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From that day on, secret realms descended upon the world. Bizarre creatures cried out for nourishment, and strange rules lay in wait for the fortunate. These individuals were lured by supernatural abilities and treasures, entering the game for wealth and power. Yet soon, they would go mad with the roles they played, consumed by the savagery. But he was different, always relishing the thrill of fear, savoring the joy of despair. In the razor-sharp twists of fate, "Fantastic, thrilling!" he exclaimed. Then he turned around, smiling and even more expectant— Striding towards hell. [Modern mysteries, rule replicas, heartwarming healing, Sbarazzi.]

Suzuki, an adult programmer, suddenly notices that he’s been thrown into a different world while wearing a casual clothes at level 1. He gained high levels and treasures after using the 3 times use-disposable-magic Meteor Shower, at once. After that, he intends to do different world “sightseeing tours”? He meets 3 beast girls, beautiful purple and black haired sisters, and an eccentric blonde haired elf girl along with various people during his trip. Although there are occasional fighting with demons and demon lords, this is a heartwarming fantasy story at heart.

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- John Foster, a top expert in a certain gaming studio, who once offended a trust-fund baby. As a result, he was framed and bound with the worst talent-"Sacrifice", in the new game "GODSLAYER" upon the game's launch day. John was the only one among the sacrificed who insisted on not deleting his character. Supposed to be sacrificed to The Devil, John persisted in his quest. After being killed multiple times, he still charged towards The Devil with his flesh and blood! [Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] [Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] ... After multiple failures, John was surprised to find that his skills and Exp were improving rapidly as he fought The Devil! A few months later, when players worldwide were busy leveling up, a system notification struck like thunder: [Ding: 'Anonymous Player' successfully killed the World BOSS - Devil 'Azazel', earning the First Kill reward!] ---------------------- WSA 2023 Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

``` Mise à jour quotidienne ! 9 h PST ---------------------- John Foster, un expert de haut niveau dans un certain studio de jeux vidéo, qui a un jour offensé un enfant de riche. En conséquence, il a été piégé et attribué le pire talent - "Sacrifice", dans le nouveau jeu "GODSLAYER" dès le jour de son lancement. John était le seul parmi les sacrifiés qui insistait pour ne pas supprimer son personnage. Supposé être sacrifié au Diable, John persistait dans sa quête. Après avoir été tué plusieurs fois, il continuait à se ruer sur le Diable avec sa chair et son sang ! [Ding : Vous avez été tué, perdant 10 points de durabilité d'Arme et d'Équipement.] [Ding : Vous avez été tué, perdant 10 points de durabilité d'Arme et d'Équipement.] ... Après de multiples échecs, John fut surpris de constater que ses compétences et son XP s'amélioraient rapidement alors qu'il combattait le Diable ! Quelques mois plus tard, alors que les joueurs du monde entier étaient occupés à monter de niveau, une notification du système a retenti comme le tonnerre : [Ding : 'Joueur Anonyme' a réussi à tuer le BOSS Mondial - Diable 'Azazel', obtenant la récompense du Premier Tueur !] ---------------------- Participation WSA 2023 ! Merci de votre soutien si vous appréciez l'histoire ! Comment pouvez-vous montrer votre soutien ? Offrez des Pierres de Pouvoir ! 150=1 chapitre bonus 200=2 chapitres bonus 500=3 chapitres bonus La publication bonus aura lieu la semaine suivante ! ```

After Earth collapses into dimensional entropy, billions of people are scattered across broken worlds and forced into a brutal survival game known only as the Shattered Trial. Each player gains a random class. Most wield magic, swords, or elemental power. But Iden Virel, a former engineering student, is given something else. A black ring. A broken interface. And the command: [SUMMON: Skeleton – Worker Class] With a system unlike any other, Iden can summon and assign skeletal minions to tasks—miners, scouts, warriors, mages, builders, and more. These skeletal followers don’t sleep, don’t eat, and never stop improving. The longer they work, the smarter they get. Together with his sister Rael—a rare Sanctum Channeler who can empower and evolve allies—Iden must lead his growing skeletal force through monster-infested zones, hostile player factions, and ancient ruins... all while preparing for the apocalyptic battle known as the Final Judgment. In this world, only one law remains: Build. Adapt. Conquer. Or be erased.

Bored in class, Ivaim suddenly transmigrates into a world plagued with Fractured Realities. A century ago, Reality Masters suddenly arrived— bringing a wave of terror over the planet. Just as the people despaired, they began to discover "Threshold Items" which allowed them to enter the domains of these Reality Masters. They had two options starting from there : One, to become a Reality Walker— a person marked and blessed by a Reality Master, fighting by their side in order to defend against other Reality Masters. Or to become a Reality Ruiner— A person who kills Reality Masters, directly consuming and taking over the powers that they posses! However, to Ivaim, he seemed to have taken on a different path. As he looked towards his own body, he sighed as he realized that he was neither a Reality Walker, nor a Reality Ruiner. —He had somehow become a Reality Master. ... [Volume 1 : The First Fall] (Completed) [Volume 2 : The Temptation] (Ongoing) 10 Golden tickets = Extra Chapter

A forgotten temple hidden beneath the heart of modern India was never meant to be opened. For years, Aarav Varman lived as a failure — buried in debt, haunted by his father’s mysterious death, and struggling to survive as a disgraced archaeologist. But everything changes the night he discovers an ancient underground shrine sealed for centuries beneath a collapsing temple site. The moment his blood touches the forbidden door, the temple awakens. Symbols begin appearing on his skin. Shadows move where none should exist. Powerful secret organizations start hunting him. And deep beneath the city, something ancient stirs once more. As Aarav uncovers terrifying truths linked to forgotten mantras, hidden relics, and a lost order sworn to guard the Ninth Temple, he realizes the legends were real. The temple was not built to protect humanity. It was built to imprison something. And now… the seal is breaking.

I am posting this novel on RoyalRoad.com as well. Alternative title: 'I Sell Ghosts for a Living in Thailand'. Science can’t explain everything. I didn’t believe in ghosts—until I started selling them for a living. From the shadowed counters of Thailand’s black-market amulet trade, a veteran dealer breaks his silence. This is the uncensored truth behind Thai amulets and Kuman Thong—the forbidden rituals of powerful Arjans, the deadly art of Gong Tau curses, ancient witch gu, and the restless spirits bound into sacred powder and oil. What the temples won’t tell you. What most dealer.

A remote island on Taihu Lake, with only a few dilapidated rooms in a Daoist temple. A great practitioner travels through time and space, only to find that they lack even the qualification to offer incense.

In my city, the rich don’t go to court. They go to temples. I was a nobody—drowning in debt, watching my mother’s hospital bills pile up like a death sentence—when a man from the Rathore family offered me a “miracle.” One night. One ritual. One marriage. Marry their cold, untouchable heiress in an ancient temple, accept a silent contract, and my family would be saved. I should’ve run. But the moment the priest smeared vermilion on my forehead, the oil lamps went out… and something ancient woke up. [TEMPLE CONTRACT SYSTEM ACTIVATED.] [GROOM OF THE CURSED HEIRESS — CONTRACT SEALED.] [COUNTDOWN: 30 DAYS.] That marriage wasn’t a celebration. It was a funeral waiting to happen. Her uncles wanted her dead so they could split the empire. Her “holy” priest wanted her blood to feed the temple. And the family elders smiled as they pushed me forward like a disposable husband. They thought I was a poor boy they could buy, use, and bury. They were wrong. Because the system doesn’t grant blessings—it grants contracts. Every contract demands a price… and pays back in power: leverage, money, influence, fear. If they want a scapegoat groom, I’ll play the role. I’ll take their dowry. I’ll take their secrets. I’ll take their throne. And when the last bell rings in that temple, the Rathores won’t be deciding my fate anymore—