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The Citizens of Ottawa, Illinois were your average, friendly Midwesterners. However, when seemingly insane things begin to happen, as any Patriotic American would, they answer the call. From the New World Order to the Total Collapse of Society, the Ottawans following the lead of the Ghost of Ottawa struggle and try to survive even the most impossible of odds stacked against them. But is their American Heritage and Midwestern Grit enough to survive? {Rated R due to profanity and the nature of the violence portrayed in the novel.}

Eat. Evolve. Dissolve. In the Rotting Forest, biomass is the only currency, and I’m currently bankrupt. I wasn’t born a king. I was born from the cracked ribs of a dying titan, a house-cat-sized scavenger with one missing eye and a Stability rating of 20%. In this ecosystem, I’m not a hero. I’m a snack. But I have the Gene Weaver System. I don't just eat; I architect. I harvest DNA from the dead to graft a future onto my own broken body. [NEW TRAIT DETECTED: ACID-SPITTER] [COST: 5% STRUCTURAL STABILITY] Evolution isn't a gift. It’s a heist. Every upgrade, every set of wings, every venomous barb, every layer of chitin, brings me closer to Structural Collapse. Cross that threshold, and my own biology will tear itself apart, reducing me to a puddle of failed blueprints. In this forest, becoming the Apex predator is the easy part. Doing it without melting into a pile of sentient sludge? That’s the real work. What to Expect: The "Jackie Chan" Grind: No invincibility. Every victory costs a limb. Every growth spurt hurts. Hardcore Progression: Every mutation has a trade-off. Strength costs Speed. Intelligence costs Stability. Visceral Body Horror: Detailed biological adaptation. You aren't just "leveling up"; you're rewriting your DNA. The Architect’s Wit: A protagonist who knows he's a "structural disaster" and has something to say about it. Updates Daily | #Grimdark | #MonsterEvolution | #LitRPG | #NonHuman | #Underdog | #survival

Requiem of the Star-Starved In a world where souls are currency and survival comes at the cost of your own humanity, the line between hunter and prey is razor-thin. Across frozen deserts, collapsing cities, and zones ruled by ruthless enforcers, one boy carries a power that can burn, erase, and unravel everything around him if he loses control, he could destroy not just himself, but everyone he cares about. Chased by merciless predators, hunted for the fire in his veins, and pursued by a society that worships perfection while discarding the broken, he must navigate a world where trust is a luxury, and mercy is a myth. In this dark, unforgiving landscape, every choice is a gamble, every ally a question mark, and every step forward could be the one that finally ends him.

Wei Chen — seorang yatim piatu yang hidup di jalanan kota terbawah Kekaisaran Langit Sembilan, dikenal sebagai "Pengemis Bisu" karena tak pernah memohon belas kasihan siapapun. Tubuhnya kurus, pakaiannya compang-camping, dan meridiannya dianggap cacat permanen sejak lahir — membuatnya tak bisa menyerap Qi sedikitpun. Di dunia di mana kekuatan adalah segalanya, Wei Chen bukan siapa-siapa. Hingga malam ketika ia hampir mati kelaparan di depan gerbang Klan Bintang Perak — klan yang dulu membantai seluruh keluarganya atas nama "pemurnian darah." Di ambang kematian, ia menelan batu giok hitam misterius yang jatuh dari langit, dan sesuatu yang tertidur di dalam dirinya selama bertahun-tahun akhirnya terbangun. Bukan Qi biasa. Bukan teknik cultivasi biasa. Melainkan Dao of Eternal Hunger — jalan keabadian purba yang telah terhapus dari semua kitab suci di dunia, karena dianggap terlalu berbahaya bahkan bagi para Dewa. Semakin lapar ia, semakin kuat ia. Semakin ia menderita, semakin tak terbendung jalannya. Namun di tengah perjalanan membalas dendam dan mendaki puncak cultivation, ia bertemu Liang Yue — putri dari musuh besarnya, perempuan yang mencintainya tanpa tahu siapa diri Wei Chen sesungguhnya. Sebuah cinta yang lahir di atas fondasi darah dan rahasia, yang bisa menyelamatkan Wei Chen — atau justru menghancurkan segalanya yang telah ia bangun. Dari pengemis yang tak dianggap manusia, hingga yang namanya membuat langit dan bumi gemetar.

They burned Caen Voss alive to silence him. He was just a scribe. A nobody who sat beside dying people and wrote down their last words. No enemies worth making. No power worth fearing. The Church of the Unfinished expected ash. What they got was a problem. Something inside Caen's chest cracked open the moment the fire took him. Ancient. Hungry. Patient beyond human comprehension. A fragment of a dead god that had been sleeping inside him since before the world had a name. It looked at the boy burning around it and said, quietly: Oh. You survived. Again. Now Caen carries a Scar, a fragment of divine ruin that lets him erase things from reality's record. Wounds lose their cause. People forget he exists. And the book his power manifests already has writing in it, in his own handwriting, in a language he has never learned. Someone reported him to the Church. He does not know who. His Scar mourns a woman he has never met. He does not know why. The sky above the world is not matter. It is text. It is almost full. And somewhere in its final verses, Caen Voss is mentioned by name. He did not write it. But the handwriting is unmistakably his

Beneath a shattered world sits a throne that feeds on what remains of belief. When a man dares to approach it, he awakens a starving god—and learns that some gods don’t need worship anymore… only something to consume.

A girl who has no choice but to follow her parent decision since the very beginning, desperately holding on despite the thorny words and rough path that no matter what she does would never be enough to please them. A boy who's father Remarried another women who only wants his Fame just after a few years of her biological mothers death and forced to accept the fact that he's all alone from now on. She just wanted to feel her parents warmth. He just wanted to back through time. But what if one Accident transport them to a Dream where they got what theyre hearts always wanted. And in that dream they can either choose one between the two, "Stay or Go". But a there comes a price to pay for nothing in the world is free, Now what do you think it'll be?. And in that duration would be able to bloom between the the depressed girl and the lonely boy. Well, let's see.

In a world where stars breathe life into destiny, the forgotten bloodline of the Dark Dawn Fire stirs once more. Yin Jin, born with shattered meridians and mocked as trash, discovers a hidden power sleeping within his soul — one capable of igniting the heavens and consuming the void itself. As ancient sects rise, beast tides rage, and conspiracies unfold, Yin Jin will forge his own path among the stars. His fire will either burn the heavens… or reshape them. Witness the rebirth of a legend — Immortal Star Taoists.

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!