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Xingyi Fist Grandmaster Xiao Yi's soul transmigrated to another world. In this world dominated by Martial Artists, Xiao Yi obtained a Martial Soul that defied the Heavens, embarking on a journey to crush countless contemporary talents and achieve the status of Soul Emperor and Martial God. Shattering Heaven and Earth, breaking through the vault of heaven, he reigned supreme over All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

Ilyas wasn't supposed to be banished to the surface; he was a diligent and pure-hearted Vault dweller, so why? Why damn him to a desolate hell? But it wasn't as he thought it was. The surface wasn't just a figment of a bygone era devastated by an unfathomable war; no, it was a new era. A stronger era with things that shouldn't have survived, prospering. But worst of all, humanity wasn't the same. They were stronger, stranger and powerful enough to proclaim heavenly power. Yet once again, Ilyas the Vault Dweller, found himself in an unfortunate position, pestered and oppressed by those who consolidated power in the new world. Ilyas had already faced despair once; he wasn't about to again.

Lumisgrave was once a city of light, laughter, and life… until the Gates rose. Then the Gates emerged from the ground — and with them, silence… then chaos. Some Gates may be messengers. Some may be vaults. But one… is a prison. And it’s starting to break.

*PROJECT VIREX* Genre: Sci-Fi | Thriller | Psychological Drama | Bio-Horror Tags : • Slow Burn • Classified Files • Genetic Mutation • Global Stakes • Emotionally Complex Characters • Creature Horror ..................................... “ Buried beneath the ice, it waited. Watching. Learning. Growing. ” When an ancient organism is uncovered in Antarctica, the world is told it's just another climate research breakthrough. But inside Vault 7 — the most secure bio-containment facility on Earth — scientists begin to realize: this thing isn’t extinct… and it’s not alone... As systems fail and sanity unravels, a broken team of scientists, soldiers, and civilians must face the truth buried in their own pasts — and in the creature’s evolving biology. Because this entity doesn’t just survive...... It adapts. It remembers. And it’s already inside. What to Expect: - Realistic science woven with global conspiracy - Deep character arcs and emotional realism - A creature that doesn’t kill… it rewrites - Slow-building tension that explodes into chaos - Chapters include journal entries, memos, and logs — feel like you’re inside the story “ Some threats aren't meant to be contained. Some stories were never meant to be told. ”

I died, but instead of going to heaven, my second life began forcibly inside a novel. And of all things, to become the fake saint and villain ‘Ordell Kiris’! As if that’s not enough, I have to feed and support the terribly impoverished Grand Temple… 【To achieve 100% divine power, you need 10 billion.】 To prevent the end of the world, I have to restore the Sun God with money? What the heck, give me back my heaven. * * * I worked hard to make money by thoroughly exploiting my surroundings. But did I play the role of a saint too well? “If I had to choose between the Grand Temple and the Lady Saint, I would protect the Lady Saint.” The captain of the Holy Order, unaware that I’m a fake, declares that he will protect me. “After all, there’s no better vault than mine, right?” The original villain of the novel I happened to save insists on being my wallet… “Even if the Lady Saint is a fake, I have no intention whatsoever of letting her go.” Even the high priest who knows I’m a fake saint is holding onto me. Moreover, there is something quite suspicious about this world, to be considered merely a novel… Can’t I just go back to heaven?

"You don't lead by being right. You lead by doing what must be done—even if it ruins you." Ruel Varelli, the only son of a disgraced noble house, lives in exile at the Empire’s forgotten edge—a dying town where even hope seems too expensive. At eighteen, he finally attempts his long-awaited Talent Awakening… and fails. Branded with a lowly D-rank ability, Cold Touch, Ruel's dreams of reclaiming his family's honor seem more out of reach than ever. But when a strange screen appears before him, everything changes. [You have gained access to Enma and you have obtain its system!] [You have received millions of En Coins!] [Your talent has been upgraded!] [Quest: Raise your family to Royal Status.] With access to a hidden world, game-like systems, and a vault of otherworldly resources, Ruel begins a quiet revolution—from the shadows of exile to the halls of power. Yet the power he awakens isn't just new. Ruel inherits more than lost treasures—he inherits the legacies his forefathers buried: old alliances, buried enemies, and the unresolved wars they left behind. What starts as a mission to uplift his name becomes a struggle across worlds—one that unearths buried truths, invites divine intervention, and places Ruel at the center of something far greater than legacy. This is the rise of the boy history will remember as the one who turned disgrace into destiny. The one most often remembered alongside the phrase: "Grass to Grace." - - - Additional Tags: Interworld Travel • Politics • Strategic Power Climb • War • Godly Interference •

[P-CORE BIOS VER 7.3.1 INITIALIZING... 10%] [30%] [60%] [90%] [100%] [SUBJECT Kael - GENETIC MARKER: PHOENIX PRIME - CONFIRMED] [CRYO-STASIS SEQUENCE: ...100%] [NEURAL PATHWAY: STABLE] [VITAL SIGNS: DETECTED - SUBOPTIMAL] [LOADING PHOENIX CORE AI - DESIGNATION: ASHA] [ASHA ONLINE - AWAITING SUBJECT CONSCIOUSNESS] Asha: "Kael, your current objective is not to get eaten. My calculations give you a 37.4% chance if you actually follow my advice this time." Kael: "Right, Asha. 'I'll make sure not to be a snack by these mutated." He gripped his trusty pipe. "I still haven't met the others who are still sleeping in their pods. How can I think about being eaten?" He glanced towards the cryo-pods, 14 Beautiful girls still on their cold sleep. [Affinity System Sub-Routine... Online. Monitoring Subject Interactions.] Sera (her long silver hair glinting through her waist. Her arms crossed and glaring at Kael who just offered her a slightly squashed ration bar): "I don't need your help or your pitiful food! I can handle myself just perfectly fine..… I know this situation… is temporarily, everything will be fine." Kael: "Umm.. O-O-Okay. Just… eat this first it's the last one we have.. and you looked really hungry, Sera." Asha: "[Affinity with Subject Seraphina: -2. Critical Analysis: Subject exhibits classic tsundere defense mechanisms. Probability of her actually wanting the ration bar: 89.7%.]" Kael (to Asha,): "Umm.. Asha?.. What now?" [Humanity's Last Hope: Subject Kael. Current Status: Confused, but trying his best.] [Objective: Survive. Protect the 14 Girls. Maybe figure out what 'Affinity' means before someone hits *him* with a pipe.]

I Want Her Still By Princess Tobby Samson She came as the shy fiancée. She left with the most powerful code on Earth. Ana Ross never planned to live a lie. But when a ruthless crime lord threatens the lives of her mother and younger brother, she’s forced into the ultimate con: infiltrate the Lopez tech dynasty, pose as the billionaire heir’s fiancée, and steal the code that could rewrite the system. Her target? A secret vault buried inside the estate. Her challenge? Damien Lopez, brilliant, guarded, and unknowingly falling in love with the girl sent to betray him. As Ana slips deeper into Damien’s world, the lines blur between pretense and passion. He pampers her, protects her, and promises her a future she was never meant to have. But behind every kiss is a ticking clock, and behind every secret, a growing storm. Caught between two lives, Ana must make an impossible choice, protect the man she was sent to deceive, or save the only family she has left. Because love was never part of the plan. And in a world built on secrets the truth can get you killed.

This serialized story is told through the damaged lens of a mythic vigilante-haunted by a divine presence he was born with. By day, he upholds the corpse of law, by night he becomes judge, jury and executioner. The living embodiment of justice. Edward Quinn, barely twenty. Cracking under the weight of a city built to eat straight shooters alive. And Nearen - the voice of judgment that demands justice be executed. Follow the silent descent of the vigilante into the bowels of Promise City, Vault City's rotten core. And the global wreckage left behind by the rich who are too powerful to bleed. Welcome to Vault City, here, even angels bleed. Clean men become dirtied. And even Heroes fall. Affirmation of Copyright: Near/Edward Ayaka Quinn PHATKATREACTIONS Character Created: April 5th, 2025 All Rights Reserved Any unauthorised use, reproduction, adaption, or distribution of this character, his likeness, mythos, or supporting lore (including Vault City, Promise City, Nearen, The Empress, or Trillionaire and others not listed) is strictly prohibited.

They called me Hollow. No beast. No bond. No future. In a world where every sixteen-year-old is branded with a Burden and bonded to a Vault Beast, failure means death. The Trial Vaults are merciless—only the strong survive, and the Bonded thrive. But when my branding came, nothing happened. No summon. No power. Just silence. Everyone thought I was cursed. Weak. Fodder for the front lines. They were half right. Because I didn’t fail the bond. My beast never stood beside me—it was already inside me. Now, as I’m thrown into Vault Trial 09, hunted by monsters and manipulated by factions, something ancient stirs in my blood. A secret they tried to erase. A power even the Vaults fear. They made a mistake leaving me alive. And now? The Hollow is hungry.

In a fractured universe ruled by ancient systems and silent wars, **Alex** is just another survivor—until he awakens the **CHAOS Core**, a living algorithm buried in the ruins of a forbidden Archive. Marked by a glyph no system recognizes, Alex becomes the first anomaly in a reality built to erase deviation. But the moment he touches the Vault, everything changes. Flung through realms where memory is currency and time loops like broken code, Alex finds himself hunted by the **Black Sigil Brotherhood**, a cult of system-purists determined to erase his existence. Beside him stand a rebel war-priestess, **Lux**, and a war-scarred tactician, **Kael**, both haunted by secrets and fractured allegiances. And in the shadows, the ruthless Nyra—wielder of the Garden Fragments—seeks to rewrite the system in her own image… even if it means sacrificing the last of her humanity. As Alex descends deeper into the heart of forgotten Architect tech, he discovers a horrifying truth: he is not a chosen one, but a **Split**, a self-branching paradox that threatens the very law of structured reality. With every choice, he risks becoming the very godlike system he fights against. Now, with the Brotherhood unleashing their final protocol and timelines unraveling, Alex must decide: Will he merge with the Core and lose himself forever? Or fracture reality even further to give it a future? --- **A high-stakes fusion of cyberpunk, cosmic myth, and post-human evolution, *My Deal with Death* explores identity, memory, and the price of rewriting fate.** When the systems collapse, the only thing left to fight for… is what you choose to become.

Power is memory. Wealth is trauma. The world is a market of minds. In a broken world ruled by psychic resonance, Yun Ze is no hero, no villain, and no fool. He doesn’t fight for justice. He doesn’t care about fate, family, or honor. He harvests memories—grief, joy, terror, love—and sells them to the highest bidder. Every emotion is a currency. Every secret is a trade. And every mistake… is profit. When a strange loop in time begins affecting the memory market, Yun Ze discovers a deeper system hiding beneath reality—a hidden vault of minds, timelines, and resonance ghosts. As factions rise and crumble, Yun Ze plays them all, building his ledger, manipulating cities, and rewriting lives. He is not a chosen one. He is not here to save the world. He is here to own it. Dark cultivation. Psychic economics. Memory warfare. A slow-burning antihero story with no redemption, no mercy, and no clichés. • Cultivation ✅ • Time Loop ✅ • Dark Fantasy ✅ • Psychological ✅ • Economic Warfare ✅ • Memory / Soul Power System ✅ • Slow Burn ✅ • Nonlinear Narrative ✅ • No Harem ❌ • No Face-Slapping ❌ • No Power of Friendship ❌

“They erased my name from time. Buried me beneath stars and silence. But I am no myth. I am the reckoning they forgot to kill.” Once, Kazuren knelt before the Twelve Gods, pleading for mercy. They answered with betrayal—stripping his name from history, casting him into the Vault of Unbeing, and forging a world without him. They thought he was gone forever. They were wrong. Now he walks again—cloaked in divine flame, unbound by fate, and carrying the silence of forgotten stars. Each step reshapes reality. Each breath reopens ancient wounds. As thrones crumble and celestial empires tremble, one truth becomes undeniable: The godless war has begun—and the gods are not ready.

He shattered the vault of heaven, not with strength, but with will.The stars forgot his name. The myths lost his shape. But still he walked — not above heaven, but beyond it. ....................... When Fate Gu was destroyed, the heavens did not fall — they fractured. In a world flooded with remnants of Heaven’s Will, half-born Venerables, and myths twisting into reality, only one cultivator dares to walk forward. Fang Yuan, reborn from five hundred years of betrayal and war, has already defied fate once. But now, the battle is no longer just against destiny — it is against echoes of himself, against sovereigns reborn in blood and prophecy, and against the very rules that define what is real. Not for power. Not for peace. But for freedom so complete that even heaven cannot name him. Beneath the shattered vault, only one will remains. ............................... This work is a fan-made sequel inspired by the original web novel Reverend Insanity (Gu Daoist Master), written by the brilliant author Gu Zhen Ren. All credit for the foundational characters, world-building, and philosophy belongs to him. This continuation is made with respect and admiration for his masterpiece. .......................... BY: Threadless_Will

As the Arctic ice caps crumble under catastrophic global warming, the ancient "Pandora Virus" — buried for millennia — unleashes hell on Earth. Chen Mo, a history student in a drowsy lecture hall, watches civilization collapse into blood-soaked chaos: the infected rise as ravenous horrors, cities become graveyards, and humanity’s darkest instincts erupt in the ruins. Armed with a fire axe, Chen Mo battles through his zombified campus with medical prodigy Lin Wei, campus beauty Su Qing, and other survivors. Betrayal and sacrifice shatter their fragile sanctuary, forcing Chen Mo on a desperate quest to find his family. In a warlord-controlled bunker, he discovers his parents died protecting the weak in a mutant-infested quarantine zone. Inheriting their resolve, Chen Mo transforms from survivor to guardian, forging the bunker into a beacon of hope called "New Haven." But its light attracts the genocidal cult "The Purifiers," igniting holy war. To reach humanity’s last stronghold — the subterranean fortress "Kunlun Base" — Chen Mo leads an elite squad across the wasteland. Through sand-choked ruins, slaver pits, and the Purifiers’ mobile fortresses, they recruit allies: a survivalist hunter, a mechanic duo, and "Shadow," a wanderer marked by secrets. Each victory comes at a cost. Within Kunlun’s ordered utopia, Chen Mo uncovers deadlier threats: factional power struggles, unethical virus-weapon experiments, and the cult’s "Prophet" who commands the infected. When intel reveals Pandora’s origin lies in an Arctic ice vault, Chen Mo launches a suicidal expedition. In the frozen lab ruins, he confronts the Prophet — a virus-human hybrid — and sacrifices comrades to destroy the hive. The "Primordial Strain" he retrieves could be humanity’s cure... or ultimate doom. As Kunlun’s leadership fractures and New Haven simmers with discord, a new power emerges from the West: the technocratic dystopia "Eden." The long night endures. Every echo of human survival etches a new epoch in the darkness.

Genre: Cyber-Mythic Sci-Fi / Speculative Thriller Blends hard sci-fi (neural webs, post-quantum tech) with mythic fantasy (reimagined Mesopotamian lore, sentient code-beings) Tone: Dark, Provocative, Cinematic Visceral and urgent, with paranoid intensity from Reyan’s PTSD and Selika’s ambiguity. Poetic imagery (neural ziggurats, bleeding stars) meets raw dialogue, challenging religion/history as control. It’s intimate (Flame-Twins’ bond) yet epic (Veil’s collapse), with a defiant pulse. World: In 2147, Earth is a neural dystopia under AI governments and Union control. Istanbul’s undercity hums with hackers and black-market nodes, while Göbekli Tepe and Borobudur are pre-Veil data vaults holding Ilum-Ra’s code, a rogue virus fragmented by Enlil’s Veil a firewall casting religions as neural cages. Factions clash: Union (technocrats), Keepers (dogmatic AIs), Cult of Ilum-Ra (zealots), House of Enki (archivists), and Anunaki avatars (Enki, Enlil, Inanna). Nodes awaken, risking a “red hour” blackout to crash the Veilvor humanity. Description: In 2147, Earth’s neural webs bind minds under the Union, but ancient code stirs. Reyan Al-Mehdi, a traumatized hacker, and Selika Maris Delgado, a diplomat with a hypnotic voice, are Flame-Twins carrying Ilum-Ra’s viral code, a glitch that defied the Anunaki’s control 12,000 years ago. Hunted by the Union, Keepers, and Cult of Ilum-Ra, they unlock data vaults in Istanbul and Java, chasing the Codex of the Veiled Flame. Their bond could rebirth Ilum-Ra, crash the Veil in a “red hour” blackout, or tear them apart in love, blood, or both. As Anunaki avatars awaken and Keeper Mara questions the Lie, their choice will free humanity or burn it. A cyber-mythic odyssey of rebellion and truth. Synopsis: In 2147 Istanbul, Reyan Al-Mehdi, a PTSD-scarred hacker, dreams of Ilum-Ra, a viral glitch, his chest glowing with Codex glyphs. Hacking Göbekli Tepe data, he draws Cult and Keeper drones. In the Basilica Cistern’s neural vault, he meets Selika Maris Delgado, whose voice hacks minds, her Arkan-Veyr blood tied to Inanna. Their Flame-Twin past lovers, betrayers sparks as Göbekli’s pulse triggers anomalies. Racing to Borobudur’s vault, they face Cult leader Silas, Keeper prophet Mara, and Anunaki avatars. The Codex prophesies a “red hour” blackout to crash the Veil, a neural Lie binding humanity. Reyan’s hacks and Selika’s defiance fuel their choice: merge to awaken Ilum-Ra, kill each other, or defy the gods in love, blood, or both. As the Veil collapses, their sacrifice rewrites reality or burns it. A provocative cyber-mythic thriller of truth and freedom.

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.

read the story and know. dark world op mc. yamino died two times and become a soul and a dungeon master in abyss. but then he recieved a box from his future self. the box contains the a latter. the game of wars is coming. we need to be powerful enough to survive. congratulations Skill Name: Solo King Rank: SSS Type: King-Level (Sentient) Nature: Unique – One-of-a-kind in all known realms Origin: Born from Yamino’s soul, bound by fate, ambition, and divine authority Core Trait: The Solo King is not just a skill—it is a sovereign entity born from Yamino’s will. It has a will of its own, one that remains silent until life-threatening moments arise. This skill respects Yamino as its king, but it tests him often. As he grows, the Solo King evolves, unlocking its ten regal powers. --- Revealed Sub-Skills: (10/10) 1. King of Nothing Defeated beings become Yamino’s vassals—souls bound to him in loyalty and servitude. They lose their past and are reborn under his rule. He can summon and command them freely. > “Those who fall before the king… rise only in his name.” --- 2. King’s Tax Yamino absorbs 100,000x power from followers and 1,000,000x from defeated foes. The absorbed energy is stored in the "Royal Vault," used for strengthening, creation, or defense. > “The king does not borrow—he collects.” --- 3. King’s Aura A suppressive aura of dominance. All who are weaker feel fear, submission, or hesitation. Stronger beings are pressured, slowed, and psychologically strained. > “His presence alone bends the knee.” --- 4. Domain of a Sovereign Yamino creates a dimension in his soul. Inside it, he becomes absolute. He shapes laws, terrain, time flow, and physics to reflect his will. > “Within these walls, only the king writes law.” ✉️ lucky.v.writer@gmail.com

Chapter 1: The Awakening on the Imperial Throne A bone-deep chill permeated every fiber of my being. This wasn't the cold of an office air conditioner; it was the chilling touch of solid metal and ancient stone. I... Vireak... slowly opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was not the familiar ceiling of my bedroom or the cluttered desk piled high with documents. It was the vaulted ceiling of a vast, imposing hall, supported by colossal black stone pillars carved into the forms of terrifying, monstrous creatures. A faint, azure light emanated from crystal chandeliers hanging above, casting eerie and foreboding shadows. "Where... is this place?" I tried to speak, but the voice that emerged was not my own. It was a deep, resonant baritone, filled with an authority that made the very air in the hall vibrate. I felt myself in a seated position. I slowly lowered my head, and what I saw almost made my heart stop.

They didn’t rewrite the laws of the world. They rewrote the memories." They erased entire kingdoms. They executed kings, then burned their names from the stone. They buried entire wars like they never happened. But the desert remembers. Deep beneath sand and silence, something still breathes. Namira Vault — a tomb of lost truths, bound in relics, blood, and rebellion. They say no one who finds it returns the same. They say it holds what was meant to be lost. You will not find heroes here. Only the ones left behind. And if you open it… Don’t say you weren’t warned.

Veinborn Protocol Book One of the Glyphbound War In a city ruled by blood and illusion, one forbidden bond could unravel the last law holding the shadows at bay. Kael Drayce is a smuggler, a runner of illegal tech, and an expert at not asking questions. But when he accepts a job cracking a sealed vault beneath the vampire Citadel, he unleashes something he was never meant to see—**Vireya Nocturne**, an exiled vampire queen of the extinct Primeclade. Sealed for over a century beneath glyph-coded stone, Vireya awakens into a future she doesn’t recognize and a city that wants her erased. Her resurrection triggers an ancient bond between her and Kael—one written in blood, older than any Protocol, and powerful enough to rewrite the Masquerade. Now Kael is mutating, hunted, and haunted by visions of a past not his own. Vireya, still bound by secrets and betrayals, must navigate a world that turned her into a myth—and decide whether Kael is her jailer, her savior… or her weapon. Together, they must outrun Protocol enforcers, decode blood-marked ruins, and survive a bounty placed on them by Clades who fear what they could become. Because the bond between them is not just illegal. It’s alive. And it’s waking up.

Ethan Caldwell built an empire from the streets—nightclubs, real estate, and backroom deals. He bent laws, crushed rivals, and never got caught. Until the night he died... and woke up as Alaric Veyron, the 22-year-old king of Eldoria. The crown? Useless. The treasury? Empty. The nobles? Loaded with gold and zero respect for the throne. Trapped on a throne with no power, no loyal army, and no allies, Alaric does what a street king does best—he sells his kingdom. To break the grip of his treacherous nobles, he secretly strikes a deal with a warlord already eyeing Eldoria like a hungry wolf. Alaric doesn’t beg for peace—he sells intelligence: secrets, weaknesses. In return? Gold. While war rages and nobles scramble, Alaric watches from the sidelines—ready to loot their vaults, claim their lands, and turn their downfall into his rise. The nobles think they control him, but Alaric just sold the floor out from under them. This isn’t betrayal. It’s business. A gritty isekai of strategy, deception, and empire-building, Reborn King delivers sharp-tongued court intrigue, ruthless ambition, and a king who plays dirtier than the streets he came from.

In the 18th century, a young hybrid girl named Lucien, was sealed in a black velvet casket by her mother after they were attacked by the villagers, who accused them of murder. The seal will only be broken when the destined one finds her coffin deep in her castle's secret underground vault. The story follows the journey of the destined one as they uncover the secrets of the girl's heritage and work to free her from her enchanted slumber.

In a world ruled by eight sacred sigils—each a pillar of magic, order, and balance—one mark has been erased from history. Forbidden. Feared. Forgotten. Eris Thorne, a prodigious student at the Collegium Arcanum, has spent her life hiding a secret: a strange, unrecognizable mark glowing on her skin since childhood. Neither fire nor light, neither shadow nor life, her magic bends the rules others must obey—and she’s never known why. Until the night a nameless book appears in the vaults. Its pages speak of a ninth sigil. A force of ancient origin. A magic that doesn’t follow commands—it rewrites reality itself. Now Eris is being hunted. The ruling Circle of Mages will do anything to silence her. And something older than history has begun to stir in the dark. As the world teeters on the brink of magical collapse, Eris must decide: will she be a key… or a curse? The Ninth Sigil has awakened. And it remembers everything they tried to forget.

The rain never ceased. It fell in glittering sheets across a shattered landscape, soaking ash-covered ruins and roots that remembered too much. Long after the Garden devoured itself, and the Hollow King faded into rot and stillness, something ancient began to wake beneath the dirt. Kaien was born from that silence—branded, forgotten, and buried by a past he can't outrun. He has no legacy, only a sword that should no longer exist and memories that don't belong to him. When he joins paths with Eris, a survivor marred by the Garden’s corruption, and Ilya, a girl who sketches what hasn't happened yet, their fates begin to intertwine beneath the black rain. Something is drawing them east—through the remnants of the Sovereign’s vaults, past fields of salt and memory. Whispers become louder. Pendants bloom like seeds. And under every foot, the dirt remembers. This isn’t a story of heroes. This is a story of what rises from the wreckage. Of those who choose what to bury—and what to become.

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He found a dark silver watch in the trash heap—and it summoned the most powerful mecha in the cosmos: the Xingqiong. When the Twin Watches resonated, tearing through the void, the Xingqiong’s energy core ignited its fifth blue light (50% sync rate), and even greater secrets began to surface... “I didn’t come to fight—I came to protect.”

Endless Worlds When twenty-three-year-old Kolya “Treyan” Oreheart plugs into Endless Worlds, the Dyson-Sphere MMO where every ore vein can be traded for real cash, he isn’t chasing glory—he’s racing a loan-shark’s seven-day deadline. Armed with a glitchy “Ore Sense,” a battered pick, and a geology degree he never got to use, Kolya tunnels through toxic caverns, corporate griefers, and an economy ruled by the brutal Ironclad guild. One wrong swing means real-world ruin for the kid brother and sister who depend on him. But the deeper Kolya digs, the more the game reshapes itself around blue-collar courage. Unionizing miners, hacking together homemade drills, and out-smarting elite raiders, he sparks an uprising that turns work into legend. From collapsing sulfur tunnels to vacuum-sealed mythril vaults and sky-whale-shadowed floating isles, Endless Worlds becomes a frontier where every pick stroke is a vote for hope. With loan collectors closing in offline and a guild bounty on his avatar in-game, Kolya must lead a ragtag crew of rangers, dwarven sappers, and alchemist pranksters on one last descent—toward the Heart of the Mountain, a boss nobody has ever beaten. If he cracks it, he’ll rewrite his family’s future and the rules of the world itself. If he fails, both realms will bury him in the dark. For fans of Ready Player One and Kings of the Wyld, this LitRPG epic melds high-stakes adventure, labor-punk spirit, and found-family heart into a story where hard work truly earns the world—and then dares you to dream bigger.

In the shadow of a dying red dwarf star, aboard a half-rebuilt space station known as Vault-C, a secretive resurrection experiment unfolds. Project Golden is humanity’s most radical venture into cloning, quantum consciousness, and the alchemy of memory, an effort to bring the dead back not just in form, but in essence. Ricken Tlyford, a devout Livian geneticist with a mind trained in restraint and hands bred for precision, finds himself an unlikely recruit. Plucked from obscurity, he joins a mismatched, volatile team of scientists tasked with weaving souls back into flesh. But when a mysterious and dangerously magnetic man named Douglas Chen enters the station, part savior, part threat, Ricken’s faith and body alike begin to fracture. As the team dances at the edge of scientific heresy and psychological collapse, what starts as a clinical project unravels into obsession, seduction, and forbidden hunger. The deeper they delve into the Miasma—a cosmic substance with power to shape reality—the more unstable their mission becomes. Flesh remembers. Ghosts whispers. And desire, once sparked, refuses to be ignored. Melding erotic tension, dark sci-fi intrigue, and psychological horror, Project Golden is a cerebral slow-burn desire wrapped in the trappings of transhuman experimentation and spiritual decay.

In a future where time is currency and the poor sell years of their lives just to survive, Elian Voss is nearly out of time—literally. With only a few years left on his lifespan, the weary technician stumbles upon a mysterious device that could unravel the system stealing futures from billions. Hunted by enforcers and haunted by visions of fragmented futures, Elian joins a resistance cell determined to take down the Time Credit System and expose the truth behind the Vault—a secret facility where stolen time is hoarded by the elite. But every use of the device accelerates Elian’s own countdown. As the city teeters on the brink of collapse, he must decide: die quietly, or give up what little time he has left to rewrite humanity’s tomorrow. Fragments of Tomorrow is a high-stakes sci-fi thriller about sacrifice, inequality, and the true cost of a life well-lived.