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When I was reborn in South Korea, I wanted to live my life in peace. Pass the activation system, unlock the 'Big Brother' career, obtain the invincible system, and embark on the road to power.

[Ding!! Ultimate Cash System Awakened ] [Ding!! Mission: Study for One Hour. Minimum Reward: 1000$] [Ding!! Mission: Greet the campus beauty. Minimum Reward: 600$] Lukas, dying a tragic death regressed back in time; the first thing he did was study hard and get into an Ivy League university. Last time he died like a homeless dog who couldn't even afford food on the street, so he vowed to change that this time around. Lukas still remembers who was behind his demise but decided to make himself wealthy first because he knows revenge is a dish poor people can't afford. With his "Ultimate Cash System," he's going to become ultra-rich and crush those bugs along the way. Additional Tags: #sporty #baseball #WWE #nontr #noyuri #famousprotagonist #handsomeprotagonist #lightcomedy #regression

The world is torn in two—North and South locked in a bitter war that has lasted for centuries. Hatred runs deep, and generations grow up not to dream of peace, but to master the art of battle. Ryon, a young mage from the North, meets a fiery end on the battlefield, consumed by a devastating magical fireball. But death is not the end. Ryon awakens—reborn in the South, a land where men are believed to be extinct. He inhabits the body of another boy named Ryon, cursed and fragile, surrounded by hundreds of fierce and powerful sisters in a matriarchal empire. Before he can adjust, a mysterious system activates, offering him a twisted chance at survival: • Within 7 days, make 3 women your harem wives, or perish. • Help 30 lost virgin souls discover “the D,” or lose more time and power. • Win the heart of the Southern Matriarch, or lose everything. To survive, Ryon must juggle deadly politics, magical duels, and the complicated affections of warrior queens, cursed priestesses, and yandere generals. As he fights to break the curse and rewrite his fate, Ryon’s choices will shape not only his survival, but the future of a world torn apart by war. Will he outwit fate, build a legendary harem, and uncover the truth behind his rebirth? Or will he burn again—this time, heart and soul?

Reborn at the beginning of the 19 century, Felipe witnessed Napoleon's rise and fall and the revolution of South America. Knowing the future, he secured the title of the crown prince of an empire that never existed and a fortune compared to the Rothschilds'. A peaceful and knowledgeable man driven to be a ruthless dictator. He was given a chance to leave a mark on history and will do anything to make that happen now. The story is set in the early 19th century. There will be slaves, and there will be ruthless behaviour and just basically the law of the jungle. For better contact with moi: https://discord.gg/TssBq7D5Vh I started this book to force myself to finish a story. Anyways, you have been warned, not adapted for modern audiences. I will be inconsistent af and try to maintain a chapter length of 1400-1600. Please comment with constructive criticism with paragraph comments. Civil wars, politics, kingdom management, Ruthless MC, Gore, Slavery, Morally Questionable Mc.

Raen Solis has never known comfort—only rejection, debt, and failure. Trapped in a crumbling apartment in the lower districts of Velden, he survives by doing shady game-boosting gigs and digital scraps, praying each day won’t be his last. Then one night, a sudden power surge from his worn-down rig knocks him out cold. When he comes to, a glowing interface hovers before him: [SYSTEM LINKED: SKILL SHOP INTERFACE] Any skill. Any mastery. For a price.

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

> "I died grinding max loot in Cyberpunk 2077. Woke up in Night City with a 15-inch problem, a trillion credits, and a system whispering: 'Seduce them all.' Guess I’m the patch they didn’t see coming."

Anti colonialism; Africa is richly blessed beyond measures, Africa has everything needed to be completely and totally independent, Africa is a nation filled with milk and honey, strength and wisdom, exquisite talents and profoundable beauties,its time to breakout of the chains of colonialism,the time is now,we don't have to wait a little more,we have suffered enough in their curse of colonization,our fathers fought against it and defended their rights and lands but they lost control of their natural resources due to lack of developmental advancement,due to lack of innovative enlightenment, although they had the ideas of what needs to be done,they knew that they had to do more than they're doing,they knew that things could get better and easier,they were working very hard non-stop to achieve that, if they were allowed to live their lives peacefully they could have still developed better than this today.

Two gods emerged from a swirling portal in the vastness of space. One of them, tall and radiant, squinted at the blinding light ahead. “When did this galaxy get two suns?” he asked, bewildered. The other god, more stoic and ancient, stared at the brilliant orb, his face slowly twisting in shock. “That’s not a sun," he replied, his voice tinged with disbelief. "That’s Earth." A young Japanese k-pop male gets betrayed and killed by his boy group and dies. he then finds himself reborn, but something is off he is reborn in Africa. join his adventures uncovering the inside of fictional, traditional Africa with his new friends. They will soon be known as the four monster gods. "as you read pliz note that I the writer am the protagonist not them i can kill them at any time hehe"

This is not the story of a chosen hero. There is no prophecy, no ancient bloodline, no destiny carved in the heavens. There is only a young man who wanted to see the world. Someone who worked hard because there was no other option, who made friends and lost them, who was selfish sometimes and generous when it cost him, He grew up the way most people grow up; slowly and with frequent mistakes.