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Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts’ Contracts

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.
K1ERA · 421.8k Views

Dead Galaxy Chronicles

Dead Galaxy plunges into a sprawling science-fiction future set in 2852. The narrative opens in an era where Earth’s nations, ravaged and exhausted by centuries of devastating wars, were forced to surrender governance to interstellar resource-gathering corporations. This handover established a new galactic frontier defined by institutional corruption, forgotten laws, and deep moral decay. Tiberion Solegard, the head of the technology giant Evoke Systems, took command of the Supreme World Republic (SWR)—a structure founded by these corporations—and maintains absolute control over the galaxy through 12 centralized institutions. His power became unshakeable after he achieved immortality. This extreme consolidation of authority was partly necessitated by widespread colonial uprisings that erupted following the emergence of the Incompatibles. The Incompatibles first arrived in 2438: an advanced alien race that, terrifyingly, could not be processed by the human brain. Any attempt by humans to perceive these invaders often resulted in instant, irreversible blindness or catastrophic loss of consciousness. They were untouchable; no known human weapon could inflict damage. Then, just as suddenly, the Incompatibles vanished, yet the chilling traces and enduring mysteries they left behind never faded. So, what is this story about? Inspector of the Dead Galaxy and Fugitive of the Dead Galaxy The protagonist is Mehmet, an Inspector working for the Bioethical Oversight—one of the SWR's 12 governing bodies. Mehmet is violently jolted awake from a 400-year cryo-sleep due to a minor power grid failure. Because of this catastrophic interruption, Mehmet is afflicted with amnesia; he cannot recall his past, the reason for his slumber, or any crucial details of his life. His institution is barely functional, on the verge of collapse from rampant corruption and bribe-taking. Mehmet’s simple goal is to collect his 400 years of accumulated pay and retire to a peaceful life. However, he is required to complete three final assignments before retirement. As he reluctantly navigates these last duties, Mehmet will find himself tearing through the veneer of the galaxy’s darkest secrets, learning brutal truths about his own past, and struggling to comprehend a universe filled with impenetrable mysteries. Expect From This Saga: A vast, realistic sci-fi universe (featuring intricate institutions, cults, mega-corporations, and political webs) Entertaining side characters Dystopian mysteries A compelling villain R-rated humor and dark comedy A lengthy, multi-part adventure series Warning: This work contains violence, psychological tension, sexual content, and themes that may be disturbing to some readers. It is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.
FailedWriter2 · 81.8k Views

Earth-717: Zola Munroe

There are countless worlds in the vast architecture of existence. Galaxies beyond galaxies. Realities layered atop realities. So many Earths that even I, The Watcher, long ago abandoned names in favor of numbers, if only to keep order in the endless sprawl of possibility. Some Earths rise as empires beneath iron crowns. Some fall to plagues that leave only superheroes shambling as the dead. Some divide themselves into strange absolutes—worlds of only men, worlds of only women, worlds where humanity kneels in chains beneath the rule of beasts. Every universe is different. And yet, among the infinite, there exists a rarer kind of world: a reality that is almost identical to another. I watch those worlds most closely. There is Earth-616—the sacred spine of heroic history, where legends rise as they always have. And then there is Earth-717. A world that is ninety-nine percent the same. The same nations. The same wars. The same heroes. The same tragedies. The same cosmic paths. Only one life diverges. One soul. One storm. One destiny. On this Earth, the child born beneath the priestess bloodline of Kenya, the orphan of Cairo, the weather god of the Serengeti, and the future leader of the X-Men walks the same road as his counterpart in another reality. The same pain. The same choices. The same greatness. But where one world gave rise to Ororo Munroe… This Earth gave the sky a son. His name is Zola Munroe. And it is fascinating how a universe can remain almost unchanged… while a single altered life makes destiny feel entirely new.
boyslove4ever · 6.3k Views

The Crappy Zero-Star Therapist in a Parallel Dimension

Meet the worst therapist on Earth. He drinks cheap whiskey, aggressively insults his patients, and boasts a bulletproof zero-star rating online. He doesn't want to heal you; he just wants your hourly rate so he can pay his rent. But when a routine session with a weeping middle-manager abruptly turns into a telekinetic meltdown, he realizes that he is in a parallel dimension that is basically a psychological hazard zone. Welcome to a world where unresolved trauma literally gives you superpowers. The citizens here are walking, superpowered powder kegs, relying on their fractured "Egos" to cast fire, bend gravity, and level city blocks. The catch? If their mental health deteriorates, they burn out, and become food for interdimensional monsters hungry for negative energy. In a society entirely populated by emotionally unstable, heavily armed psychopaths, a guy who actually understands the DSM-5 is the ultimate mechanic. But our protagonist didn't get a superpower. He got something infinitely better: absolute, soul-crushing apathy. Because he is so fundamentally cynical and completely dead inside, he leaves zero psychological footprint. Psychic detectives can't track him. The trauma-eating monsters think he has the nutritional value of a cardboard box. He is the ultimate anomaly—a ghost in a city of glowing targets. Well, a ghost with one massive headache. Because his transition to this world woke up his subconscious "Alter"—a sickeningly sweet, overly empathetic Beverly Hills life coach who now lives rent-free in his head and refuses to shut up. Stranded in a dystopia where nobody remembers him and a militarized anomaly task force is hunting his shadow, he has only one goal: find a decent cup of coffee and extort these superpowered lunatics for everything they’re worth. Heroes save the world. He just bills it out-of-network.
Roannie_5721 · 13.8k Views

Into the Apocalypse: Saving My Favorite Villain

It is said that a child finds comfort only in their home — their Sanctuary, the only place where they feel safe, loved, and at peace. This is the case for many children, even adults. But unfortunately, It was destined that I would not be one of them. In my own home. Among my family. With the mother who gave birth to me and the siblings who came from the same womb. I have never, not even for one day, felt love or comfort there. My sisters are ashamed of me. My younger brother does not respect me. And my mother? She is the harshest of all. Since I was a child, she has not loved me, cannot stand to see me, and scolds me whenever she does. As I grew up, I became nothing but the family’s disgrace — a moving money box for my mother and my little brother. How many times have I thought about ending my life? How many times have I thought about giving up on this miserable life? People may think I am too dramatic, but — If you have not burned yourself on live coals, how can you feel their heat? No one in this world will ever understand me. But that’s all right. Because I did not give up. Not because I am strong. Not because I am holding on to life. But because of one person. Except this person was not human. Not an animal. Not even a ghost. This person is the final villain in my favorite novel. Years spent following him, reading everything that happened to him. Years spent accompanying him. His existence became my world — my only world. I love him. I adore him. Even if he is not real. Even if he is only a man of paper and ink. I am willing to do anything for him. I would die for him. And then the gods granted me my only wish... Now, I am in his world. And this time, I will save him. Yes, I will do the impossible to save him. I will kill for him and die for him. So, Cassel… This is how madly I love you. How much I am obsessed with you. I am ready to destroy myself and the whole world for you.  ... So, can you look at me?
EratoChronicles · 475.1k Views