meaningful growth. The MC is a normal guy dumped into the Narutoverse, starts out weak and has to work and struggle for everything he gains.,- \\Slow\\ paced. My writing style is a zoomed-in look camera that follows the protagonist. It might seem slow, but I ensure something is always happening to progress the plot forward.,- Gritty and often bloody fights and actions scenes with a focus on taijutsu—you'll see individual combat, team fights, and large-scale battle.,- A different take on the Narutoverse. The world is full of superhuman mercenaries with liscenes-to-kill—that along with the protagonist's struggles paint the world in a much darker light.,- Additions and expansion to the \\chakra\\ power system. I consider myself a conservative when it comes to adapting the power system—and aim to retain the original feel while highlighting the best parts.,- The Outsider's Resolve version of Narutoverse uses the [Naruto Manga] as the base—with additions from anime, books, and even Boruto (though very less likely).,---------------------------------------------------------------,DECLARATION:,This story is also present on:,FFN, Ao3, SpaceBattles, SufficientVelocity, ScribbleHub, and Webnovel ---------------------------------------------------------------,DISCORD SERVER:.gg/w5dJ82SfMr ---------------------------------------------------------------,DISCLAIMER:,I don't own any character other than my OCs.,The cover pic was commissioned from Kodah.art on Instagram

AuthorCourtyard Snow in Spring

Married for four years, Wren Sutton deeply loved her husband, Adrian Lancaster.,In the end, what she got in return was a cold, cruel reality: her husband's heart belonged to another woman. The favoritism and indulgence he showed that woman were things she had never received.,Though jealous, Wren Sutton had an epiphany. Since she couldn't warm the man's heart, she would grab his money instead.,She came up with a plan to “trick” Adrian Lancaster into signing the divorce papers, waiting for the cooling-off period to end.,An accident struck unexpectedly. A plane crash shattered all plans, completely changing both of their destinies.,Before the plane crashed, the only thing that flashed through Adrian Lancaster's mind was Wren Sutton's face. Her every frown and smile had long been deeply imprinted on his soul, occupying his heart, impossible to erase.,Love had taken root and sprouted during their four years of marriage. He realized it too late, his eyes turning red with regret.,“Wren Sutton, I love you.”,Reunion.,Adrian Lancaster, covered in scars and filled with belated love, let go of all his pride. On the long road to winning back his wife, he lost control, trapping Wren Sutton in his arms in a fervent kiss, his eyes reddening.,“Darling, give me one more chance, I'm begging you...”,Hearing the man's trembling, pleading voice, Wren Sutton raised her hand to smooth his anxious brow. Her hatred dissipated, replaced by a calm acceptance.,“Adrian Lancaster, we're divorced.”,Adrian Lancaster's defenses crumbled. “Those divorce papers don't count.”,Wren Sutton: “You signed them yourself.”,Adrian Lancaster: “The child doesn't agree.”,The child: “...”,Both leads are clean.

AuthorTrae McMaken

When a young dwarf named Yorvig travels to a mining claim in the wilds of the Red Ridges, he learns by hard experience that his fellow prospectors are more focused on ore than survival. Thinking he alone can hold disaster at bay, Yorvig plots his way to becoming captain of the mine. He only expected to lead in a fight against starvation, but far greater danger arrives in forms both fair and foul. The mine grows beyond what they ever imagined, and while Yorvig's authority must grow with it, the challenges of love and loyalty will not make it easy—nor will the old foe determined to drive the dwarven folk from the Red Ridges.,The Mine Lord is now out on audiobook, paperback, and e-book! Click here: https://www.NovelFire.com/amazon/B0CTHQNFYV

AuthorLifting Stars

Because he was too afraid of death, he put all his points into health value.,Transmigrating into a cultivation game, Fan Wubing ended up with the most useless physique,,【Heavenly Disabled Body】: Every five years, suffers damage equal to 99.99% of maximum health. Because it has no positive effects, players call it the planner's sadistic humor.,Having just died once, Fan Wubing didn't want to die a second time like that, so he began frantically collecting anything related to healing items, putting all points into health value, and swore to turn his red Blood Bar black!

Author三运真人

When people woke up, they found themselves in a survival game set in a dormitory. Blood-red mist filled the air, and human civilization was on the verge of collapse. The only safe haven was their own dorm room!Xu Lang awakened the Nightmare Ruler sequence—he could earn Nightmare Coins just by sleeping, and use them to enhance anything.,Even goddesses could increase sleep comfort, boosting the conversion rate of Nightmare Coins!,From the 【Dilapidated Wooden Door】 to the 【Immortal Star Gate】 that could withstand any calamity.,From the 【Electromagnetic Turret】 to the 【Stellar Cannon】 that could obliterate horror emperors.,From the 【Fireball Spell】 to the 【Doomsday Black Flame】 that could burn all things.,From 【Meditation】 to the 【Mystic Lord’s Seven-Chapter Manual】 that could elevate one to godhood.,In this game full of despair, Xu Lang chose to lay low and grow stronger.

AuthorChubby little ginger

Slacker student Li Dong accidentally joined a bizarre “Cyan Dragon Study Group”.,The group members' names were all very archaic, such as “Isaac Newton,” “Faraday,” “Gauss,” and “Einstein.”,They often discussed some abstruse academic questions and would occasionally send out some exclusive red packets.,The things inside the red packets were even more outrageous: “Truth-Piercing Concentration,” “Fragments of Logical Thinking,” “Absolute Memory,” “The Origin of Calculus”...,Li Dong had always thought this was a group of people with eighth-grade syndrome who were way too deep into their roles.,Until one day, the group member named “Isaac Newton” suddenly said, trembling:,“Everyone, while I was measuring the speed of sound, I discovered that it seems God has hidden some variable in the air.”

Authorlq Lianqing

How did I become an F1 driver?,Qin Miao discovered that he had the talent to become a top e-sports driver.,Just during the college entrance examination period, he played with the simulator in his spare time and was surprised to find that he had the ability to compete with other professional e-sports drivers.,You should know that he just played casually and had this ability. If he settled down to practice, Qin Miao would definitely have a bright future on the road of e-sports drivers.,Qin Miao was ready to take the path of an e-sports driver if he failed the college entrance examination.,But on a very ordinary day, Qin Miao gained a system.,However, Qin Miao was still sensible. Even if he got the system, it was unlikely for him to become a formal F1 driver.,Because when he got the system, he was already 19 years old and hadn't been exposed to anything related to racing before the age of 19.,Two years later:,Xiaozhou: There is no doubt that Qin Miao is a very talented driver, but I feel that racing is just a profession for him, his real hobby is live streaming and playing games.,Lock: Qin? Just a second-generation Kimi.,But then again, he plays CSGO really well, it was he who boosted my Earth.,Old Man: Qin is a pure person, his life is only about racing... and video games.,Dutch White-eyed Wolf: I have nothing to say about him.,Bi Hai: If he spent half the time he uses to play games on the simulator, his achievements now would be far beyond this!,Horner: I really appreciate Qin, he is a natural-born F1 driver and also a pure person, I very much hope he can join Red Bull and become one of us.

AuthorAsh_knight17

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.,“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.,“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.,“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”,Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”,“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”,His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”

Alias重生之嫡女祸妃

AuthorQian Shan Cha Ke / 千山茶客

Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.Forget it, whatever! Since they already claimed that she was a temptress that wrecked the country, she shall overturn the world into complete chaos starting with her beguiling sister, her malicious stepmother, her cruel lover and her heartless family. Let her end the lives that Yama refused to end.She was a pawn in her past life. In this life, however, the world was her chess board. With an alluring smile and a charming figure that enchanted the entire nation, the red-clothed woman wrecked chaos among the lands. She was a vengeful spirit from hell, determined to make those who wronged her pay in blood.“I want those who owe me a life debt to hold their hearts out in front of me. I want those who looked down on me to only be able to admire me. I want Lord Zhong Zi to shiver when he sees me. I want to step on this splendid river and mountains!” — — — “You are a temptress and I am a thief.” His robe was as dark as the night and his gaze was as cold as the Northern Star. “A perfect match.”Her red dress was akin to fire, but her heart was the coldest ice in the winter. He was stoic in his black robe, yet he was willing to warm her frozen heart.In this life, the elegant man seemed like a snowy bamboo grove with tall, chilly mountains, walking step by step towards her like an unstoppable force.“Ruan Ruan, if you hate the world, then I shall conquer the lands with you.”“What if I love the world?” She asked.“I am the world, so you can only love me,” he answered.

Alias楚后 / 翘楚

AuthorXi Xing

The beginning of a story set in the Bei Caozhen relay station, where several station soldiers encounter a girl seeking help. Despite it being almost the start of spring, the weather remains very cold. At the crack of dawn, a squad of mounted soldiers gallops toward the Bei Caozhen relay station. Five people wearing military robes, thick hats, and with their faces wrapped in red scarves, arrive covered in dust from their journey. They leap off their horses before fully stopping at the entrance. “Five pots of shaojiu!” one soldier shouts. The dozing gatekeeper is awakened, and still irritated from losing money gambling the previous night, emerges: “The relay station has no alcohol. Where are your credentials, official warrants, and documentation?” Before he can finish speaking, he’s spat in the face. “The relay station has no alcohol? Did you drink it all yourself? You son of a—, you dare steal military supplies?” The dismounted soldier grabs the station guard by the collar. “I’ll send you to prison right now.”

AuthorBai Yu Zhai Diao Gong

Before her death, Qunqing hated nothing more than the powerful minister Lu Huating—hated him for supporting the new emperor, for his treacherous schemes and ruthless maneuvers. She plotted against him day and night, exhausting every means at her disposal, yet never once gained the upper hand. In the end, she was nothing more than a pawn, discarded by his hand. After her death, she saw the fallen princess she had protected with her life, weeping as she clung to the new emperor’s chest. “Qingqing is dead—what am I going to do?” The new emperor kissed her. “You’ll be fine. Love only me.” Tears streamed down the princess’s face like rain over a delicate flower. “Qingqing is dead. I have only Your Majesty left.” When Qunqing opened her eyes again, she had awakened—three years in the past. She rose, numbly packed her belongings, ignored the princess’s attempts to stop her, tore off her jade coronet and trailing ornaments, cast aside the wooden seal of her office, and turned away. Along with it, she abandoned ten years of careful maneuvering, ten years of walking on thin ice. Restore the kingdom? To hell with that. Lu Huating, the power minister—profoundly calculating, brutally decisive—had cut an invincible path through the political maelstrom. Having long grown weary of human ugliness, he found this lifetime dull and meaningless. Looking back, the only thing that left any impression on him was a female clerk he had poisoned to death at the age of twenty-six—a spy. For the sake of a love-blinded princess, she had given everything, scheming against him time and again. On that final day, she knelt before the palace hall in the height of summer, her expression unchanged, her eyes full of unwillingness. With a smile, she sighed, “The winner takes all,” then tipped her head back and drank it down in one gulp. Blood spilled from her lips, thin and vividly red. When Lu Huating opened his eyes, he had returned to his twenty-third year. Staring at the official document