Arsenal of the Dead
By @john1208
Bramen just wanted to bury his brother in peace. Instead, the sky fractured, the Crucible of Zenith initiated, and Earth was forcibly drafted into a lethal multiverse tutorial. Armed with biting sarcasm and a weary trigger finger, the burnt-out combat medic awakens a unique class that allows him to raise the slain as loyal undead - and equip them with modern ballistic firearms. His first companion? A terrifying shadow beast that hides safely within his own silhouette. As the tutorial ramps up from flooded urban skirmishes to apocalyptic oceanic raids, Bramen loots the corpses of seemingly unbeatable bosses, snowballing into a heavily armed one-man battalion. After he and the fiercely driven scout Tavira conquer a colossal ocean leviathan, they resurrect it to carry his undead army across the drowned continents. Yet, as they hunt the alien architect orchestrating Earth's suffering, they uncover a devastating truth: Arbiter Othrun is harvesting Earth only to save his own freezing, extinct homeworld. Narrated through the alternating perspectives of a cynical necromancer and a hopeful sniper, the lines between monster and savior blur. Can Bramen pull the trigger on a doomed species to save his own, or is there a way to break the system entirely?
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Behind the Rogue's Smile
By @john1208
Cazien failed. Despite his terrifying mastery as a shadow assassin, he was a second too late to save his master, Orenzia, from a brutal assassination. Broken and grieving, he receives a strange, blood-stained parcel on the anniversary of her death - a temporal hourglass that catapults him back to his first year at the Marrowglass Conservatory. Determined to save her, Cazien buries his melancholy beneath a shameless, cheeky persona, masquerading as a trash-tier rogue. He happily endures the mockery of Instructor Zarvel, a sadistic teacher who favors wealthy nobles, while constantly clashing with Velloris, a rigid honor student investigating a series of bizarre dimensional rifts. Told in alternating perspectives, the two rivals soon realize their quests are intimately connected. The horrifying twist dawns: the rifts Velloris hunts and the assassins Cazien seeks are the exact same plotline, orchestrated by elites to summon a monstrous entity. His slacker paradise shatters during a corrupted assembly. When the mind-controlled Conservatory Director unleashes a lethal ultimate attack on the students, Cazien drops his cheeky facade, casually swatting the apocalyptic spell into oblivion. With his terrifying true power exposed, how will the 'weakest rogue' explain himself?
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Expelled into Divinity
By @john1208
I was supposed to be the ultimate joke of the Paldorai Scholarium. Stripped of my magic, publicly humiliated in front of the entire student body, and banished to the academy's overgrown courtyard, I was expected to beg for mercy. Instead, I grabbed some dirt, built a delightfully tacky mud hut on their pristine crystal lawn, and took a nap. I didn't realize my transmigration came with the latent power of a Creator God. Now, my crude hut radiates a blinding divine aura that has the snobby nobles sweating, and when the legendary World-Eater Dragon showed up to incinerate the school, I called it a 'good boy' and tossed it some beef jerky. It immediately shrank into a scaly cat and refuses to leave my lap. The academy elites are panicking, convinced I'm an ancient deity testing them. I’m just trying to score a date with the melancholy ice-princess, Ilvani, who leaves me pastries in secret. But with my supposedly loyal drinking buddy secretly pulling the strings of the apocalypse, will my shameless, lazy days cost me the one girl I actually care about?
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Codex of the Forgotten Scholar
By @john1208
In the soot-choked city of Veresk, where knowledge is power and books are chained, Vasyl is a nobody, hunted for a crime he didn't commit. His only goal is to protect his younger sister from the predatory Cinder Guild that rules their district. Fleeing through misty, gaslit alleys, he stumbles upon a forgotten book that awakens a terrifying System: [The Lexicon of Echoes]. It grants him a 10,000x multiplier on every page he reads. A simple folk tale grants him the strength of a hundred men; a dusty medical text makes him a master of anatomy and vital points. Vasyl's growth is impossibly fast, his cheeky grin hiding a mind now processing millennia of knowledge per hour. But this exponential rise doesn't go unnoticed. The shadowy Ministry of Correction, the power-hoarding Scribes of the Unblinking Eye, and other factions all want the secret to his power. As he delves deeper, he uncovers fragmented memories of a past life - a scholar who architected this very System. But why would his past self erase his own memories and leave behind such a monstrously powerful, and dangerous, legacy?
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Speedrunning the Apocalypse
By @john1208
Tivosh wakes up in a coffin during a dreary, rain-soaked funeral in the cursed realm of Khrebet. Annoyed by what he assumes is an 'unskippable cutscene' in his new VR MMO, he sneezes - accidentally obliterating a century-long magical storm and terrifying the local mourners. Convinced he is playing a hyper-realistic sandbox game with a maxed-out, glitchy character, Tivosh treats this blood-soaked, grimdark reality like his personal playground. He aggressively speedruns deadly dungeons, claims a gothic fortress as his 'player housing', and beats Morzak, the realm's apex demon lord, into becoming his trembling, tea-serving butler. But Khrebet is no game. Its arrogant rulers, the Gospodar gods, are losing their minds trying to exterminate this invincible, maniacal anomaly who treats their divine judgments as minor lag. Meanwhile, Vranja, a ruthless inquisitor acting as a double agent for a mortal rebellion, tries to manipulate him, only to find herself slowly falling for his unhinged charm. As Tivosh gleefully ignores the red warning screens in his vision - thinking they are achievement pop-ups - the fabric of reality begins to tear. What happens when his 'server expansion countdown' reaches zero, and he realizes he misunderstood the rules, and 'Game Over' means the cosmic erasure of everyone he has come to love?
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My Punches Have a Gacha Problem
By @john1208
Guntur Perkasa is a simple guy with a simple dream: to pass the notoriously difficult entrance exam for the Puncak Langit Academy. His problem? He’s hopelessly average. That is, until an ordinary morning goes spectacularly wrong and a bizarre System screen appears, promising a 'Critical Hit Multiplier' on every punch he throws. Suddenly, his training jabs are blowing craters in the dojo wall. His sparring sessions accidentally level forests. Guntur, ever the optimist, thinks he's just getting really, really lucky. He has no idea that every 'critical hit' is a misfire from a cosmic terraforming device, and the 'System' is its increasingly frantic automated help desk trying to prevent him from accidentally punching the planet in half. As he stumbles towards his exam, attracting the attention of a brilliant but exasperated rival and a pint-sized beast who eats destruction for breakfast, Guntur must somehow learn to control a power that can flatten mountains when all he wants to do is pass a simple test. Can he get his power under control before he accidentally K.O.s the entire continent?
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The Tempered God of Firouz
By @john1208
Barlas took a bullet for Zarmin, breathing his last on a hospital bed with his feelings forever unspoken. Instead of resting in peace, he awakens in the realm of Marvash just as the apocalyptic Miasma Gale descends. Annoyed by the invasive dust, Barlas lets out a monumental sneeze - and instantly obliterates the world-ending storm. Now, Princess Tala of Firouz believes he is a prophesied deity, trailing after him with starry-eyed worship. Worse, Barlas’s new body comes with a maxed-out charisma attribute. Whether he’s aggressively scolding the arrogant elves of the Ziryan Enclave for their frailty or forcefully wrapping his rival Dastan in a warm blanket, his fiery temper only makes everyone fall hopelessly in love with him. As Barlas tries to build a cozy, safe haven for his fragile new followers, he sets out to investigate the terrifying 'Sleeping Goddess' who threatens to shatter the continent. But why does her magical signature feel so nostalgically familiar? Could the world's ultimate doom actually be the very woman he died to protect?
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