Quick Transmigration: Sorry, I Never Loved You

What if the villain wasn’t just right—but necessary? In a world where kingdoms bow to divine law and empires hide behind celestial mandates, one man dares to rewrite the script of fate itself. Kael was never the chosen one. He was the shadow behind the throne, the strategist behind the victories, the voice behind every betrayal. A man with no allegiance to gods, heroes, or prophecies—only to his own vision of a world unchained. Through manipulation, dominance, and psychological warfare, Kael dismantles empires, corrupts saviors, and seduces even the untouchable. From courtrooms soaked in blood to divine halls torn by philosophical war, Kael’s rise is not paved by destiny—but by design. As factions fall—heroes turn, empresses kneel, and even Archons, the divine arbiters of reality, begin to break under his logic—one question begins to echo across realms: Is Kael the villain who destroyed the world, or the mind that saved it from its own delusions? Lord of Deception is not just a dark fantasy—it’s a political masterwork woven with cosmic ambition, complex character evolution, and a protagonist who is as terrifying as he is brilliant. With a growing cult following and a narrative arc spanning mortal politics to divine collapse, this is the kind of saga that leaves readers questioning every notion of right and wrong.

Briar had always harbored a crush in her heart. However, with her status as the official nanny of the Meyer family, she knew her chances were close to zero. After all, there were many other eligible women out there and it was not in her place to cross this line. All it took was one crucial call from home and she found herself signing a contract she never dreamed was possible. The man she had pinned after for years, Logan Meyer, needed a trophy wife, an accessory to hang on his arm, and a mother to his three kids. And as the nanny his children were used to seeing, Briar happened to fit the bill. She needed the money to save a relative. But more than that, this was an opportunity for her to reach the forbidden fruit she could only see but not touch for years. However, when the secrets of her past, which she wished to have forgotten and had locked in Pandora’s Box over twelve years ago, threaten to come out. The kind that would shatter the image she had painstakingly forged, thwart everything that she had worked hard for all these years and send her to prison for the rest of her life, forcing her to part with the man she dearly loves. To stop her adversaries from destroying everything that she had dreamt of since she was a child, Briar would be forced to make choices. Choices that would change her life forever. Even if it means shedding all pretenses and revealing her true self.

After transmigrating into the world of Naruto, Shin activated the Fabrication System—and with it, gained access to a chat group for all the main heroines. From time to time, new kunoichi are randomly added to the group. Even more incredible? Shin can invent their future, and it becomes reality! Want a new power? Just make it up! First, he decided to acquire the Sharingan. Then he added Wood Release to his arsenal. And after that… the group welcomed the Four Flowers of Konoha: Karin, Anko, Tsunade, Kurenai, Yuugao, Konan, Terumi Mei, Kurotsuchi... As more and more girls joined the chat, everyone slowly grew speechless. Wait a second… are all of these main heroines? Kushina, Mikoto, Rin Nohara ,Uzumaki Mito Hold on—aren’t they all supposed to be dead?

In Boston’s rain-soaked North End, Mia Carver, a 25-year-old thief, lives for locks, not truths, her scars whispering of heists survived, not hearts mended. A job to steal a NexGen data shard from a vault beneath a butcher shop goes sideways when she finds no shard but a USB drive, a pendant with a slashed circle, and a note: Mia, flee. The handwriting is Ethan’s, her mentor, supposedly dead in a server explosion two years ago. Her scars burn, her blood hums, nanotech waking, tying her to the Lattice, NexGen’s AI that wires minds, stealing choices, controlling lives. The vault seals, drones with red lenses lock on, their live feed—Mia’s scars, her pulse—branding her as the Lattice’s spark, her blood its key. Trucks circle, a man’s voice—Carver, stop—cuts through the rain, and a woman, patched with the same slashed circle, calls her late, her eyes sharp, like she knows Mia’s blood. Fleeing into Boston’s neon alleys, Mia’s scars glow, the pendant a blade, not a shield, cutting the Lattice’s lies. Ethan’s note isn’t escape but a fight, his fate tied to the Lattice’s core, her blood the lock to break it—or bind her forever.

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In a parallel universe, Lin Fan traveled through time and became the righteous Superman. He’s too powerful. The other heroes fear him. They take his parents and girlfriend as hostages. The media spreads fake videos. The whole internet votes against him. He is judged in court and cursed by the people. In the end, he is tortured to death with a kryptonite knife. Before Superman died, he saw that people did not let his family go as agreed. His parents are executed. His girlfriend is humiliated and killed. The heroes and the crowd celebrate his death. At this moment, the dying Superman completely turned evil, bound himself to "the dark world-destroying system" and determined to create a dark world full of despair. Should he just kill them all? “No… killing useless people is too kind. The useful ones? Death is mercy for them.” “I want to create endless despair. A world with no rules. Chaos everywhere. I’ll torture the evil ones like worms.” Now, Superman sets his eyes on every hero. A Dark Universe is born. --- Homelander: “I thought I was scary… but he’s the real monster.” Wonder Woman: “They beg him to save them… But when they don’t need him, they judge him. Humans deserve this.” Note: This is a Chinese novel and I translated it into English By Using Google Translate Translator Team: Axon Group https://socialbrdg.com/axon46 Chinese Name: 美漫：我黑化大超，打造暗黑宇宙 •Axon Group• This series already has 350 chapters. If I upload 3 chapters every day, it will take about 100 days to catch up. But the original series is also adding new chapters at the same time. So, I've decided to upload 10 chapters each day. If you enjoy this series, please VOTE for me! Thank you!

Robert traveled to the Marvel world with a Danganronpa game panel! As long as he unlocked achievements, he could gain super high school level talents! To* Stark: "I can make steel armor!" Robert: "Coincidentally, I can build Gundam." Domino: "My super ability is luck!" Robert: "It's just luck, I have it too." Doctor Strange: "You can also do magic?" Robert: "In modern society, there is no magic, it's just a child's fantasy." After finishing speaking, Robert threw down a pile of cards, and his figure disappeared as the cards fell. … As time goes by, Robert finds that the talents he unlocks seem more and more strange. Finally, he unlocked a special talent. Super High School Level Despair! Robert looked confused. Is this asking him to film Danganronpa in the Marvel world? ---

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed. As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life. Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase. Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right? Wrong. Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir. He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test. And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush. So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in. He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom. Someone definitely needs a miracle.

I died as a hardcore gamer, only to open my eyes in a cultivation fantasy I once played. Not as the hero. Not even as a helpful mentor. or a big villian... But as the cannon fodder destined to die before the first act even concludes. I recognize this world instantly—the sprawling mansions of nobility, the immortal sects hidden in misty mountains, the power hierarchy where cultivators stand above common folk. I've played through this story dozens of times, defeated every hidden boss, unlocked every secret ending. And now I'm trapped inside it, wearing the skin of the game's first villain. My position? The worthless young master of a prestigious family, universally despised yet secretly possessing a dormant bloodline that nobody in-game ever discovered because this character dies too quickly. But something is wrong. Characters are behaving differently than they did in the game. Events are unfolding in unexpected ways. The cold beauty who should immediately despise me seems strangely interested in my skills. The vixen villianess who orchestrated my demise now studies me with curiosity. Is my presence changing the storyline? Or was there always more to this world than what players could see through their screens? With each deviation from the script I memorized, my meta-knowledge becomes less reliable. Yet it remains my greatest weapon as I navigate political intrigue, forge unlikely alliances, and desperately work to awaken powers that were never meant to be unlocked by a character designed only to die. I refuse to be expendable. I reject the role assigned to me. In a world where destiny is supposedly predetermined, I will rewrite the algorithm itself—or break the entire system trying.