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Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together!

In the post-apocalyptic era, amidst the wasteland and chaos, the great path reaches the heavens. Mad Outer Gods, uncontrollable cursed cultivation methods, extraordinary martial artists facing ominous old age... Above the starry sky, deities circle, and below, ghosts roam at night! In this doomsday scenario, Xu Shu carries the "Primordial Scroll" and transmigrates. Through a simulation game, he achieves one exclusive accomplishment after another, seeking a sliver of hope for survival. The ten-day apocalypse, the Dragon King returns, resurrects his lover, and saves the world; With a passionate and generous heart, he fights and conquers while carrying the burden of a grieving father whose child was stillborn... As more and more accomplishments are achieved, he gradually lets himself go within the simulation game. Until... A true disciple of the Female Void Palace is pregnant overnight, announcing an emergency lockdown; The long-extinct master of the White Jade Capital rises from the grave, destroys enemies with a wave and proves his Dao as a Great Emperor; A shepherd boy arrives at the gates of the Holy Temple, claiming to be Ye Su; Moreover, a young man riding a cow attains enlightenment, leaving Hangu Pass and preaching with a scroll: - The human race must strengthen itself. You may admire me, but there's no need to worship me; - Together, we punish those who claim to be gods! ... Dreams reflect reality, and more and more people begin to spread his name and words across the land. Only then does Xu Shu realize that the life he simulated has far-reaching effects, like a butterfly flapping its wings! And those rampant Outer Gods finally recall the fear that once dominated them... He dies thousands of times on the path to ascension, and another night passes in the Primordial Scroll. Suddenly looking back, he has shattered both heaven and earth. "I, Xu Shu, am a crude person. My apologies, fairy!" ---
Roll it again tomorrow · 453.1k Views

Doomsday Beauty: Monsters Descended After My Plastic Surgery

[Warning: Mature Content] Tags: Regression, Beastmen, Beauty, Monsters, Futuristic Doomsday, Storage Space In every era—be it an ancient dynasty or a modern nation—the collapse of the world has often been blamed on beauty. A single smile that toppled a city. A single face that ruined a kingdom. All hastened by a hero's obsession. But what if— What if, for some absurd and ill-fated reason, the end of the entire world began right after a girl’s plastic surgery? The 31st century. An era of advanced civilization and cutting-edge technology. Who could have imagined that such a future would be swallowed overnight by something wild, savage, and primitive? Seo Hyejin had lived what most would call a perfect life. She came from a powerful family. She possessed a naturally beautiful face. Someone so dazzling that people once crowned her the Nation’s Crush. And yet, the reason she chose to alter her face—to carve it, refine it, and replace what heaven had given her with something artificial— Was not vanity. Nor insecurity. It was a reason no one would ever think of. As if it was a curse she quickly wanted to get rid after regressing. Say, the world will rot and end by tomorrow. How could a sane person take care of appearances instead of stocking supplies? "Seo Yoojin... Do you also think your sister is crazy?" SY: ... Hmm. Good. *Thumbs up* (My future wife can't be bullied but fighting Noona also means courting death. At worst, I'll have to give up marriage to take of a tiger and dedicate my youth peeling shrimps. Ha... The youngest's life is woeful.)
SauceisGood · 21.8k Views

Bound To Three Mates, Desired By My Gay Professor (BL X Straight)

I ran from the Black Moon Pack for years. I thought I could hide from fate. I was wrong. The Moon Goddess bound me to the triplets of the pack, Ronan, Kael, and Lys. Three ruthless Alpha children, and I was the human girl foolish enough to run from them. Ronan shoved me against the wall, his growl vibrating through my bones. “You think you can run from us?” Kael’s hand slipped under my dress, fingers sliding into my wet heat as if proving I already belonged to them. And Lys, he claimed my mouth in a kiss so deep I forgot why I had ever resisted. They didn’t just want me. They wanted to remind me I was theirs, and they'd punish me for starving them. But the Moon Goddess didn’t only show me passion—she showed me destruction. The hollow crescent academy in flames. Blood soaking the soil. Death waiting for everyone I cared about. No one told me to stop it, yet I know I must. I thought running away would solve everything, but I was caught. Now, I should focus on saving the world. On surviving my three savage mates. But then there’s him. Professor Daren. He corners me after class, his lips hot on my ear. “I have three mates already,” I whisper, shivering as his hand toys with the lace of my panties. “They know about this,” he breathes, sliding a finger beneath. “And they can’t take you the way I will.” ****** Hi good day readers. Please when reading, I hope you can picture yourself in a setting like the "Wednesday series " Thank you.
Nera72_ · 14.6k Views

Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore 1

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic If you want to support me please go in my ko-fi.com/taro13755. It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker. Wilder. No longer red. I used to be soft. Gentle. Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open. And I let them. Because they fed me love. They crowned me with lust. And now power is breaking everything that held me still. This isn’t a romance. It’s a hunger. A reckoning. A memory that never died — even when I did. Ten butterflies or more. Ten lovers or more. Ten or more reasons I’m becoming something else entirely. And I am the bloom. The chalice. The girl at the center of the storm, still moaning for more. Please be nice to me — I write this for fun and just go with whatever comes to mind. I’m not a professional writer, and I’m not planning to be. I just enjoy writing, especially slow pacing and dragging things out. Sometimes I confuse the reader by not explaining whether it’s the past, present, or current timeline. So, read at your own risk! If you want to continue supporting me please go at ko-fi.com/taro13755.
Faithzero · 20.5k Views

The Destructive Adventures of the Lovers

After being torn from the only life she knew, 16-year-old Margo is forced into a new home with strangers who call themselves her parents. Haunted by memories of her past and consumed by feelings of isolation, she struggles to adapt to her unfamiliar surroundings. School offers little relief—until she meets Gabriel, a mysterious boy who appears just when she needs a friend the most. Gabriel is everything Margo needs: kind, attentive, and always ready to whisk her away from her troubles. Each night, he invites her to secret places—an abandoned playground, a fog-choked garden, a crumbling train station at the edge of town—each more unsettling than the last. Yet with every chilling rendezvous, Margo feels more alive... more seen. But something isn’t right. Gabriel never comes to school during the day. Her adoptive parents never see him. And when they catch her talking to thin air, their concern deepens into fear. They say Gabriel isn't real—that he’s a figment of her imagination. Margo wants to believe them, but Gabriel feels real. More real than anything else in her life. As the nights grow colder and more twisted, Gabriel’s true nature begins to surface. Shadows move where they shouldn’t. Time warps in his presence. And the places they visit seem to echo with whispers from another world. Margo is forced to ask herself: Who—or what—is Gabriel? Why does he only want her? And what will happen on the final night he asks her to come with him? As the line between reality and delusion begins to crumble, Margo must make an impossible choice: stay in a world where she feels loved, or return to one that barely feels real. But one thing is certain—some friendships never let go.
ArborUniverse · 68k Views