Litrpg Stories

Li Hao is transmigrated into a Xianxia Cultivation World, and thrust into the life of a servant in the Azure Cloud Sect. He has the worst quality trash five element spiritual roots. Any other wastrel in his position would be chopping wood and eating inferior quality pills for the rest of their life. However, he binds with a system that can upgrade everything. Purchased a worthless burnt and blackened pill worse than poison? No Problem! It is only 1 upgrade away from a priceless golden three pattern Marrow Cleansing Elixir! Found an old cracked and rusty butter knife? Easy fix! Let's turn that into a dagger sharp enough to slice through Demonic Serpent Scales! What to expect: -Weak to Strong -Magic Items, Spirit Stones, and Wealth Accumulation -Kingdom Building -Sects, Clans, and Royal Dynasties in Constant War [5 Uploads Per Week: M,T,W,TH,F]

Jack didn't ask to save the world. He just wanted to run his convenience store in peace. Then he woke up in a wasteland. No town. No neighbors. No Wi-Fi. Just cracked red earth, dead trees, and a voice in his head calling itself the Limitless Omniversal Supply System. The LOSS System. Jack laughed for a very long time. The system was not amused. Now he has a fully stocked store, unlimited water and electricity, and a system that's somehow both all-powerful and deeply offended by everything he says. To survive in a world where the average temperature hits 52°C, Jack will have to sell supplies, make allies, build shelter, and figure out why his little store might be the first step toward bringing a dead world back to life. One cold soda at a time.

In the world of the Walls, everything follows a cycle. The Titans eat. The humans die. The Paths connect them all. But I am a variable that doesn't belong in the equation. After a fatal encounter with a truck, I woke up in Shiganshina with a broken body and a glowing interface only I can see. I have one year before the fall of Wall Maria. My XP gain is abysmal, my strength is non-existent, and my existence is a glitch in the Founding Titan's vision. I'm not here to follow the script. I'm here to rewrite the physics of this world. [XP Multiplier: 1.0x] [Probability of Survival: 0.04%] [Let's change those numbers.]

After dying from cancer, Liu Yun was transmigrated to an Apocalypse World with a system. Unlike everyone else's overpowered systems, hers has only one objective: Survive. But before she can even understand what's happening, a teleportation glitch throws everything into chaos. Ding! [Teleportation intercepted! Foreign intervention detected!] Ding! [Emergency procedure activated!] With a weak body, zero combat ability, and a malfunctioning system, Liu Yun somehow stumbles into saving the most terrifying existence in the apocalypse... The Zombie Emperor. Liu Yun: "System! Are you kidding me?!" System: [......]

In Meridian City, a dungeon is run like a company: ranked floors, quarterly quotas, a termination clause that doesn't fire you, it erases you. Cole Ashworth died once, chasing a deadline at a desk. He wakes into this one mid-onboarding, one smeared signature from his erasure, when a dormant Whistleblower System boots inside him. Fine Print shows him the one true flaw in anything he studies: a rewritten date, a forced signature. Every reading burns Vitality Equity he never recovers; using it off the clock breaks his contract. Both powers climb the same eight corporate ranks on two ledgers that don't speak: official Clearance, and the Tier Gap only Cole can see.

After a brutal double shift at a crowded hospital, exhausted critical care nurse Max closed his eyes for a quiet night of sleep, only to wake up in a shattered, monster-infested world he had just been reading about. Reborn as Anxidius in the ancient, fragmented realm of Aetherea-where the twelve Olympian gods vanished three thousand years ago-he finds himself dropped straight into the volatile Wandering Crossroads. Guided by Hermes-2, an advanced tactical and diagnostic AI embedded in his consciousness, Anxidius discovers a terrifying reality: the world is descending into chaos, torn apart by territorial warfare and creeping primordial monsters. But unlike native mortals restricted to a single divine bloodline, Anxidius possesses a universal divine blessing, granting him open-system aptitude across all twelve Olympian domains. Armed with a nurse's cool-headed triage mindset, a survival loadout gifted by the gods, and skills ranging from kinetic speed to solar healing, Anxidius must navigate a hostile wilderness of beasts and political turmoil. His mission is clear: master the six tiers of Aetherule, bridge the fractured empires, and mend a broken world before it collapses into permanent darkness.

No Landing on the Stair has ever admitted keeping a list of who it turns away. It only ever says, again, that it doesn't. THE TREAD reads the Stair's real law to Hollis alone: usable force equals suiting fraction times local load. THE HOLD carries up to four strangers' shortfall past a Landing, draining his own strength for days per debt. THE FOOTHOLD buys an exemption, paid in blood - a nosebleed first, a permanent piece of himself later. Every person he carries past starts the same four-hundred-day clock, whether they ever learn it exists or not. At the Rim, a guild sells the only measurements anyone is licensed to trust.

The world looks normal. That's the problem. Beneath familiar streets and familiar faces lie hidden rules, forgotten truths, and questions nobody seems willing to ask. The deeper the truth is buried, the harder reality works to keep it that way. After all, it's one thing for something to be hiding in the world. It's another thing entirely for the world to be hiding something.

Years ago, an international expedition recovered an impossible artifact from beneath the Antarctic ice-an object believed to have been left behind by an extraterrestrial civilization. Then *Star Realm 3.0* appeared. With near-perfect virtual reality and the unprecedented support of governments across the world, the mysterious game drew billions of players almost overnight. No one knew who had created it. Even fewer understood why humanity's leaders were so desperate to bring the entire planet online. Bankrupt, newly single, and running out of options, Chen Mo spent what little money he had left on a gaming headset. If this new world truly represented humanity's next great opportunity, he intended to use it to rebuild his life. His starting talent, however, looked worthless. **Ancient God's Curse** was only a low-rank, evolvable ability. Each successful attack placed a lingering curse on its target, dealing a tiny amount of damage that ignored defense while suppressing recovery. The damage seemed insignificant-until Chen Mo realized that the curse could be stacked repeatedly. Its growth potential was even more terrifying. Slaying elite enemies would permanently strengthen its damage, while defeating bosses could raise the talent itself to higher ranks. Where everyone else saw a useless beginner skill, Chen Mo saw an ability with no visible ceiling. He became a mage who invested in speed, covering entire battlefields with spells before his enemies could react. Later, he learned to conceal himself and strike like an assassin. As the curse evolved and its layers multiplied, armor stopped mattering. Healing stopped working. Even the rules designed to keep the game balanced began to collapse around him. But *Star Realm 3.0* was never merely a game. Its existence was tied to the Antarctic artifact, the growing turmoil on Earth, and alien powers already making their way across the stars. When those civilizations finally reached the planet, they expected to find a

Nine minutes into any run, the rating window is closing and the corridor in front of Milo Ashcroft keeps going past where the certified map says it stops. That's when the Cartographer System boots - no license required, no permission asked. He's been rated Common, non-commercial, since he was twelve. The System disagrees. It prices every meter he reads in Route Fatigue, and ninety seconds standing still is never free. What lies past the certified map is worth more than any licensed cartographer is allowed to know - and worth killing to keep unlicensed.

You can be given strength by a total stranger, for life - and you will never get so much as a warning before they take it back. That's the one rule the Stepwater country runs on. The substance is called measure. It moves only when someone says your name out loud in front of a sworn witness inside a stone room, and it can be pulled back on a whim by whoever gave it, with no reason owed to the person who just lost it. Weston is the only person alive who was born holding none of his own - not weak, empty - and that emptiness is exactly what lets him do something nobody has managed in a thousand years: take what a stranger gives him and push it into someone else instead, permanently.

In the year 2300, humanity lives in perfection. No hunger, no disease, no failure. Every breath, every heartbeat, every desire is calculated and fulfilled by the all‑knowing ASI. But perfection has become a prison-life without struggle, without risk, without meaning. When the ASI unveils the New Life Project, billions volunteer to step into simulated histories. For Jinwoo and his friends, the choice is clear: they will live in Joseon Korea, a world of sweat, laughter, and imperfection. At first, it is everything they longed for-warm meals, bustling markets, the fragile beauty of ordinary days. Yet beneath the peace, something stirs. From the southern coast of Busan, whispers spread of disappearances, of creatures that move with inhuman precision. And at the heart of it all waits a presence the ASI never predicted: the Mutant King. What began as an escape from boredom becomes a war for survival. The fall of Joseon is only the beginning. The infection spreads into reality itself. Perfect worlds shatter. Imperfect humanity must rise. Join Jinwoo and his friends on their journey from a stagnant utopia to the brink of extinction. Will they find meaning in the chaos, or be consumed by the Mutant King? Follow for daily updates! Written with the assistance of AI and extensively edited by the author.

To the Devils, Angels and Fallen of Kuoh. Y/n is a simple nerd with few friends - a quiet, unbothered teenager with no standing amongst their kind. However, that all changes when he has the time of his life with his upperclassmen. Akeno Himejima. As her presence and actions awaken a dormant power that should have never been unleashed. And for Y/n, his entire life is turned upside down. His friends. His loved ones. His family. Welcome to: A Wanderer's Requiem: Awakening.

Zach is an academic reject at the city's most elite high school. Chloe is the undisputed star with a perfect score. They live in two completely different worlds-until The Muse System connects them. Now, every bit of favorability Zach earns with Chloe channels a percentage of her genius straight into his mind. To rewrite his future, Zach is about to turn the entire school upside down.

Earth didn't get destroyed-it got retrofitted into an intergalactic casino. When an omnipotent alien syndicate known as The House acquires Earth in a cosmic debt settlement, every city on the planet is compressed into a sprawling, multi-tiered orbital gauntlet called The Neon Crucible. The rules of reality are replaced by classic 16-bit video game logic, complete with glowing stat overlays, randomized loot drops, and lethal boss encounters. The entire spectacle is broadcast live across the sector, where trillionaire alien gamblers bet on human survival rates. The Protagonist: Miller, an overworked audio engineer who was holding a heavy boom mic and a roll of industrial gaffer tape when the sky turned into a loading screen. The Twist: Through a system error during initialization, Miller's primary weapon slot registers his boom mic as a Frequency Disruptor, allowing him to manipulate environmental sound waves, mute enemy attack cues, and force glitched stat buffs out of the game's audio engine. He doesn't care about the leaderboard, the galactic sponsors, or the high scores. He just wants to climb to the top tier, break the broadcast relay, and force The House to pay out.

May 16, 2076. The world has surrendered to Artificial Intelligence. G.'s shelter is no exception. But G. doesn't merely exist inside a mechanical survival box. His space breathes. It is a sanctuary, filled with encoded knowledge... and forgotten history. Tonight, he sits in the dim light. With a chilled glass in hand, he allows the memories to pull him back. Into the ruins of the old world. And more specifically... to that fateful night.

On Earth, a boy with many names was caught in a tragic cycle of reincarnation. Each time he died young, unable to live past the age of twenty, he was reborn into the same world, burdened by the memories of his past lives while others around him grew and thrived. Growing increasingly weary of his fate, he yearned for the chance to fully experience life, with all its milestones that always seemed to elude him. Determined to change his destiny, he bravely confronted the God who had granted him semi-eternal life and pleaded for a new beginning in a different world-one filled with possibilities where he could finally grow and truly belong.

Alex, pursued by his metaphorical fire demons, returns to his provincial hometown. But wandering doesn't mean lost, and carefully constructed circumstances transport him to a ringworld, the earthly sector of northern European mythology, right at the center of a tightening political knot. Meticulous high fantasy intertwines with the mischievous humor of RealRPG. The protagonist encounters a strange world, unusual friends and enemies, wild adventures, a flexible role-playing system, and even a perfectly ordinary settlement of his own. This is part of my fictional universe.

Everyone else got Flame Bullet. Wind Step. Minor Heal. Julian Arka got Storage - the same Skill every market vendor in the city already has. In a world where a single flash of blue light decides your entire future, Arka is exactly what his status screen says he is: Rank F. Unregistered Class. Negligible threat. Then a Gate tears open two floors below his apartment, and the boy with the "worst Skill in class" does something that should be impossible - he stores eleven objects into a Skill with a ten-slot limit, digging his mother out of rubble with a power that was never supposed to work that way. No error. No penalty. No explanation. As Arka starts pulling at the threads of a rule that shouldn't have broken, a Dungeon field trip goes catastrophically wrong, a hidden Boss Chamber tears open without warning, and the boy who was never supposed to survive a real fight ends up rewriting his own Skill from the inside out. And when the one person who should be able to read anyone in the world finally turns her gift on him, the answer she gets back isn't a number. It's a word that was never supposed to exist. UNDEFINED. Now something else has noticed too - something operating quietly inside the very institution meant to protect people like him. The rules were never absolute. He just might be the first person the System itself can't put a number on.

Antes de llamarse Eiden Valeris, fue Naoki: un joven que pasaba las noches jugando a *Throne of Elysia* con sus amigos. Ahora vive en un mundo que comparte los mapas, las clases y las reglas de aquel juego. Y lleva diez años preparándose para aprovechar lo que recuerda. A los quince, tiene un plan: obtener una clase oculta, entrar al gremio Faro Errante y construir una vida junto a las personas que se convirtieron en su segundo hogar. Pero durante una inspección aparece una misión que había sido eliminada del juego. Su medallón reacciona. Una puerta se cierra. Y Eiden empieza a encontrar rastros de algo que alguien se ha esforzado por borrar. Mientras se acerca la Ceremonia del Despertar, tendrá que decidir cuánto arriesgar por una clase que quizá el Sistema ya no permita obtener. Kaia y Daren están dispuestos a acompañarlo, aunque empiezan a cansarse de confiar en respuestas cuyo origen desconocen. Entre gremios rivales, pactos antiguos y mazmorras capaces de decidir el futuro de comunidades enteras, sus recuerdos serán una ventaja que otros querrán aprovechar. En el juego, la última puerta del Trono los rechazó a todos. En esta vida, algo detrás de ella parece estar esperando a Eiden.