kaioken irl

Dave Mercer has a problem. A big problem. One day, after years of suffering at the mercy of 'another', something magical presents him with the possibility to remake himself anew. Follow Dave's journey through multiple worlds as he struggles with grasping the meaning of strength, making friends, and trying to find love.

Hiyomi finished her postgrad degree in the master of medicine and has begun working at a hospital as a doctor. Only, life as a doctor isn’t as she imagined; the stress and burnout works her to the bone. Her dreams of being the kindly, beautiful doctor that everyone doted on is smashed, and she’s swallowed under paperwork and maltreatment. However, a game launches its VR version, called Lucidia Online, along with its newest and supposedly best update yet. While M isn’t so sure, she’d played the PC version before her life had become so busy. How could this be any different? It’s not like she could get burnt out more, and besides, it might help her take her mind off of things… in many ways. God, the female NPCs were so hot. Little did she know that what she learned in med school would have its applications in game, and lead her to being one of its top players…

You think you know how this story goes. Some pathetic loser from Earth gets hit by a truck and reborn as a glorious hero in a fantasy world. Blessed with an all-powerful system, a harem of beautiful, adoring women, and a future paved with easy victories and triumphant battles. That’s what I was promised. A cosmic redo, a chance to shed my pathetic skin as a cynical, basement-dwelling hater and finally live a life of consequence. Only… the script was flipped. The so-called "goddesses" were laughing, and the "destiny" they handed me was a sick joke. The power I received wasn't for fighting dragons; it was for something far more interesting. My path wasn't paved with gold—it was littered with the shattered remains of my own foolish optimism. The people I was meant to save became my betrayers. My allies were my first enemies. And the world I thought I could conquer became a relentless, mind-breaking grind set to hell mode. It’s funny, isn't it? When you're a professional hater, you think you've seen the worst of humanity. This world showed me I was just an amateur. My greatest weapon isn't a legendary sword or a fire-spitting spell. It's a collection. A Pokédex of souls I've captured. I don't catch monsters; I capture people. Not their bodies, but their very will. There's a moment in everyone's life—a moment of ultimate despair, a crushing betrayal, a total loss of purpose—when their spirit shatters. I learned to recognize that moment. I learned to harvest it. These aren’t mindless servants. They are broken, remade, and eternally loyal to me. They possess all their skills and memories, but their core motivation is now just to serve my will. They are my ultimate pawns, and their loyalty is not a gift; it's a consequence of their suffering. Some call me a monster. I just call it a different kind of grind. I'm not the only one playing this game. I've found others—fellow misanthropes, each with their own unique brand of villainy. We meet in lavish, hidden dens, surrounded by wealth we've stolen from the foolish and the weak. We scheme, we lie, and we laugh at the stupidity of this world. We are a gathering of villains, but we don't even trust each other. Everyone here has a secret. But there is one person in this world who stands out. A paragon of justice. The handsome, charismatic hero with a tragic backstory and unwavering resolve. He’s everything I was promised. He’s the chosen one with the absurdly powerful "Friendship" ability, and he's my nemesis. He’s a flawless archetype. Too perfect, if you ask me. This isn’t a battle between good and evil. It’s a fight for the narrative. The hero believes he is the protagonist, destined to save this world. He's so sure of it. But I'm the one writing the story. The only way to win a rigged game is to become the game master. This is my second life, and I'm not playing by their rules. I'm making my own. You think you know how this ends? You don't. And I'm inviting you to find out Group https://www.reddit.com/r/chaosandcanon/s/F9XXA5C61F-reddit https://t.me/+7YlPJOIsHOU3MDI8 -telegram

In a world where the weakest becomes the strongest do to the powers of gaming. As he continues to grow stronger his powers reach the levels (literally) of the gods. Though, he has to be careful not to become the game itself.

One day, the loot from my games started manifesting in real life. Legendary swords, god-tier potions, passive buffs—mine to keep. Bankrupt yesterday, untouchable today. I don’t need cheat codes. I am the cheat.

He was brutally betrayed by his lover, his best friend and his own trusted team at the final boss, and for what, more rewards? Then he got reincarnated and swore for revenge. A good story of some one using all of his knowledge of his past life to cheat all of the way back to the top, but this time solo!

Kidnaped unknowingly. She became the one that manages all the systems over the worlds. With a touch of mischief and sadistic behavior, will the heroes over the worlds survive the missions given by this lunatic? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I'm no professional, I won't make empty promisses about the release schedule. But I will try my utmost to make it as at least 1 chapter per week as I know the pain of having to wait for weeks or even months for the next chapter. Hope people like my story.

The year is 2140 and alien beings known as KAIJU often crash land on earth and reek havoc. It is the job of the tokyo kaiju defense squad (TKD) to stop these monsters in japan. Will a newly recruited Himura Ken be able to step up to the plate?....Only time will tell.....

Em um mundo marcado por guerras, clãs rivais e um passado manchado de sangue, dois grandes poderes dominam o destino de um clã: Genkai e Shueisha. Unidos por uma antiga história comum, mas separados por ódio, orgulho e vingança, esses clãs transformaram a força em lei e a guerra, em tradição. Para evitar um novo conflito total, é criado um torneio no coliseu de Kaupang, onde os guerreiros mais fortes lutam em nome de seus aliados. Porém, o que deveria ser um espetáculo de equilíbrio logo se revela um palco de monstros humanos, veteranos de guerra e jovens prodígios capazes de abalar cidades inteiras.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.