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I’m a weak Exorcist, and the Yanderes Around Me Aren’t Human

Kaito Reizen is the shame of Japan's most powerful exorcist clan. His spells are weak, his attitude is soft, and he keeps making friends with the ghosts he's supposed to destroy. He lives alone in his aunt's old house in Kurami, away from his family, with exactly one roommate — an ancient, silver-haired Umbral named Shizuka who he cannot exorcise, cannot reason with, and absolutely cannot get rid of. She's been attached to him since childhood. She's terrifyingly strong. She is in love with him in a way that keeps him up at night. Between university, a father who gave up on him, a sister who hates him with alarming intensity, and a growing number of very dangerous supernatural women who have decided he belongs to them, Kaito's life is complicated. The ghosts don't make it simpler

daeman124 · Urban
73 Chs

I Secretly Lead a Party of Dangerous Women

Have you heard of the Black Cross?” “Of course. Aren’t they a group of murderers?” “What? No. My grandmother said they’re the guardians of the kingdom.” “That’s nonsense. My father says they’re just monster hunters.” “Then why does my teacher say they’re only a myth?” The children sitting around the street stall fell silent. “…So what are they really?” “I heard their leader is a terrifying monster.” “I heard one of them can eat an entire elephant.” “That’s stupid. They must be a rumor.” “Then why is there a bounty of 10,000 gold for information… and 1 million for capturing one of them?” “…Good point.” Nobody in the kingdom agrees on what the Black Cross really is. Heroes? Villains? Or a party for hire. No one knows how many members they have. No one knows what they look like. For all anyone knows… they could be anyone. The children burst into laughter. At that moment, one of them bumped into a man walking past the street. He carried a long staff across his shoulders, both hands lazily resting behind it. “Ah—sorry mister!” the boy said. “It’s fine,” the man replied with an easy smile. Then he leaned down and whispered quietly, “I heard the Black Cross is real.” The boy’s eyes widened. “And their leader,” the man added with a grin, “…is extremely cool and handsome.” Then he continued walking, disappearing into the crowd.

daeman124 · Fantasy
29 Chs

The Goddess Sent me into an impossible game

Kaito was just an average college student who found a mysterious isekai game on an obscure forum. The challenge? "99% fail rate. You're a coward if you don't try." He tried. The game drops him into a brutal fantasy world with one mission: Find the Sword of Beginning. No hints. No guides. Just five lives and a world designed to kill him. He dies to giant rats. Caught stealing. Shot by bandits. Stabbed by a prostitute. And finally, torn apart by a demonic rabbit just as he finds the sword hidden in a well. GAME OVER. The file deletes itself. It's over. Except it isn't. The next morning, a truck kills him on the way to buy coffee. He wakes up in the clouds, face-to-face with Aria—a devastatingly beautiful "goddess" who reveals she saved him from death. "You'll clear this game. You'll survive. And if you die... I'll take something from you. Your heart. Your brain. Something that'll leave you a broken, mad shell." When Kaito protests, begs to just die peacefully, she smiles for the first time—and pushes him off the clouds into her world. This isn't the game anymore. No levels. No system. Just a nightmarish world filled with horrors, beautiful and deadly women, and challenges that will push him to his limit. And somewhere, watching his every move, Aria waits—offering him a reward if he clears everything: "I'll let you do anything you want to me."

daeman124 · Fantasy
35 Chs

Dungeon Levelling : Starting from a Trash Dungeon

Krax died twice in the same day. First, when his own demon legion shoved him into a hero party's path—expendable bait for an ambush that never came. Second, when the Saint of Dawn took his head with a single, merciful stroke. He expected nothing after that. Oblivion. The end. Instead, he woke up as the core of an F-rank dungeon—the kind baby adventurers farm for their first taste of experience. A forgotten hole in the ground with ten mana, two brain-dead monsters, and an 11% chance of survival. No revenge fantasy drives him. No grand destiny calls. Krax learned his lesson the hard way: weakness gets you killed, and death is cold and permanent. So when the system warns him that core destruction means no respawn, no second chance, his philosophy becomes brutally simple: Everyone who enters dies. Human. Demon. Monster. It doesn't matter. His dungeon isn't a training ground anymore. It's a grave. And Krax? He refuses to be weak ever again.

daeman124 · Fantasy
41 Chs

Dungeon LevelD

He was the world’s last hope—the Hero from Earth who led humanity to victory against the Demon King. They called him savior. Worshiped him. Celebrated his triumph. Then they murdered him. Betrayed by his closest companions and executed by the very kingdom he saved, Kira dies inside the same tutorial dungeon where his journey once began. But death isn’t the end. Kira is reborn—not as a man, but as the core of the very dungeon they used to train him. With no body and barely any power, he begins again at Level 0, armed with nothing but a single slime, one trap, and a mind honed by years of war. But vengeance is a slow burn. With every adventurer who dares enter his domain, Kira's dungeon grows stronger. He unlocks new traps, forges monstrous allies, and even recruits powerful women into his ranks. Each death fuels his power. Each betrayal sharpens his resolve. The world thinks the Hero is gone. They couldn’t be more wrong.

daeman124 · Fantasy
6 Chs

The Demonic Intern : Hell’s Most Broken Employee

I, Riko Grimes, thought it was a phishing scam. Turns out it was a real contract—with Hell. Real Hell. Now I’m the intern to the CEO of Infernal Holdings, and every time I accept a task, I get stronger. Burn a rival company? I get pyrokinesis. Host a demon networking mixer? Reality warping. Fetch coffee? I can pause time—but only for five seconds per bean. There’s just one catch: the fine print always screws with me. Now I’m juggling deadly contracts, demonic HR policies, angelic spies, and a harem of overpowered, unpredictable women who all want something from me... and sometimes each other. They say no one climbs the infernal ranks without losing something. I plan to break the system before it breaks me. Demons want to own me. Angels want to erase me. ... I didn’t mean to break the supernatural world. But I might as well finish the job.

daeman124 · Fantasy
7 Chs