Getting teleported to another planet is not a problem for Raelynn at all. Being pampered by love and affection by her 4 sexy guardians is definitely not a problem at all. Raelynn's problem started when her 4 hunks of guardians started to treat her as a little girl instead of a 24 years old adult woman. Warning: This story is for a mature audience only. Read the tags before you proceed. This is a ddlg story. Copyright myrawrites123 All rights reserved

This is a vast world ruled entirely by sorcerers. Robb, born with weak spiritual aptitude, is dragged into the Black Mist Forest. His guide sneers as he delivers the verdict: "Fail the trial within a year, and I'll personally dissect your brain." On the brink of despair, something awakens deep within Robb's consciousness-a mysterious class change panel: [Necromancer]→ Forge a Soul Vessel→ [Undying ★★★] [Solar Knight]→ [Temper your body within a star]→ [Radiant Sovereign ★★★★] [Timewarden]→ [Capture a Temporal Paradox]→ [Lord of Time ★★★★] ... "Impossible. Only grandmasters can manipulate time." "Exactly. My ability isn't complete-I can only freeze your movements." "Still... this way, you can watch every strike as I carve you into pieces." .... "Their longing for the Great Abyss is stronger than any poison, more intense than any plague. It seizes them and never lets go." "It may feel like a curse, but adventurers throw themselves in without hesitation. To them, a life without longing is worse than death." "And we sorcerers-we're the ones who nurture that longing into a curse..." ...... "Run, Belk! Get to the escape pod!" "Run? Where to?" "He's plucking the entire star ring like strings... We've provoked a monster that tears galaxies apart!" The speaker looks up. A sea of light, vast enough to swallow entire star systems, rages toward them-consuming everything in its path. ........ In the heart of the Chaos Sea, countless fragments of laws float in the void, like shattered mirrors. From the depths of that nothingness, a chorus of billions echoes: "Lord of the River of Time... Keeper of the Corridor Keys... Bearer of the Crimson Crown-" "Too loud." Robb raises a hand and crushes the chains of law. The Blood-Crystal Crown flies to his forehead. "It's only a crown if I take it by force." [Class Change Successful!] [You have obtained the Class: Blood Witch King]

When Nóttormr reincarnated into the magical world of Guthheimr, he couldn't remember much of his life before he was reincarnated as a kobold. Despite his humble birth and small stature, he was born with the blood of dragons running through his veins. Nóttormr was determined to become a god of the kobolds even before he hatched. From that point onwards, the legendary journey of his rise to become a god started with the cracking of his egg. Follow along as he leads kobolds out of slavery, puts gnomes in their place, and shows the world the mightiness of the kobold race. This story contains: - LitRPG - Dungeons and Dragons elements - A System - Fast growth (There is a heavy emphasis on the main character without enough development on interactions with secondary characters. I hope to improve on this in the future, but I did want to warn my readers.) - Attempts at humor