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[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] Georgia Lewis had a carefully planned future. Marrying her longtime billionaire boyfriend, inheriting stability after the tragic death of her brother, and raising her orphaned niece in peace. Her brother’s death at sea, bruised and thrown to the waves, was declared a drunken accident pinned on a disgraced ship captain. The case was closed, but the wounds never healed. Georgia is left to pick up the pieces: taking over their bankrupt business, dodging loan sharks, and the angry people whom her father and brother owe… in fear. When her wealthy fiancé proposes marriage, promising protection and financial freedom, she accepts, not only for love, but for survival. But everything was shattered in an instant. Georgia was pushed overboard into the midnight sea. Thought dead by everyone on the ship, she survives... barely... only to be rescued by the last man she ever wanted to see again— Captain Nicholas Knight, the man once accused of her brother’s murder. Stranded on his cargo ship, Georgia is forced to trust Nick as she recovers. He’s intense, stoic, and shockingly kind—nothing like the killer she imagined. As the days pass, she learns more about who Nicholas really was, but Georgia remains haunted by betrayal and secrets. Nick risks his life for her. With survival as their only priority, passion burns hotter than the sun. But despite his hunger for her, he refuses to take advantage. Instead, he vowed to protect her, not use her. He teaches her how to fight, how to survive—and how to trust again. Determined to protect Georgia, Nick finally steps into his destiny. But enemies are everywhere. As passion and danger collide, Georgia and Nick must fight for their future, outsmart powerful enemies, and uncover a murderous conspiracy hiding in plain sight. But revenge comes at a price, and so does love. Yet the more she resists him, the more addicted she becomes. And when the world wants to silence her… He’s the only one who’ll burn it down to save her. Excerpt: “Goddammit, wake up! Don’t you dare die on me! I swear, if you make me regret jumping from that fucking moving ship—!” Her lashes fluttered, blurred by seawater and tears. “Are you awake?” the voice came again. He was closer now, his breath warm against her cheek. “Can you hear me?!” “I’m begging you… Someone tried to kill me… Don’t tell anyone you found me…” His brows furrowed. “What…? Were you pushed overboard?” Georgia barely managed to nod. But her body had had enough. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers slipped from his shirt, and her head fell against his shoulder just as she whispered, “Yes…” Then the memories crashed back. Salt water, freezing winds, her body going numb in the ocean… “Oh good, you’re awake,” Nick said and strode toward the bed. “Don’t come any closer!” she hissed. "I swear to God, I’ll scream the ship down if you come one step closer, you pervert!” “I know you...” Nick stiffened. “What now?” “You murdering son of a bitch!” she roared. Georgia grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. “What the hell? Are you insane?!” he barked, dodging the pillow. “You’re Nicholas Knight! You killed my brother!” Seeing her trembling, he lifted her effortlessly. “Let go of me!” she shrieked, squirming violently. “Stop—shit!” Nick lost his balance. “Maniac!” she declared. That’s when he felt it. Something soft. Plush. His head dropped like a guillotine blade, fast and sharp. His eyes locked on his right hand, which was currently cupping her like he was holding a fragile fruit from the gods. His soul left his body. But his body betrayed him. He was as hard as rock in an instant… Eyes bulging, jaw dropping, Nick choked on a curse. “Fuck.” Too bad he whispered it directly into Georgia’s face. Georgia's knee rocketed upward like a heat-seeking missile. “How dare you touch me, you Captain Pervert! Murderer!” she hissed. Nick wheezed in pain, clutching his groin. “I saved your life…”

Yun Zai, the legendary Sovereign of the Nine Skies, defeats the final Demon Wielder at the cost of his life. As his body crumbles, his soul is transported into the dying body of a frail, bullied student named Lin Feng. Awaking in a powerless, mortal body, Yun Zai quickly assesses his new reality. When three bullies attempt to beat him as usual, he unleashes a wave of raw soul force, shocking them and declaring his return. Though the world sees a weak orphan, the Void Lord has been reborn—and he's ready to rise again.

The ordinary youth lacked the exceptional talents of his peers, yet he possessed a shocking heritage, bearing a mysterious bloodline and harboring the spirit of the Evil Dragon. A deadly incident caused the youth to fuse with the Evil Dragon's memories and his Martial Soul, his divine might shaking the heavens! The dormant dragon was startled awake, its roar shaking a thousand mountains.

There once was a Skeleton Demon King so dreadful that even the gods were vexed by him. “If you do our work for us, we’ll turn you into a human.” However, the gods deceived him with a fraudulent contract and sealed him away. “Now that the Demon King is gone, let’s eliminate all demons.” “For demon subjugation and evangelism alike, let’s entrust it to the precious [Saint] on our behalf.” “As for that insolent Skeleton Demon King… let’s torture him for life, imprisoned within a maggot.” That’s definitely what happened, and yet. “Oh my, baby Saint, you’re awake?” He had become the Saint? Moreover, the son of a Duke of the Holy Empire that sustains the gods? Then, if he destroys this country, won’t the gods also be destroyed? “Oh my, why does the baby Saint seem so pleased?” “Baby Saint, this is the hateful Skeleton Demon King’s toy. Would you like to break it once?” “The great gods have reclaimed everything from the Skeleton Demon King who insolently challenged a god despite not knowing his place.” …Let’s destroy this country. Let’s destroy it while taking the gods’ backbones as well.

Hua Jing was on top of the world. On the day she was to receive her Lifetime Achievement Award, she was involved in an accident which made her go into a coma. When she opened her eyes, she realized she was not in her original world but a world that was very unfamiliar! As soon as she opened her eyes, someone said by her ears, "Young miss! You are finally awake! Thank God. We can now begin preparations for your honeymoon!" Hua Jing was surprised. Honeymoon? What honeymoon? She was a proud single woman after that idiot Xu Ming had cheated on her so there was no way she could be married! When her senses fully return, she realized she has been transmigrated into a different universe and she truly has a husband and what was more surprising, her husband has six more wives! What a cheater! She clicks her tongue as she chases him away on the date he was to spend the night in her chambers! Her maid quickly shouts, "Young madam! You cannot treat the Prince of the Kingdom like this! Prince? Did she just say Prince? Hua Jing is confused. She desperately wants to go back! When she finally sees the Prince's real face, she realized he resembles someone from her other universe! Isn't that her enemy number one, the big star Fu Jing Rong? Oh Lord, how could that unreasonable man be her husband! Unacceptable! Totally unacceptable! ... My work is participating in a Contest. Please support by adding to your library.

This story is kind of based on the Arthurian legend. ******* He was called many things. Bastard, the False King, The Traitor, Treacherous Knight. Sir Mordred was a villain, one who according to the prophecy of the grand wizard Merlin, would destroy the kingdom of King Arthur Pendragon. And he did but at the cost of his life. As he lay dying on the bloody ground of Camlann after the mighty clash between him and Arthur, a bloody tear fell down his face. All he wanted was to be acknowledged by his father but all the things he did eventually led to disaster. Now with death’s cold hands grasping him, he hoped for a short peace before the fiery rings of hell. But that was not the end of his journey. ******* “Hold up.” “What is that infernal noise?” “Oh my goodness! It's driving me crazy! And it's not stopping!” Mordred sprang awake, slamming his fist on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 'What in Merlin's Beard is happening!?', he thought when he realized something. Well, a lot of things. First of all. How the heck is he alive? Second. What is a digital alarm? That's when memories that didn't belong to him flooded his head. They felt familiar but everything was wrong. How the heck is Morgan Le Fay his sister? She was his aunt! And how is the wizard Merlin so young! “Oh. I get it now”. He, Sir Mordred has been reborn in the body of a different version of himself, in a modern and futuristic world where he is the youngest son of Arthur Pendragon. But even in this world, He is the hated son of the High King. "Now what?", Mordred realized that the world he is in now is different from his previous one, with the only familiar details being the names of the people he knew. “Oh? Are you still reading?” Mordred smiled, looking at the readers. “Well, how about you join me on this new crazy journey in a crazy new world of heroes, villains, monsters, and even gods?” “Are you ready?” "Let's go!" ********************************************** The story is loosely based on the Arthurian legend. I am only using the popular names but the plot is different. The story is purely fictional with a few things from the actual legend being incorporated along with some stuff from other popular works. The characters may have different personalities from the original ones from the legend. There will also be names that may seem quite familiar as well. The cover image doesn't belong to me. Please check out my other work: The First Deviation.

All Winter Cross wanted was to escape the suffocating grip of her adoptive family — the largest and most powerful werewolf bloodline in existence. Tired of their rules, their violence, and the darkness that came with their world, she longed for freedom. So, she made a choice: to carve out a new life for herself far away from werewolf politics and power plays, and accept a quiet, stable job at Riggs Corporation. Just when she thought she had finally escaped the shadows of the werewolf life she so bitterly despised — a life she wanted no part in — fate intervened in the most unexpected form: her boss. Charming, enigmatic, and impossibly magnetic, he made her heart race in ways she couldn’t explain. Against every wall she had built, she fell for him — hard, deeply, and helplessly. What she didn’t know was that the man who stirred her every emotion and invaded her thoughts was hiding a devastating secret — he was the very Rogue her adoptive father had spent years hunting, the one threat that kept him awake at night. Her father’s worst nightmare… and her heart’s desire. Now, torn between love and blood, secrets and loyalty, how would he keep the truth from her — and when it finally came out, how would Winter bear the unbearable truth? That the man she had fallen madly in love with — the one who was equally, desperately obsessed with her — was not only a werewolf, but the enemy she had spent her whole life taught to hate?

In a world where humans live under the watchful eyes of legendary Phoenixes, the fragile balance between dimensions is about to shatter. Alice, Ashen, Raven, and their friends get caught in a deadly game between ancient forces and futuristic threats; battling terrifying demons, unlocking forbidden keys, and navigating towers filled with danger where every choice means life or death. Born in a future where myth and tech collide, they uncover dark secrets behind gates that separate their world from demonic realms gates that only a golden key can open. But this key isn’t just a relic from the past; it holds a power that can rewrite destinies and bend reality itself. As they step deeper into the unknown, they must outsmart cunning demons, master mysterious power systems called “Tiers,” and face the shadows of their own hidden pasts. Time flows differently here what’s minutes outside could be lifetimes inside. Trust is fragile, and betrayal lurks closer than they think. Will they survive the trials ahead, or become pawns in a war beyond their understanding? The fate of their world and maybe all worlds hangs by a thread, and only the bravest will rise to challenge the legacy of the Phoenix.

He Was Buried For Centuries. Now, He’s Awake... And Hungry. Basid, an ancient vampire feared by kings and hunted by his own kind, has returned. But he's not after power or vengeance — he's after blood, chaos, and the final truth of his cursed origin. The vampire world is broken. Elders have vanished. Hunters rule with silver and fire. But one girl, untouched by his charm and marked by fate, might hold the key to either his rebirth or his doom. As kingdoms fall and old legends rise, Basid must choose — to become the savior of the night... or its final destroyer. > In this tale of blood, betrayal, and immortal hunger — only the strongest will survive. And only one will rule the darkness.

In a world where magic survives through shattered remnants — the Shards — Aïra has sworn never to awaken them again. Her rare power cost her father’s life. But when assassins come for her, a broken hourglass shatters… …and a demon's blade stirs awake. A broken weapon. A cursed pact. A burning thirst for vengeance. Magic is broken. So is the world. And Aïra has no intention of staying silent.

When an ordinary college trip leads Kartik to a chilling encounter, he’s thrust into a realm of living myths, forgotten villages, and silent watchers. As whispers of long‑buried legacies stir awake, Kartik finds himself drawn deeper into a war he barely understands—where every choice demands sacrifice, and every secret carries a price. Monsters wear human faces. Friends might be foes. And the greatest danger may lie not in what hunts him… but in what awakens within. Power tempts. Fate hunts. And somewhere in the dark, something waits, watching

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

He wasn’t the strongest. He wasn’t the fastest. And no—he wasn’t born chosen. His name was Kamanuzzaman, and if history remembers him, it will not be because of fate. It will be because he broke it. He grew up watching the same loop: the powerful rising, the powerless repeating. Justice postponed. Mistakes recycled. Hope dangled like bait in front of those too tired to question. Some called it society. Others called it balance. He called it a curse with a pretty name. The world doesn’t need heroes. It needs a malfunction. If history is a wheel, then he will be the stone in its spokes. He was quiet at first. Observant. The kind of boy who never spoke in class, but always knew the answer. They thought he was harmless. Until the patterns started to make sense to him. And when patterns make sense, so do their weaknesses. He didn’t want to save the world. He wanted to change the rules it played by. Not to become a god. Just to stop being a pawn. They fear being wrong. HE fear being right—because it means this system works as intended.” There’s a legend passed down in his world, from a philosopher named Sir Faiyaz Hasan, a man who once whispered: All truths rot into rules. And all rules become prisons. Kamanuzzaman listened. He listened too deeply. Until silence itself began to echo. They called him mad, but he was just more awake than they could bear. This is not a story of light versus dark. There are no heroes here. No villains. Only recursion… and the boy who defied it. This is the story of The Hollow Resonance— The moment when an ordinary boy refused to live inside a repeating answer, and chose to become the error in the equation. He don’t want to live forever. he want to live once—and make it impossible to forget.

She was erased from every system. Buried in the cold core of a dead prison planet. Labeled dangerous, forbidden, and lost. But now—she’s awake. In a world ruled by algorithms, empires, and emotionless AI, Basid is a ghost the system couldn’t kill. A woman once built to lead an empire… now back to burn it down. Hunted by cybernetic assassins and data-hungry corporations, she doesn’t remember everything—yet. But one thing is clear: She lives beyond code. And she wants revenge. Step into a neon-lit world of betrayal, resurrection, and post-human power where memories are encrypted, trust is a virus, and the most dangerous weapon… is a woman who shouldn't exist.

hunter awake after he believe he's being killed by a bear he hunted, but he awake in anothe place where it more dangerous than he loved before

[The first fifty or so chapters are basically, in some way, a slice of life. MC walking his own pace. The story gets serious after some time.] [Two chapters a week!!] Frizz never really had any big ambitions, yet he was never content with his life. He longed for excitement but lacked the motivation to look for one. After recently graduating college. He squandered his opportunities, wasting his potential. An unmotivated, lazy, and boring person. Effort was an alien concept to him, preferring to idle by. Then an opportunity arrived. A system and but that's it. No gates opening, no mystical equipment, no fantastical monsters, and no gods with schemes. Just a cold, mechanical interface in a world drowning in mundane horrors: corruption, crime, and the soul-crushing grind of life. For the first time, he’s wide awake and with the System's perks, he's ready to smash his dull life to the ground. However, he's not the only one playing this game…

Population: 6,572. At least, that’s what the sign says. But I haven’t seen half those people in years. I’ve lived in Elmwood my whole life. It’s quiet, tucked between dense woods and darker secrets. People vanish here—sometimes without a trace, sometimes leaving behind just enough to keep you awake at night. The town pretends everything’s fine. It’s not. Lately, something’s changed. The air feels heavier. The nights stretch longer. And the things we used to whisper about? They’re not stories anymore. I keep telling myself I’m going to leave. Bag packed. Car half-fueled. But every time I try, something stops me. Maybe the town won’t let me go. Or maybe I stop myself cause deep down… I want to solve these cold cases

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "...I have to choose a King Consort right now?!" No sooner did the young woman from Earth awake in the body of Empress Isabelle of Nevremia than she was informed she'd have to choose a King Consort to keep her throne. While she was still trying to get used to her new body, new world, and new position, her advisors insisted she marry some stranger to retain her power. "But don't Empresses get to make the rules?" As Isabelle Von Nevremia. not only is she the revered empress of a powerful country, but she has access to a special status system, which allows her to read people's names, skills, moods, and even their kinks. As well as that, there's some kind of mysterious 'challenge' system that awards her 'skill points' for successfully completing challenges. ...But all the challenges are just seducing people. How tacky... "...If I'm going to be Empress, then I won't have a king! I'm going to have a harem!"

"This world is perfect. And that's the problem." At first glance, Bright High Academy is a beacon of order and achievement. Students wear pristine uniforms. Teachers smile with calculated warmth. And every rule is followed without question. Perfection isn't encouraged here-it's enforced. Ken Voss is just another student, or so he pretends to be. Quiet. Unremarkable. A face in the crowd. But beneath the silence is a storm waiting to break. Because Ken remembers something he shouldn't. A whisper of another boy. A blood-stained memory. A song about lies. And a name no one dares to say aloud: Dawn. Misty Reverie is bright, bubbly, and too perfect to be real. But behind her smile is a secret buried so deep, even she doesn't know it's there. Until something triggers it. Until she begins to remember the rain. When a cryptic message is broadcast through the Academy-"This is Ken Voss. And I'm awake now."-everything changes. The illusion begins to crack. Truths long buried claw their way to the surface. Classmates disappear. Teachers become jailers. And the real curriculum reveals itself: Obey, or be erased. Now hunted by the very system meant to protect them, Ken, Misty, and a handful of forgotten students must uncover the truth about Bright High, their stolen pasts, and the terrifying reason this "perfect" world exists at all. But survival won't come without a cost. Because in a society built on lies, the truth is the most dangerous weapon of all.

Valen is seventeen, broke, and utterly alone. After his parents' death, he drops out of school and sinks into quiet despair, surviving in the shadows of a forgotten city. One day, in a haze of grief, desperation, and a dangerously strong brew of coffee and... something else, he collapses—only to awaken in a world eerily similar to his own, but twisted, empty, and wrong. Somehow, the coffee gave him a doorway. Now able to travel between two worlds, Valen discovers his strange brew does more than just keep him awake—it changes reality. With nothing left to lose, he begins selling coffee from his rundown home, attracting customers who want more than caffeine... and drawing the attention of things not entirely human. To survive, Valen must uncover the secret behind his cursed drink, the eerie world it connects to, and the cost of staying awake too long.

"Ding! Ultimate Primordial System is here" Karn a b.tech student from MANIT transmigrated to Indu's start, where aura warriors avail. And with it's awakening a powerful being sealed far away in universe awake, Why? Why he said "Finally, now revenge can be done" what is the mystery behind the Karn and how can he survive in this world with system. "Hello guys, I am an new Indian writer, mixing the concept of ancient Ramayana and Mahabharat into this novel and bacnkground of ancient Bharat. Hope to see your support with collections and power stones and if you have any suggestion and doubt feel free to comment it. And believe at the end of chapter 100 there will be major change in novel and you will like it" https://discord.gg/wPdChBdD and this is the discord group for Indian Novel Writers

As soon as he opened the door, a fast and light whisper of air passed through him. Through the window, small, light pink petals were now entering the room. One of them landed softly on the bed, and Lucian, following with his eyes, noticed the man who was now sitting, watching outside. He was awake. Nathan, noticing a presence, turned around, looking at the other man directly in his eyes.

Jack Johnson is jolted awake in his dorm room by a blinding flash of light. As his vision clears, he finds a radiant woman floating at the centre of his room Deyanira, the goddess of magic. She claims he has been chosen as her champion in a divine contest: a deadly game where only one mortal representative will survive to help their god ascend and rule the pantheon. Thrust into a world of magic, rivalry, and cosmic ambition, Jack must outwit and outlast the champions of rival gods. Will he rise to the challenge, or become just another casualty in the gods’ ruthless game of ascension?

One day, I was dying being stabbed by an “unsatisfied” client, leaving me in a cold dark alley with only my memories and regrets. I closed my eyes looking and my friend, the moon itself, my sole companion who will actually care for my final rest. The next day, I was awake and alive, in the same body type, but with a different face, a new name and in another place. I was not in that alley anymore, I was in an old vintage type of room. Next thing I knew, all the memories of the dead person whose body I took over came over me. Turns out, I, was now Amelia Cora Baker, a girl whose mother left her living in the family as a servant while she and her new family would get all the spoils and left Amelia to fed out of scraps. But I wasn’t going to let them use me as they see fit! I would avenge the original Amelia and impersonate her with my knowledge in business and marketing and get out of the house as soon as possible! My plan consists in getting out of the house, get a job or sell products as I see fit, find a place to settle down, create my own business and last but not least, stay away from snobby nobles and marriage proposals. Next thing I knew, I literally made my OWN Emporium! My life could not be better right? Wait, what do you mean that the pair of enslaved twins that I rescued, safely helped them and raised them, turned out to be big shots?! What?! You mean the baby girl who I found in the road was the lost princess of a neighbouring Empire?! Huh?! What do you mean that my little half-Elf boy became the new King of Elves? What’s next?! That the man that got me pregnant is actually the new Tyrant of this Kingdom?! . . . Oh no. . . . . . . Author’s note: If you are looking for: — A self-sufficient female main character — A unique plot — A mom-type of main character — Europe background — Steampunk technology — West Fantasy (elves, fairies, wizards,etc) You are in the right book! If you are looking for: — Cliche’s — Female main character who marrieds his one night stand. — Who is willing to be submissive to men. — Asian or East culture plot. Am afraid you’ll have to look for such book(s) else where. —————— 2nd author’s note: I left the story for so long, that I feel the need re-write it. I will rewrite. I suggest you keep an eye open for old chapters before new ones.

Chapter 1–4: The Manhole, the Slime, and the Truth I was just an ordinary office worker—living the same routine every day. Until one afternoon… I saw it. A manhole cover, left open in the middle of the street. Before I could step back, I slipped. Darkness. And then... a voice. > "Why are you here?" I wasn’t sure. Maybe this was a dream. Or death. A glowing white figure hovered in the void, then whispered: > "You shouldn’t be here. Let me send you somewhere else." A blinding light, and my body vanished. --- I woke up. But something felt… wrong. My arms, my legs—they were gone. > “What… am I?” I tried to scream, but all that came out were strange, garbled sounds—like a broken radio signal. Then memories—maybe someone else’s?—flashed through my mind. > "Don't leave me… please…" Panicking, I leapt toward a nearby mirror. My reflection? A blob. Yellow. Slime. I was no longer human. Outside the ruined building I’d woken in, I saw something horrifying: A massive zombie, rotting and growling. And beside it… a glowing scythe. The pain in my head grew unbearable—then I blacked out again. --- > "Yo! Finally awake?" A mysterious man, cool-looking, stood beside me—holding the same scythe. I wanted to ask where I was, but my voice was still all noise. A man in a white coat walked over: > “Fascinating… this one isn’t just any slime. Could be one of his creations.” > “You mean him?” > “Yes. But its purpose? Unclear. According to its growth rate, it should already be dead.” Dead? But I was still moving—still thinking! > “I’ll take him to the Slime Research Facility.” And just like that, I was handed over like some experiment. --- The "Reaper" (that’s what they called the scythe guy) took me to a strange city. Tall walls separated it from the wasteland outside. Here, humans and slimes lived together—some working, some just… existing. As we passed by, a golden-colored slime with a chef’s hat suddenly approached: > "Why are you following the Reaper? Shouldn't you be cooking or something?" I responded with my usual radio-sound mess. But strangely… the chef slime nodded. > "Oh, I see. If that’s the case, no problem… but you’re lucky he didn’t slice you in half."

Theo White blinks awake to the sound of a system message ringing through his ears. Welcome, adventurers, to your world of limitless opportunities. The game has begun. Elderspire Online, the most immersive VRMMORPG ever created, has just launched. Thousands of players flood its world, eager to explore, to fight, to carve out their legends. Theo is one of them. Or so he thinks. Something feels off. Fleeting sensations of déjà vu. Instincts that guide his actions before he even thinks. A strange log update that disappears before he can read it. But with chaos unfolding—players discovering they can’t log out, panic rising in the streets—he has little time to dwell on the unease twisting in his gut. Survival comes first. Answers can wait. But the world isn’t waiting. And as Theo moves deeper into Elderspire, he begins to realize that the greatest mystery isn’t how they got trapped. It’s why he feels like he’s been here before.

"Dead or alive, there will still be consequences to our actions." The things we leave behind our traces can and might get in our way along the road we choose to take. "So keep in mind that we should never overlook anything and anyone under any circumstances." Whether or not the situation is serious, it will always lead us somewhere. Meeting and parting ways in just a small amount of time can be traumatizing to an individual or pair. It is also normal in life but in this case, you must survive. Stay alive for those who are gone even if you can barely live. Do what you possibly can like risking your life just to save others. But is it truly worth it? Would you risk trusting a stranger in terms of your safety only because they know how to survive in such situations? Who knows if this person, in particular, would lead you all to a place free from those who mean harm? Or would that very person, themself become the main reason for all your deaths in the end? /8TH/

They tried to sever me. To cut my threads. Break my ties. Erase me from the pack. But my wolf was never waiting to be awake She was never there. Because I was never theirs. I shattered their altar. I broke their sacred trial. And three rulers and dropped to their knees, clutching their chests like the bond was a curse. Like I was. And their war general can’t feel our bond. He locked me away—he wanted me caged, but couldn’t stop watching. One doesn’t remember me, but his body does. Another fights the bond, but his hands betray him. The third would rather hate me than admit he aches to claim me. And the fourth? He’d rather burn the bond to ash than admit he’s already mine. They say I am cursed. They say I am dangerous. They call me the doom-witch—a cursed child, born without a bloodline. But no matter how far they run, fate will drag them back to me. Because they crave me. They burn for me. They were never meant to survive me. Their hearts. Their power. Their bodies. All of it belongs to me now. And I will ruin them—Slowly. Sweetly and Completely. Because now that I have tasted freedom, I won’t just take what’s mine. I’ll make them beg to give themselves to me.

Eric is given the opportunity to modify/create a simulation-world for himself and others to experience. "He can add magic, rules, and other things to his new simulation-world and he can also change the laws of nature, physics, reality and anything else that he wants" when it comes to his simulation-world until the creation of his simulation-world is "completed with his "modifications, rules, and creations" "continuing after his simulation-world's completion" for "all who or that whenever are at his simulation-world"". He realized that he can connect "the simulation-world he created" to other "simulation-worlds that were created/modified by other people who were given the same opportunity". Immerse into the Simulation-multiverse as Eric and others realize the true nature of the opportunity that they were offered. The Simulation is simply a passtime so that the people don't have "prescious long parts of their lives whereby they're ""not being able to interact with people" and "not having great experiences in their lifetime""". It's like so that a “Hospital patient who wakes up 30 years after first being a Hospital patient” doesn't have to find out that they only have like 15 years left to complete their “bucket list”". They might otherwise feel deprived of the "life experiences that they could have had during those 30 years had they not been “not awake” as a Hospital patient”.

Eric is given the opportunity to modify/create a simulation-world for himself and others to experience. "He can add magic, rules, and other things to his new simulation-world and he can also change the laws of nature, physics, reality and anything else that he wants" when it comes to his simulation-world until the creation of his simulation-world is "completed with his "modifications, rules, and creations" "continuing after his simulation-world's completion" for "all who or that whenever are at his simulation-world"". He realized that he can connect "the simulation-world he created" to other "simulation-worlds that were created/modified by other people who were given the same opportunity". Immerse into the Simulation-multiverse as Eric and others realize the true nature of the opportunity that they were offered. The Simulation is simply a passtime so that the people don't have "prescious long parts of their lives whereby they're ""not being able to interact with people" and "not having great experiences in their lifetime""". It's like so that a “Hospital patient who wakes up 30 years after first being a Hospital patient” doesn't have to find out that they only have like 15 years left to complete their “bucket list”". They might otherwise feel deprived of the "life experiences that they could have had during those 30 years had they not been “not awake” as a Hospital patient”.