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)
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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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The greatest of the sea-drakes wakes, curled on his silver throne; but there is no silver. His hoard is stolen. He rises, screaming, and chases the thief to the ends of the world—only to be shot from the sky.
But dragons do not die easy, and never one with such festering hatred. A dungeon core rises from his corpse.
If he intends to survive so near the cove of pirates that slew his past self, he'll need to master his powers—and quickly. For these pirates are dragonslayers; they won't be felled by mere mushrooms or spiders.
Beneath the lawless Calarata, the young dungeon core will have to fight to survive; and one day, he will return death to the man who killed him.
-Her skillset will revolve around her nature as a predator and have a lot to do with hunting prey.
BLURB
She’s a puppy. She’s a girl. And she’s going to evolve.
Waking up one day in a litter of puppies, her human life a fading memory, she quickly falls into the flow of things.
Playing and hunting with her pack, taking naps at all hours of the day, and most importantly, leveling up and evolving!
With five brothers and sisters who all have their own unique powers, a protective Dog Mom and Cerberus Dad with three heads, she was sure nothing could ever go wrong in her new life.
That is, until human hunters show up and attack her family and kidnap her brothers and sisters.
Now she’s by herself in a world that is so much harsher to face alone. But she won’t give up. She’ll continue to level and evolve, and become powerful enough to take revenge on those damned humans and get her family back!
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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.
When the sword awakens, its slept so long that it has forgotten everything but hunger. It is a weapon made to feast on death and blood, and the more bodies that it leaves in its wake, the stronger it gets. Bloodstained Blade is a fantasy gamelit, where the main character is the blade, and not the person wielding it. So, expect the wielder of the blade to die occasionally and be replaced with another man or monster as the Ebon Blade pursues its own goals no matter the cost.
Expect: Upgrades, plot twists, new wielders, numbers to go up, violence, and revenge.
Ashlock wakes in the courtyard of a demonic sect... as a tree. A tree that eats people.
An odd start to a new life. Almost as strange as the humans flying through the skies on flaming swords and challenging the heavens. After all, this is a world where humans could chase the goal of immortality through the art of cultivation.
But Ashlock is merely a sapling in a desolate courtyard, left alone with his thoughts and unable to speak to those passing him by.
Unless he does something about it...
Every day, he grows stronger as he cultivates and uses a suspicious daily sign-in system that grants him powerful skills, mutations, summons, and items, all in exchange for credits earned from eating flesh and watching the seasons pass by.
But his peaceful life and man-eating ways can only go unnoticed for so long. His Qi-rich bark makes him a target for many young masters. If that isn't bad enough, tensions in the demonic sect are at an all-time high with the Beast Tide festers on the horizon.
Ashlock's only option is to grow faster and stronger than any tree has ever done in the history of the nine realms—all while trying to avoid being turned into firewood.
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!
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.
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