vulture capitalism

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock! "Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business." Hello, traveler! Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid? Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader. Right. This is probably where I give you my "tragic backstory." Fine. I used to be human. Then I died. Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation. Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development. But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war. So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all. So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon. Just don’t ask about the warranty. There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Born with the wrong kind of talent, shunned from his family, removed of his succession rights and made the guardian of the lowest of the low dungeon─the infamous, most terrible, dungeon that no one visits unless they have to...that was Moros' home. Until a certain wall crumbles, and a new realm sends out its deadly invitation with Moros name on it. It was a hell that was made for him. A hell he will soon call home...and best of all, there is a lot of money to be made.

Jacob Hemlock is a troubled man who has discovered his society is absurdly powerful. He is probably immortal due to how bullshit and anime life can be. To the point he is unsure of even achieving his new ultimate dream. But he still vibes with life too hard. The main story of this book is completed. After enough journalling of my schizo life, it's just a semi-stable man's blog. https://discord.gg/xYEmZ3nj This is a discord link to a text rp server for 18+ and it's sfw. No sex, but we will be edgy lol.

Twenty of the world’s most dangerous figures. One syndicate. And at its center, Daniel Cross — one the richest man alive, controlling billions in oil profits without ever touching a refinery. As global power shifts through contracts, pipelines, and secrets, even the world’s deadliest intelligence agencies can only watch. In this game, knowledge is a weapon, and loyalty is currency.

In a world where one's destiny is forged by the spiritual energy of the heavens, Wei An was born cursed. His "Withering Root" is a spiritual void, draining the life from all living things around him, making him an outcast feared by all. Useless. Powerless. Alone. But a chance encounter with a dying celestial beast reveals the terrifying truth of his "curse." His root doesn't destroy Qi—it devours the lingering essence of the dead. Battlefields, tombs, and execution grounds are his sacred cultivation lands. Every life that ends near him is a stepping stone on his path to power. To the orthodox sects, his methods are the ultimate heresy, a demonic art to be purged. To the demonic cultivators, he is a resource to be consumed. Hunted by all and understood by none, Wei An must walk a lonely path paved with moral decay, turning death itself into his weapon. As he navigates a world that wants him erased, he must ask himself: To gain the strength to protect himself, will he become the monster everyone believes him to be? Or will he forge a new Dao, one that balances on the razor's edge between life and death?

"The end of journey means the start of another one." -Book of Felicity "Reliving and experiencing a life that I abandon. What a predicament." That's one of the thoughts she had. Someone who only desires a normal life, yet that desire was not for her to gain. Died once and relive the life that she almost hated. Drown from loneliness, exhausted and bearing all the duty she had never wished for. Unexpectedly between those years, she found such people that she always hoped to protect and watch as they grow. Saving a life she had cherished is a normal thing to do, even sacrificing something she had...is the most treasured moment she could remember. ("Sometimes reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey." -Vera Nazarian) She thought that her journey was once ended, thus another journey is now starting to call her. A journey that she thought she ended but the truth is, it was just an unfinished journey that she tried to abandon. ("Sometimes it's the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination." -Drake) As she was trying to resolve everything, she suddenly found a friend, a companion, and good people-what will be her life now? Can she find the answers to all of her unanswered lingering questions in her heart? For her, this is another journey where a life full of mysteries that are needed to unravel. Like a thread of fate, that binds up her heart.

R/18 No Rape, vulgar language and descriptive gore As the celestial orb descended beyond the distant horizon of the alien planet, casting a surreal interplay of purple and green hues upon the sprawling battlefield, an ambiance of eerie beauty enveloped the scene. Amidst the ethereal floral decorations that adorned the blood-stained terrain, the combatants stood poised for confrontation. Among them was Lyric, a figure of imposing presence, exuding an aura of quiet confidence amidst the chaos that surrounded him. Opposite him loomed the formidable silhouette of the man, his countenance marked by a stoic determination that betrayed no hint of apprehension. Beside him stood his son, a mere youth, his expression a canvas of fear and uncertainty. Lyric, undeterred by the weight of the moment, stood tall and resolute, his gaze unwavering as he prepared to unleash the power of his words upon his adversaries. With a subtle gesture, Lyric beckoned forth the latent potency of his lyrical prowess, weaving a tapestry of rhythmic cadence that resonated with the very fabric of existence. "You could never vanquish me," he intoned, his voice reverberating across the battlefield with a haunting certainty. "Blind are you, that much is clear." As his words hung in the air, a palpable tremor of energy surged forth, distorting the boundaries of reality itself. The man and his son, momentarily ensnared in a maelstrom of confusion, faltered in their resolve as the inconceivable began to unfold before them. Suddenly, with an explosive eruption that shattered the tranquility of the scene, the ground beneath their feet erupted in a cataclysmic display of otherworldly light, engulfing them in a blinding inferno of chaos and destruction. When the tempest of tumult subsided and the echoes of the cataclysmic event faded into silence, Lyric stood amidst the aftermath, a solitary figure amidst the wreckage of battle. Yet, there was no triumph in his demeanor, no exultation in his victory. For in a world where words held the power to shape reality, the consequences of his utterances weighed heavily upon his conscience. As he surveyed the desolation that lay before him, Lyric was acutely aware of the toll exacted by his invocation of power. In the delicate balance of existence, where the whims of fate hung in precarious equilibrium, every syllable carried with it the potential for creation or destruction. And amidst the spectral glow of the purple and green floral adornments that swayed gently in the wake of the storm, he pondered the profound implications of a truth that transcended the boundaries of mortal comprehension: that in the realm of his domain, his word was law. - y’all enjoy! this will be something.. different, but let’s see how it turns out In a world where power is everything and danger lurks around every corner, a man named Lyric finds himself thrust into a mysterious realm with no memory of his past and no record of his existence. Unbeknownst to him, Lyric is not just any ordinary being; he is the fragment of a greater soul, a mere piece of his true self known as Varaoh, who watches from afar as Lyric embarks on a perilous journey. Armed with the enigmatic "Lyrical Vulture System," Lyric navigates this strange world, using the power of poetic verses and rap to overcome the myriad obstacles that stand in his way. Each verse he crafts unlocks a fragment of his true strength, but at a cost—only by fulfilling the lyrics' demands can he harness his full potential. As Lyric traverses through realms filled with treacherous landscapes and formidable foes, he encounters allies and adversaries alike, each drawn to the aura of power that surrounds him. Yet, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, Lyric grapples with the existential truth that even with his unmatched might, loss is an inevitable part of life. Driven by a desire for answers and a thirst for adventure, Lyric embarks on a quest to uncover the secr

Five friends, battered by the grind of New York City, stumble into a strange new world where their everyday items are treasures. Armed with wit, grit, and a knack for trouble, they navigate danger and opportunity in a land that doesn’t play by Earth’s rules. One unexpected leap could change everything—or break them apart.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.