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When a completely reckless human alchemist decides to face the Demon King, everything goes unexpected, and exactly in the worst possible way. However, the Demon King isn't defeated… He hires them. Thus begins an improbable quest. Three lolis. A human drunk on ambition. A fiery vulcan. And a scatterbrained unicorn-girl. They become minions for the world's most feared being, traveling across kingdoms to recruit staff for a ruined castle. This is an epic fantasy where the apocalypse happens off-screen, the humor is as dangerous as the magic, and the world's greatest terror… just wanted a decent cook.

In a world where legends lived and gods walked, two entities stood above all: Phoebus, The Necrophile Lord and Hardy, The Corny Supreme. They were beings of immense power, revered and feared in equal measure. Born from the essence of creation continent itself, they had shaped the world with their hands, their wills carving mountains and filling seas. But now, they faced each other in a confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had built. Phoebus, with hair of golden light and eyes that shone like the sun, stood firm, his spear shimmering with ethereal fire. Across from him, Hardy, dark as the void with eyes like the deepest night, wielded a spear that crackled with dark energy. They had come to this desolate plain, the last unbroken part of their continent, to settle a grudge that had festered for millennia. As they stood, a few hundred paces apart, the air between them was tense, vibrating with the raw power they emanated. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Hardy's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Necro," he growled, "it has come to this, as we always knew it would." Phoebus nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Hardy's. "Indeed, Corn. The balance we once held is shattered. This must end." Without another word, they charged. Their spears clashed with a sound that shattered mountains. Each strike was a force of nature, each parry a defiance of fate. They moved with blinding speed, their forms blurring as they struck and counter-struck. The ground split open, molten lava spilling forth as the land itself could not withstand their fury. Phoebus twirled his spear, its tip leaving trails of fire in the air. He thrust forward, aiming for Hardy's heart, but Hardy sidestepped with inhuman agility, his own spear lashing out to cut a deep gash in Phoebus's side. The golden blood that flowed from the wound turned to steam as it touched the air. With a roar, Phoebus swung his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of searing light. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving a charred, smoking crater. Hardy barely managed to deflect the worst of the attack with his own spear, the dark energy crackling around him forming a protective barrier. Hardy retaliated by plunging his spear into the ground. Shadows erupted from the point of impact, spreading like a plague. Trees withered and died instantly, the earth itself seemed to rot and decay. Phoebus leaped back, but not before the creeping darkness reached his legs, causing them to tremble and weaken. "You've grown weaker, old friend," Hardy taunted, his voice echoing with dark mirth. "And you have grown more cruel," Phoebus retorted, summoning his strength to counterattack. He thrust his spear skyward, and a column of pure light descended from the heavens, engulfing Hardy. The light seared through the shadows, burning away the darkness. The force of their attacks was not limited to their immediate surroundings. Waves of destruction radiated outward, leveling forests, evaporating lakes, and turning mountains into rubble. The very air grew thin, unable to sustain life in the face of such overwhelming power. The sky darkened as ash and debris were thrown into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. For hours they fought, neither giving ground. Their movements were a deadly dance, a ballet of destruction. Every swing of their spears tore the sky apart, and every clash sent shockwaves that leveled everything in their path. The seas boiled, and the land itself cracked and crumbled. Phoebus, summoning the last of his strength, launched himself at Hardy with a ferocious cry. His spear, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, aimed straight for Hardy's heart. Hardy, his eyes burning with unyielding determination, met him head-on. His spear, cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour the light, struck toward Phoebus's heart with equal force. The moment their spears pierced each ot

[Warning. You are in the presence of the Demon King of Lust.] [All stats have been halved.] For three hundred years, the Kingdom of Valor sent their best to kill him. They kept sending heroes. Vincent kept adding to his collection. But evolution demands more than corpses. So when the latest hero finally reached his chamber, Vincent didn’t just kill him. He took his face, walked out of the tower, and introduced himself to the kingdom that had been hunting him as one of their own. [Your hormones are in disarray.] That’s the thing about a lust demon. Women who fall under Vincent aren’t broken — they’re rewritten Their loyalty becomes absolute. Their bodies remember only him. Former demon hunters become his most devoted weapons, and they choose it every single time. Now Vincent wants an army. Not of soldiers.Lust demons.Starting with the queen who imprisoned him. Because something worse than any kingdom is coming for every living thing in this world.

This is a troll novel you might've seen from tiktok I just thought of it as a joke and prolly won't finish it

Karuka is a....psycho. Absolutely crazy. He will do anything to get what he wants. God complex. Manipulative. And all the above. Hiroto definitely doesnt see whats coming until its a bit too late for him. (Art is not mine. All rights go the the creator)

Lagi jalan eh ketemu cowok ganteng tapi sayangnya.... iya sayangnya cowok itu udah ada yang gandeng alias punya pacar. Eh tapi… sepertinya ada yang salah. Sip… kesempatan ini akan Haku gnakan sebaik mungkin

karena sejatinya takdir tidak akan pernah tertukar, aku berharap miliku adalah takdirku.

Twenty-five-year-old Meena is a brilliant scientist trapped by poverty and a paralysed body. Working at Arakis Bio Corp, she risks everything to build a machine to cure herself. The machine explodes and destroys her life's work. The explosion changed Meena. She can now move objects with her mind. She can even force her own legs to walk.

All I wanted was to be someone's first choise. someone's everything but that wasn't written on my fate. so I let go of that futile wish and focused on myself. Building myself, my career, my life. I wanted to attain every wish I had to forget about " being loved" and I did. Until I met "him" . I don't know what this attraction & hatred i feel all at same time whenever I come near or see him. So from my intuition & experience in bad luck i promised myself to avoid him at any cost . But a clap can't sound with only one hand. why does he always come near me, try to talk with me when he doesn't give any other soul any attention. what is this unavoidable circumstances what always puts us together. I don't want to be near him , whenever I am I get the strong urge to cry & belittle myself. The more time we spent together the more this unknown flashbacks come to me. what is happening? who is he ? what are we to each other?

Damon un hombre boxeador arrogante y un poco malvado muere tras una lucha donde el oponente perdió el control pero se arrepiente de lo que hizo en toda su camino de boxeador y alguien le decide dar otra oportunidad tras su arrepentimiento dándole un sistemapara ayudarlo en el nuevo camino que ca a recorrer