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Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/XdrTrn9g This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author

Felix Maxwell war dazu bestimmt, ein Verlierer zu sein. Geboren in einer der schwächsten Rassen und unter den ungünstigsten Umständen, war er gezwungen, Widrigkeiten direkt ins Auge zu blicken, während er durch das weite Universum reiste, wo in jeder Ecke Gefahren lauerten. Eines Tages, auf der Suche nach Reichtümern, stieß er auf eine Ruine, in der ein höheres Wesen gefangen war. In einem Moment des Pechs richtete das Wesen seinen Blick auf ihn und versuchte, seinen Körper zu übernehmen, indem es sich ihm aufzwang. Aber das Schicksal hatte ihn nicht aufgegeben! Er wachte in seinem jüngeren Körper auf, 20 Jahre in der Vergangenheit, mit dem gefallenen Wesen, das in seiner Seele gefangen war. In seinem früheren Leben war er ein Verlierer gewesen, der Dinge auf halbem Weg aufgab und nie nach Größe strebte. Er war eine Nebenfigur, die die Starken noch heller strahlen ließ, aber nicht in diesem Leben. Er schwor sich selbst, nach Ruhm zu streben, sein Wissen zu nutzen und als höheres Wesen aufzusteigen!

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal. Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out. Games, why are you fun?

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

【Global Game + Infinite Flow + Farming Infrastructure + Healing System + Fluffy + DND-like】 Born through reincarnation and abandoned in the forest at birth, I barely survived into adulthood when the global game descended, and everything had to start anew as the scientific world suddenly took a turn. Killing beginner monsters, logging into the game, each person received a Player Manual and took on extraordinary Professions like Barbarian, Warrior, Wanderer, Martial Monk, Priest, Druid, Forest Patrol, Mage, Magician, and Bard—eleven core Professions to choose from. This is a mythical world teeming with numerous Races; humans are no longer the sole intelligent Race. Elves, mermaids, Half-Breeds, Mushroom Men, goblins, and Jackal Wolfmen each have their own way of survival—some are friends, others enemies. New players, along with the world, embarked on their evolutionary journeys. Mu Ying, holding the Lord Token, took on the role of an adept farm grower and jack-of-all-trades Druid, eventually becoming the first Lord and the first player in the deep blue. ………… This text contains slow-paced infinite flow elements, currently featuring Trial Worlds: Square World, Witch World, World of Gods. (There is a male lead with low presence, very limited screen time, in a relaxed, healing system centered around a strong female lead.)

Han Qiwu acquired a farm game system similar to Stardew Valley. While farming, fishing, and mining in his own fields, he can obtain high-quality loot. At the same time, he can also craft various ultra-high-quality farming tools, and he enjoys a brand new version loaded with an Oriental Mod! Peach blossoms bloom in March, picked to brew peach blossom wine. Loquats ripen in May, harvested to make loquat cake. Spring doves sing on the roof, white apricot flowers by the village. Learn recipes from Shennong, trade pets with Chiyou. Farming games are indeed fun, but playing can really be a grind! Fortunately, Han Qiwu gradually found the joy in grinding during his exploration...

Romance Carnival 1st Prize. BEWARE THE FURY OF A PATIENT WOMAN. Rosalind Lux died after learning of her husband and sister’s betrayal. And just as she thought she finally found peace, she woke up forty years before her death. With memories from her past life intact, Rosalind vowed revenge. Her plans quickly brought her into the arms of a Duke whose enticing gaze contained mysteries that threatened not just her plans but her heart and body. …. BEWARE THE LOVE OF A CURSED MAN. Punished by the Goddess for his greed, Lucas Benjamen Rothley had been guarding the North for as long as he could remember. For hundreds of years, no woman has ever stirred his heart. That was until the fearsome Rosalind Lux stumbled into his life. Soon, he realized Rosalind wasn’t quite the damsel that she liked everyone to believe. She is hiding a secret so dark it could either end his curse or throw his life amiss. Tags: Revenge, Strong female lead, no rape or abuse, slow-burn romance. Other novels: The Lycan's Sin: COMPLETED Cover is mine. Instagram: @b.mitchylle Discord: MitchyMitch#3750

This is the tale of an earthling, who transmigrated as a dying third-rate god but somehow rose through the ranks, gaining followers and eventually causing the Fourth Great Apocalypse. ☆ "Have you ever heard of the God of Games?" "The God of Games..?" Eleena shook her head in puzzlement. "I have never heard of Him…" "What if the God of Games could give you the power to defeat your enemies?" Xi Wei coaxed patiently. Eleena remained silent for a while, before resolutely lifting her head and fixing her gaze on Xi Wei. "Then I am willing to become a believer of the God of Games!" "Belief isn't something to only be spoken by mouth. Close your eyes and envision His name in your mind, and feel His power with your heart," he said solemnly. "O Master of Games, grant us new life!"

DESTINY GAMES. It has been 85 years since Earth-11 became aligned with Yggdrasil and 73 years since Icon became the first demigod from Earth. Icon, as the first demigod, was privileged to weave the thread of fate for everyone. He was supposed to cut off Yggdrasil and free Earth-11 from the grasps of the other Earths and their god kings. That's why everyone helped him climb the tower of Destiny. But instead of ridding earth of Yggdrasil, he turned the destiny of mankind into seven rings of immortality.  The first ring was for the immortality of power. The second was for the immortality of the knowledge. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth were for the immortality of the mind, energy, body, and soul. The last ring, the ring of the paragon, was made to rule them all.  Icon kept the ring of the paragon for himself and became a dictator. He ruled with an iron fist for many years. His was a reign of terror. But he was eventually vanquished by the collective effort of the world.  It has been 62 years since then. Icon is no more, but the damage he had done still remains. Earth-11 is still connected to Yggdrasil. The deadly games of the Tower of Destiny still remain, and the fight for the seven rings of immortality still continues.  Kelvin Thorn has just awakened his ability. It came at a good time too since he is running for his life. The ability he awakened saved him, but it came with a cost. He must climb the tower of destiny under the witness of the whole world and accumulate destiny, or he will die.  His situation is not unique. Everyone that awakens, which is mostly everyone, must climb the tower of destiny. It is one of the curses that Icon left behind before he died. But Thorn is different because the seventh ring found him.  The tower of destiny is where everyone granted power by destiny, be they humans, non-humans, or otherworlders, must fight in games of might, skill, and knowledge to gather the power of destiny. They will either die or eventually overcome death. Kelvin will be one of the latest in the line of billions of others in this struggle. DISCORD: https://discord.com/invite/Ku2gqaHz

[Avertissement : Contenu R18+] J'ai cru que j'allais mourir. Alors j'ai choisi d'être mémorable. Une nuit. Un verre. Un péché que je ne pourrai jamais effacer. Mais les hommes que j'ai rencontrés au bar n'étaient pas des étrangers. Ils étaient Le Trident... trois héritiers impitoyables de la Dynastie Corvanni, la lignée mafieuse la plus redoutée qui soit. Draven. Silencieux, impitoyable, un prédateur dissimulé dans les ombres. Lucian. Calculateur, d'une beauté envoûtante, un démon à la langue d'argent. Et Azriel. Sauvage, téméraire, dangereusement addictif. Ils ne demandent pas. Ils prennent. Et maintenant, ils me veulent... entièrement. Leur obsession brûle plus fort que leur empire. Leur toucher est interdit, mais je ne peux résister. Car plus je m'enfonce, plus cela devient évident... Je ne suis pas simplement leur désir. Je suis leur ruine. Extrait ********** "Cours si tu veux, Jade." Ce surnom roula sur la langue de Lucian comme une promesse et une menace, un nom que personne n'avait jamais osé m'appeler auparavant. Mon souffle se coupa, mes jambes tremblantes, mais avant que je puisse faire un pas, la main de Draven se referma autour de mon poignet... de fer, inflexible. "Tu crois pouvoir t'éloigner après nous avoir goûtés ?" Sa voix était calme, mortelle, envoyant des frissons directement jusqu'au plus profond de mon être. Azriel se pencha par derrière, ses lèvres frôlant le contour de mon oreille alors que son rire me consumait. "Ma douce, nous ne poursuivons pas ce qui nous appartient déjà. Et toi, petite Jade..." ses dents effleurèrent ma peau, "...tu appartiens au Trident maintenant." Les doigts d'Azriel relevèrent mon menton, son sourire malfaisant, dangereux, sculpté juste pour moi. "Dis-moi, Jade," ronronna-t-il, la voix épaisse de désir, "que veux-tu ?" La chaleur brûlait ma peau, mes lèvres s'entrouvrirent, mais aucun mot n'en sortit. Mon corps me trahit, tremblant contre le mur que formait le torse de Draven tandis que la main de Lucian traçait des cercles paresseux sur ma cuisse, taquinant, tourmentant. Le rire d'Azriel était bas, obscène. "Non, ma douce. Ne te contente pas de trembler pour nous. Dis-le." Son pouce caressa ma lèvre inférieure, lentement, narquois. "Dis ce que tu veux. Dis que tu veux nos mains, nos bouches, nos sexes... dis-le, et je te donnerai tout." Le souffle de Draven était sur mon cou, régulier, létal. "Attention," murmura-t-il, "une fois que tu l'auras dit à haute voix, il n'y aura pas de retour en arrière." Le chuchotement de Lucian glissa contre mon oreille, poison soyeux. "Et quand tu le feras, Jade, tu ne te souviendras plus jamais de ce que c'était d'être intouchée." Ma bouche s'ouvrit avant que mon cerveau ne puisse raisonner... "Je vous veux," murmurai-je. La main de Draven se resserra, les yeux de Lucian s'assombrirent, Azriel rit comme si le monde lui avait enfin remis son prix. Trois corps se pressèrent contre moi, chaleur et danger m'enveloppant comme une cage dont je ne pouvais m'échapper. Ne voulais pas m'échapper. Mon cœur me criait de fuir, mais mon corps murmurait la vérité. Je les voulais... Tous les trois. ********** Trois hommes. Une femme. Une histoire d'amour gravée dans le sang et l'obsession.