Weycorus Fantasy Action Adventure Harem Martial Arts Slice of Life
A story about a man who was never able to live life to the fullest, troubled by his useless pride and uncompromising principles. But he never regretted it, he refuses to ever be assimilated, to change for society, to be molded by a culture created predecessors he never knew.
When the man was supposed to of died, a higher being gave him another opportunity at life in another world. A chance to be able to live again and live life to the fullest, unrestricted by the morals and ethics of his previous world. How will this man live his new life?
This is an isekai story like many others that have been told before.
TLDR: Cliche Isekai story
This is the first story I ever made/wrote, I decided to try it out in the spur of the moment.
I'm hoping to have fun with this, don't expect anything of quality in my writing. This story will be more of a wish-fulfillment so do not expect any intricate storyline and plot twist as I'm basically just chilling and writing w/e I'm in the mood to.
Tags: R-18+, Dungeons, Slave Harem, Slice of Life, LitRPG, Male Lead, Selfish/Possessive Lead, Magic, Isekai.
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1. Prologue
2. Chapter 1 - First Contact
3. Chapter 2 - First Lesson
4. Chapter 3 - Adventurer
5. Chapter 4 - Combat
6. Chapter 5 - Steady Growth
7. Chapter 6 - The Difference between Fortune and Misfortune...
8. Chapter 7 - ...Is But a Thin Line
9. Chapter 8 - Gifts
10. Chapter 9 - Slave
11. Chapter 10 - Night
12. Chapter 11 - Teamwork
13. Chapter 12 - Incident
14. Chapter 13 - Aftermath
15. Chapter 14 - Break
16. Chapter 15 - New Home
17. Chapter 16 - Qualification
18. Chapter 17 - Kou
19. Chapter 18 - Before the Tournament
20. Chapter 19 - Iron Badge Tournament
21. Chapter 20 - Little Merchant Warrior
22. Chapter 21 - Lesson
23. Chapter 22 - Vigor Magic
24. Chapter 23 - Guild Store
25. Chapter 24 - Slave Auction Part 1
26. Chapter 25 - Slave Auction Part 2
27. Chapter 26 - Slave Auction Part 3
28. Chapter 27 - And Then There were Three
Luck Lockyer
Luck Lockyer was the type of man to smirk in the dark, the expression not for anyone but himself. One of perpetual amusement. The bright side of things were hard to find in the shade yet his amber eyes were always searching. The smirk was his default, he knew it, his friends knew it, his family knew it. It was his most natural state. But the death of everyone close to you can affect a downwards curve on the mouths of even the most stoic people. Without purpose, without anyone to do the job for, Luck Lockyer found himself inside an empty forgotten church. The perpetual smirk on his face had slipped to a thin line, his scar more noticeable now than ever before. His amber eyes, the windows to his soul, dull and lifeless. To anyone who knew him, it was the clothing that gave away his mental state, denim pants and a plain black t-shirt. If that wasn't enough, the tears running down his face certainly would, the echoing sobs of a broken man rang across the rundown church. It was on a whim, but Luck Lockyer prayed, he prayed for many things, for death, revenge, friends, but the one prayer dominating his thoughts, a second chance for his family. That was all he wanted. Simple. It was then, on the outskirts of a polluted city, in an abondoned lot, in a forgotten church that Luck Lockyer, the Devil of the Cards, the Bloodless Hand, the Amber Demon, the Broken, was answered by a being from another world and one from his. *found the picture online
8 65Ashen Reign
In a dark & psychedelic world the tribes of this land tread pace with gods & muses, alive in course of their thoughts. A promising oracle, Azarra, is sworn to a life of seclusion and severe vows of chastity for communion with the fateful powers that marked her. When an upstart warlord imposes on her shrine and forces her to break those oaths, she inverts a sentence of death and disgrace into one of ambition & retribution. Proclaiming her son as the incarnation of their pantheon's progenitor, Drakkon. Azarra shapes this child, borne of unwanted union, into a tool of vengeance against all who wronged her. Swathing Drakkon in illusion of deification, she casts him as a Living Light to set her foes aflame. The cult they cultivate comes to ordain a new Aeon, a reign of Thunder. But the fiery storm of their imperium falls as rain of ash. (Fantastical elements inspired from Greco-Roman & Germanic/Viking influences in a fictional setting of war & woe.) Cover art & design by Lyria Key. Title font/logo by Dark Saturnus Eventually aiming to release as amazon paperback and kindle e-book. May conjure up a discord and donation link. But for now hoping to generate some interest and entertain as many readers as the work reaches & speaks to.
8 370A Bored Passerby With Some Cheats
Life is boring.Even gods get bored..A story of a youth who was bored to death and summoned to the other world with some cheats other than his otherworldy knowledge...A/N Some people may find it boring at the first part.Since Its a preparation for the other settings, Cant do anything about it. Tell the gods they might know something..This is my first work. Comments and reviews are welcome...
8 208Reboot
The darkness of unconsciousness parted. It did not disappear completely, because the person did not open his eyes, even though he woke up. But it has lost its depth. It was not so pitch-black and now it was impossible to hide in it. She couldn't hide from the madness that was going on. Madness...
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