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Talent? Unnecessary! Wealth? Doesn’t matter! Brain? Eat it! Even if one was the greatest of gutter trashes with zero redeemable qualities, as long as they had a System, they are bound to reach the pinnacle of life. Compass Carburettor, a dirt-poor orphan with absolutely zero f**king qualities managed to reach the peak of the business world by the age of 35, all while relying on his Money-Making System like a blinded barnacle. But at the peak of his life, he was betrayed by his System. ------------------- [Sister novel released (Same Universe): "Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society"] ------------------- Check out all my projects here: http://bit.ly/wn_venus ------------------- Join my Discord server: https://discord.gg/Q544Bxu Contact me through my Discord ID: Overlord_Venus#9364 Or through my email: [email protected] Follow me on Instagram @overlord_venus

It all began with a poor orphan who would work every day for long hours to pay for his Aunt's medical bills. When his life begins to fall apart and he is homeless sleeping in an alleyway he hears a robotic voice. {Do you wish to integrate with the Dungeon System} "Yes" he answers, without much to lose. And from then his life had never been the same. He was taken into a dungeon each night to hunt and he began to realise just how little he really knew about the world that was much wider than he thought. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/TtnGfdKanr Note: I do not own cover art

*COMPLETED* In a world that is aware of other worlds and systems, a reality show was created to have participants receive a system and face challenges. All for the entertainment of the world's that cam view it. All participants have no idea about other worlds actually existing, let alone something like this going on. Elmo is a young man who had been shopping when he was chosen to take part in this challenge. Part of him is intrigued by the idea of the challenges, but most of him would rather just go home. If only that was an option. The following are the main challenges in order in the story: Challenge #1: defeating the starting dungeon Challenge #2: prevent the assassination of the king Challenge #3: defeat the fire dragon Challenge #4: locate and capture a firebird Challenge #5: bring the Book of Living to the starting dungeon There will be no graphic descriptions of any mature content. When such material will appear, it will either be lime or just glossed over. I'm writing this as I go along. If you have any suggestions or thoughts I'd be happy to hear them. Cover art is AI generated If anyone has any thoughts or comments about this book they'd like to say, but not leave a record of it here, I can be contacted at [email protected]

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

Read first page, maybe you will like it. (^_^)

Mimpi yang aneh mendatangi Honey di sebuah malam yang dingin. Membuatnya bertemu dengan sesosok mahluk misterius dengan wajah rupawan yang mengaku sebagai seorang vampir. Dia pikir bunga tidur itu akan berlalu begitu dirinya membuka mata. Namun siapa sangka, mahluk itu malah mengikutinya ke alam nyata. Menawarkan pertemanan yang tak biasa di antara mereka. Namun itu baru permulaan. Karena setelah si vampir yang bernama Night itu hadir, banyak hal tak terduga dan tak masuk akal yang mulai terjadi di kehidupan Honey. Membuatnya harus berjuang mati-matian untuk sebuah misi rahasia yang dibawa oleh Night. Misi rahasia seperti apa? Temukan jawabannya di dalam cerita.

Riding a flying sword, drinking wine while holding beauties, fighting against a generation of geniuses for opportunities, Who doesn't like such an Immortal World? But not if you are a mortal who got thrown amidst high level cultivators. And Long Ming felt precisely that. Opening his eyes, Long Ming saw he was in the world of immortals. He got surrounded by beauties and luxuries, but what will happen if everyone knows he is just a weak chicken? No grandpa in a ring nor a mysterious broken sword or inheritance pendant. " Where is my Golden Finger!" Long Ming shouted! At that moment, a panel opened before him. [ Ding! Host get Courting Death System!] [ Ding! Host get Goddess Protecting System!] [ Ding! Host get Scumbag System!] Long Ming then realized he got infinite systems in his disposal!

Keith, a regular office worker from Earth, suddenly transmigrates to the world of the novel he had been reading for the past decade. The new world, which was also called Earth, was slightly different. People with various powers existed who were called awakeners, making this world comparatively dangerous and also mysterious. While he was thrown into the novel's world, he was also given a mystical ability to grant systems to other people. Armed with his special ability, he slowly climbs up the power ladder by taking "taxes" from the people he would give systems to. The only question that remained, was what would a realistic normal man, when faced with a similar minded protagonist, do when their goals opposed each other.

WARNUNG: DIESES BUCH IST AB 18 Heena streckte sich auf dem warmen Sand und nippte an ihrem Kokosnusswasser. Endlich, Frieden. Keine intriganten Heldinnen, keine grüblerischen männlichen Hauptrollen – nur sie und der Ozean. „HEENA! MUTTER! ICH HABE DICH GEFUNDEN!“ Ihr Augenlid zuckte. Nicht jetzt. Über dem Strand schwebte ein goldener Löwe mit funkelnden Flügeln. „System 547“, sagte sie mit zusammengebissenen Zähnen. „Ich bin im Urlaub.“ „Aber die Welten brechen zusammen! Die männlichen Hauptrollen drehen durch! Die Bösewichtinnen sterben! Weiße-Lotus-Heldinnen ruinieren alles!“ „Nicht mein Problem.“ „Du bist die Schwarze Lotusblüte! Nur du kannst das in Ordnung bringen!“ „Genau deshalb verdiene ich einen Urlaub.“ „Keine Regeln! Ohrfeige sie, verführe sie, verbünde dich mit der Bösewichtin – alles ist erlaubt!“ Heena nippte an ihrer Kokosnuss. „Wenn ich ja sage, dann dreifache Punkte, seltene Gegenstände aus jeder Welt und danach sechs Monate Urlaub.“ „Abgemacht! Alles!“, rief der Löwe und wedelte mit dem Schwanz. Heena stand auf und klopfte sich den Sand ab. „Schön. Zeig mir diese kaputten männlichen Hauptrollen.“ Ihr Grinsen war gefährlich. . . . Das Portal warf Heena auf kalten Marmorboden. Ihr wurde schwindelig, als fremde Erinnerungen sie überfluteten. Kaiserin Celeste Ravencourt. Fünf Ehemänner. Ein sterbendes Reich. „Großartig“, murmelte Heena. „Ich bin die Bösewichtin.“ Ein winziger goldener Löwe erschien neben ihr. „Willkommen in Welt 12! Du bist mit fünf mächtigen Männern verheiratet, die dich alle hassen. Sie treffen sich heute Abend, um dich zu vergiften und stattdessen die Heldin zu krönen.“ „Lass mich raten“, seufzte Heena. „Weiße Lotusblüte?“ „Lady Seraphina. Süß, freundlich, vom System unterstützt. Sie sind alle in sie verliebt.“ Heena rieb sich die Schläfen. Der Körper war schwach, ausgehungert, erschöpft. Kein Wunder, dass Celeste so leicht starb. „Schön“, sagte sie und legte den schweren Schmuck ab. „Diese Kaiserin ist tot. Ich nicht.“ Sie wählte ein schlichtes dunkles Kleid, band ihre Haare hoch und trat vor ihr Spiegelbild. Die Traurigkeit verschwand. Selbstvertrauen trat an ihre Stelle. Beim Abendessen warteten fünf Männer – kalt, mächtig, tödlich gut aussehend. Krieger, Priester, Generäle, Spione. Jeder von ihnen wollte sie loswerden. Wein wurde in ihr Glas gegossen. Vergiftet. Offensichtlich. Sie beobachteten sie genau. Heena hob das Glas und lächelte leicht. „Auf einen Neuanfang.“ Sie trank alles aus. Die Stille zerbrach. Nichts geschah. Ihre Gesichter veränderten sich – Schock, Angst, Unglaube. Heena lehnte sich zurück, ruhig und lächelnd. „Nun“, sagte sie sanft, „wer von euch dachte, es wäre so einfach, mich zu töten?“

“My Existence is a bully to the word Existence itself." Quote from Patrick. Patrick, a regular arrogant kid with extremely attractive looks and a high IQ, lived in the alternate version of Earth. But in this alternate Earth, there were awakened humans who possessed abilities beyond the scope of human knowledge. Yet, despite living in an awakened world, Patrick didn't awaken any ability. But just when he was annoyed with his unawakened life, he acquired an unknown entity called a system. With that, it opened a gateway of infinite possibilities that caused the existence of the story "GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS." Discord Channel: https://discord.gg/GYc36ynh6Y