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Returning from the Eastern Europe after working with the military in 2054, he only found out that his father debt to the mafia turned him into a marked man. Forced to join an experiment for a protection, he passed away during an experiment. However, he quickly found himself in an unknown game called [Contract Battleground], a full dive VR-based shooter RPG game created several years later and a game inspired by the warfare of 20th and 21st century. Under the username “Beuer”, can he quickly adapt to the new environment, or will he be stuck under the conflict between the Carmine Federation and the Avoset Union? Follow his journey to adjust to his new world filled with guns, politics, and ever changing environment. Not to mention the people that he met ranging from the highly disciplined staff sergeants to the wacky players.

Haruto Kuramoto was supposed to move to another world with his classmates, but only he failed to move and only his soul came to God. As God apologized, I wondered if Haruto Kuramoto was crazy about it, so that he could use the abilities of the FPS game and reincarnate. He who starts from reincarnation? The adventure has begun. P.S. This novel is google translated. I don't own any of this, for fun purpose only Author: Blue sky bonito Chapters: 173 Chapters and is still ongoing

Michael Aster used to dominate arenas as a rising esports star, dropping out of high school at sixteen and becoming a millionaire by seventeen. But when real-life monsters invaded, the world shifted its focus, leading to the collapse of sponsorships and leagues. Now eighteen, Michael retired from gaming. At nineteen, he watches hunters on TV in a Seoul bar when something extraordinary happens, a system awakens in his mind. Unlike other hunters, he gains a combat interface resembling a competitive shooter. He must lock in weapons, spend credits for gear, and adhere to strict rules as monsters attack around him. In a chaotic world, Michael's system lacks flashy powers, but he possesses one crucial advantage: perfect aim and timing, honed through years of high-pressure gameplay. Now, he must use these skills to survive and reach the next checkpoint before time runs out. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/815416/fictions I will be posting this story on Royal Road

When Dezi Falconi, a pampered rich boy, meets up with Rox Forrester, a savvy trailer trash hottie, sparks fly. Living on opposite sides of the tracks makes them an unlikely couple until Dezi gets a good look at Rox and propositions him. Tired of being used as a rich man’s whore, Rox heatedly refuses the offer, but when Dezi hears his tale of woe, he decides to help Rox financially, and in time they fall deeply in love.<br><br>Eventually Nick Falconi, Dezi’s father, finds out about Rox. Nick is a powerful man, used to having anything he wants, and he wants Rox. This puts Rox in the middle of an impossible situation when he learns that Nick holds the strings to Dezi’s money. If Rox doesn’t leave Dezi and become Nick’s whore, he’ll leave Dezi penniless. What should he do? Submit to a dirty old man’s perverted desires, or run away with Dezi and start a new life -- one that includes murder?

By the age of 80, General Gama Feihren has long since retired and is now on the last days of his life, spending most of his time on a virtual first-person shooter game he truly loves and enjoys: Gaia's Paradox. Reminiscing about the days of his former military glory as his body is nearing death's door— Follow the adventure of Feihren as he ventures into this new world he suddenly transmigrated in, New World: Nuwiell

The air crackled with anticipation as Lucas closed the distance between them, his gaze intense yet filled with a hunger that mirrored hers. Charlotte's heart raced, her breath hitching as she felt the heat radiating from his body. "i can't keep my hands off," Lucas murmured, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer until there was barely any space between them. Charlotte's lips parted as she searched his eyes, finding a mixture of desire and restraint. The tension between them was palpable, each moment stretching out like a taut wire ready to snap. Without breaking eye contact, Lucas brushed his thumb across her lower lip, tracing its softness before leaning in to capture it with his own. His kiss was fierce yet tender, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't contain. Their bodies molded together seamlessly, every touch sending waves of pleasure through them. Lucas's hands roamed her curves, eliciting soft moans from Charlotte's lips. She arched into his touch, craving more of the electrifying sensation he stirred within her.

Just when I thought my life couldn't get any worse... I transmigrated into the world of an NTR hent*i... As a guy who gets NTR'd... What a f*ckin mess... I've had enough... I'm just gonna kill everything... WARNING: this shit is gonna be INSANELY edgy LOL, if you don't like that shit, stay away. but if you do... you're gonna have a field day in this garbage HAHA. also, if you couldn't tell from the title, there's going to be some gun violence, if you don't like that sorta stuff, stay away.

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

Author: Aozora Katsuo Haruto Kuramoto was supposed to be transferred to another world with his classmates, but he was the only one whose transfer failed and only his soul came to God. As an apology from God, Haruto Kuramoto was given the ability to use the FPS game he was so obsessed with, and was given a reincarnation... He starts with reincarnation? The adventure begins. Associated Names: My class was transferred, but I was the only one reincarnated as an FPS player kurasu ten'i shita kedo watashi (ore) dake fps purēyā ni tensei クラス天医したケド私（俺）だけfps ピュアヤーに転生 I know there's another novel, but it's in Machine Translation (MTL), so I created this one

La verdad que ser el hijo menor de Michael no fue lo peor que pudo pasar, ah, también este molesto menu en mi vista, pero mi cerebro ya lo puede ignorar fácilmente como una nariz Al nacer literalmente en GTA 5 me nombraron Enzo, Enzo de santa Asi que básicamente puedo forgar mi propia historia aquí en los santos.... O ver como va con mi presencia en la historia original, que va, ahí veré