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Synopsis: After finishing the DxD light novel, a Warhammer 40K fan loses his life and finds himself, without any clear explanation, in the body of an angel banished from paradise by his Heavenly Father. [Ding!!!] [Congratulations, Lord Sanguinius.] [You have been selected to become a member of the dimensional discussion group.] "I'm just a member... not the administrator?" Author's Note: A story born from a whim, but one that can flourish with your support. ## Warning: I do not own any of the works represented here, such as DxD, Warhammer 40k, or others (the cover doesn't belong to me either). This is a harem (small, but still a harem). Author’s note: !!!! Another important piece of information!!! Please, do not read this story if you are unable to distinguish between an Ecchi light novel and religious events or statements related to various sacred scriptures. If that’s not the case for you and you post crap in the comments, I’ll just delete it (this is a fanfic, not a place for religious debates or discussions related to the divine word). Honestly, I didn’t want to include this in the synopsis (it makes me seem like I hate faith when I actually have religious friends), but a VERY intelligent reader managed to persuade me to explain to people the difference between an Ecchi light novel and the precious writings of human history

JOIN ENDLESS DREAMERS: https://discord.gg/rnjUyhK5kF The novel should’ve ended at Chapter 1855. It was a failure. A forgotten story. Just like its author, Me But the world didn’t end. It changed. Now I’m stuck inside the damn thing. The Endless Dream… where dreamers fight, kill, and break just to live another day. Missions? Twisted. Debts? Never-ending. The system? It watches. It judges. It filters everything. I’ve got knowledge of what’s supposed to happen. But nothing plays out the way it should. The future bends. Characters twist. And me? I’m spiraling. Murim? Broken. Demon Realms? Broken. Multiple Realms? Exists. Heaven? Exists. Hell? Broken Surrounded by Seven Deadly Sins, Demon Kings, Butlers, Great God, Archangels, Lucifer, Murim Gods.. I, the sole author of this story will rewrite the dream. This is After the End.

This story was never meant to be remembered. But some names can’t be erased. Some bonds were written before time. I was born into a family of wealth, privilege and power. A family that claimed to love me. Claimed to protect me. But the moment I spoke of the dreams,those strange, vivid dreams of a world bathed in golden light, where the sky stretched endlessly and the people whispered things I couldn’t understand, they called me Sick. Delusional. They said it was for my own good when they locked me away. When they silenced me. When they made me forget who I was. But I remember. Even as time slips through my fingers like sand, even as my memories fray and dissolve, I remember that place. A world that doesn’t exist here. A sky that feels too familiar. A warmth I’ve never known in this life. And a presence,soft and distant,always just out of reach. A name I almost recall. A promise I never meant to break. And when everything else fades,my past, my name, even the shape of my own reflection, what stays with me isn’t anger. It’s knowledge. They were wrong. About me. About what they feared. About what I saw. And I don’t need vengeance. I don’t need their apologies. I need answers. And maybe, if I keep going, I’ll find that place again. Maybe I’ll find her again. And maybe this time, she will remember me too.

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

Isadora was ready for a date. “Working late in a museum hits differently,” she laughed as she slipped on the mysterious Bracelet of Time, hoping to impress—never knowing it would thrust her into a world of magic, royalty, and danger. A world centuries away from her own. In this realm of war and power, Duke Lucien reigns as a cold, undefeated general. He possesses a power so dangerous, it cost him his sight—and nearly his soul. Betrayed by those closest to him, Lucien has become the beast whispered about in every corner of the empire. Known as the Crimson-Eyed Beast, he has never known warmth, nor trusted anything beyond his blade. Until her. Isadora—a woman from a future he cannot comprehend. An outsider with fire in her soul and a heart that refuses to bow to the rules of his world

Summary: Timothy drake had lived once before. In the before, he was a she, she was a simple DC fan, having Surface knowledge about the world of DC comics. A story where heros were real and villains ran around creating chaos? It was an interesting read. She was more interested in the balance of the two worlds. Hero and villain. white and black, the shades of gray the story at times ignore. Now, he is in the story. He was pretty sure fate is laughing at him. Thus, in a desperate attempt to sooth his nerves. he made a simple plan: don’t interact with the heroes nor the villains and everything in between. It was a simple plan in theory, he is wealthy and can live a peaceful life. Maybe, leave the New Jersey altogether the moment he's old enough. But in a place like Gotham, nothing goes as planned.

Lupin, an ordinary man from modern Earth, was obsessed with One Piece. On the night he witnessed the impossible — Big Mom defeated by Law and Kid — his heart gave out in shock and awe. He thought that was the end. But fate wasn’t finished with him. He awakens in a cold, blood-soaked room… in the broken, bullet-riddled body of Donquixote Rosinante — moments after his death at the hands of Doflamingo. The world believes Rosinante is dead. The Marines mourn him in secret. Law has already escaped. And his own brother is one step closer to claiming his throne of terror. But Lupin isn’t Rosinante. Not entirely. A mysterious ability stirs within him: the [Wanted Poster Editing System] — a dangerous, point-based power capable of creating, altering, and distributing wanted posters across the world. Every change costs points: Edit Points (EP) earned by completing daily quests and small system challenges. Creation Points (CP) earned through dangerous, game-changing monthly missions. With enough points, Lupin can forge reputations, manipulate Marine operations, bait pirates, rewrite history, and resurrect forgotten names — or erase powerful enemies from memory. Each altered poster ripples through taverns, bounty boards, Marine HQs, and underworld dens, triggering bounty hunters, government forces, and pirate alliances. The bigger the lie, the higher the price. And in a world where information is power, the right forged poster can be deadlier than any sword. Armed with future knowledge of the One Piece world, buried conspiracies, and the timeline’s inevitable disasters, Lupin-Rosinante must navigate a world that already mourns him — using his system to wage a new kind of war: one fought with ink, rumors, and blood-soaked names. He’ll save those he once failed. He’ll dismantle the Celestial Dragons’ rotten power. And he’ll forge new legends from the shadows. In the age of pirates, a poster can be deadlier than a blade. And Rosinante… is just getting started.

"Some stories are just stories. Others are doorways." In a quiet village beneath the stars, seven kids hear a tale-of a forbidden cave hidden deep in the forest. A place whispered about in bedtime stories. A place no one who enters ever returns from. What begins as a dare turns into destiny as John, Jake, Sally, King, Finn, Aurora, and Harry step into a realm untouched by time-a world of wonder, danger and secrets waiting to awaken.

Isabella never believed in fairy tales-especially not after getting dumped over text. But when a drunken mistake leads to a kiss with a mysterious stranger, she never expects to see him again... until he asks her to be his fake girlfriend. With bills piling up and dreams to chase, she agrees on her terms. The plan? No feelings. No drama. Just business. But as the lines blur and sparks fly, Isabella finds herself questioning what's fake, what's fate-and what's truly worth the risk.

She woke up in an unfamiliar room, her body aching, her memories fragmented. The moment she looked in the mirror, she realized—this wasn’t her face. Once, this body belonged to the precious daughter of the Shen family—an heiress admired by all, engaged to Mo Ziqian, heir of the illustrious Mo family. But the moment her family crumbled into bankruptcy—something he had secretly planned—the engagement was coldly broken off. "You're no longer worthy to stand by my side," Mo Ziqian had said, turning his back without a trace of guilt. As if that betrayal wasn’t enough, the original girl was framed, humiliated, and violated—her pain turned into a scandalous video that spread like wildfire. With no dignity left, she chose to end it all. Just when she stood on the edge of death, Mo Zixuan, the younger brother of her ex-fiancé, reached out his hand. "Trust me. I’ll marry you, I’ll protect you." Desperate and drowning, she clung to that lifeline—only to discover she’d stepped into an even darker abyss. His love was a lie, too. "Even you…" she whispered, tears merging with the sea that swallowed her. But fate had other plans. A new soul awoke in the body—vengeful, cold, and calculating. She wasn’t here to mourn. She was here to make them all pay. "You ruined her. Now, I'll ruin you." But something is wrong. As she begins to seek revenge, memories surface that don’t belong to the original girl. Memories of places she’s never been. Names she’s never heard. Emotions that feel too real to ignore. “Whose life am I really living…? Who am I?” Is she truly just an outsider inhabiting a stranger’s body—or is something far deeper at play? What happens when vengeance awakens something older, darker, and more dangerous? She doesn’t just want justice anymore. She wants answers. And she will burn the world to get them.

Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it "Fuck just leave me alone!!!" Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder. "Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!! The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. "Honey, I'm saving your life~" "I had it under control. Now, let me go!" Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth. "Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~" Jian rue froze. "W-why are you following me! why me.." Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, "Because you are my betrothed,"

After a millennium of strife between the Demonic Cult led by the Heavenly Demon, and the Righteous Faction led by the Heavenly Murim Alliance, something once thought impossible occurred. The newly appointed leader of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly Demon, asked for peace. Now twenty years later, a generation of children on the Central Plains grew up only ever hearing of the bloody battles between the Demonic Cult and the Righteous Faction in scary bedtime stories told by their parents. .... Han Xiao Mo was known for being the good-for-nothing Third Young Master and son of the Heavenly Murim Alliance Leader. Nevertheless, he was content with living his life as carefree as he wanted regardless of what the outside world thinks of him, however, that all changed when his father and older brother suddenly informed him that he was going to get married. But what was worse for him was that his fiancée was the daughter of the Leader of the Demonic Cult, the Heavenly Murim Alliance's enemy! "So what if my marriage is for the greater good of the Central Plains? I still refuse!" Xiao Mo immediately refused to get married, even going on a hunger strike. But under his father and older brother's persistence, he suddenly agreed to the two's surprise. But, unbeknownst to the excited father and son, the youngest of the family was concocting a plot to avoid his marriage for good! However, in the midst of carrying out this grand plan, Xiao Mo stumbled upon an unexpected... bump? "Ah! What the... "This is... "You're actually a...!"

Omegaverse## Kaelith thought his life was over when his machine blinked its last light, his step-sister’s novel still in his hands. Dying while reading a love story: wasn’t that just cruel irony? He never even had the chance to experience love himself. But death wasn’t the end—it was a reset. When Kael opened his eyes, he wasn’t in a hospital or some afterlife. He was inside the world of very book he had just finished, a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas were expected to submit, and vampires lurked in the shadows of power. And him? He was a nobody. A character that wasn’t meant to exist. But worse than that, he was an Omega, born into a prestigious Alpha family that saw his existence as a stain. Hidden from the world by a father who refused to acknowledge him, protected only by a mother’s desperate pleas. Yet, unlike the character in the novel who lived in quiet submission, Kael refused to let this new life be another cage. He wanted to live. To experience everything he never could. So he went to college. He went to parties. He kissed a stranger at a club. That was his first mistake. Because that stranger? Leonhardt. A ruthless Alpha who never cared for Omegas until Kael’s scent shattered his world. Then came Veyron. The Chaos Bringer. A vampire minister who lived for centuries without temptation until Kael’s blood left him intoxicated and craving more. And lastly, Cauis. The sanctuary. A Beta who saw Kael for who he was, but loved him with conditions, and refused to let him go. Kael only wanted to have fun. To finally live. Instead, he found himself at the center of a dangerous game where love, obsession, and power blurred into one. And the scariest part? He didn’t know if he wanted to escape or to fall even deeper. — An Alpha. A Vampire. A Beta. Who would he choose? Would it be Leonhardt, the possessive Alpha who refuses to let him go? Veyron, the enigmatic vampire who tempts him with both danger and pleasure? Or Cauis, the only one who offers him a love with conditions? One heart. Three paths. Which one will he follow? ##Note that it's just the world of the book he entered, so the plot won't follow especially when they are two different characters. He's now a main character in this world, more like writing his own storyline.

My name is Ava Bennett, and I'm terminally ill. Recently, I downloaded a computer game and started helping a virtual boyfriend in it. I spent alot of money buying him food and clothes, killing his enemies, and mentoring him in the ways of magic. I always thought it was just a game, until one day, my virtual boyfriend successfully created a crystal vial filled with magic potion. The next second, the magic potion appeared in my hand… Well… It seems...I'm not going to die anymore?! ......

She doesn’t age, not anymore. She doesn’t sleep. Time bends around her like it’s afraid to touch her. The world shifts as time goes on, memories blur as she continues to walk—but one thing remains sharp... HIS FACE She’s been chasing him for longer than she can remember... across villages, kingdoms, through wars, under false names and forgotten cities. 'No one' remembers what he did (?) but she does. It’s burned into her mind, someone, forced it in, made her remember. She talks to ghosts inside her head. She knows what she’s doing. She’s hunting him. And when she finds him, she’ll do the one thing the universe seems determined to stop her from doing—she’ll make him disappear.

Elara never believed in patterns—until a stranger started showing up at her café every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at exactly 8:07 a.m. Same table. Same tea. Same silence. Rhys Hale doesn’t talk much. But there’s something in the way he watches the rain, something almost... haunted Then one morning, he shows up late. Orders coffee instead of tea. And leaves behind a missing person flyer with a face that looks too much like his own. Elara tells herself to stay away. She’s been safe, hidden in her routine. But some mysteries don’t knock—they drag you in. And this man, with all his quiet storms and hidden scars, might just be the kind of heartbreak she’s been unknowingly waiting for. Because falling for him won’t just break her world—it might shatter everything she thought was true.

Lynette Daelan, an unemployed accounting graduate with both a degree and a master's, has always struggled. Abandoned by her father, who built a new life with his mistress and their privileged daughter, Lynette grew up scraping by in worn-out clothes, while they thrived. After years without contact, she finally sees her father-only to be ignored. Then, tragedy strikes: her mother passes away, and when her father finally shows up, all he offers is a mere $100. It's nowhere near enough to cover her debts, and soon, she's evicted. Forced to seek shelter in her late grandmother's house, she remembers the peculiar basement door-the one rumored to lead to another dimension. Her mother dismissed it as delusions of an old woman, but Lynette is desperate. That night, she decides to open it. And what she finds changes everything. Suddenly, she is no longer the abandoned daughter or the struggling woman grasping for survival. In this new reality, she is an heiress—pampered, adored, and swept into a world of wealth and intrigue. But beneath the glamour, secrets lurk, relationships complicate, and the price of living in this dimension might be higher than she ever imagined.

Every life she lives, she dies for a war she never chose. Cursed by gods, haunted by dreams, and hunted by ancient orders, Lira Elowen starts remembering who she used to be — Aelira Thorne, the most powerful sorceress of a fallen world. Her magic is waking up. So is the man who died for her — over and over again. But love doesn’t come without blood. And some gods don’t want her to remember why...

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.