Litrpg Humor

Henrietta Doryn has never enjoyed fighting. She'd rather be in the kitchen baking cookies. But it's her duty as Warrior Princess to face off against the forces of evil. As such, she's unceremoniously shooed from her kingdom to go eliminate the all-powerful Dark Lord next door. Keith Monfort has never enjoyed ruling with an iron fist. He'd prefer to be in his workroom tinkering with practical magic. But it's his duty to lead the Dark Enchanted Forest and the forces of evil. So when Henrietta shows up at his door, he's only too happy to invite her in for tea to talk it out instead.

I was in my garage, when the space elves addressed the whole world. They didn't call themselves space elves, of course, but most humans struggled to pronounce Khjurhnalva. They had a message for us: Forces that had eradicated their species' males were heading for Earth. The space elves offered us access to the System, as cooperation was vital to the survival of both our species. I, Mathew, know all of the above is bullshit. I saw the truth with my own eyes, heard it from their beautiful, deceitful mouths. No one believes me, though. A planet-wide, survival reality show? Ridiculous.

Betrayed by his guild and left for dead, Benjamin Jewel's aspirations to triumph in the Ragnarök Tournament seemed shattered—until Chuck, his mother's enthusiastic boyfriend—secures him a last-minute entry. His luck is turning around. Ben's relief morphs into horror when he discovers that his "noob" family has also joined for a bit of fun, making his challenging quest downright nightmarish. Now, not only must he navigate a treacherous world teeming with monsters, vengeful gods, and sinister spirits, but he must also contend with his new guildmates: his own dysfunctional family.

Chester, as it turns out, is actually a monster god. Unfortunately, we don’t have any time to throw festivals in his honor—the whole world has gone mad and is overflowing with corrupted monsters. His fellow Calamities, enraged that he’d forgotten them, have fused their worlds together in a fit of petty rage. Now, everyone's stuck in a bizarre and dangerous hellscape with corruption overflowing from every dungeon. The strength I’ve gathered isn’t enough.

Thorn’s been dead for a thousand years. But for someone who can travel time, when you are is relative. He’s lived a long life, but is that all there is? He passed on Kali’s mantle to Bud, but does that mean the highers are done with him? All he wants is to join his wife in death, and find out if there really is an afterlife together. But since when has anything gone the way anyone wanted where highers are concerned? And on the eve of his death, just what could any of them want of him now? One thing is for sure though. He is, has been, and always will be, Thorn. The Hunter Imperium ...

Welcome to the office dungeon. Promotions? Power-ups. HR? Bloodthirsty monsters. Failure? A one-way ticket to the paper shredder. Doug Kinney hated his life before the dungeon cracked open under his cubicle. Now? He’s dodging killer copiers, fighting HR golems, and grinding XP in an office hell where survival comes with a stapler — glowing, oversized, and very, very stabby. With his foul-mouthed cyber-raccoon sidekick and a survival instinct fueled by coffee, spite, and pure middle-manager rage, Doug’s ready to smash his way up the corporate ladder — one bloody memo at a time. If ...

Colton Winchester is master of the trailer park, but all is not well. Decades of neglect by the previous manager have left him with a long list of quests and repairs, and a restive population of milfs who demand his. . . . attentions. As dangers loom from within and without, Colton must navigate an increasingly complex array of new relationships and unexpected flavors, and make a critical decision about just how much he enjoys fried chicken.

Chris Ecclestone has had a full on day. And it isn't over yet! He’s done the impossible, been promoted, called a legend, and now he’s alone with his girlfriend and about to get the reward he really wants. Tomorrow is another day, and a badly needed boring one at that. But there’s a war on, and romance has to wait when allies call for help, and boring is what happens between battles and exhaustion. Combat awaits, and this time, he’s a senior officer contemplating how fast he’s failing upwards. The Imperium is spread too thin, and the Trixone are attacking in too many places. When ...

For Renee “Nay” Favreau, food is life. She’s the owner of a Los Angeles taco truck who dreams of becoming a respected chef and expanding her fleet, and whose greatest enemy is an unhappy food critic. Always hunting for her next great dish, the search eventually leads her to a near-fatal encounter with an interdimensional spider. Awaking in a strange world where words appear before her eyes, a talking tentacle befriends her, and people are trying to kill her, Nay learns she has the ability to become an Epicurist.

Being a hybrid dungeon core is complicated. Sarah’s being hunted by a kingdom, courted by a lich lord, interrogated by a magical library—and invited to far too many bureaucratic meetings. The kingdom wants her essence for an ancient apocalyptic ritual. The undead sorcerer wants her as the key to godhood. Sarah? She just wants five minutes without magical paperwork, assassination attempts disguised as tax audits, or armies trying to storm her defenses. Armed with snark, monsters, and questionable allies—including a runaway princess with suspiciously useful knowledge—Sarah must outwit...

A Satirical Fantasy Comedy He turned a Dark Lord’s speech into a squeaky remix—and now he’s being sued for it. Simon Thistle was a professional hero. Slash the boss, loot the treasure, mock the villain — repeat until retirement. At least, that was the plan... until Dark Lord Xylozhar got fed up with being beaten, humiliated, and teabagged on live broadcast. Instead of summoning another army of doom, Xylozhar did the unthinkable: he filed an official HR complaint. Now Simon's been suspended. Stripped of his sword, his loot privileges revoked, and sentenced to the worst punishment ...

With the way behind them sealed, the only way forward for Eve and her friends is down. Down the narrow steps carved into the mountain. Down into the oppressive toxic fog. Down into the Dead Fields. But the Dead Fields are not so dead as they seem. Things lurk in the mist, things far beyond the levels of Eve, Wes, Preston, and, especially, the hatchling Reginald.

Ominous obelisks land on Earth with a single message: Join the games to give humanity a fighting chance to survive... Or roll over and die. Too bad for them, Warren isn't the rolling-over type. Cancer may be kicking Warren's a$$, but he's not about to let aliens destroy his home and everything he loves (which is mostly just his dog, Buck). Besides, what does he have to lose? Better to die with sword in hand, bleeding out from a head wound than in some hospital bed...

Seth is down for the count. A strange artifact from another era has surfaced to contest Ace's claim to the elemental battlefield. Tensions rise between factions and the potential of a great calamity lies just around every turn. Life and death hang in the balance in Chaos Incarnate.

Anything that lives devours or is devoured itself. The fractured factions seek strength in the face of rising global instability while the gluttonous Chaos Dungeon begins its conquest of the Elemental Battlefield. With a veritable buffet of advancement for the taking, Ace strives to hit Platinum before a mysterious threat reaches his Core. Witness the struggles of those left standing after the jaws of death snap shut in Chaos Devouring.

When Morgan got hit by a car and died on Earth, he never imagined that he would be chosen by a god, little g, to be taken to another planet - a World governed by game-like rules. Especially since said god liked to have people call him the Great Lord, and had basically created an entire World to run experiments in. Nor could Morgan have ever imagined that he would find one thing that he had never really had on Earth: a real family. It's been years since Morgan started his second chance at life on that world, and both he and his friends have achieved great power as part of a Great Raid.

The megacity of New Montreal is under constant threat by the Antithesis, aliens who have transformed the landscape to produce swarms of creatures that feed on everything in their path. The city's infrastructure is in disrepair, and the politicians and corporations responsible for its maintenance have been slacking off, leaving angry citizens to fend for themselves.

The Sylph kingdom of Goldenalden is rife with conflict and intrigue, and Broccoli's newest friend, Princess Caprica Sylph, is right in the middle of the chaos. She's in desperate need of some friends who can help her navigate what's looking to be a heap of trouble. Most pressingly, there's the disappearance of a harpy delegation from the Harpy Mountains. After the entire small fleet, including several diplomats, fails to show up to one of the most important summits in recent history, it becomes overwhelmingly clear that something nefarious is afoot.

Dan has accidentally "Noclipped" into the Backrooms—a bizarro, extra-dimensional Alice-in-Wonderland world, overrun with horrific nightmare creatures known as the Dwellers. No one ever gets out. Hell, forget about leaving, if Dan wants to survive the week, he's going to need to harness the strange game-like magic of the Backrooms, make some very sketchy allies, and carve out a little safe haven to call his own.

Fourteen-year-old Ozzy lives near Portland, Oregon, and is desperate for help. His scientist parents have been kidnapped after discovering a formula that enables mind control. Their work was so top secret that Ozzy is afraid to go to the police, but without help, he fears he'll never find his parents. Then he stumbles across a classified ad in the local newspaper that says "Wizard for Hire. Call 555-SPEL." Ozzy has read about wizards in books like Harry Potter, but wizards couldn't exist today, could they? After Ozzy meets the wizard Labyrinth - a.k.a. Rin - he's even more skeptical.