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The Doomsday Pillars

Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess

When the world ended, Gu Qingran thought death was inevitable. Meteors rained from the sky, monstrous creatures rose from the wreckage, and civilization crumbled overnight. But instead of dying, she awakened the Omni-Alchemist System—a power that let her transmute materials, craft elixirs, and reshape reality itself. With the ability to turn scraps into weapons, poisons into medicine, and the dying into the evolved, she should have been humanity’s greatest hope. But power breeds greed, and soon, both survivors and monsters alike sought to claim her for themselves. As the apocalypse deepens, Earth begins merging with cosmic forces beyond human comprehension. With her own body mutating and her mind expanding past mortal limits, Qingran faces a terrifying truth: the more she masters alchemy, the less human she becomes. Should she fight to save humanity—or embrace evolution and ascend beyond it? One thing is certain: in this new world, alchemy is the only law that matters. Excerpt “Are you done glaring at me, or should I give you a real reason to be mad?” Gu Qingran’s blade was still dripping with blood, her breath coming hard and fast as she turned to face the man leaning casually against the broken wall. He looked infuriatingly amused—not at all concerned that she had just massacred an entire group of enemies. “Don’t test me,” she warned, voice sharp. “I’m not in the mood.” He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until there was barely any space between them. “You’re never in the mood. Unless it’s for murder.” She smirked, tilting her chin up. “It’s the apocalypse. What else is there?” His fingers brushed against her jaw—too soft, too knowing. “Survival.” A pause. “And me.” Gu Qingran narrowed her eyes. “You?” He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “I’m the only one crazy enough to stand by your side. And admit it—you’d be bored without me.” She scoffed, but she didn’t pull away. Damn it. He wasn’t wrong.
Little_North_Star · 1.5K Views

I'm Filming Variety Shows In Apocalypses

The best actor was shooting a doomsday movie when he suddenly transmigrated to a real doomsday world and became Aon Flearov, a young man with a huge debt and a blood-sucking family. What does one do in the apocalypse? Of course, shoot variety shows, live streams, do ads, act in movies, hold concerts and fan meetings— The whole showbiz world was placed in real apocalypses, and Aon, a newly-debuted doomsday star, was thrown to a random variety show to fight zombies! It was at this desperate moment that Aon awakened a superpower— A system. DING! [Heyo, dad, your son is online~] Aon: [Son, are you a farming system? A counterattack system? A pay-to-win system?? Anything will do!] The system instantly burst into tears: [B-but dad, I'm a superstar system!] And so, in a doomsday dating variety show: The system picked and chose a few "cabbages" seriously: [Dad, do you want to find me a zombie step mom or an alien step dad? Old or young? One, two, three, or four?] In a doomsday gourmet show: The system handed a frying pan, spatula, guitar, piano: [Go, dad! I want a stir-fry zombie brain, alien omakase, mutated beast AYCE, spirit plant pancakes— ] In a doomsday idol survival show: The system looked at the zombies and aliens crying on their knees, begging for mercy: [Dad! They're all moved by your singing! They want an encore!] [Dad! After you do the zombie dance, the zombies collectively change their race's name!] Doing part-time jobs in the eternal sun apocalypse, camping in a natural disaster doomsday, living with aliens, styling zombies in Doomsday Supermodel, turning into plants and fighting zombies, fighting against fellow doomsday celebrities in Doomsday Survival championships— Here, there are various shows you can and can't imagine. Name one, and it will come true. #An actor who cannot become a superstar isn't a good doomsday survivor# The three no: No R18 No harem No boys love— no bullying the author!
Zehell2218 · 6.1K Views

The Outcast: The Shadow of The Wall

"As the Supreme Commander of The Wall, my duty is clear: to hold back the threats from the south—mutant monsters, ogres, cyclops, or... hopefully not... the return of the orcs. The kings and lords of Middle Earth do not care. To them, we are just a bunch of 'Outcasts,' exiled criminals and soldiers pushed to the margins. That’s fine. It's better if they stay out of our way. Corrupt politicians rarely care about real security." He looks down at the Outcast barracks below, where the central headquarters commands the entire Wall, separating the south from the main continent. Wisps of smoke rise from the kitchens, carrying the scent of salty, stale soup. The Outcasts atone for their sins or suppress their grief through dangerous missions in exchange for a few gold coins, following the rigorous standards set long ago. Such is life at The Wall. "I, Oldman, am not a religious man. But I interpret the legacy of past eras as a reminder: The world has never truly been at peace. The evil forces of all ages—fragments, orcs, or dragons—will always lurk. Humans, dwarves, elves, whoever they may be, could end up killing each other, driven by cunning deceit. And now, the only barrier holding back the southern threat is The Wall... and us, the Outcasts. Perhaps history will remember us as nameless heroes, or perhaps it will forget us. But as long as I stand here, I will not allow the monsters from the south and other darknesses to spread across the continent again." "I am Oldman... In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path."
azvein · 1.6K Views

Doomsday Rewind: The Last Stronghold

Imagine this: I’m Li Wei, heir to one of China’s most powerful families. Wealth? Check. Power? Check. Perfect girlfriend? Check. Life is great, right? Yeah, until the world decides to throw a massive tantrum and end it all. One minute, I’m planning to propose to the love of my life, and the next? Apocalypse. Earthquakes, tornadoes, and then—zombies. Because, of course. Oh, and did I mention my so-called friends and girlfriend betrayed me? Yeah, they threw me to the zombies while they zoomed away in their shiny car. Thanks a lot, guys. You’d think that’s where the story ends, but nope. Plot twist: I wake up two weeks before the apocalypse with all the knowledge of what’s coming. Now I get a second chance to not be an idiot. But here’s where it gets even weirder. There’s this soldier who tried to save me right before the world fell apart. He died. I died. Everyone died. But I’m back—so is he, sort of. He’s like this half-human, half-zombie thing, and, surprise surprise, he’s here to help me survive and get revenge. Oh, and did I mention I’ve got these awesome thunder powers? Plus, I’ve got a mysterious system giving me the power to build a base. So now, not only do I have to survive the apocalypse, but I also have to raise these two adorable yet totally creepy twins who somehow popped into my life. They’ve got their own weird powers too. Yikes. Now, I’m not just trying to survive—I’m going to protect the twins, take down the people who betrayed me, and rebuild my life, one thunder-powered explosion at a time. So, yeah. Chaos. The apocalypse. Betrayal. Zombies. Robots. And a very dysfunctional family. What’s not to love?
Flame_Co · 661 Views

Another Doomsday: Carrying a House; Gaining a Cute Son and a Husband

Bai Xiaotong's biggest plot twist in life came through transmigration. However. instead of landing in a romantic fairytale or a fantastical wonderland, she found herself trapped in an even worse nightmare. A cataclysm so insane, it made her original apocalyptic world seem like a playground. In this world devoid of dungeon gates and dungeon breaks— hordes of walking dead carrying a deadly virus are piling up the streets instead. One bite doused in the mutated corpse's body fluid—that's all it takes to turn someone into a grotesque, withered monster. "What the hell? Do I have some skill that attracts tragedy and bad luck?!" Of all places to end up, why did she land in a starving world full of freakishly weak people who can’t even kill a single monster without ending up with a broken nose and smashed chin? Should she At least be grateful that she still has access to her house, even in the end of times? No that's hardly enough to compensate and appease her just thinking of the real kicker. It’s not the monsters; it’s not even the chaos—it’s the fact that... "Waaah! It hurts! My stomach’s going to burst!" "Ho-Honey!" 'Oh god, I think I broke my waaaaater!' "AHH! You stupid husband, stop minding the zombies outside and assist me already! Your unborn child is coming out!" How did she end up in a zombie apocalypse and wake up going through excruciating labor?! She’s never been to a relationship, and now she’s suddenly giving birth? Damn, this is insane. --- WSA2025 Entry
Azhe_ · 2.5K Views

The Kiss of The Moon

Luna é uma doce jovem marcada pela dor. Amparada por um parente após a morte de seus pais, quando tudo dá errado a jovem tem sua liberdade roubada e se vê encurralada em um caminho sem volta. Quando Michael Preston, sexto Duque de Blanchard, retorna à cidade após longos anos, não imaginava que poderia se apaixonar instantaneamente pela jovem mais intrigante da região. A proximidade entre os dois desperta em ambos um sentimento arrebatador capaz de enfrentar qualquer obstáculo. Mas Luna guarda um segredo, algo doloroso que pode colocar em risco não apenas o amor de Michael, como também a sua própria felicidade. – Você fala sobre amor, mas não faz ideia de que duas pessoas podem unir-se por simples e puro desejo. Para muitas pessoas, é o suficiente, afinal nem todos encontram o amor. Não na sociedade em que vivemos. – Não acredito – ela afirmou, tentando afastar-se daquele homem. – Gostaria de saber, senhorita, como o desejo pode influenciar o julgamento de uma pessoa? Ela rezava para que ele não percebesse o quanto estava desestruturada. Ele penetrara sua barreira através de palavras e ela nem percebera. Não teve chances. – O senhor está sendo inconveniente. – Luna apertou os lábios. Não sabia como reagir àquela situação. Mais um pouco e estaria perdida, precisava sair logo daquele jogo de palavras o qual ela não sabia jogar. – Talvez devêssemos voltar para o baile, vossa graça – continuou, então ofereceu a mão a ele para que voltassem, mas sua fuga foi totalmente frustrada quando, ao aceitar sua mão, Michael acabara trazendo-a bruscamente para ele. – Sinto muito – ele respondeu. – Mas eu odeio bailes. – E, dizendo isso, Michael levou a mão à nuca dela, selando seus lábios com um beijo inesperado.
yui_n · 350 Views
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