Script Breaker - Chapter 217: When Memory Becomes Currency

[Host has been granted the Authority of the Dragon of Destruction at SSS Rank][Host has been granted the Authority of the Copy Dragon at SSS Rank][Host has been granted the Authority of the Dragon of Space at SSS Rank][All Magic Parameters Increased!][Dragon Curse Meter: … When the meter fills up, you will truly become a dragon...] [Permanent Quest > Host is Encouraged to lose his virginity]Prince Aiden Crowley lives as a constant reminder of his father’s shame and infidelity. A bastard son despised by all, and with no magic, fails to get into the Academy and is nearly killed by his father out of rage.Impulsively, Aiden makes a decision that should supposedly end this life, until Destiny decides it isn’t done with the Trash Prince Yet!He gains the most powerful system and a sudden increase in power, a phenomenon that is nothing short of Divine.Question now is, will Aiden successfully crumble the world’s unfairness to Trash Mages and Commoners, or will he anchor the very structure that once despised him?Other Tags: #Genius, #Strongactingweak

In a world where Spirit Summoners bond with legendary heroes to save civilization, I awakened as F-Rank—the absolute weakest.While my classmates summoned knights, saints, and mythic champions, my summoning glitched. The circle turned red, and when the smoke cleared, I was staring at the Tyrant Empress—a Calamity-tier villainess who nearly destroyed the world 800 years ago.Everyone calls me cursed. Dangerous. A threat that should be eliminated.They're right to be afraid.Because the Tyrant Empress wasn't the only one who answered my call.And unlike the others, my strength is forged in pleasure.Through forbidden dual cultivation with my villainesses, I grow without end.My name is Cade Marlowe, and I don't summon heroes.I only summon villainesses.

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.