The Rightful Queen

My name is Shay. Just Shay. Every morning at five, I kick off my day like anyone else—cereal, eggs, or toast. Then comes the routine brushing session where I make it a point to avoid eye contact with the damn bogey in the mirror. Typical, right? I’ve got a roommate—a werewolf. We’re best friends and classmates, tackling school like it’s any normal day. After classes, I head to my job as a bartender at a nearby pub. It’s a cozy spot, where apart from your regular humans, other creatures also get together for a drink. Yep, vampires and shapeshifters have their pint nights too. Aside from these quirks, my life was relatively normal — until everything turned upside down. The peacefulness of the night seems to be over, the Fifth King is preparing for war — perhaps for world domination —, and common sense has evaporated somewhere along the way. Life was pretty standard, aside from the supernatural quirks, until it wasn’t. The peace of the night shattered, the Fifth King is gearing up for war—or maybe world domination—and somewhere along the way, logic took a vacation. Now, here I am, smack in the middle of this glorious mess, trying to figure out how I went from a normal guy to being tangled in what feels like the prelude to a world-ending saga.

[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!] [Ding! You get 1 Dirt Block!] Bob the builder! Oop sorry cannot anger the copyright God on summary alone. Ben is a great uncle…. Yes he was living a poor photographer for daily news paper named…. Okay this gonna make the God angry, let’s try again. Ben is your average construction worker, one day he suddenly find himself surrounded by darkness. He was confused how he found himself in here, but a system screen appear in his eyes. [Congratulations you have been choosen as a Crafter] [You get 1 Blockify PickaAxe] [You get 1 crude dimensional pocket] ____________ If you like kingdom building novel, i will suggest Re: Blood and Iron, the mech touch,

Liora had everything, silk gowns softer than clouds, and eleven royal brothers who treated her like a jewel. Her days were filled with naps and banquets, her biggest worry being whether sapphire blue matched better with her crown than royal gold. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. One night, she fell asleep in her warm bed with wine in her hand. The next, she woke up in a nightmare. A world ravaged by zombies. Smoke and ash filled the air. The ground was stained with blood. Her palace? Gone. Her servants? Gone. Her status? Worthless. The only thing that remained? Her will to survive. With no training, no supplies, and no clue how to swing a weapon, she was thrown straight into the depths of hell, until a cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind. [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] It sounded powerful, promising... until she learned the truth. She had no abilities, no resources, and a system that cared more about giving her impossible missions and drowning her in cosmic debt than helping her stay alive. While others awakened fire or telekinesis, she was stuck dodging Level 2 zombies with nothing but her fists and pure desperation. Every fight was a gamble. Every step forward cost blood, sweat, or worse—sanity. Yet she rose. She built her own base from scratch. Controlled supplies. Built a black market network in the ruins. People started to follow her, fear her, and even rely on her. And then he showed up. The aloof, deadly awakened one who never cared for others—until her. With piercing eyes and unmatched power, he could destroy armies. But when he tried to get close, to protect her, to understand her, Liora was too busy reinforcing her walls and negotiating food rations to entertain his brooding charm. He said he wanted to fight beside her. She said, "Unless you're here to dig trenches or clear zombies, move aside." He brought her rare supplies—medicine, clean water, even a working generator. She didn’t blink. "Bribing me with electricity? Cute. Now get in line with the others if you want shelter." Because in this world, there was no room for love when survival was still uncertain. But love, like the undead, is persistent. Trigger Warning: Violence, Gore, System Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Romantic Tension.

The World of Relisquae had long see a the great kingdom of Volantis. Whoever found the kingdom would meet the princess, and be granted one wish. Thus, a group of adventurers join together to find this mysterious kingdom as well as fight a great evil.

What happens when a 20-year-old ordinary young man transmigrates into America with a daily sign-in system. The one that gives rewards from most insignificant things to priceless things like shares of top companies, talents, future news etc... Follow how this young man slowly but step by step conquers the...... “Maate! Wait, stop, stop, time out, time out. Where did all this conquering come from? My goal is to live a leisurely and carefree life. Why should I do the thankless job of conquering the world? Shouldn't I spend that time flirting around with beauties or trying new foods and cultures? “ ???? “In my last life, I died as a single dog, and in this life, I finally became a rich 2nd generation and got a system, shouldn't I enjoy it? “ Shut up! Stop him, and make him shut up! ahem… so, where we were… Yes! But can he truly achieve his dream of a carefree life amidst the treacherous world of business with high-stakes investment and the dazzling entertainment industry? Witness his rise to legendary status, as he becomes a godfather of investment and a titan of entertainment. He only wanted a carefree life, but how did he end up as the most powerful and richest man in the world? Author's Note: I don't know ultimately what type of novel it will be. But it will have Action, Adventure, Humor, Slice of life. It will be kinda wish-fulfillment (Of course, readers) type novel with a logical, step-by-step progression. Every event and reward follow a realistic flow, set in an alternate Earth free from racism, nationalism, gods, or aliens. No over-the-top cheats—just strategy, ambition, and the power of the right decisions.

[Mature Content:] Alaric was too close to Nicolette. Her mouth was just inches away from his. He could smell the lavender on her skin, the heat radiating from within her. But he held back, refusing to be carried away by her charm… “Mr. Allens…” she purred, and he looked down at her. Her eyes widened with desire, and he knew, in that moment, that if he wanted to kiss her, she would let him. The last thing he wanted was commitment. He knew that Nicolette didn’t want that either. But why was she this tempting? So willing? It was that willingness that confused him. She blinked, then swallowed as she pulled the jacket off her shoulders. His eyes lingered on her exposed neck. God. He just wanted to bury his mouth in that hollow spot. “Here,” Nicolette said calmly, extending the jacket to him. He took the jacket, his hand brushing hers just a second. She flinched, her face turning pink as she clutched the towel against her chest. His stomach flipped at the sight. If only that towel would give way to… Before he could stop himself, Alaric pressed his arousal against her stomach, pushing her against the wall, cornering her. She gasped at the sudden movement and for a moment, he lost his mind. “Cole…” he breathed, crushing himself against her. Her eyes gleamed with desire and a vulnerability that rocked him to his core. He would be foolish not to give in to this feeling. But he would also be a fool if he did. She had chosen to marry him. Not her boyfriend. And definitely not Lucian Crawford. Yet, he couldn't help it. She was only his for a year. But still… *************** When her business and the gallery she inherited from her mother burn to the ground, Nicolette Voss is determined to rebuild—and get revenge on her father. She turned to her father’s rival, Alaric Allens, for an alliance. Alaric is willing to help, but on one condition—she must be his wife for a year. They called him Ruthless Alaric after an infamous incident 6 years ago. Alaric is back in town, and so are the crumbs of his past. But he is determined to change everything with a wife. He has his hidden agenda. She needs her revenge. But will this marriage between storm and steel survive the heat? And what will they do when deep secrets threatens to destroy them both?

Matthew, a 25-year-old otaku, never imagined his obsession with fantasy worlds would turn into reality—until a fatal gas leak ended his life and transported him to another world. But this wasn’t the second chance he hoped for. Born as the illegitimate son of an affair, his very existence was a stain on his family’s honor, and his father relentlessly sought to kill him. Yet Matthew, now Claude, survived, again and again, driven by an unyielding will to live. Until one day he discovered his power darkness. Feared and reviled in this world, dark mages were hunted and burned alive. Knowing his gift could become his downfall, he trained in secret under Theo, his true father. When he turned sixteen, he, his mother, Dalia, and Theo planned their escape from the small town. But their attempt was thwarted by knights and clerics from the Promised Land. Though he narrowly escaped with his life, the cost was high—his family’s safety shattered. Wounded and desperate, Matthew fled to the fabled Elysian Plains, the last hope for those like him. However, just as they neared Elysium, Claude was struck down by the Saint—killed in an instant. Yet, against all odds, he lived again. The voice of the man before him confirmed it. “You are the descendant of the Lord of Calamity. I grant you this kingdom and the power to crush all who stand in your way.” The man’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “Write your own bloody history, Claude. Until we meet again, I expect you to have conquered this world.” And with that, Claude awakened to a power beyond his imagination—the legendary system he had longed for. Yet, as he soon realized, it was no system at all. [Oh? So you expect me to be like the ones in your memories?] [A system that grants you quests and guides your hand?] [Very well.] [Welcome to the Elysium of Darkness System, Lord of Calamity.] A series of commands etched themselves into his mind, each word dripping with ominous purpose. [Your first quest has been issued.] [Increase the number of dwellers in Elysium using your seed and blood. Spread your legacy by making demons and witches bear your children.]

Synopsis: Chen Junting was just an ordinary boy from a small village in this vast Douluo world,he never expecting his fate to change so drastically,when he awakened a Martial Soul unseen for ten thousand years The legendary Seven Killing Sword—his journey toward greatness began. From humble beginnings to the pinnacle of humanity, he defies the limits of mortals, forging a path to slay gods with nothing but his own strength. By pioneering the fusion of arrays, formations, and soul guidance with the forces of nature, he achieves the ultimate unity of Man, Nature, and Technology. Witness Chen Junting’s rise—from an unknown nobody to a living miracle, from insignificance to a being who transcends all! --- this is just translation,the ownership of this novel belongs to respective author, I have no ownership at all [Based on Soul Land 2] [Genius Flow] [No System] [Slight Romance] [No Dog licking]

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, organizations, events, and settings portrayed in this story are entirely fictional and the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events—living, dead, or forgotten—is purely coincidental. _______________________________________________________________________ In an ancient world where the skies bleed and the forests breathe rot, Kuro Yamihana walks alone. Born into a forgotten branch of Yamihana clan, he's not a prodigy, not blessed, and certainly not chosen. But when the corrupted crawl out from the dark, no one else steps forward. Armed with only grim instinct and a peculiar grimoire that speaks more like a curse than a guide, Kuro survives. Not through power — but through pain, endurance, and a sharp blade honed by grief. In a land where nothing stays dead and even the air feels cursed, survival is the only rebellion. He was never meant to matter. But the veil is thinning — and it's starting to whisper his name.

That night, when a Kryptonian spaceship carrying a baby crashed on Mike Kent’s farm, and when he decided to adopt the child, the golden finger of his transmigration was activated. From that moment, he understood that his life was about to change. Superman Clark Kent, Professor X Charles Kent, Magneto Erik Kent… When he became the father of these individuals, the strongest family in history was born! ****** Support me and be 20 chapters ahead of webnovel: patreon.com/Draco_ Translation!