Mobuseka:Leon's Adventure - Chapter 41: Zola(1)

In life, the most important thing is appearance.To compensate for his lack of good looks, he worked hard for years to reach the peak.However, the reality waiting for him at the end was nothing but betrayal and despair.[The system has been activated.][You have obtained the ‘Handsome’ attribute.]On the brink of death, he gets a second chance at life.Now his goal is clear.[Quest Completed]Reward: Talent obtained through the ‘Handsome’ stat.[New Quest]Task: Become more handsome.“I will become handsome.”

Vice betrayed by his friend's, used as pawn to escape the jaws of an SSS-Rank monster.Then life decides to give him a second chance but this chance is not a reward, it's punishment.He now lives the rest his days as a rodent, the only thing that drives him is vengeance at all cost he'll have it, even if he must face the whole world to have it.

The Intergalactic Bureau of Change is an organization that helps certain people start over with their own Truck-kun delivery service to transport souls across dimensions.Hiroshi Tanaka, a 28-year-old convenience store worker, meets one of their field agents. For any otaku, this would be a dream come true. There's just one problem.The agent turns out to be a scammer.Now Hiroshi is trapped in another world as an “extra” hero. His stats are garbage. His unique skill actively works against him.He wasn't chosen by fate. He was tricked by a cosmic con artist.Survival wasn't part of the contract. But Hiroshi refuses to be just another victim.What to Expect:• A protagonist who starts weak and stays realistic.• Strategic combat using knowledge over strength• Psychological exploration of being “expendable” in a hero's world• Dark humor mixed with genuine survival stakes• A broken system that wasn't designed for him to succeed• Slow, hard-earned progression where every level matters• Morally gray situations with no easy answers• Deconstruction of isekai tropes from the perspective of someone funny.---Tags:#Isekai #WeakToStrong #DarkFantasy #Survival #Hero #LitRPG #PsychologicalDrama #StrategicCombat #Underdog #SystemApocalypse #Betrayal #FantasyAdventure #CosmicHorror #NoHarem #MaleProtagonist---

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.