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The Dark Lord's Second Chance

[⚠️ Warning: English not my prior language, so if any grammatical and any kind of mistakes are expected. please let me know to correct it if you find any.] They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then... [Discord: https://discord.gg/MYvk4cMUsx]
SomeElfGuy · 19.5k Views

Multiverse Error Simulator: I Entered the Game Before Launch

Zhou Ning never expected death to be the beginning. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself transported into the world of the soon-to-be-launched virtual reality game “Apocalypse.” It was an age of steam and iron. Towering smokestacks choked the sky. Brass gears turned within colossal factories. Steam-powered trains roared across continents, while airships drifted between cities crowned with cathedral spires and crackling lightning towers. Industry ruled. Ambition thrived. Power belonged to those who could seize it. But Zhou Ning wasn’t a player. He wasn’t even a normal NPC. He had been reborn before the official global launch—trapped inside the game world itself—with a fully functional player panel only he could see. And in the corner of that panel, a mysterious function blinked: Time Travel Simulator. Before the first player ever logged in, Zhou Ning had already crossed countless timelines and dimensions. He discussed ideals with George Bernard Shaw. He formed a fateful bond with Dio Brando. He clashed head-on with Thanos on a shattered battlefield. He embraced madness as the Joker and overturned the order of an entire civilization. He seized the supreme throne and watched kingdoms fall beneath his will. Each journey left something behind—power, abilities, knowledge that should not exist in “Apocalypse.” And quietly, beneath the hiss of steam and the turning of gears, he began integrating them into this industrial world. Then the servers opened. When players finally descended into the world, they quickly realized something was terribly wrong. Why was someone fighting in armor that looked exactly like Iron Man’s suit? Since when could warriors unleash something called Conqueror’s Haki? Who summoned a radiant Blue-Eyes White Dragon across the capital skies? Why did Osiris’s Sky Dragon darken the heavens? And what in the world were Devil Fruits doing in this steam-driven empire of brass and gunpowder?! This wasn’t the game from the trailers. It wasn’t the beta version. It wasn’t even the same world. Because before the players arrived— Zhou Ning had already rewritten the game.
Dokin · 3.5k Views

They Rejected Me—Now the Heirs Won’t Let Me Go

Story Synopsis Born into one of the four most powerful families in the country, Yanxi is raised as an unspoken promise—a future bride meant to bind dynasties, stabilize alliances, and preserve inherited power. Alongside her grow three boys, heirs to the other ruling families, and the world assumes that love, loyalty, and marriage will eventually fall into place. Until Yanxi overhears the truth. To the three men she trusted most, she is not desire, not choice, not love—but obligation. A role assigned by parents. A responsibility to be endured. Their words are casual, cruel, and final. Yanxi leaves without confrontation, without explanation, and without looking back. What begins as escape becomes transformation. Outside the protective cage of privilege, Yanxi rebuilds herself not through rebellion, but through mastery—of systems, strategy, and power that does not rely on ownership or permission. Years later, she returns changed: no longer a sheltered heiress, but a composed, autonomous force whose quiet decisions begin to reshape the very structures that once sought to confine her. Her reappearance unsettles everything. The three heirs pursue her—not out of simple regret, but out of panic, rivalry, and threatened authority. Yet Yanxi no longer exists within the rules they understand. She does not seek validation, revenge, or romance. She refuses to be chosen, controlled, or framed as a prize. As her influence grows, institutions attempt to absorb her, critics attempt to undermine her, and allies attempt to define her. Visibility becomes both power and pressure. Praise tempts performance. Opposition tempts retreat. Yanxi must navigate a world that now watches her closely—testing not only her competence, but her legitimacy. At its core, this is not a love story about choosing the right man. It is a story about refusing to be an option at all. Through psychological tension, elite power struggles, and slow-burn transformation, the narrative explores what happens when a woman stops reacting to the system—and instead quietly redesigns it from within. Yanxi does not overthrow the old order. She outgrows it. And in doing so, becomes the standard by which power itself must now be measured.
Bosscharisma · 36.7k Views