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Door Breakers

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
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Heaven Breaker: The Last Martialist

DUE TO MY ANOTHER NOVEL WORK (KALKI:THE ELEVENTH)THIS NOVEL WILL BE IN HIATUS.......WHEN MY CURRENT WORK COMPLETE I WILL RESUME THIS NOVEL WORK...YOU CAN FOLLOW THAT NOVEL WORK AND READ AND ENJOY THE MYSTERIOUS PLOT....THANKYOU.......When the world shattered, humanity awakened. A global Cataclysm tore through Earth, birthing monstrous gates, divine towers, and cosmic dungeons that reshaped reality. With the fall of modern civilization came the rise of Awakeners, individuals blessed with supernatural powers — fire, ice, shadow, lightning, time... and more. But only one awakened something ancient. Something pure. Something terrifying. Modern Martial Arts fused with All Elemental Internal Energy. Sage Hwan was a loner. A beautiful enigma. His skin glowed like pearl, his hair snow-white with frosted blue edges, and his ocean-blue eyes shimmered with a soul forged in silence. With an expression as cold as death and a body carved by wind—not muscle—he was ignored by the world, underestimated, ranked E-Class at awakening. But Sage had no time for weakness. What others called magic, he turned into technique. What others relied on as skills, he bent through telekinesis and martial instinct. His trait: a unique evolution-based internal martial art, able to absorb, merge, and weaponize all elemental energies with brutal efficiency. He begins his journey at the bottom: Training in abandoned lots. Fighting goblins. Climbing low-level towers. Each day, he awakens a new flow. A new strike. A new cruelty. And each enemy he meets—whether beast, awakened, demon, or god—learns one truth: “Mercy is for those I respect. You’re not one of them.” Themes & Elements: • Slow progression: Sage starts from the bottom and climbs steadily with hard training, discipline, and combat. • Dark Protagonist: Cold, ruthless, cruel to enemies. But kind to children, weak civilians, elders, and those who don’t deserve violence. • Unique Power System: No generic swords or magic. Sage masters an evolving martial style that blends Murim traditions with elemental awakening and modern telekinesis. • Towers & Gates: Inspired by Solo Leveling and Second Life Ranker, the world features divine towers that change, gates that open to eldritch dimensions, and guilds competing for supremacy. • Rivals, Factions, Bosses: Each arc introduces elite fighters, mythical enemies, and twisted awakeners who seek to control the new world. • Philosophy vs Power: The story explores the nature of strength—earned vs gifted—and the thin line between godhood and monstrosity. Tone: • Gritty, violent, and stylish. • Arrogant but calculated protagonist. • Cinematic fights with martial arts choreography. • Emotional moments with the weak and innocent. • High-stakes guild wars, tower ascensions, and dimensional crises. By Chapter 100, Sage stands at the peak of existence — not as a hero or villain — but as the Last Modern Martialist, a relic of discipline in a chaotic world, unmatched and unbreakable.
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