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I Built A Guild of Monsters To Babysit My Daughter

The God of Death has made a return, not to dominate the world, but to change a diaper. Raiking, once the supreme cultivator capable of obliterating civilizations with a mere thought, has emerged from years of isolation to discover that the only mortal he ever cherished is dead. She left behind only a final promise and an infant daughter named Faye. Confronted with the terrifying duty of raising a child and utterly at a loss for how to begin, Raiking seeks the guidance of his legendary Guild members: • ​Ezmelral: A sentient Divine Sword that tackles rocking the cradle with the precision of a military operation. • ​Libinea: A dethroned Phoenix Queen simply trying to manage the ensuing chaos. What mortals perceive as the onset of an apocalyptic conflict is, in fact, a god's frantic quest to obtain: Ordinary milk? No, my daughter deserves only the finest. The Heavens possess the best Celestial Milk? Then we must seize it. She needs a bed? There are whispers in the tavern about a dungeon, locked away for a thousand years, that is soon to be unsealed. Mortal sects are vying for the legendary artifact inside? How unfortunate for them. That Ice Bed is the only thing that can keep her comfortable, so I will claim it. Babies need toys? Then the Dwarven Kingdom must ensure their finest blacksmiths are on the job. Yet, beneath the humor lies a deeper narrative. Raiking’s actions send ripples through the world, drawing the attention of old foes, estranged allies, and a former wife who still believes that fragile human lives hold a significance he has long dismissed. As the child, Faye, grows, she becomes both anchor and enigma: evidence that even the God of Death might be transformed, not by fate, but by the quiet, ordinary moments he once considered trivial. --- This is a slice-of-life comedy about an overpowered dad who tackles parenting dilemmas with excessive force.
Roeyachi · 54.1k Views

The Names... RIYURA SHIKO! - 名前は…リユラ・シコ!

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)
Shyzuli_Lolz · 92.7k Views

[BL] Transmigrated As An Omega: I Use Slimes For Farming

Ewan was a soul that had existed for tens of thousands of years. He had experienced the full breadth of human culture, witnessing eras of peaceful prosperity and endless opulence, as well as scenes of shattered homes and the profound sorrow of the mortal world. He continued to exist in that state until one day, Ewan was summoned by some brat from who-knows-where using a secret arcane art. The kid sacrificed his own life and physical body, all in the hopes that Ewan would help him - specifically, to take revenge on his trashy family. Hey, wait a minute! Did you even ask for my opinion? Did I ever agree to this?! Unfortunately, Ewan could not refuse. And so, he was tossed into some strange, alien world, landing on a planet so poor it was practically destitute. Wasn't the Interstellar Federation supposed to be a setting of advanced technology and cutting-edge science? Where were the space shuttles? Where were the mechs? Why on earth - or rather, why in this hellhole - was there not even white rice to eat? Is this honestly the Interstellar Federation? To sustain his new body and achieve the goal of revenge that he was forced to accept, Ewan had to teach the inhabitants of this planet - who were as backward as people from ancient times - how to grow wet rice, cultivate cotton and raise crabs, slowly fostering development. Oh, so having the talent to summon Slimes is considered even worse than being a total waste? Ignore them. I am summoning Slimes to plow fields and build houses for me, so what? Are you just jealous because you can't do it? Heh heh heh! And what the hell are Omegas and Alphas supposed to be? To ensure his own safety as an Omega living on a planet where pheromone suppressants were less effective than mosquito repellent, Ewan begrudgingly accepted the guy who had once saved his life. Yeah, he was handsome enough, looked decent. Reluctantly accepted, rated 4.5 stars. After much struggle, he finally managed to climb his way off that planet and reach a different one. Upon connecting to the Federation Network, he discovered that the new planet, aside from having Wi-Fi, was no different from the old one - equally poor and full of unexplored regions. Ah, there was one difference. One fine day, the Slimes hugged a pile of vegetables and brought them back to stir-fry. They stir-fried them until the kitchen exploded, blasting out a round, glowing pill. Why does it look more and more like those Spirit Pills from cultivation novels? Damn it, what kind of chaotic, hodgepodge setting is this world? Why is there a bit of everything? Just blow up this world already! I don't need to be a human anymore, boo-hoo!
Vanessa_Mift · 208.5k Views