Survival Game Lit-RPG Web Novels & Stories

Nox died a failure, clutching the body of the boy who had bled out just to buy him a few seconds of life. Then he woke up. The world is still quiet, but Nox knows the clock is ticking. He remembers how the sky peels back like a wound. He remembers the Gates dropping from the clouds and the "Authorities" that stepped through them-beings straight out of nightmare and myth. Archangels, war gods, and ancient primordials who treated humanity like an ant hill. But something is different this time. When the System scans Nox to slot him into a neat little category, it glitches. Authority: Unregistered. The gods are coming back to finish what they started, but they're walking into a trap. Nox isn't just preparing for the apocalypse anymore; he's becoming the one thing the System can't control. This time, he isn't the one who needs protecting.

"He was supposed to be cannon fodder. Now he’s the CEO’s obsession.” Sky Templeton thought dying broke was the worst fate. That was until he opened his eyes in the body of a doomed secretary inside a cheesy romance novel he once rage-dropped. The role? Cannon fodder, destined to be crushed under the heel of the cold and ruthless billionaire CEO, Dream Lancaster. But life gives Gloss no time to despair. A mischievous system binds to him with cruel missions: survive 100 days, raise the CEO’s affection score from -1000 to +1000, and…most terrifying of all, rewrite his tragic ending. Gloss only wanted to survive. He never expected to become entangled in office politics, fake dating contracts, or the dangerous pull of a man who despised him. Yet, with every mission cleared, Dream’s icy mask begins to crack, revealing scars and loneliness Gloss never thought a ruthless CEO could carry. Was this just the system’s game, or had fate rewritten both their stories?

To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirks with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand. Me? I smile, too. Because I was born with alexithymia, meaning I’m a heartless sociopath that doesn’t feel any emotions. Nice to meet you, Mr Devil. I grin at him, licking my canine. How are you going to manipulate my heart, when I don’t have one?

The world thinks The Fox is dead. That’s exactly how she planned it. Born to two of the most powerful superheroes on the planet, The Fox spent her life trapped behind mansion walls, brutal training sessions, and the crushing expectations of heroes who cared more about perfection than their daughter. To the public, General Storm and Lady Rose are icons. To The Fox, they’re the reason she learned how to survive bruises with a smile. So she vanished. With the help of the only person who ever truly loved her, The Fox fakes her death and disappears into the underground, determined to build a normal life far away from capes, cameras, and violence. New name. New city. New rules. But the world is falling apart faster than she can outrun it. Monstrous creatures are crawling out any crack. Entire cities are collapsing overnight. And when the Fox discovers the terrifying truth behind the outbreaks, she realizes her family may not be the heroes humanity believes they are. Now hunted by the people who raised her and haunted by powers she tried to leave behind, The Fox has two choices: Keep running. Or turn around and fight.

Level 1. Assassin. Starting gear: one rusty revolver and a really bad attitude. Aria was an insurance adjuster with a gaming habit and a Charisma score she's still offended by. Then she wakes up in a crumbling high-rise in a ruined city, with a health bar floating in her vision and a terminal telling her she's a Level 1 Assassin. Her loadout is a single Colt, a knife, and four boxes of ammo. No respawn button. No manual. No one to tell her whether she can quit. The city is full of zombies, and she's a terrible shot. But she's a quick study. With a secondhand baseball bat, a scruffy little dog named Midnight, and a talent for turning panic into XP, Aria starts to climb. She unlocks Victorian-flavored shops, scrounges for blueprints, and hunts quests for a shotgun she can't afford. She also catches the eye of a cocky guild recruiter, a flirty healer, and a secretive sisterhood of assassins whose mechanical librarian is a little too thorough with its security scan. Everyone in this world seems to want something from her. Then a stranger on a passing bus holds up a message, and Aria loses an hour in the back room of a crafting shop. Now she's wondering whether the game was built for her, and who else is watching her play. She can't log out, so she's going to have to grind. Snarky, gritty, and packed with gear porn, zombie-bashing, and slow-burn romance, this is a steampunk LitRPG for readers who've ever muttered "fuck this game" and then played for six more hours.