My diary system in Marvel

The whole world is subjected to a highly dangerous standardised exam called the Global Examination. Answering questions by putting their lives at stake, they would live if they passed the test. Every month the exam will undergo reformation while, occasionally, it is random. DISCLAIMER: The book doesn't belong to me

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

[WARNING:FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY] This is the story of how I made my own harem with the help of my step-sister. Anyway read 3 chapters yourself than decide yourself, if you wanna go further!! ................................. ............ My PATREON (for 20+advance chaps) patreon.com/HappinessIsBlissTL And you can upgrade your tier to read more advance chapters while also getting to ask for oneshot short smut stories on any genre or tags (limited to above 10$ tiers)

While others were still diligently studying Pokémon knowledge, Ron had already begun training his Pokémon to grow. While others were training their Pokémon, Ron had already started teaching his Pokémon the Six Powers. While others were still challenging Gym Leaders and collecting badges to prepare for tournaments, Ron had already started competing with the older generation of trainers. Moving between the light and dark sides, the only things Ron could rely on were his infinitely versatile Pokémon, the Six Powers in his mind, and a mysterious power—one whose origins were uncertain, whether it came from a past life or was a built-in cheat of his own making. ------------------------ If you want to support me and read advance chapters, please visit: PATREON.COM/MADBOT635

Raised in an orphanage, Ocean - a sharp and freakishly adaptive vagabond- after witnessing all inhabitants disappearing one by one awakens in a foreign place. Unbeknownst to how he got there he ventures on to find the perpetrator and himself, in an ending violent magical world composed by power, meeting friend and foe alike, being trailed by demon. Filled with questions that need answering, and stuck in a reality blurs the lines of impossibility. He must navigate a world ultimately ruled by power and danger, finding a moral compass that can lead him in the right direction, hopefully that compass isn't broken!

The world is governed by the Seven Legendary Heroes, their authority absolute and unchallenged even by their own descendants. They manipulate the world and its people according to their whims. Jonan, son of one of these legendary heroes, discovers his affinity with crystals and mastery over flames, yet lacks skill with weapons, which brings shame upon his family. As he delves deeper into the dark secrets connecting the heroes' power to the rifts and an ancient evil lurking, waiting for the right time, Jonan must move forward with unwavering determination. PS:- I don't own the image on my cover. If the original owner sees this message, you can contact me.

The era of Universal Lordship has come to this world, bringing many opportunities and challenges for humans. At the age of eighteen, each person can acquire territory and participate in the Lord's continent, which will determine whether they can move into a vast world or die in mediocrity. Thousands of years after the start of this era Neo looked up at the sky waiting for his opportunity, the opportunity to change his life and move toward a grander goal. All lords choose an easy route and select a race that already exists but he wished to go against the current, so even if it was looked down upon he created his own race bravely and swore to fight tooth and nail for success. This is the story of his journey as he walks step by step toward a grander future.

Everyone wants to stand tall in the Dungeon. Calista Aldebrand does it in heels. In a city where gods grant power and monsters crawl from the earth, most adventurers fight to survive. Calista fights like anyone else. He just makes it look effortless. He bleeds, but never stumbles. Takes hits, but never flinches. His poise isn’t bravery. It isn’t pride. It’s a curse. They call him elegant. Unshakable. A miracle wrapped in fire and grace. But perfection is heavy—and Calista’s been carrying it far too long. Because it’s hard to fall apart when the world won’t let you fall. --- [Warning: Trap MC, Crossdressing]

[WSA-2025-ENTRY] "Why? Just why?" "Why did I became this guy?" That was the first thing I said when I see myself on the mirrors reflection. Lucien Drelmont. A bottom-tier instructor at Noctis Ardentis Academy. A joke of a character. A corrupt, talentless noble despised by both students and faculty. He was one of the early game villain, that was destined to die, a stepping stone for the protagonist, a scapegoat for the Academy, no matter what way the game is played his death was destined. And now I need to survive as him, in this hellish academy. _____________________ [No Harem] [No NTR&Yuri] 5-8 chapter per day. [Super gifts can earn you rewards.] [Magic Castle - You can ask me to make a character for you.]

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.