starved and beaten

I who was a novel reader transferred to another world. I'm a minor villain, but my beating was already over. With that my peaceful life awaits... or so I thought.

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.}

Even after the director yelled, “Cut!”, Mira stayed kneeling in the dirt, smiling at the little boy in front of her. His runny nose and fearless little face made her laugh. The boy crossed his arms. “Hey, red dress! Give me your goggles. I like them.” Mira let out a soft laugh. “But they’re mine.” Before she could stop him, he grabbed the expensive sunglasses right out of her hands and put them on like he owned them. “If I like something, I take it. Doesn’t matter whose it is.” A crew member rushed over with an ice pack for the bump starting to form on Mira’s forehead, while her assistant, Macs, hurried to her side. “Got hit pretty hard, huh?” he asked, handing her some water. “The director told the kid to toss the ball gently, but he nailed you full force. They only kept filming because you stayed so calm.” “Oh, really?” Mira said, keeping the brief flash of annoyance out of her eyes. The guilty director quickly apologized, but Mira just smiled. “It was an accident. Please don’t blame the child.” When the director said he’d fire the boy, Mira stopped him right away. “He’s just a kid. Please don’t ruin his day.” The crew was impressed by how kind she was and even clapped. Mira shyly asked them to stop before telling everyone to get ready for the next scene. Once everyone had walked off, Macs lowered his voice. “Are you actually mad?” Mira smiled sweetly. “Not at all.” She nodded toward the boy running around. “Look how cute he is. I’d actually love to spend more time with him.” Under her breath, she muttered, “A very special chat.” Macs caught the dangerous glint hiding behind her smile but didn’t say anything. Just then, the boy’s excited mother hurried over. “I’m your biggest fan! Marry me!” Mira blinked. “My name is Marry,” the woman quickly corrected, laughing awkwardly before proudly talking about her son’s football skills instead of apologizing. Mira politely praised the boy and knelt beside him. “I’ll never marry you,” James declared. “Oh? Why not?” Mira asked, amused. “Because your nose is flat.” For a second, Mira’s smile almost slipped. Instead, she leaned in a little closer. “If you like these goggles so much, I’ve got a bunch more in my room. Want to see them?” James’ eyes lit up. “Really? Mom, can I go?” Macs jumped in right away. “Mira, you don’t have time. Your next scene starts soon, and you’re hurt.” “I’m fine,” Mira said firmly. “I like spending time with kids.” Turning to Marry, she asked sweetly, “Can I take James for a quick walk?” “Of course!” Marry said with a bright smile. Mira paused, still smiling. “Actually... just James.” Though a little disappointed, Marry agreed, mentioning she was heading off to drink her daily orange juice. “You definitely should,” Mira replied politely, the faint sarcasm slipping past everyone except Macs. Mira looked down at the grinning boy. “Well then, James... shall we?” “Yes!” James cheered, grabbing her hand. “But hurry! I want to see all those cool goggles!” . . . Ten minutes later.... “Mummy, mummy, mummy!” The child’s cries rang through everyone’s ears. Mira calmly cleaned one ear with her free hand while the other held the boy by one leg, dangling him upside down without the slightest change in her expression. She looked at him and said in a nonchalant tone, “Didn’t you just say you take whatever you like? Come on, take my glasses again. Come.” “Please, auntie, let me go! Mama, tell me, I will never do it again!” the boy sobbed. Mira’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Huh? You still dare call me auntie?” She lowered him even more. “No, no, my lady! Please, please, please let me go!” To everyone in the entertainment industry, Mira was the most humble actress around, a woman from a powerful family whom no one dared to offend. But behind that gentle smile was a hidden identity no one, not even her fans, knew. If they ever found out, the whole world would stop. By day, she was Mira, the beloved actress.

When Hugh Mathews decides it's time to get out from under his tyrannical father's thumb and away from the life he's been living, he does it in a big way. Packing what he'll need to survive in the wilderness, and with only his dog, Orion, for companionship, he heads into the mountains. When they find a abandoned cabin, Hugh begins the arduous task of repairing it, as well as hunting for food and everything else they'll need to stay alive.<br><br>Soon after, Ansel Jeffries, a nature photographer, arrives at Hugh's cabin, seeking an abandoned mine he wants to photograph. After talking with him, Ansel sees the potential for a story in what Hugh is doing -- and why.<br><br>Ansel convinces Hugh to let him tell it, meaning he'll be living at the cabin with Hugh. When he moves in, will what becomes friendship between the two men grow into more?

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

In a world slowly bleeding into the void, reality is sustained by a singular, terrifying truth: the universe is not maintained by gods, but consumed by them. Eryndor is a survivor of the forgotten strata, a desolate under-realm where humanity serves as little more than fuel for an ancient, cosmic entity known only as the Starved God—a deity that feeds not on faith or prayer, but on existence, memory, and raw energy. Cursed with an awakening that lets him see the structural threads of Qi and decay, Eryndor realizes that to avoid becoming mere sustenance, he must do the unthinkable. Armed with a volatile power system that turns hunger into a weapon and pain into fuel, he begins an agonizing ascent through the ruins of shattered civilizations. But as Eryndor consumes fragments of divine essence to grow stronger, he faces a terrifying metamorphosis: To overthrow a god of eternal hunger, how much of his own humanity must he devour first?

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend