Dust Realease

The end came not with a bang, but with a creeping mist. When the Blood Tome materialized in the hands of the living, survival hinged on one cruel truth: only those who bound themselves to monsters could endure. Ethan stood over the writhing, grotesque form of his once-familiar roommate, a cold blade gleaming in his hand... The world was no longer theirs. Flesh-hungry abominations, skittering horrors with too many eyes, and towering behemoths that blotted out the sky— Cities fell, civilizations turned to ash, and humanity became little more than cattle for the things that now ruled the earth. To turn the monsters against themselves. Yet, as he ventured deeper into the nightmare, he began to unravel a secret far darker than the apocalypse itself. The power to fuse with the monstrous came with a cost—one that could erase the very essence of who he was. And the line between hunter and hunted was vanishing fast. In a world where everything could be merged, Who would remain when the dust settled? And what would they become? The mist was only the beginning. The true horror lay in what humanity would do to survive.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you." Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister. "Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me. And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath." Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life. "Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..." My throat tightened. "If I fail?" The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm." What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

Glenn Hughes had spent most of his life confined to a hospital bed. Brilliant yet shackled by a cruel fate, he endured ten long years under the relentless weight of an unforgiving disease. Between medications, surgeries, and agonizing treatments, death had begun to seem less like an end and more like a mercy. But when he finally closed his eyes for the last time… rest did not come. The stench of sweat, dust, and blood was the first thing to greet him. Shackled, filthy, and drained of strength, his body was no longer his own. He was no longer in a hospital but in a cell. No longer a patient, but a prisoner. “What the… what the hell is this?” Glenn had been thrust into a world of steel and prana, reborn in the body of a condemned slave. Once a noble, now nothing more than a number among the damned. Yet, something was different. There was a reason he was still alive. Witness Glenn’s transformation as he is dragged through agony and ecstasy, suffering and desire, boundless pleasure and unrelenting torment—all while shouldering a burden so crushing that any other man would break. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ No netorare (NTR), no system, no incest, no consanguineous relationships.

In a world overrun by demons and wreaking havoc, people rise up as one to repel this aggression.In this story, its hero, John Verita, appears.To save the world from the tyranny of Satan and achieve balance hand in hand with the protectors of Light organization.

In a cultivation world where geniuses soared like dragons and prodigies shone like stars, strength determined one’s destiny. Empires rose and fell with the swing of a cultivator's sword, and immortality was the ultimate prize. Magical beasts roamed the wild lands, ancient sects guarded forbidden techniques, and the heavens themselves favored the talented. But Aayan was none of those things. A below-average student at the prestigious Skyfall Academy, Aayan was nothing more than a speck of dust in a world of blazing suns. Mocked by his peers, ignored by mentors, and overshadowed even by the most mediocre cultivators, he had no talent, no skills, and seemingly no future. His life was destined to be one of failure, forgotten before it ever began. Until that day. When Aayan hit rock bottom, beaten, humiliated, and left to rot in despair, a voice echoed in his mind: [System Initialization Complete."] [Damn Fucking God System Activated.] [Host: Aayan. Status: Pathetic Loser.] [Objective: Conquer the World, Dominate the Strong, and Build the Ultimate Harem.] With the Damn Fucking God System—a cheat-like existence capable of making the impossible possible—Aayan’s life took a dark, thrilling turn. No longer bound by the rules of cultivation, he rose from nothing, turning humiliation into dominance and weakness into overwhelming power. This is the story of how a worthless boy became the most feared man in the world, with powerful women kneeling at his feet—not out of love, but pure submission. Highlight Features of the Damn Fucking God System (DFGS) for Harem Building: Harem Domination Protocol: Analyzes a woman's deepest desires, fears, and weaknesses, providing Aayan with strategies to seduce, manipulate, or dominate them completely. Whether it's a proud princess, a cold-hearted assassin, or a goddess from another realm—no one is beyond his reach. Charm Enhancement: Passively boosts Aayan’s charisma, making his presence irresistible to women. His voice, scent, and gaze can stir emotions ranging from fascination to uncontrollable desire. Seduction Quests: The system generates personalized missions like "Break the Ice Queen’s Pride" or "Tame the Demoness in Bed," with rewards including new abilities, cultivation techniques, or rare artifacts upon completion. Dual Cultivation Mastery: Grants Aayan forbidden dual cultivation techniques that not only enhance his power through intimate acts but also make the experience addictive for his partners, ensuring their loyalty. Emotional Control Field: A hidden ability that subtly influences the emotions of those around Aayan, making it easier to create bonds, spark jealousy, or ignite passion when needed. How Aayan’s Life Changes: From a pathetic, ignored failure to a ruthless conqueror, Aayan’s transformation is nothing short of monstrous. No longer begging for scraps of attention, he commands respect, fear, and desire. His enemies tremble at his name, while the most untouchable women fight for his attention. But power comes with a price. As Aayan climbs higher, he faces not just external threats from jealous cultivators, sects, and even gods—but also the growing darkness within himself. This isn’t just a story of power. It’s a story of domination, desire, and the rise of a man who refused to be forgotten

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted its wielder otherworldly power. Countless powerful Magi from all across the universe waged an epic battle over it. When the dust settled from their fierce clash, the artifact disappeared, awaiting to be inherited by one with great destiny. Adam dreamed of breaking free from the grip of poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. However, learning magic was an expensive aspiration. Not only did it require talent, but also vast resources, neither of which he had. But one day everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Join my discord: https://discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv

Zeriel is a powerful CEO, a multi-billionaire known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, a man who has everything,except a heart open to love. To the world, he’s a shrewd businessman with no tolerance for weakness or attachment, but in truth, Zeriel hides a far darker secret. He is not human, but a hybrid of two fae lineages: one dark, one light. Born with ethereal wings and supernatural powers, he’s spent his life concealing his true identity, blending seamlessly into the human world. But Zeriel’s existence is shadowed by a curse: he is destined to die at thirty, a fate decreed at birth for being an “abomination” in the eyes of his people. To escape this grim destiny, Zeriel fled the fae realm and made a life among humans, focused solely on finding a way to break the curse. Love is not only unimportant to him; he believes it is a weakness, a trap for the foolhardy. Until he meets her: a human woman whose spirit challenges and infuriates him in equal measure. He despises her fiery resilience, her ability to see through his hardened exterior—but he is helplessly drawn to her, feeling emotions that had long ago turned to dust within him. As he battles his growing feelings, Zeriel is thrust into a dilemma. If he opens his heart to love, will he weaken himself and risk his only chance at survival? Or could this forbidden love hold the key to saving his life, transforming him into something his people could never imagine? Join Zeriel on a perilous journey where dark secrets unravel, battles are waged in both realms, and one love could alter the fate of two worlds. Will he defy his curse, or will his heart betray him when he needs it most?

Before her reincarnation, Jiang Nanfei, after marrying Huo Beijiang, led a troubled life which included the tragic death of her younger brother, the early loss of her parents, and betrayal from those she trusted the most. After being reborn, she thanked heaven and earth, shamelessly tried to get close to him, stick with him, make him hers. In this life, she wants to clean the dust off her heart and through her own efforts, achieve the life she desires. The beauty of life is not only about the scum man in front of her, or the pure lotus far away, it is also about the family behind her, the friends around her, and the man who loves her dearly.

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home. Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy. She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered. Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler! Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf. The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious! ** In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded. One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching. The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water. Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored? Personal Guard: ??? ** Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close. That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore." Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well? Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."

WARNING: R18+ Alpha Vesper: "Deal?!" Alpha Vesper proposed. "Deal!' Elara accepted relief washed over her face and gratitude in her eyes. "You will be a slave to no other one but me, you will serve and listen to only me, and henceforth you are mine…only!" his voice hushed out darkly upon her face. Even though his words had a heavy impact on her, she smiled and nodded. "Yes… I will be yours..." Alpha Harlan: "You are mine! You are not a slave to anyone... not even to me!" He declared, already up from the bed. His anger surfaced and his impulse was diving heavily like a beast that was just unbridled from its cage. Elara was not concerned by his action, she lashed out, "I would rather be a slave to him than be your mate!" Her words hit him like a heavy weight hitting an ice lake, it cracked and shattered his heart into a million pieces. "You are mine, Elara!" darkly and steadily he affirmed to her, "There is nothing you can do!" Alpha Zephyr: Inched from her face, he burrowed his gray eyes into her hazel eyes, her thoughts became visible to him. His hand caressed her hair down and stopped by her lips. "You might be my brother's Luna and the other one's slave, but to me, you are someone I will devour first." • • • Caught in between hatred, lust, and love! ___________________ A once Princess, sold as a slave, caught between Triplet Alpas who in turn become her haven, heaven, and also her hell! . . . Tormented by her uncle and betrayed by her brother, Elara, the Third-generation Wolf Princess of King Draven, the Alpha King of Romic Moon Pack, whose kingdom was ambushed and destroyed by his brother, Gathrick. Elara, having an inner wolf with two different colored eyes without a shifting ability, was assumed to be cursed. Right from the death of her parents, Elara was enslaved by her brother and uncle, tortured, tormented, and haunted until she was sold out of her Pack to the most powerful Pack. Elara with the mind of vengeance was caught between two out of the rogue triplet Alphas who couldn't accept a slave as their mate but rather claimed her as their throne's pet. Trapped in the domain of her mates, would Elara ever seek revenge and rise through the dust?

She was left where shadows gather, where no flowers grow. Raised among strangers, haunted by dreams that are not her own, and drawn to a darkness she cannot explain. Across two kingdoms—one of light, one of dust—powers shift, kings scheme, and ancient truths rot beneath gilded crowns. A shield guards the border. A ghost wears a crown. A lie lives as truth. And somewhere, in the quiet between heartbeats, something lost begins to grow.

Berlatar dimana dunia berubah selamanya. Retakan portal dimensi yang disebut Void Rift muncul secara tiba-tiba di berbagai belahan dunia, membawa bencana yang tidak pernah dibayangkan manusia. Dari celah itu, makhluk-makhluk mengerikan mengalir keluar, menghancurkan kota-kota dan mengguncang peradaban. Namun, di saat umat manusia hampir menyerah, fenomena lain terjadi para dewa menaburkan Dust of Light ke planet bumi sehingga debu cahaya berhamburan dari langit, membangkitkan sebagian manusia dengan kekuatan luar biasa. Mereka disebut Sentinels, prajurit yang mampu menantang kegelapan dan memasuki Void Rift dalam ekspedisi berbahaya demi menyelamatkan dunia. Bercerita seorang mahasiswa biasa yang bernama Kaelindra Azrath di tahun pertama kuliahnya, mengalami insiden mengerikan sekaligus membangkitkan kekuatannya menjadi seorang sentinel. Namun, saat kebanyakan Sentinels langsung menjadi pahlawan kuat, dia hanya mendapatkan kebangkitan tingkat rendah nyaris tidak berguna dalam menghadapi monster yang semakin mengerikan. Hingga suatu hari, ia mengalami insiden yang mengerikan ke 2 kalinya sehingga sesuatu dalam dirinya berubah. Sebuah suara asing muncul di pikirannya AI yang seharusnya hanya ada di laptopnya, kini menuntunnya ke jalan yang tak pernah ia bayangkan. Tanpa mengetahui bahwa dirinya adalah kunci dari sebuah rahasia kuno, Kaelindra perlahan-lahan melangkah ke takdir yang akan mengguncang dunia... dan mungkin, menghancurkannya.

In the galaxy of Shunya, where astral energy reigned supreme, war was the natural order. Middle and low-level worlds clashed endlessly, each striving to break the elusive Level 25 cap, a threshold that only a rare few could surpass. What began as small skirmishes, driven by greed and necessity, soon spiraled into full-scale wars. Empires bled, kingdoms burned, and cities crumbled to dust. But when conquest within a world was no longer enough, warriors turned their gaze outward, invading distant realms, subjugating worlds, and harvesting the astral cores of beasts and humans alike. For those who sought power, the path forward was paved in blood. And amidst the carnage, something unnatural was born. From a sea of blood, an Entity awakened, adrift in a world of war, with no memory of his past or identity. Accompanied by a wolf and an old man, he set forth on a journey to uncover the truth, unknowingly carrying the power to reshape the fate of worlds.

Before the fall, there was betrayal. Lucifer, the brightest of the angels, did not challenge the Creator out of ambition, but out of disdain. How could the angels, forged in perfection, bow before fragile creatures made of dust? His rebellion was not just an act of pride, but of fury against humanity. And for that, he was condemned. Cast into the abyss alongside his followers, he swore to destroy the world he so despised. For ages, his legions waited, but the prophecy marked the beginning of a new era. The gates of hell opened, unleashing demons, monsters, and beasts that plunged the earth into chaos and despair. Heaven and hell now prepare for their final confrontation, while humanity, caught between warring gods, struggles to survive in a world where hope is little more than a whisper in the shadows. The last battle has begun. And the fate of creation hangs by a thread.

Dustin Williams, Known throughout reality as Celestial Dustin, The King of Everything is done and dusted with life, having fufilled everything he set out to do painting himself to reality like painting on a canvas, he then writes down his autobiography, to inform and inspire future generations, he has seen his wars, countless wars, his bloodline has expanded and prospered throughout the cosmos for eons, but even an immortal being has an ending, but with his last moments he shares to us the tale of his rise to glory, Will you read it?

'The Weapon', that was what the soldiers called him. A young boy who ran into battle and simply killed what he was told to. All the higher ups used him as a tool, so calling him a weapon was rather fitting. He was a child who's talent was monstrous, he lived in a world where people produced 'Aura.' And although his Aura pool was rather large it wasn't what made him so monstrous, he possessed a Unique Attribute. The Corruption Attribute, it could stop natural regeneration, make the body and the ground crumble to dust. It made things decay and was like a poison. On top of that, he had a level of intelligence that would surpass even graduates of famous universities. His martial skills were also powerful, he could copy martial arts with a glance. However, he had been brainwashed and drugged to the point where he couldn't disobey. One night he was sent to battle and never returned. The Weapon only had one belonging, a book, it was the book written by the first person that he had killed. And he had reincarnated as a villain... _______________________________________________ All the art, the covers and in the images used in this book belong to their respective owners, I do not claim to own these images. I also recommend getting to around chapter 25 ish before deciding what to do, that's when stuff goes hard, everything before is more backround, information and build up. Oh and I got an Editor, WorthyAdversary, he edits from chapter 43 onwards And the MC won't be 'himself' for the first few chs, he'll be more of a mix between Valier and himself. But as the story progressess he'll start becoming himself again. https://discord.gg/8PS3PYeY Join the disc, it's got other authors and my editor in it!

Tigers beget tigers, and lions beget lions. But not in this case. Mao Jin, the only son of the Dust Valley Sect Master, became the laughingstock of the sect due to his trashy talent. At eighteen, he was still stuck in the Mortal Rank-1 realm, with no hope of breaking through to the next stage. Even his parents had given up on him as a cultivator, wishing only for him to live a mortal life. However, everything changed when Mao Jin earned his first income. That was when he realized—what he truly needed wasn’t talent, but money. With money comes unparalleled talents. From a nobody to a visionary, watch as Mao Jin transforms the Dust Valley Sect into a thriving business hub while rising to power!

Walking the earth with a sword in hand Love and hate freely without a plan Stray into the red dust and grievances rise Emotions become the hero’s demise A bloodstained dress is the emperor’s dream The battlefield is not what it seems One sword may bind or break the heart Next life we’ll stay forever apart ----- When a twist of fate causes high school junior Wang Jingyuan to transmigrate into an alternate universe—one where Wuxia and palace struggles play out in real life—she promptly finds herself deeply entangled in power schemes, war, and heartbreak. Left with only her wits, modern knowledge, and all the dramas she’s ever watched, she must navigate this new world and become the smart and strong protagonist of her own story—without losing herself. As the worlds collide and fates intertwine, will Wang Jingyuan find her happily ever after, or will reality shatter every beautiful daydream? ----- Note: This is an ORIGINAL story, not a translation! All rights reserved. Warning: There will be minor cursing in the story.

"Kill them all - every last member of House Grim must die tonight!" That was the last thing Renard heard before his world turned to ash. One night was all it took for him to lose everything - his family slaughtered, his home burned to ashes, all because the other Great Houses branded them traitors. They thought they wiped a noble line. Instead, they created a monster. Rising from the despair of losing everything, Renard became the beast Sovereign. He embraced the darkness and rose to the position of the 7th commander of the dreaded demon army. Leading an army of Demons and monsters, he brought three legendary Heroes to their knees and crushed four Great Houses to dust. But just as revenge was within his grasp, the champion of Humanity - Klean Weaver's holy sword pierced his heart. Renard thought that was the end. But something impossible happened. He woke up in the past, in a time when his family still lived and House Grim stood strong among the Eight Great Houses A second chance! A chance to change everything. That wasn’t all. For unknown reasons, he inherited the Legacy of the Devourer, a power that lets him consume the strength of his enemies. Was it a curse? Or a blessing? He didn’t know. But for Renard, it is simply a tool to protect what's his. The Lords of the Great Houses think they're untouchable in their high castles. They have no idea what's coming. This time, the Beast of House Grim hunts first!! *** Join the Discord for story discussion, events, character art and more.... Discord Link: https://discord.gg/YtJKT4kzEA

While players had gone off with their journeys and achievement in the game, Rylan was still stuck up in the middle of nowhere, finishing a clue that had left him in the dust compared to the other players. And finally, he had finished this endeavor and got a secret class, a class that was forgotten in the canal of history, a class that was once feared by the superpowers and top tier factions, the Weaver!

Zero had played the game 'Star Dust' for all his life and gave up everything for it, he had completed it at the cost of his life. And his wish was granted, he got transmigrated to the world of that game. But everything turns out to change, and his information is no longer reliable. Because of his ignorance to this fact he faces many obstacles on his journey to find new meaning in life.

A young man was living in the world of Marvel. With every step he took, new friends and enemies emerged. Against a god of war, his sword radiated immense energy, clashing head-on with divine might. As aliens swarmed the skies, invading his city, he raised his hand—spears of light and ice monsters materialized from his magic. When faced with a demonic being, his body was engulfed in a unique flame, and he charged forward with ferocity and power beyond that of mortals. Battling a master of magnetism, an individual capable of bringing about the apocalypse, a certain purple titan, and countless others, he stood his ground, wielding both intelligence and strength. Now, given the opportunity to access a powerful system linked to different worlds, this young man must carve his path in Marvel. Will he survive? Or will his fate be shattered, his existence erased like dust in the sands of time? Note: I)This book is a fanfic focous on Marvel. They not gone folow necessarily the UCM, but it will have influence. II)The protagonist will be OP, but will have growth. III)I dont have the rights to characters or contexts that are not entirely created by me. IG: @great.daoofspace

When the Great War finally came to an end and the forces of "good" emerged victorious, the once-mighty empire crumbled into dust. Its rulers were defeated, its armies scattered, and its legacy branded as a dark stain on history. But not all remnants of the fallen empire vanished. One survivor remains—a descendant of the so-called "evil" side. She is the last of her bloodline, carrying the weight of a shattered past. With the world now against her, she must decide: Will she seek revenge against those who destroyed everything she knew? Will she hide her lineage and try to live a life of peace? Or does fate have an entirely different path in store for her? In a world that refuses to forget the sins of her ancestors, she must carve her own destiny—whether in the shadows or in the light.

The world no longer is what it should be. The fall of humanity was a fast one. Free fall from a cliff and we just kept jacking our jaws. Tough. Oh, we are so tough. Till the Reaper shows up. The story follows a man named Thorne, who discovers a relic from the past. A story of love. A story of survival. A story of the future.

A once in a millennium event is currently being anticipated by all the people of Vesmir. They are outside of their own homes waiting for a special phenomen to happen. They gaze above the skies and saw the one of the two moons of their planet, slowly covered the sun. Suddenly the azure colored sky of Vesmir was hastily change its color into a dark crimson. When the sky of Vesmir became dark crimson, the people of Vesmir was amazed by the phenomenon they are seeing. After a while million of stars twinkle around the moon, slowly turning the dark crimson sky to its original azure color. Among those millions stars there were less than 0.0001.% star that shines brightly compared to the other stars. However, if you look closely as if the dark crimson sky was fighting the million of stars they get a stalemate. People then saw the second moon covered the sun. Suddenly the whole world was casted by shadow and darkness. All of the people of Vesmir suddenly felt feer and safe at the same time. Then after a while the sky returned to its original azure color because it was still in the afternoon. There is no million of stars. There is no dark crimson sky. In a old hut at the top of the mountain, an oldman with a white clothes. The oldman looks like a benevolent and you can see a white aura flickering on and off out of his body. He witness all this phenomenon at the hut's window. The catastrophe that was delayed are happening.The seal of the world are slowly weakening. That race will find this world. No, they already find it. The sacrifice that they made to hide this world from them this is lonely weakening. Alas it would still happen. Are all those sacrifice they did, are for these generation to face?" He asked weakly. No one answered. The oldman looks at his body. He saw his body was very slowly turning into dust. "I do not have much time. I need to inform the guardians of all the races about the impending storm that is coming. They need to focus to armed the new generation especially the Chosen Ones. They would be the the sword that would purge the chaos and shield that would protect it's people of this world from the chatastrophe that would happen. Those who have been sealed cannot do anything, the only solution is to train those new generation." Looking at the window, as he gaves at the sun. "The structure of the universe is gonna completely change in this era. Can this world survive?" The old man did not include the shadow in his premonitions and just bypass it. The old man stands weakly, get his walking stick then go wherever he plans to do. *** Argus Orpheus an orphan who survive from a Gate break. He lives for 10 years alone. "Argus Orpheus, Unique Class Awakener, Type: Summoner." A class that is said to be average by many. Argus was also walking a path of summoner no one has succeeded thus far. Argus awakened a power that was no being should possess. As he begins his journey, Argus slowly uncovers the truth of this mysteries about himself. Watch as Argus embarked his chaotic journey.

{WSA ENTRY 2025} "Really? So now I’m the demon? What a joke." A being stood in the void, radiating an aura so fierce it distorted reality itself. His malevolent form glittered in the abyss of nothingness, exuding an overwhelming presence. Space around him lay in ruins, torn apart by war. Wreckage of colossal battleships drifted aimlessly, while the massive corpses of fallen creatures floated in the endless expanse. His right eye, shimmering with a deep blue hue, seemed to embody time itself—wherever it gazed, time would freeze, accelerate, slow down, or even reverse. Its wavy aura pulsed with an eerie, undeniable power. His left eye, a swirling brown vortex, held the essence of space itself. It collapsed in on itself, revealing countless layers of existence, stretching far beyond the realm of the Zerothverse and into the unknown. He stood alone amidst trillions upon trillions of lifeless bodies—dragons, phoenixes, celestials, immortals, and beings of all races lay motionless, devoid of life. He was the only absolute existence in this vast expanse of emptiness. "You can still be good," they said. "There’s hope," they claimed… Hah! I thought only humanity was greedy, but you’re all the same. No matter your race, no matter your soul, your consciousness is tainted with the same selfish desires. His voice grew darker, colder, sending an unsettling chill through the void. "Maybe I had a choice once… but my only choice was death—a slow, agonizing death. And I… refuse to allow it." A wicked grin spread across his face as his aura surged violently. "I've always wanted to be the demon. A creature of chaos, born to thrive in war, to kill in agony. I am the perfect embodiment of destruction… I am the Demon. The annihilator of all things called ‘existence’!" His laughter echoed through the void as his aura erupted, consuming everything in its wake. The dead disintegrated into dust, stars exploded into nothingness, galaxies collapsed, universes crumbled, and entire multiverses vanished into the abyss. Even the vast emptiness of the Omniverse trembled before his will. And so, he stood alone—unchallenged, unshackled, and unrepentant.

A world, where people use others for their benefit. Where beasts run rampant. Cleverness was in the veins of humans. A single decision could change the lives of many. Humans were clever, beasts possessed power, and a being contained secrets of heaven and earth. But humans went against heaven and created what they called techniques. A war was a result of their folly. But war results in someone being a victor and makes them even more powerful. Many secrets, which were buried in dust. A history that shocked even the heavens. A man whose kindness resulted in a regret. To whom the righteous path and demonic path were just tools. *****/*****

Shen Weiyi has a younger, boy-next-door boyfriend whose allure lies in his height, long legs, and strong torso. With a wild mind and a talent for flirting, the eighteen-year-old Jiang is impulsive, fun-loving, and fickle, exhibiting both innocent and wolf-like traits at the touch of a button. Beloved by countless girls, he always thought Shen Weiyi, who would do anything at his mere call of 'sister', would forever indulge him, only to find she suddenly doesn't want him anymore. Breakups are breakups; whoever regrets it is a dog. Shen Weiyi, once red-eared and compliant to his every whim, now won't look back, leaving an eighteen-year-old Jiang's genuine liking turning into a resolute declaration of disinterest. 'Jiang,' she says, 'I date for happiness, not for extra headache.' Later, a desperate Jiang tries everything for her, getting injured in the process and lowering himself to the dust, only to see her blooming in another man's arms, which drives him to a jealous rage. Sheng Ting, the genius of the Z University, untouchable and seen by everyone as the embodiment of purity and restraint, had decided the names of their unborn children upon his first glimpse of Shen Weiyi. [Childhood friend VS Sudden love, not seeking the adoration of the whole world but asking to be your one and only exception in life.]