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DAWN OF LEGEND:RISE OF AN EXTRA

“Everyone is a protagonist of their own story and hero of their own struggles.” ............................. It all began with a nightmare….. A nightmare where corpses were strewn across the vast land and blood flowed like a river all around. Roy, a normal 20-year-old college student filled with hope and aspirations, found his world breaking apart, just a day after he had a terrible nightmare. The very next day, Roy died in an unfortunate train accident and reopened his eyes in the world of the modern fantasy book he had read. Dawn Of Legend. A world filled with myths, legends, and dangers lurking all around. Behind the beautiful world filled with opportunities lies a grim prospect of destruction threatening the stability and peace of the current generation. And in such a world, he woke up in the body of an extra called Lucas whose existence seemed to be quite negligible as there was no mention of a character named Lucas. He did not know whether this man even survived the first arc or did he even reach the academy safely. Since most of the details are omitted, it would not surprise him if this man had died somewhere in the beginning or middle of the plot. Finding himself in the world of the novel, countless questions came to his mind. Is this transmigration just a mere coincidence, or are there any external factors involved in it? Does the world have some plans for him, or is he some kind of pawn who could be disposed of, when he becomes worthless? And the most important thing, will the future events follow as mentioned in the novel? Can a mere rabbit survive in a den filled with wolves? Roy, who had read countless novels, knew better than anyone else that there would surely be some sort of butterfly effort that might change the plot, and the world which needs to be saved by the protagonist might be destroyed due to a change in plot. No… No….Let's think about unpleasant things later. As long as I can survive and gain a stable footing, I can work out something. Roy, who was now Lucas, decided to give his all to survive in this harsh world and get stronger so that he would not get swept away by the adversaries that the world was going to face in the future. With fierce tenacity and grit to live, Lucas strides ahead, trying his best to avoid the bleak prospect of the world ending and along the journey, searching for the secrets behind his transmigration, if there are any.
Thomas_Wilson01 · 674 Views

Probability ControI System

(Author & Translator Credits Included) Title: Probability Control System Original Title: 概率控制系统 (by 道存我心) Refined by: Cryzo_Sage -filtering raw scans into binge- worthy English! Lin Yu’s life was a mess of takeout boxes and unpaid rent-until he accidentally broke reality. Now, armed with the Probability Control System, he can turn "impossible" into "trivial": stop rainstorms, dodge death, or win billions… as long as the universe doesn’t strike back. Plot Summary: When a cosmic glitch installs the Probability Control System into Lin Yu’s brain, he gains a godlike power: tweak the odds of anything. But reality isn’t a video game-every edit spawns chaos. Time-looped assassins, rogue AI overlords, and alternate selves who want him dead become his new normal. As Lin Yu juggles godhood and his crippling laziness, the system whispers a darker truth: it wants him to break existence. Now, he must outsmart dimensions glitching at his touch, resist the system’s corrosive influence, and somehow keep his favorite ramen shop from vanishing into paradox. Themes: Power vs. Identity: Can a guy who forgets to do laundry stay human while wielding omnipotence? Chaos Theory Gone Wrong: Every “small edit” avalanches into apocalypse. Who’s the Tool? The system helps, hunts, and haunts him-but who’s really in control? Why Read? ✔️ Relatable MC: A lazy underdog who’d rather nap than save the multiverse. ✔️ Unpredictable Chaos: Probability-warping = infinite “WTF?!” moments. ✔️ Humor & Heart: From goofy mishaps to existential gut-punches. Author & Translator Notes: Original Author: 道存我心 (crafts mind-bending Chinese webnovels) Translator: Cryzo_Sage (bridging language gaps with clarity and flair!) Final Line: “Host, you’ve cracked the code of reality. Now, survive what comes next.” Chapter 1 Preview Addendum: “Wait, you’re saying I can stop the rain?” Lin Yu grinned. [Probability Adjusted: 21.65% → 100%] The downpour ceased. His balcony dried. Then the sky cracked open-and something stared back. Translator’s Note: Yes, that “something” ruins everything. Buckle up. Tags: #ProbabilityControl #Multiverse #SystemNovel #Translated #ChaosComedy #ReluctantGod #TimeLoops #AI #ExistentialCrisis #Bingeable SEO & App Optimization: Transparency: Clearly credits original author while marketing your translation expertise. Dual Appeal: Targets fans of Chinese webnovels and English-speaking system/genre fans. Positions you as a “curator” of hidden gems for global readers. Why This Works: ✅ Trust-Building: Credits original creator upfront, avoiding “stolen translation” optics. ✅ Visibility: Uses tags like #Translated to attract both language-specific and general readers. ✅ Clarity: Balances culturally specific terms (e.g., "system novel") with universal hooks. Need adjustments? I can refine tone, pacing, or cultural/localization references! Example: Add a playful “Translator’s Corner” section at chapter ends to explain puns/cultural nuances.
Cryzo_Sage · 2.8k Views

My SuperVillain System: Building Legion of SSS-Ranked SuperHeroines

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...” Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp. You boys love your villain stories, don’t you? You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy. But you? You don’t want to lift a damn finger. You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed. You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible. You’re not fans of villains. You’re fetishists. You want the violence, but not the silence after it. You want domination, but not the burden of being hated. You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it. You don’t read these stories to understand evil. You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way. “Villains don’t play fair.” Exactly. That’s why you love them. Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t. You don’t want a villain’s life. You want his results. You want to watch him burn the world for a woman. But you’d cry if a girl left you on read. So tell me— What exactly are you rooting for? At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs. You know the type. Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead. She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job. But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched. Her cape drops before her guard does. But I don't need to tear it off. She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie. You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy? Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended? That's not conquest. That’s devotion, baby. Unfiltered. Undeniable. And the irony? They fall the hardest. Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath. But I do. I whisper into the cracks of their perfection. I plant kisses where they hide their pain. I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength. And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission— That’s when I rise. I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption. I’m not a villain. I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.
Idiocrat · 84k Views