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Outer yard disciple of the Tiansang Spirit Palace, Xu Xiaoshou, had average talent. However, after coming out of his death seclusion, he realized that everything had changed. He had received a Passive System with many strange, miraculous passive skills: He would become stronger with every breath. He would become stronger when he got attacked. He would become stronger when he got mocked… Xu Xiaoshou was forced to shout, “Oh God, I don’t want to be like this either. Everything I did was because I was being forced to! I am so passive!”

The Tower of Sins... A majestic Tower that appeared in the world just as the world had lost all hopes. Humanity was near extinction in the apocalypse brought forth by the appearance of Monsters in the once peaceful world. Their last hope... The mystical tower that had appeared out of nowhere became the shelter of humanity. The humans that took shelter in the tower were many; amongst them were a few that were selected by the Tower itself. These Humans were known as the Lord of Sins, who received abilities from the tower itself. As for what abilities, no one knew... All people knew was that the abilities they received were related to the biggest sin they committed in life. They were all given one task... Climb the tower and reach the top to receive incredible strength and freedom. Only Lord of Sins and the people they selected were authorized to climb and go up, facing hardships. They were the gods of the Tower! The rest... They were left behind on Floor Zero. Amongst the humans left behind was Azekiel... A human who had never committed even a single sin in his life. Until... A single sin can change a person's life. What happens when a good man commits a sin worthy of making him a Lord of Sin? The legend of Sins is about to unfold that can threaten reality itself, bringing forth many unimaginable secrets of the world!

Zhou Yun transmigrated to a fantasy world and was bound to the God Tier Epiphany System. He could enter into a state of meditation and achieve epiphanies that others desired regardless of what he did. Other cultivators immersed themselves fully in hardcore training in order to achieve some improvements in their swordsmanship. On the other hand, Zhou Yun achieved enlightenment in swordsmanship by merely picking up a sword and playing with it a little. His swordsmanship attained perfection in an instant. Other cultivators trained hard in order to break through to the next plane. Zhou Yun merely swept a glance at the fallen leaves in the courtyard. Then, he had an epiphany and broke through to the next plane on the spot. He had insights into everything in the world, and his rate of plane progression skyrocketed. When other cultivators finally became powerful existences after going through various hardships, Zhou Yun had already become the supreme existence through having countless epiphanies.

# SONOFLUCK In the year 2060, a holographic game named Glory descended. Players discovered that the skills and equipment they acquired in the game could be materialized in reality. Suddenly, everyone went crazy looting for resources in the game. Chen Feng was one of the players. Moreover, right after he entered the game, he awakened a hidden attribute that everyone would kill to have - Top-tier Luck. In the Beginners’ Village, all the other players chased behind the chickens in order to hunt them. However, things looked very different for Chen Feng. One by one, the chickens hit him and died. He acquired experience points just by standing still. When the other players were grinding hard for resources, Chen Feng picked up coins for free as soon as he stepped out of his door. When the other players were grinding hard in order to collect a good piece of equipment, Chen Feng was already garnered with all kinds of god-tier equipment. ......

"Come with me, dear foolish brother, why do you resist?" A man with short white hair says with a vicious smile. "Because you're wrong, because I can't allow you to do what you want to do Big Brother." A sickly man says with a look of determination permeating along his whole being. "That's a mean thing to say, I'm trying to compromise here is tolerance not part of your justice." The man says with a hurt look on his face pleading his case to his brother. "Right now the world is in chaos, meta powers should not be used to further your own self-interest, you're only thinking of gratifying yourself!" The man screams at his older brother, reasoning with one of his own gritting his teeth. A man was watching this interaction with a frown watching the displays of both of their ideals trying to be projected onto one another. "This conversation is going nowhere." A man said while watching the latest episode of MHA. "If I was there I would do it differently." The man chuckled at his own thoughts before a blinding light hit him. "Where am I?" "Purgatory." "Who are you?" "ROB." "Why am I here?" "Cause I'm bored." "Hmmm makes sense." Warning: The MC is very manipulative and uses people for his own gain. He kinda a piece of sh*t so don't get mad at me cause I warned you, I could care less if you read my story or not I do this to be better as a writer.

Arial is a soldier in the Human resistance against the Demonkind. After the destruction of the resistance he was given a chance to undo the past mistake. Join as Arial went back in time and prepare to save his family and the world of humans against the Demons. ************************************** Other synopsis Tales of great heroes that fight dragons and demons, stories of evil monster and cruel men and cunning woman, of great heroes fighting great wars, the stories of their noble life and tragic death stretched across the stars, a thousand, and a thousand more, and a thousand more, glimmers of their battles, of hope and love and their struggles How much stories, how many battles were fought, won or lost ? They call it the Age of Heroes

"My name is Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière. Pentagon of the five elemental power. Heed my summoning... My servant that existed somewhere in this vast universe, my divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call... I wish from the very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!" Actions speak louder than words. However, in rare instances, the words of one individual hold enough power to evanescently echo through the infinite chasms of all Creation. The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. "Bird of Hermes is my name... eating my wings... to make me tame."

When a national athlete of China laughs at the concept of being able to win a gold medal in video gaming, what a pro-gamer like yourself ought to do is take your size-42 shoe and measure it against his pretty face! When parents, relatives, friends, and all the rest of society scoff at pro-gaming and say it’s not a real job… what else can you do but hold true to your passion for the competitive multiplayer scene, and resolutely turn away from their doubts! Have you ever thought that it could actually become an official event during the Olympics, perhaps within the next four years—a game of split-second reactions and seamless teamwork between five-man squads, the ultimate test of reflexes and finesse, in an arena where players compete with all their heart and soul… This is e-sports! Let the champions roar ‘Demacia!’ and rock the world to its foundations!

Naruto/ multiverse fanfic. Your classic tropes of isekai, rebirth, and golden finger. With the twist of not being super op at the start. Heavily researched naruto lore… like a lot..like write a history book a lot, so I’ll try not to info dump too much. *Insert disclaimer about Naruto IP here*[I only have rights to my OC and all that]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"