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The legend of a man named Denim Sterling. A man who brought football to impressive heights. The man who revolutionized the beautiful game. He was a footballer called Lucas Grayson whose career and life ended in a tragic manner. He put in all the effort to make himself a legend of the the game and he succeeded, he earned himself a spot in the hearts of the Manchester United's fans particularly but his success came at a very costly price, his once bright and sparkly world was plunged into darkness when he became immobile due to an injury. But what if he's given another chance? how well will he use it? curious? Then join me as I tell the amazing legends of DAMIEN STERLING.

Born into a world that deemed him powerless, Emperal was cursed to remain motionless, trapped in a body that refused to move. The world saw him as fragile—a broken soul fated to lie in bed forever. But what they couldn't know, what they never could have imagined, was that from the moment of his birth, Emperal awakened an ability so extraordinary, it shattered the boundaries of what was possible. He could move the world with a mere thought. Not just simple telekinesis, but with the kind of precision and mastery that could make mountains shift and oceans churn. A power that, for all its glory, came at a crushing cost. For every motion he commanded, his own body grew weaker. Every ounce of energy poured into shaping the world around him drained his life force, until he was left even more immobile than before. Worse yet, his power could never lift him—no matter how immense it became, he remained bound to his bed, a prisoner of his own extraordinary curse. For years, Emperal was trapped in this cruel paradox: capable of shaping the world, but incapable of even moving a finger. His strength was his prison. His power, his torment. But even in the depths of despair, his mind remained sharp. Watching. Waiting. Plotting. Then, on a day the world thought nothing of, Emperal made a choice. A choice that would shatter the very fabric of fate. With a single thought, he chose to end it all—not out of surrender, but as the first step toward rewriting his destiny. Because sometimes, the end isn’t truly an end. It’s the beginning of something far darker, far more dangerous. For when Emperal finally rose, it wasn’t as a savior or a victim, but as a force so unrelenting, so vengeful, that the world itself would tremble. Bound no longer by his frail body, he would wield his curse like a blade—and carve his name into existence itself. ... First time writing a book. Do review it. Thank you! Discord link- https://discord.gg/aU22VgJs

**Synopsis** Seventeen-year-old Jason Blood, a ruthless mafia boss who has survived countless attempts on his life, finds himself in a place beyond his darkest nightmares. After being fatally ambushed and left for dead in a back alley, he awakens not in the afterlife but in an ancient, foreboding world where the laws of reality seem twisted. His body, once riddled with wounds, is now inexplicably healed, yet his strength and instincts have heightened beyond anything he’s known. However, his newfound power offers no escape. Locked in a stone cell and unable to comprehend his surroundings, Jason encounters a strange, pink-haired maid with piercing blue eyes. With a single word, she paralyzes him, rendering him as helpless as a puppet, and transports him to a vast, shadowed library filled with tomes of ancient knowledge and forbidden secrets. She casts him aside, treating him as little more than an object, leaving him silenced, immobilized, and utterly at her mercy. Jason must unravel the mysteries of this strange, medieval world, where whispered commands hold the weight of spells and unseen forces seem to judge him with every step. Struggling against the chains binding his voice and body, he’ll face eldritch powers and cryptic figures who seem to know more about him than he knows himself. With his past sins haunting him and his fate entangled in dark, mystical forces, Jason begins his fight for freedom—and perhaps, for a redemption he never sought. But as he delves deeper, he starts to wonder: was he saved from death, or merely pulled into a far darker destiny?

History tells us that powerful people come from powerful places. History was wrong! Powerful people makes places powerful. ___________________________________ Alexander The Great, Genghis Khan, Napoleon Bonaparte, Cyrus The Great, Attila The Hun. All these people were powerful people who made their countries powerful. ____________________________________ Nexus Astaseul possesses everything that many could only dream of having in a lifetime: a wealthy father and the love of the only person who truly cares for him in the world,his mother. Despite living a life of luxury each day, he learned that life can be unpredictable. At the age of eighteen, he was involved in an accident that resulted in the loss of both of his legs. Despite his father being one of the wealthiest individuals on the planet, his legs were unable to be restored, and tragically, he also lost his mother in the same accident. Nexus father did not have a close relationship with his mother, as their marriage was based on the benefits it brought to their families. His father's infidelity, even while his mother was alive, strained their family dynamic and contributed to his mother's unhappiness. Following the loss of his legs, Nexus's life took a dramatic turn. His father provided him with a small villa outside the city to reside in. Nexus had a passion for reading from a young age, and he cultivated a vast library in his home. His collection spanned various genres, including politics, business, management, and history. The sheer volume of books in his possession rivaled that of a university library, if not surpassing it in size. He sought solace in his extensive collection of books to alleviate the anguish of losing both his legs and his mother. However, fate seemed to have a cruel sense of humor. At the age of twenty-two, a fire engulfed the villa where he resided. On that fateful day, his caretaker was away visiting her family, leaving him helpless to flee the flames with his immobile legs. Tragically, he perished in the inferno. In the aftermath of his presumed demise, Nexus awoke to find himself in a new and completely different world where his vast library of knowledge resided within his mind. In a world where kingdoms and empires stood tall, conquest reigns supreme. Nexus gazed upon this magnificent world and made a solemn vow to become the greatest conqueror and emperor to have ever existed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 100 PS = 1 Bonus Chapter 200 PS = 2 Bonus Chapters 300 PS = 3 Bonus Chapters 1 Golden Ticket = 2 Bonus Chapters 2 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters 3 Golden Tickets = 4 Bonus Chapters ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can join my discord server: https : // discord. com/invite/c7hm7hVf

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When the shadow of death looms, it creates a chill that immobilize the heart and causes despair. The residents of Woamwood are kept on their toes because of the new disaster that plagues their land. An Assassin suddenly arises, killing the people in respective of their status. Everyone is a suspect and no one knows who will be the next victim.

In her past life~ She was brought up by an ancient, heavenly deity- who once ruled all the realms, being the epitome of fear in one’s heart.
 Growing up~ She turned out to be an evil queen with a notorious reputation in all the said realms. 

 “Hmm? Why was I not aware of the existence of such magnificent artwork?” She questioned her commander, while grazing the cheekbones of the God-like entity, whose mere presence made the remaining army of hers unable to approach anywhere near him, while his gaze was fixated on her,….. whereas her eyes were full of marvel and She- was totally captivated by him.

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 He was the emperor of the world. A bloodthirsty tyrant who doesn’t know the meaning of forgiveness. 

 He was worshiped by the poor, praised by the rich, and feared by his enemies. A leader, and a supreme ruler was what he was!

But a fateful encounter with a wounded woman, turned his world upside-down.

 At what cost? The world he built and protected with all his might, crumbled and turned into ashes in front of his eyes, his people betrayed him, he lost his only son, and most importantly he lost his pride.

 When all was lost, and he was wallowed in an endless darkness of despair~ He found out about his real identity.

 “Sleep” came an emotionless voice, turning him immobile and collapsing on the bloody grounds he stood on! 

“-till the time comes.......-husband ~” said the person, gently wiping the blood off of his carefully-sculpted-looking face.

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 Present~ 

In the modern era~

 All she wanted was a Mom…..So, she turned herself into a mother.

 Whenever she got hurt, She was in need of a Dad-who’d protect her…..So, she created a conscience as her Dad.

 She is the happiest person in the world! That’s how she looks to others, unless one gets to know her.

 She is a superior being who knows herself well, always conscious of her personalities she created……until one day, when her hidden conscience she calls her Dad-took over her, to subdue a being with golden eyes who called her “Wife~”

 What bewildered her the most was, ‘ The wife calling being ‘ happened to be the world-renowned superstar, whom she got acquainted with a few days ago in her office.

 While she was trying to calm her mind with the unprecedented turn of events, by busying her mind with the “task” she was given… She somehow became the wife of the insanely handsome/cold-looking/ prodigal/world-renowned Businessman /Ruler of underworld aka Cold-blooded King/ who also happened to be the head to one of the two ancient royal families- ruling the world, from the shadows, from a long time ago.

 Unwilling to accept his terms then, she ran away from the place during the day…..only to be trapped by night.

Her: “You! What do you think of me?huh?!?” She yelled at him furiously, unable to contain her anger any longer, seeing him in her bedroom. Him: *Silence

 After a while, “ …..-My wife.” He replied, shutting her mouth with his.


Lilliana Russo, the eldest principessa of the Russo family, is now obliged to marry the most malevolent Don in New York City. Here, he rules like a king, and whoever opposes him meets a gruesome end. She wanted to run away and never look back like her cowardly mother did, but that had resulted in the most devastating feud between two of the most powerful Mafia families. No, she couldn’t let history repeat itself. ______ Vincenzo Salvadori wasn’t looking for love in this marriage. This was just an agreement to make peace with the Russos, as his grandmother had wished just before she drew her last breath. He conducted himself as a man of honor and even if he didn’t love his future wife, he would still respect this marriage. ______ “I-I have three conditions that I would like to put forward before this marriage takes place.” Lilly slowly lifted her eyes to meet his scorching gaze that seemed to burn into her skin. “Speak.” The deep calm in his voice made her shudder. She took a deep breath and straightened her back to appear confident. “First, I want to continue working as a doctor after the wedding. Second, after our marriage, we will sleep in separate rooms until I am ready to sleep with you, and third, I am not having a baby with you until I want to.” She breathlessly listed out, and nervously twisted the ring latched on the chain she wore. The corner of his devious lips tilted upwards and a flicker of amusement danced in his dark eyes. He leaned back on the antique sofa and brooded over what she said. Silence prevailed, so did the urge to take back her conditions and escape from his overbearing presence. “First and third, agreed.” He answered in an unsettling calm. “What about the second?” She questioned. “You are my wife. We WILL share the same room.” She wanted to open her mouth and object when he abruptly got up from his seat, immobilizing her objections. Her heart thudded rapidly as he closed the space between them, his enormous stature shadowing her petite form. His gaze had her locked in place and she failed to notice his hand reaching out to lift her chin. He neared to her face, his breath fanned against her cheek. “Or do you think I won’t be able to stop myself around you? If you do, you think too highly of yourself, Dr. Russo.” She gulped, growing thirsty for something she didn’t know for what. When his touch left her face, she understood what for. ‘Oh god, how am I going to survive alongside this devil?!’ _______________________ (This book is strictly 18+. If you're sensitive to gore, violence, and some strong sexual themes, then this book isn't for you. This is a mafia romance, so please don't expect everything to be rainbows and sunshine. And please don't come at me in the reviews saying it was too damn gory. Because it is. And I warned you guys.) The cover is NOT mine. Credit goes to the original artist. Enjoy. ;)

A tyrant with a blood-crazed fetish that would often lead to meaningless wars and countless death, he is the king of the beasts. He is the thirtieth emperor of the Bezarius Empire, the young prodigy, Emperor Hyan Rezenia Bezarius. He was known to be the most beautiful being in the empire with his silver locks that it would seem as if all the treasures of the empire reflected upon his long straight hair, cerulean eyes that could be compared to the glistening northern sea, paired with his ethereal features that even the priests of the Great Temple would compare his looks to the Goddess Rhea. Everyone failed to recognize the psychotic glint in his eyes. Everyone got fooled and died. Though born as a bastard among the eight princes of the empire, he rose to the peak even with the disadvantage amidst the power struggles between the eight heirs. With no faction to side him and no maternal support to lean on, the bastard fourth prince, along with his trusted aide, struggled for many seasons. Like a predator, he patiently waited to bear his canines behind his privileged brothers. He bowed his head and turned a blind eye even after the seventh consort, Lady Amina Tesero of the Nomadic tribe of the south. Lady Amina Tesoro was the seventh consort of the twenty-ninth emperor of the Bezarius Empire. She became the twenty-ninth emperor’s favorite because of her calm demeanor and astounding beauty that could compete with the bastard fourth prince’s elegance. She also caught the attention of the predatory fourth prince. Her kindness penetrated the walls protecting Prince Hyan’s heart, rendering him immobile under her charms. His confession to Lady Amina Tesoro marked his twisted journey to being the emperor, and when he finally became one, he lost his most important one. The thirtieth emperor lost his love. He lost the ability to feel any ounce of emotion. And with every emperor comes an heir. To mock his officials, Emperor Hyan Rezenia Bezarius took the ugliest lady of the empire as his wife. Lady Ivynia Ilorde Rosehil is the laughingstock of high society. With half of her face covered with dragon scales, the higher echelon dubbed Lady Ivynia as the beast among the beautiful Rosehil sisters. Her rare charcoal-colored hair and amber eyes that reflected the setting sun as if its light remained in her eyes did not compensate for her dragon scales. Lady Ivynia Ilorde Rosehil suffered ever since birth but suffered more during her reign as the empress. Watching her husband, whom she came to love, wallow in self-pity as he mourned for his lost love. While making sure that the noble faction and the aristocratic faction would not attack them underhandedly, Empress Ivynia Ilorde Bezarius suffered the greatest among anyone in the empire. And when the continent finally mobilized to take their revenge against the mad king, the empress became the widow who fought in loneliness for her unborn child, only to end up dying. And where does this bullshit crazy story take me? Oh yeah, I have become the thirtieth empress of the Bezarius Empire. And I will die again when the male protagonist of this tragic shit appears. Do I need to mention that I am inside the Netflix Series entitled “The Serenade of Death”? Of all the Netflix Series I binge-watched, do I have to be reincarnated inside the R-rated one that I loathe to the bones?

when worlds are in ruins and gods dying in a whim from the four embodiment of discord. one Treats fight as a sport, one considers plots as an opera, one embraces vices with passion, then the last... (author here sorry guys currently immobile and need to sleep frequently since the 2020 happened even the synopsis I paused sorry will continue this later gonna catch some Z's for now)

When Gu Qingchen opened her eyes again, she was reborn back to when she was sixteen and gained the ability to read minds. Once again facing those who pushed her to the brink, those who had harmed her, she smirked. This time, just watch how she lived a colorful life this time around! Why did that physically weak yet wicked and intelligent Mr. Rong, a man who was immobile yet could strategize like a master tactician kept looking for trouble with her? How did a great foe become a great ally? "Mr. Rong, is it alright to do the Rong family in like this?" "If they dare to have ideas against my wife, then they better be ready for me working against them." "Don't forget. You are also a member of the Rong family."

A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality. In the remote countryside, the Crown Prince runs into her, beating up her enemy. She is indifferent, but it’s love at first sight for the Crown Prince! “Not good, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty is currently eating dirt in the main hall.” “Isn’t that normal? Who told that dog emperor to provoke my wife? I say it’s a job well done! Pour a bucket of ice water on him to cool him down!” “Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s really not good this time! The great Crown Prince Consort threw out three explosion talismans and destroyed Noble Consort Zheng and her house!” A certain crown prince laughed madly. “Job well done! She’s truly my wife; she’s as awesome as always!” “Crown Prince, Crown Prince, it’s seriously bad this time! A beautiful man appeared in the great Crown Prince Consort’s room!” You got cuckolded again! The crown prince harshly picked up the handsome man half laying on her bed. “Who are you?” A certain consort replied with a stoic face. “I drew a deity-inviting talisman and summoned a venerable immortal of love.” “Get lost as soon as you finish fighting!” “Oh, sorry, it's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away!” I’m not leaving! Embark on this adventure of a little stoic who just wants to grow stronger and protect her family but unwittingly ends up with a merry company of troublemakers. A riveting cocktail of cultivation, zombies, and sci-fic!

A rock is not a living creature, it was a mineral from earth and rock solid not soft like flesh. If rock was not a living creature how can I was reincarnated as one? An immobile and ordinary rock without any magical properties… how should I survive in this world? This was the beginning of the story of the not-so-ordinary-rock!

Ji Tianqi, who fantasized about crossing into an otherworldly realm, was diagnosed as a fantasy syndrome patient. However, his extraordinary encounter in the otherworldly realm came true!!! In his first extraordinary encounter, he obtained a martial arts secret book that no one but he could master. Therefore, the team responsible for researching/treating him provided him with a prop—a chessboard! His second extraordinary encounter involved solving the Zhenlong Chess and gaining the empowerment transmission from a master, which granted him a century-old skill in minutes. From then on, the team responsible for researching/treating him became a team dedicated to assisting him. His team created an inn setting for him, where he experienced his fourth extraordinary encounter—the Orchid Acupoint Skill. With this martial art, he immobilized a criminal possessing the superpower of Instantaneous Movement. His team submitted a request report to their superiors—our hero needs to rent a temple, a temple with a Scripture Pavilion. After the superiors rejected it, they issued an important directive. "Think bigger, construct a real ancient city for him! An ancient city that includes all the headquarters of the various sects from his otherworldly fantasies!"

The end of one period and the beginning of a new one has altered life on earth, with the value of weapons and ammunition declining and the appearance of superhumans and developed creatures increasing. Ajaya, a little child who had been living a happy life with his family, experiences sadness as a result of one of his family members' plot, and he becomes more than immobile on the bed and is left with no chance of surviving, leaving his parents in despair with no obvious resolution. But that's not where the story ends; a new mystery about the "Rudraksha System" emerges

A stupid woman, her husband, and three children were riding in a car. One person delivers a great joke, and everyone else laughs except one. You might argue it was retribution for not laughing, but paralyzing someone from the waist down is just plain wrong. Landon Smith, our primary character, was paralyzed from the waist down as a result of an unforeseeable automobile accident. What's worse than being crippled is being immobile and having to care for your elderly Grandfather. All while being abandoned by the women who placed you in the hospital and practically took your legs away. I mean, it's hardly a stretch to say he seeks retribution...Right?

Newlyweds Jon and Emilie find out they are pregnant, but a member of the local militia come to their door and draft Jon into the war. Jon's contact with Emilie is blocked. Jon is away for three years. After an injury during battle, Jon is immobilized and his comrades leave him behind. Jon encounters multiple roadblocks on the way back to his wife, something he wants more than anything in the world, hoping upon hope that she is still there. Thank you to @acunakristal7 on Wattpad for creating this beautiful cover. And to my friend Megan. This book would've been trash without you.

Waking up from a slumber, the world had undergone a massive transformation. The familiar high school now taught magic, urging everyone to become outstanding magicians. Beyond the urban dwellings roamed monstrous creatures, eyeing humans hungrily. The world, once advocating for science, now revered magic. Yet, there were still teachers who treated him as a loser, classmates with strange glances, a struggling father at the bottom of society, and a pure but immobile non-blood-related sister. However, Mo Fan discovered that the vast majority could only specialize in one type of magic, while he was an all-around mage mastering all magical elements.

25-year-old Albion lived an unimpressive parasitic life of a NEET and otaku, leeching off his loving parent's allowances to enjoy watching animes, reading manga and novels at home. When faced with the cruel reality of contracting cancer through smoking, he selfishly ran away from home and sacrificed his life on a strange day of drastic changes. 'Since I'm going to die anyway, let me save another life in exchange.' Those were his thoughts before shoving a person out of harm's way and getting struck by a truck. 'If I could get a second chance, I want to live a fulfilling life and not waste it like this.' However, Albion's new life resolution was quickly challenged by a stroke of divine providence. "What? I'm not dead yet? Holy cow, I transmigrated into the body of a notorious hidden boss who controls half the world's wealth in an alternate universe after he failed his heavenly tribulation? I never have to worry about money? I can live forever? Lucky me!" Albion thought he had shot to the peak of life, but he could not be more wrong. The immortal body was too strong for a mortal soul like him to control. He can only move for 5 minutes a day! He became immobile and paralyzed for the rest of the time! The Four Horsemen of the Dark Emperor thought he was crippled and turned on him! They couldn't kill him physically due to his invincible body so they dropped him to the bottom of the ocean to drown! His body was immortal. He could not die. Thus, he lived the following life in the dark depths of the ocean before being swallowed into the stomach of a giant sea serpent! Before he could enjoy his new life, he had sunk to the lowest point of his life, literally! However, the world rapidly changed after the notorious True Immortal disappeared for two years! The Apocalypse arrived, and so too, the System! Ding! [You have slain a Lv.1 ancient sea serpent. 100 EXP has been gained.] [You have leveled up.] [You have become a Lv.2 Hunter.] [Title acquired: Hunter.] Albion: ??? "Did the sea serpent get food poisoning and died from eating me or something?" Albion wondered in the pit of the sea serpent's stomach. [System calibration complete. Goldfinger has been activated.] "Never mind, my time has come! With the system in hand, I will take back everything and rule the w--wait, what? This body's cultivation needs to be sealed in order for me to move freely without impairments?" "Sigh, forget it, ruling the world is too hard. I'm a wanted man anyway. Let's just hide somewhere, watch my animes, and reading my manga and novels..." Albion was nerfed harder than the Big Bang at the beginning of time. However, what's his, will still be his. "Until my soul becomes strong enough to fully wield this power, I'll just treat it as a 5-minute Super Saiyan mode I can enjoy once a day..." He was not the Dark Emperor, but the Dark Emperor was now him. The Four Horsemen that turned on him, their day of retribution will come! Little did Albion know, the world had more things in store for him than his quest for vengeance. The dimensional rifts that appeared everywhere and the interdimensional creatures that spilled forth from there are actually...! Find out on the next episode of drag--Ahem, to be continued. =====Author's Note===== [Currently on break] Feel free to check out my other book, Prime Originator (also my first work). The genre is completely different, so you may or may not like it and vice versa for readers coming from there :) You can join me on discord at the link here; https://discord.gg/9SUWMPZ =====DISCLAIMER===== I do not own the cover. The original belongs to its respective owner.

--Also to post on Royal Road-- After finding out that he is to inherit a billion dollars, Tino Lawson believes himself to be the luckiest 18-year-old in the world…until he is crushed/burned to death by a tanker truck carrying corrosive acid. Death proves to be a mere speedbump, however, as Tino awakens in another world far beyond his wildest dreams. Too bad he got reincarnated as a vegetable. Stuck within the immobile body of an ear of corn, Tino is alone with his thoughts while time moves at a glacial pace, where the cultivatable vegetable eventually learns how to cultivate the energies of the universe around him. By the time he is harvested, Tino has everything he needs. Plant yourself in your chair, and a-maize yourself with this corny story.

Prince Aiden only wished for anything besides his repetitive and suffocating life in the palace, something that could ignite his long immobilized heart. So when he met a beautiful yet lethal thief, he longs to meet her again. But when his father is slain, the young prince is forced to sit on the throne and given the impossible task of uniting the four states of his kingdom in order to stand a chance at winning the impending war. But he must do so on his own with a single warrior chosen by the heavens and he soon finds that she is someone he once met.

After living a sincerely unfulfilling existence up to this point, Kai meets an untimely end at the hand of someone he once trusted, with no control over his demise. His world never gave him a chance to take the reigns... But, in a flash and a new world, he gets that chance. He awakens, in a strange land- entirely immobile, and with odd windows and symbols running through his mind- an infinite stream of ones and zeros replacing the neurons that once fired through his brain- He's become a machine! An artificial, magical intelligence- and more, a system prophetically declared to guide the hero to victory against the forces of evil. Unfortunately, stuck in one place as not much more than an unreachable target- all the heroes that approach him for their divine quest... Are absolutely terrible!

Sleep paralysis - the inability of voluntary muscles, but the mind is aware of its surroundings. Based on the real experiences of sleep paralysis, Paralysis is a very short creepypasta-inspired story about a young narcoleptic man who experienced sleep paralysis after his long shift at work. Imagine waking up around 2 or 3 a.m. and you find yourself sleeping peacefully. However, when you wake up, you noticed that your body is immobile. Your mouth is silent and you sense a ruptured feeling in your chest. You suddenly panic and a dark figure suffocates you with it's bare hands. Are you dying? Are you dreaming? After that, your mind and body are back in sync. Age Rating: 15+ (scary themes, gore, discussion of violence)

"I yearn for an end. Will this day mark the culmination of my existence?" These were the relentless contemplations that consumed Jin Woo's mind, as every passing hour seemed to dissipate his former life as the indomitable commander of the enigmatic Black Ops. Once fearless in the face of warfare and mortality, his world shattered when his team fell victim to treachery on their final mission. Though he miraculously emerged as the sole survivor, the toll on his physical being rendered him immobile, trapped in an interminable cycle within his own thoughts. Each visit from the doctor echoed the same grim prognosis: he was brain-dead. Yet, destiny had yet to relinquish its hold on Jin Woo. For he was on the precipice of embarking upon an entirely new narrative, one where the art of cultivation was no longer a mere fable but a tangible reality.

It's hard to trust, when all you've known is pain. Not just any pain but that pain that cripples you and renders you immobile. The one you just can't for the life of you explain why it is happening. When you're hurt... that wound will heal. Now what can you do, when its constantly reopened? When it comes from who is supposed to protect you? How can a wound so deep heal? Learn to fight, if you want to survive... I heard once... Learn to hold your tongue, if you want to live... I heard second... Hate can be a relief but it can also rot your soul... I heard third... Learning to forgive is for the intelligent... So, why is it so tricky to accomplish? I learned the hard way to fight and to look out for myself. Now that will never crumble, I'll make sure of that!

Lieren is one of the Adorned — powerful people with magical abilities bestowed by the Great Arcana — with the unique ability to resist status effects because of his mysterious predisposition. He meets others, challenges his ideals, and loves to read. As well as battles mysterious creatures and other Adorned. Along with King, a man who calls himself the harbinger of King's Oblivion — the event that caused the immobile gears of fate to move — he moves across the continent of Lucifica, making connections while staying trying true to himself and his lofty ideals, whilst seeking revenge for the ones he left behind. He will fight, lose, and desperately try to survive until his vengeance is exacted, as well as help those he values along the way. ◇◆◇◆◇ Upload is bi-daily with 2,000 words each starting from chapter 100+ ◇◆◇◆◇ This is the second novel I've written. Please check out Into The Labyrinth: I Will Survive by Evolving in Another World. Please comment if you have any suggestions, advice, or tips you want me to improve on. All is welcome! I will take careful consideration to make sure this novel is the best story that it can be. Thank you for reading :]

"NO!" Ralph screams as he watches as Jake, the one he called a friend stabs Astrid in her stomach. "It's over." He says with a sadistic smile on his face as he lets go of the knife handle ready to take a step back but can't. "No. It's not." Astrid says through gritted teeth as she grabs him by the neck with the last of her strength. He suddenly starts to feel cold then she lets him go falling to her knees. Jake starts to laugh at her pathetic attempt but stops short when sees ice covering his hands. "What did you do?" He asks as he looks at her in shock as she pulls out the knife, applying pressure to her wound as blood starts to appear on her lips. "You don't need to know because it's over for you." She says as he lets out a scream as he's completely covered in ice. "Karma is a bitch." Astrid says before darkness takes over just as the immobilization spell around Ralph is broken by his magic responding to his emotion.

Somewhere on the Endless Sea. The Border Mist materialized abruptly, shrouding the once calm and grey expanse of the sea. The impenetrable veil of white mist lingered persistently, its undulations akin to a living organism, before eventually receding and vanishing, erasing its existence entirely. In the space that had been occupied solely by the sea's surface, an island emerged, boasting a serene town and a grandiose gothic palace that appeared to cast a watchful gaze upon the city. As the mist traversed the streets, it gradually unveiled the picturesque Victorian-style city. Dim street lamps cast a faint glow upon the cobblestones, revealing numerous statues of varied sizes, shapes, and race. These statues all shared a common trait—they were oriented toward the Gothic palace. Within the opulent throne room stood a resplendent seat of power. Positioned before the throne were additional statues, all bowing in deference to the statue of the Ruler seated upon it. Draped in a cloak, the Ruler exuded an eerie and oppressive aura, even in statue form. Silence permeated the room; no motion, life, or breath stirred. Unexpectedly, the eyes of the Ruler's statue ignited with cerulean flames. 'Ah... what... what's...' Caila pondered as her vision cleared, the memory of darkness faintly lingering. Surveying the hushed hall, she beheld eerie statues bent in obeisance. 'What happened? Ugh... why... why can't I move?' Caila found herself immobilized; only her eyes retained mobility. She strained her gaze downward, catching a glimpse of her hands resting on the throne's armrests. 'Am I a statue? Wha... what? No! Help! Someone, save me!' Internally, she shrieked in panic, met only by an overwhelming silence.

The city was sad. It had just rained, the streets still covered by clouds that seemed about to continue their work, crows flying back and forth on the Curimiet street, landing their disgusting little paws on benches, beggars, cars, and anything immobile for more than 30 minutes, including the corpse that threatened to slip into the manhole, skating on its own blood, mixed with dirty water and urine. More to the center, when the clock chimed twelve times, the meniê* danced on the love poles they built to improve the 'turnover' of customers, like a marble, but instead of tying the being by the neck, the waist was tied to maintain her upright and open. More than twice, after three-thirty-three in the morning, little rows could be seen at the posts, full of pleasurable moments and full of fury. Of course, after some time that practices started, the police had to grow their eyes towards that side of the city, after all, the corpses of women, broken in half started to appear, but well... It's a story for later, ok? Our beginning is far from this melancholy bustle of the city, where the residences were bigger and, consequently, the owners, more dangerous. Well, this one in particular... Maybe she also lost some screws throughout this book. Iliona doesn't seem like the best place in the world to live, I understand. But every place can look a lot scarier with an unexplained corpse on a dark street. The city by day was bright and enchanting. It invites you to fly along the sidewalks, research each brick and visit each museum. Stone houses with their warm fireplaces, spraying smoke into the sky, the smell of warm bread and butter melting in the morning, accompanied by exciting mysteries and unexpected romances. Welcome to Iliona. May we start?

"She has a weak pulse." A strange voice said when Gwen began to regain conciseness, the hardwood floor of her apartment seemed to give way to the earthly smells of the burrow. "Intriguing." The dwarf stood over Gwen; his hands were rough as they held her head in his lap. "On three, 1, 2, 3" on three Gwen felt as if she was floating, it took a second for her body to register the Rigid Stretcher in conjunction with the cervical collar, head immobilizer, and restraint straps. "I do not know if you can hear me child, but pick one. Choose an anchor." The dwarf's words felt like instructions. Like he was trying to guide her. "Let's get her to the elevator, dispatch we have a female, 25 years old, head trauma." Gwen could not see what was going on; her vision was lost to the wash of bright lights and blood that covered her face. "Is she going to be okay?" Gwen recognized that voice, it was Marci, and she was in such distress Gwen could smell the mossy earth all around her; then the distinct smell of city air, filled with smog. She could swear she heard the gentle pops of the small fire that was present in the dwarf's manor, yet still feel the bumps of potholes. In one instant, Gwen could hear a loud ear-shattering siren, next the soft pleads of the old dwarf. Then nothing, all the sounds melted away. The perplexing images just stopped, and in that brief moment, everything seemed to become calm. She found comfort in that calm, and then she faded into the black.