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Hallyu Director's Chronicle

(Asian Themes) Lee Jihoon, a brilliant film director renowned for his innovative storytelling and cinematic mastery, meets an untimely demise at the height of his career. However, instead of fading into oblivion, he finds himself reborn in the year 2006, inhabiting the body of a notorious chaebol heir from the powerful Lee family—a world far removed from the film sets he once called home. With memories of the future and insider knowledge of both the film and entertainment industries, Jihoon sees this as his second chance—not only to redefine Korean cinema but to reshape the K-pop industry before it spirals into its darkest scandals. However, his new identity comes with an unexpected burden: the ruthless succession battle within the Lee family. Rather than becoming a pawn in the family’s cutthroat power struggle, Jihoon makes a bold decision—to step away from the fight for corporate control and instead pursue what he does best: filmmaking. With his wealth and influence as a chaebol heir, he sets out to revolutionize the entertainment industry, challenge the oppressive systems controlling idols, and craft a legacy that will change the course of Hallyu forever. A thrilling tale of ambition, artistry, and reinvention, Hallyu Director’s Chronicle explores the hidden struggles behind Korea’s entertainment empire, where one man’s vision, courage, and past life wisdom could change the fate of an entire industry—if he can survive long enough to see it through. [AUTHOR NOTE: This work of fiction is set in a parallel world. Any similarities between characters or events depicted herein and those in the real world—even when names coincide—are entirely coincidental. All characters, settings, and narratives are products of the author's imagination and do not reflect real persons or events. ]
the_nightleaf · 5.5K Views

Soul-Link

Quincy Reigns was the kid nobody noticed—until the day he died. Bullied, overlooked, and dreaming of a life beyond the torment, Quincy’s only solace was his best friend, Drake, and his secret crush on Jade North, the most beautiful girl in school. So when Jade asked him on a date, Quincy couldn’t believe his luck. But luck had nothing to do with it. Jade and her friends weren’t interested in love—they were after power. Dark magic power. And Quincy was the perfect sacrifice. Betrayed and left for dead in an abandoned church, Quincy should have been gone forever. Instead, he was reborn. A mysterious force known only as the *Spawn System* chose him, granting him unimaginable powers: the ability to manipulate shadows, summon weapons from the void, and command forces beyond human comprehension. But this gift came with a price. Quincy was no longer just a boy—he was a weapon, a wildcard in an ancient war between demons, angels, and everything in between. Now, Quincy must navigate a treacherous world of witches, archangels, and mythical creatures, all while uncovering the truth behind his transformation. Why was he chosen? What is the Spawn System hiding? And can he trust anyone—including himself—when the line between hero and monster begins to blur? As Quincy hunts for answers, he’ll face the ultimate choice: seek revenge on those who betrayed him, or rise above his pain to become something greater. But in a world where power corrupts and shadows whisper, survival might cost him his humanity.
Her_Sun · 1.5K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

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.
JuniKelv_ · 12.8K Views
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