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[Warning: R-18 Content] "What do you mean I can't hit 1 million subs before the end of this winter? Are you serious?" "If you're not donating, you're basically freeloading, guys." "Imagine not being a subscriber… couldn't be me." "Can we get some Fs in the chat for these noobs who can't keep up?" Reborn in a land of swords and magic called Oceros, Dilhan, a former streamer from a strange world called Earth, decided to make a living by streaming since that was the only thing he knew how to do. But this land, Oceros, was a world of a Souls-like action RPG game called "Blighted" that Dilhan had played before he died on Earth after exploding a nerve while stuck on the same boss for an entire day. Despite all of this he decided to live a normal life as a streamer but what was this? Instead of building a channel and gaining fame, he began attracting crazy followers and insane women seeking his "bodily blessings." People started treating him like a god and treating him like some kind of a messiah, while others labelled him a heretic and attempted to kill him. Did he understand all of this when he decided to hit that "Start Streaming" button? This is Dilhan's journey to become the first streamer in the land of Oceros, a world plagued by a being known as the Harbinger. Will he become the first streamer in this world, or will he become something more to its people? *** Author's Note: —This story has R-18 elements to it, but no netorare (NTR), or Yuri(Lesbian). —This story is a work of fiction and all the character names, locations, ages, and events depicted are purely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real-world events or locations, is entirely coincidental. —18+ chapters will be marked. Disclaimer:- Some of the illustrations are not mine, so if you want me to remove them please contact me via Discord. Join the Discord for Illustrations and updates:- https://discord.gg/kHNVDfBTJr Hope you enjoy this work! Thank you for reading as always:)

Trust me this novel will change your life into heaven. This novel is much different from others. It is full of astonishing twists, romance, action, mystery, and thriller. This novel is based on a fantastic life journey from a 4-year-old boy to a gentleman in which he discovers his real identity. In this journey, he went through many challenges first he got brothers then fell in love with a girl got heartbroken, married then divorced. he faced many betrayals but at last, he met his true love, a Muslim woman from Pakistan as his wife after he turned MUSLIM.

Kami is a normal 18-year-old high school boy on his way home after he got dumped by his girlfriend. In a small back alley, truck-kun lurks for him and transports him to a world where he has to build a world religion from scratch?! Note: Kami does not have a real physical body (yet) - it's my first time writing, so the summary is a little bit short - please try to survive the first chapters. My writing will get better. I promise -> If you read the first chapters before the 24th of June, please check them out again! - newest chapters are about >1000 words

They shot Maya on her living room floor. Damon watched his wife bleed out into the shattered china. He choked on the dirty rag tied through his teeth, waiting for the boots to reach his seven-year-old daughter. They came for the Artifact he unearthed. ​The parasitic alien artifact on his coffee table wasn't a weapon. It was a cage. When Damon broke his chair and the relic fell, his spine tore open. Neon cubic tentacles dripping code erupted from his vertebrae to catch the stone mid-air. ​[HOST BIOLOGY COMPROMISED. INTEGRATING FOUNDER CLASS: KHAN. INITIALIZING F-RANK.] Khan freshly escaped from Hell gets funneled straight into Damon. The ancient king woke up expecting a cosmic war. Instead, Khan took one look at the sky, demanded a top-shelf drink, and decided modern Manhattan was a perfectly acceptable beginning. The system have Damon Ghostwire, it does not mend flesh for free. To survive the integration, Damon is forced to unhinge his own jaw, bite through an IMMORTAL's skull, and swallow their crystalized heart to steal the stats underneath. ​The system runs on progress. Every surge of stolen power rewrites Damon's biology, packing dense new muscle onto his frame. Damon white-knuckles his strict boundaries, but Khan operates exactly like the conqueror he was. The dead king uses a [VASSAL PACT] to butcher IMMORTAL patriarchs and bind the women of their ancient families to his own bloodline. Brooke—a bartender who claimed his bed and ripped a plundered legacy out of an IMMORTAL's chest for herself—is the violent foundation of that slow-burning empire. ​The bastards hunting his child just changed the rules. The first Dimensional Gate tears open tonight. ​The system wants a harvest. It is getting a slaughterhouse. And at the top of the food chain, something with wings is watching Damon climb. ---- - Deep cosmic conspiracies tied to religions and myths. - Extremely slow burn Harem, first 40 chapters is only Brooke and Maya. - Blunt-Force Progression: No elegant spellcasting or sparkly magic. - Gore, Violence, Foul language and Sex. All serving a purpose. - 18+ - Grimdark Setting but optimistic undertones.

ABSTRACT Religion was never the problem. Power was. This work undertakes a forensic dismantling of the machinery by which sacred knowledge originally encoded in mystery traditions, Mosaic law, Kabbalistic structure, and pre-canonical scripture was systematically extracted from its esoteric root, flattened into doctrine, and redeployed as an instrument of psychic governance. What institutional religion calls faith, this text identifies as a manufactured epistemology: a controlled framework of meaning designed not to liberate the seeker but to administrate the believer. Drawing from the suppressed architecture of excluded biblical texts, the symbolic grammar of Mosaic tradition, and the occult jurisprudence embedded in grimoire literature, the argument advances a single, irreducible thesis that the distance between revelation and religion is precisely the distance between gnosis and obedience. Every canon is a censorship. Every creed is a perimeter. Every prosperity gospel is a financial derivative of divine language, stripped of its metaphysical collateral and sold as spiritual equity to populations conditioned to confuse surrender with salvation. This is not an atheist text. It is something more dangerous a theologically literate, philosophically rigorous indictment written from inside the tradition. It does not deny the sacred. It refuses to allow the sacred to remain hostage to the institutional. The manipulation was never about God. It was always about who gets to speak for Him and what they extract from those who believe.

They called him obsessed. A college dropout. A ghost who trained in silence. To Raifu, every punch, every breath, every stance was sacred. When death finds him, it’s not an end—it’s his entrance to a new realm. A slave world. A place where people are born as Alcries—beings bound to one stat, one fate, and one master. But Raifu is not bound. Each combo he performs sends ripples through reality. Every strike bends the laws of space and time. He’s the first Skillweaver—combat as code, rhythm as rewrite. And the world will either harmonize with him… Or be shattered by the beat!

Set against the backdrop of a new college life, Aishi and Ayush’s chance encounter slowly blossoms into a tender bond of friendship and unspoken affection. Though their hearts quietly gravitate toward each other, neither finds the courage to voice their true feelings. As their connection deepens, they are confronted by an unyielding reality—the divide of their different religions. Bound by the expectations of family, society, and deeply rooted beliefs, their relationship is pushed to the brink. Caught in a delicate balance between love and duty, Aishi and Ayush must face an impossible choice: will they defy all odds to be together, or will the barriers of faith ultimately pull them apart?

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"