Some seek power. Some seek justice. Others seek to root out the filth lurking in the darkest of corners.
Spot was summoned from his comfortable charging pad and familiar floors to a world of magic and intrigue. After the flight of his new patrons, he is left to care for a filthy castle. During his quest to keep this new home clean, he will face demons, foreign armies, and the dreaded stairs.
All those who stand before him will be swept away. Those who follow his spotless trail will find enlightenment, purity, and a world on its knees.
Follow this wholesome vacuum on his quest to power.
Balthazar was just a random giant crab enjoying his life in a fantasy world full of bothersome human adventurers, but then he had to go and accidentally discover the secret of attributes and levels. And also pie. With baked goods and coin as his new life goals, he turns to the competitive business of trading the random junk adventurers loot every day.
Follow Balthazar as he does everything to find a baker... except leave his pond, because exploring the dangerous world out there is for suckers. Witness how adventurers just can't seem to stop dying around his home. And cheer for a crab who makes great new friends by simply buying them.
Book 3 is out now, with new chapters fresh off the bakery!
What to expect from this story: - No harems, not unless they're a harem of gold coins. - Silliness, lots of it. The story doesn't take itself too seriously, so you shouldn't either. - The only kind of OP here is how "overpriced" the crab's deals are. - A system simple enough for a crab to use, but still conveniently complex when necessary, for some odd reason. - Proper realistic adventurers: they're not very bright, and they make very poor decisions. - Did I mention there will be pastries?
[A failed Participant in the January 2023 Community Contest: I forgot to fill the form]
The world ended. Bam! The Apocalypse opened the gates of Hell, demons killed everyone. Including me. But I got a second chance of life. Though it was as an apple. Which was eaten by a starving survivor, not that I fault them. But to toss my half-eaten core into a landfill?
To add insult to injury, an earthquake brought the landfill and everything in it a mile underneath the earth. I guess I'm not in uncharted waters, because good luck finding any nearby.
Not that it would matter. I am pretty sure the apple I was reincarnated as was a GMO hybrid whose potential to germinate was as stunted as the empathy of a corporation CEO. So there's that. Also, no sunlight.
By a stroke of fate, a stone gains sentience and sets out on a grand quest to touch grass.
However, the system forgot to change its stats from their [Metric] values to the appropriate [Str, Int, Dex] values.
Things escalate. Fast.
Features: - Cultivation - Jade Beauties - Numbers go up (Ridiculously up. All of them) - Most balanced protagonist of all time (is round, so is balanced)
Thank you Sininenblue for making this cool cover for me! You a legend.
Previously titled DMG=MA
This story is currently only available on Royalroad.com, scribblehub and on my patreon. Any other versions are stolen and an infringement on my copyright. The first chapter was posted here in January 2023.
In the distant past, a time of magic and swordplay, there lived Harold, the mightiest lich of all, a master of arcane sciences, and a challenger of gods. After reaching the pinnacle of his power and finding it surprisingly bland, Harold waged a cataclysmic war against the gods, aiming to shatter the very system that confined him.
Then, he took a nap.
An incredibly long nap that ends with a jolt, thanks to an unwitting adventurer who trips into Harold's crypt. Blinking into the torchlight, Harold finds a world he barely recognizes. No more swords and sorcery, but a universe buzzing with cultivation, celestial sects, and far too many pretentious dialogues about the path to godhood.
Harold is no naïve cultivator, he's an ancient lich with a single ambition: to slide back into his uninterrupted eternal slumber. But the cacophony of quarreling sects and smug martial artists seems determined to keep him awake.
Undeterred, the sleep-deprived overlord is ready to confront this brave new world. After all, no aspiring deity, no grandiose sect, and certainly no self-righteous martial artist is going to rob him of his beauty sleep.
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It's all fun and games until someone gets hit by a truck. Then, it's an isekai LitRPG.
Zane is a young man with the Chef class, questionable morals, and a rapidly increasing collection of pet spirit beasts. Pinky is a kitsune trying to find her fortune and have some fun along the way.
Using nothing but the power of friendship, murderous pets, and overpowered techniques, they must climb the divine mountain to claim their reward, or die trying.
Too bad they've managed to piss off a powerful group of cultivators. Apparently the sect elders don't like it when you turn their disciples into pet food.
Can Zane and Pinky hide from those who seek to do them harm? Will they reach the top of the mountain? Is their restaurant secretly a mimic? Read today and find out!
Dying and being reborn in a fantasy world as a hero destined to kill the Demon King to prevent a great war is some people's greatest dream. Others, however, may prefer to sit around, relax, take a few naps, and ignore the impending doom. And hey, if such a 'hero' gets reborn as a cat, what's gonna stop them from doing all that? Finding a warm home filled with food, gossip, and comfort sounds a whole lot easier than putting in the work to stop a war.
Updating weekly, allegedly. Constructive criticism is appreciated as this is my first story!
Toad Town is a dark-comedy parody of the Dungeon Core / CoreLit genre of stories, and follows a similar progression system, yet is distinct from typical CoreLit, as, rather than being a dungeon aimed at killing adventurers to grow, Toad and his town develops through reaching construction milestones and such. This unintentionally leads to far more deaths than your average Dungeon... the majority of these deaths are from his own minions though...
Follow along as a witless Toad and his overworked-and-frustrated Guiding Fairy try to make sense of a completely new type of Core in a world rife with Dungeon Cores. Read as they battle a Honking Menace and their very own System, all to achieve the evolutions of Toad's Settlement Core.
Along the journey, you will ask such questions as "Why am I reading this? This is really dumb..." and make comments like, "Perhaps this is God's judgement for the transgressions of mankind..."
Toad Town will aim towards the goal of being so absurdly moronic that it defies even such adjectives.
WARNING: as you follow the 'plot', you may experience repeated contractions of your diaphragm or the exhalation of air through your nostrils. Anything can happen with a concept this astronomically dumb.
New chapter every Wednesday.
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(I was not forced to write this following paragraph at gunpoint)
Jack is a very handsome and intelligent beast of a man, who is beloved by fair maidens the world over for his exquisite mastery of the smut genre of writing. His stories are a deep-dive into the true depravity one person can realistically commit themselves to writing, while retaining their sanity. I endorse his content greatly, especially the fantasy hypogamy.
Sable didn’t know what she had expected from the afterlife, but turning into a giant flying lizard hadn’t been it.
And sure, she’s been thrust into a magic-crammed fantasy world with an obscenely powerful body, but things aren’t all great, here. There’s hordes of orcs to the north, an immortal legion of undead to the south, and fourteen human kingdoms who want the first dragon in centuries to be offed sooner than yesterday—except they’re too busy warring with each other to spare the resources.
Good for her?
And what’s up with the [Levels], [Classes], and [Skills] stuff? Specifically, her [Hoard] and [Notoriety] stats. She gets stronger the more gold she has? The more people are terrified of her? No wonder the human kingdoms want her head on a spike, with motivations like those. Dragons in the past must have been seriously unsavory sorts. Maybe she can find less … evil … ways to progress?
What are the odds taxes and propaganda can get her where she needs to be? Protection in exchange for tithes, and campaigns to make her seem scarier than she is?
That would make her a politician, wouldn’t it? A giant flying lizard politician.
What a headache.
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