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Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

Shu Yu transmigrated to become a mob character, exiled into oblivion after appearing twice after helping the female side character who kept trying to dig a deeper hole for herself. Realizing she couldn't change the outcome, Shu Yu decided to just goof off. But even before the exile came, she was suddenly told that she was not a daughter of the Shu family. She was born to a farmer's family, who were so poor they couldn't afford to repair their leaking house. Having decided to eliminate the tarnishing of their good name, Shu Yu's adopted family decided to murder her. Shu Yu: Come on, see who dies. Returning to her biological family, the sight of a plate of salted vegetables, a barely-full bowl of rice, and her real parents' nervous looks, she finally sighed. No more goofing off, or she's going to starve to death.

18+ ⚠️ Warning Kisah ini mengandung obsesi, luka batin, dan cinta yang membakar hingga menyakitkan. Tidak cocok untuk hati yang lembut dan jiwa yang mencari cinta yang manis. Baca dengan napas tenang… atau jangan jatuh terlalu dalam.. "Kau adalah milikku, Rae. Bahkan sebelum kau tahu aku ada di dunia ini." "Kau bisa miliki tubuhku, Alaric. Tapi tidak jiwaku." Rae Whitmore, seorang penulis muda asal New York, hidupnya berubah dalam satu malam ketika ia terjebak dalam permainan gelap seorang pria yang tidak mengenal kata maaf: Alaric Deveraux. Alaric adalah pria yang tak bisa disentuh—dingin, kejam, dan terlalu berbahaya untuk dicintai. Ia mengendalikan bisnis gelap dari balik topeng seorang CEO sukses di London. Tidak ada yang bisa mendekatinya... sampai Rae tanpa sengaja mengungkap salah satu rahasia masa lalunya. Bagi Alaric, Rae adalah kelemahan. Dan kelemahan harus dikendalikan. Ia menculik Rae, bukan untuk membalas dendam, tapi untuk mengikatnya di dunia yang penuh dengan kekuasaan, pengkhianatan, dan gairah yang membakar. Tapi Rae bukan wanita lemah. Ia menolak tunduk. Hingga akhirnya, mereka berdua sadar... cinta mereka bukan cinta biasa. Ini adalah racun yang pelan-pelan membunuh, tapi membuat candu. Ketika masa lalu Alaric terungkap, dan kebenaran tentang siapa Rae sebenarnya muncul ke permukaan—dunia mereka tidak akan pernah sama lagi.

When she was ten, she said, "When I grow up, I want to be the President!" "It's impossible, but you can be the President's wife," he replied. He gazed at her tenderly. His youthful eyes filled with deep affection, as if he wanted to give her the whole world. When she was thirty-three, due to a leak of military secrets, she was imprisoned for treason, and she saw his signature on the death sentence document. She finally understood that the so-called undying love was fake, and that power and status were the true goals. Love is just like a ghost—more talked about than seen. ... Reborn and back to the age of twenty, she opened her eyes and shouted, "I must be the President!" "But, Madam... Your husband is already the President," someone said. She was stunned for only a second, then viciously replied, "Then I'll take him down first, and I'll become the President!" A man gently pushed open the half-closed door, chuckling softly, "Did I hear wrong? Sweetie, you want to... take me down?"

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——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

Bella Rivers didn’t come to Whitethorn Academy looking for a second chance. She came to disappear in a new world. After a scandal blew up her life back home, she wanted to be somewhere no one knew her name — not the boy who leaked her nudes, and especially not the best friend who gave nothing but pure evil in return for her love. Fresh in a new school in the heart of the forest — much to Bella’s preference — she blends in like a chameleon. Sensing the energy from the last living descendant of the cursed Moonblood line, four boys — powerful and untouchable, the Greek gods — start circling around her like they’ve picked up a scent. “Did I become this beautiful overnight?” Bella questions herself. But when her skin burns beneath the moonlight and a mark blooms on her wrist like wildfire, Bella realizes she didn’t come here to escape her past. In fact, she possesses something entirely sensational — wilder than her dreams. Whatever’s been sleeping inside her? It has awakened hungry. And it doesn’t care who it burns to reclaim its throne.

Rae was never supposed to be Marked. Now hunted by a Kingdom that want her erased. She found herself tangled with Kael – a deadly fugitive with secret burned into her skin and eyes that whispers war. As the two girls raced against fate, their bonds threates to unravel everything; destiny, survival....and the feeling both of them were never to have. In the world where fate is written in golden Marks, can Rae survive the war she never meant to enter or will she fall for the girl that started it?. Woved Between Her War And My Weakness is a slow-burn LGBTQ+ fantasy parked with danger, secret, and a connection too strong to ignore. #lgbt #teenlove #adventures #war #magic

In a world where magic was sealed away and children with powers were hunted, the academies were meant to help, but instead, they created weapons and prisoners. When the ancient seal breaks, magic leaks back into reality, unraveling a fragile balance built on fear and lies. Among the chaos rise fractured minds, twisted loyalties, and those who must face the darkness within themselves and the world around them. Shards of a Broken Seal follows a tangled web of characters: marked youths, undercover allies, and exiled royalty all caught in a slow-burning rebellion against a corrupt system determined to silence the Enchanted. This is not a story of heroes and villains. It is a story of survival, identity, and the painful cost of power in a world where nothing is black or white. Brace yourself for a dark fantasy of shattered seals, broken minds, and a world forever changed.

**Mature Content Warning** This novel contains morally bankrupt decisions, unapologetically villainous behavior, corporate warfare, system abuse, woman-stealing, protagonist-trampling, psychological manipulation, and occasional spicy entanglements—some consensual, others complicated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a world where megacorporations rule like feudal dynasties and cultivation is under corporate rule, Vincent Cornelius wakes up in a silk-sheeted bed beside a suspiciously curvy woman. Reincarnated into the body of a doomed CEO fated to be a "villain's father". Vincent quickly realizes he's a disposable background character— the kind destined to be humiliated, ruined, and killed so that his pathetic son, can become a stepping stone for some arrogant, heaven-defying, cliché cultivation protagonist. Unfortunately for fate, Vincent didn’t reincarnate to play along. He reincarnated to ruin protagonists for profit. Armed with the Corporate Villain Expansion System, every cruel scheme, humiliating press leak, or market manipulation against protagonist nets him Villain Points—and every time he crushes a “fated encounter,” his Luck Points rise. Turn the protagonist into a drugie? +400 VP + 50 LP Reduce the mercenary king to a job of a small security guard? +500 VP +100 LP Cause chaos in a protagonist's harem—emotional betrayal, internal sabotage, or seduction ? +1,000 VP +200 LP As his mid sized logistics corporation moves towards becoming a corporate megaforce, Vincent must climb the cultivation ladder, weaponize capitalism, and outwit Fate itself—one bankrupt protagonist at a time. The world wants him humbled. The story wants him deleted. But Vincent Cornelius is here to rewrite the script. He’s about to prove that in this world, the real golden finger is a hostile takeover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer (Filed Personally by Vincent Cornelius): If, by some cosmic accident, any names, corporations, or highly sensitive trade empires mentioned in this story resemble real-world entities—rest assured, it’s entirely coincidental. I am far too busy conquering fictional markets to bother with actual ones. No offense is intended. No lawsuits, either. Unless you’re a protagonist. In which case… file away. I'll be waiting—with a better lawyer and a hostile takeover plan. This is fiction. Relax. Or invest.

But will he succeed… Can Vikram truly stop these twisted demons—creatures who slaughter humans by making their intestines explode from within, all by simply shoving cursed feathers into their ass ? From the divine mind of Brahma, the god of creation, came not only beauty and order—but also the flaws of existence. One such flaw was born from his back, not his heart or mind—a symbol of neglect. That flaw took form as Adharma, the embodiment of impropriety. Adharma married Mithya, the goddess of falsehood, who twists truth and clouds clarity. From their union came Dambha (Vanity), representing arrogance born from lies, and Maya (Illusion), his sister and future wife, who wraps the world in deception. Dambha and Maya gave birth to Krodha (Anger)—the violent force of pride and frustration. He, too, married his sister, Himsa (Violence)—a being that thrives on pain and destruction. From them was born Kali—not a god, but a force destined to rule the final age due to his bloodline connection to Brahma. Thus began Kali Yuga, an era fated to last 432,000 years—a time where neither gods nor demons are allowed to intervene in the human realm. But one demon rebelled—Rudra. Seeking to overthrow Kali, he unleashed chaos on the human world, shattering the divine balance and leaking celestial power into the mortal realm. As humans unknowingly begin to awaken to these powers, the order of the universe teeters on collapse. To stop this spiral, the gods choose a protector for Earth: Vikram. His destiny is not to conquer, but to restore balance—to walk the line between gods, demons, and mankind… and maintain cosmic order.

When the world ended, Clayton Hunt was just another street survivor scavenging for scraps, fighting for breath in a crumbling society on the edge of ruin. Then the sky cracked open, and the Genesis Protocols began. Dragged into Echoterra, a nightmarish trial world where survival rewrites your very soul, Clayton awakens. Not as a man, but as a seed… a goddamn seed! Stripped of his body, his memories locked behind suffocating layers, he must claw his way upward from the dirt, evolving into something far beyond human. The first trial is brutal and simple. ~----~ [Expand your territory to 100 square meters or die!] ~----~ Facing monstrous rivals, parasitic invaders, and the harsh reality of nature’s cruelty, Clayton battles not only to grow but to dominate; harnessing a feral, plantlike instinct he never knew lurked inside him. Along the way, fragments of his past leak through, reminding him who he was… and hinting at the terrifying power he might yet awaken. But survival isn’t enough. In a world where strength writes the law and weakness spells extinction, Clayton won’t just grow. He’ll thrive. And when he finally returns to the real world, it won’t be as a scavenger. It will be as a conqueror.

Rae, a perverted thief with bad luck and worse life choices, was caught peeping on a couple getting busy. Naturally, he got his ass kicked—and his life ended. Or so he thought. Just before his untimely demise, Rae had one last wish: to live like a king, surrounded by voluptuous women with big booties and even bigger breasts. Turns out, death wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning. Rae woke up in a fantasy world, and not just any world, but one where he was gifted a special system. A system... with some unusual tastes. [Ding!] [Quest: Drink breast milk from the source.] [Litres: 0/10] [Reward: Race Change from Goblin to a race of your choosing.] "Wait—what? I’m a goblin now?!"

She was supposed to be the love of his life—until the tabloids crowned another woman in her place. Now, the world thinks she’s broken. They’re about to learn she’s dangerous. Evie Andrew thought she’d escaped her past. She had a quiet flower shop and an engagement ring from billionaire heir Tommy Mackenzie. A bright future was finally within reach. But when photos of Tommy on a secret date with glamorous socialite Alexa Donovan flood the tabloids, Evie’s fairytale explodes overnight. She is betrayed, humiliated and then... hunted. Someone is leaking her darkest secrets. Her stalker ex has returned with blackmail that could destroy everything. And the man she loves is caught between family legacy and public scandal. He’s smiling for the cameras with another woman—one who just might be trying to erase Evie from existence. As threats escalate from gossip columns to car chases and attempted murder, Evie is forced to choose: become the victim they expect, or rewrite the game. Because beneath the designer gowns and billion-dollar secrets, someone is lying. And in a world where trust is currency and love is leveraged, Evie’s about to show them what happens when a survivor stops running.

I didn’t grow up with chances. Just hard pavement, missed meals, sirens at night, and a cracked ceiling that leaked when it rained. My voice? Just noise to most people. Another kid talking big in a world that don’t listen. But then something changed. A screen popped up. A voice came through. Not from a phone, not from a speaker, from somewhere deeper. A system. A mission. A path I never asked for, but maybe always needed. Now every line I spit hits harder. Every verse sharpens me. Every crowd I face feels like another boss battle. My pain? It’s fuel. My trauma? It’s data. My voice? Finally, it’s got weight. I’m hungry. I want this. But this world don’t give without taking. People who used to ride with me are falling back. Love’s starting to feel like a trap. Labels flash checks with strings I can’t see. Enemies? They’re not just on the outside. This system might make me a legend. But if I’m not careful, it’ll make me lose everything else. So the question is… how far am I willing to go to become the greatest rapper alive?

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Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

"I am never going to accept you. " I don't care that your my fated mate, it's never going to happen. Why don't you just go and keep sleeping with every girl you come across, or are you already tired of being a whore. She grits her teeth, making Haze frown. "Don't fucking call me that" He says Immediately, trapping her against the wall, trying to fight his wolf for dominance, when he feels a spark surge through his body. The mating bond was itching at his skin. She was sure he could smell the Pheromone scent leaking off her. He took a deep breathe as he tried to control him self , letting out a heavy sigh and a little chuckle. "You'll be mine sooner or later, and when that happens, you'll be moaning my name out of those sweet pump limps. He says leaning closer into her neck and inhaling her scent, leaving no space between them. Haze is used to having any and every woman he wants at his disposal. He was 21, devilishly handsome and without a mate, he believed his mate never existed. Bella was used to being the outcast and punching bag of her pack. she had been bullied and down on by her family and pack. She attends a party with her family where she meets Haze , who is the alpha of his pack and her fated mate. She is disheartened and refuses to accept him as her mate. She had only met him but quickly disliked the fact that he was is a womanizer and had been with more girls than she could count. But Haze is persistent to win her heart and right his wrongs. Will she give in to the mating bond and accept him, or make his life a living hell.

Rae Wayne, a 17-year-old high school student, was your typical otaku—kind, hardworking, sneaky-smart, hopelessly romantic, and obsessed with manga about demon princes and fantasy harems. His ultimate dream? To be reborn as an all-powerful demon prince, feared and adored across the realms. One fateful day, while riding the bus with his three best friends, tragedy struck—a speeding train crashed into them. Just like that, their lives were over… or so it seemed. Rae awakens in a mysterious black void, face to face with the enigmatic and seductive Demon Goddess of Rebirth, who offers him a second chance at life. But not just any life—she grants him absolute, god-slaying power and reincarnates him into the body of Rae Voidheart, the Demon Prince of another world who has been in a coma for years. The moment Rae opens his eyes, the world trembles. His aura alone sends shockwaves through realms—demons, humans, angels, ancient gods, monsters, even the Primordial God of Creation feel his awakening. His power eclipses even the Demon King, his father, shaking the hierarchy of existence to its core. Now wielding unimaginable strength, charm, and magic, Rae sets off on a legendary journey through a vast world of swords, sorcery, and political intrigue. From dungeon crawling and slaying corrupted royalty to forging alliances with elves, beastfolk, dragons, angels, and goddesses, Rae embraces his new life with reckless joy and burning ambition. But things aren’t that simple. His three best friends have also been reborn—as Summoned Heroes of the human kingdom, destined to fight the demon race. A clash may be inevitable. Along the way, Rae builds a wild and diverse harem—from demon queens and rogue princesses to warrior goddesses and slave-turned-heroes, all captivated by his unpredictable charm and power. He laughs in the face of danger, challenges ancient gods for fun, and tears down kingdoms that stand in his way. As Rae Voidheart, the Overpowered Demon Prince, carves his legacy into history, one thing becomes clear: No hero, god, or monster can stop him. He is chaos incarnate. He is salvation and destruction. He is legend.

In a world where gods are dead and their ruins leak the power of creation, one mage is about to break every law of magic. Lucian was born with a bloodline too potent for the world to ignore — heir to arcane brilliance, cursed with expectation, and exiled by fate. Trained in sword and spell, Lucian seeks more than strength. He seeks understanding — of mana, of Aether, of the silent war raging beneath the continent’s surface. But when forbidden dungeons begin to crack reality, when saints clash, echoes of gods roams the lands and demons whisper from beyond, Lucian finds himself hunted by cults, tested by ancient relics, and haunted by a name: Nullum. Bonded to trusted allies and his mastery of magic, Lucian must battle knights, seers, and sins — all while uncovering the mystery of who he truly is… And what he’s meant to become. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Note: Cover photo isn't mine. Might release a brainrot novel too(something like idk transmigration into an apocalyptic fantasy world with an SSS rank 100% extraction skill and a Godly Harem. Expect faceslapping and fanservice cus why not? :])

In a world where emotion fuels destruction, the greatest threat isn’t what people do—it’s what they don’t. Drive is the volatile energy born from resisting your own instincts. Repressed rage. Swallowed fear. Suppressed guilt. Most people leak it. Others wield it. And when too much builds up, it doesn’t vanish—it festers. The result? Hollows—mindless entities formed from humanity’s buried urges. They haunt the streets, feeding on tension, grief, and silence. At the center of it all is the Core Authority—a broken institution that recruits emotionally unstable teens to contain what adults caused and can't control. Failing is death. Succeeding means losing yourself anyway. In this system, being strong means being unwell—and surviving means never being whole again.

In a normal ongoing world (earth), people going on there daily tasks and working place as normal. Life continues as usual!!! Suddenly!! sky blue view slowly taken a drastic turn and slowly turns into red color like evening sky. 'Hah?? (Someone notice) Is it already 5:00 PM or what??' (While looking sharply at the sky) 'Hey! Mom look at the sky. Its kind of weird.' (A little girl noticed and calls her mother to look at the scenery.) 'Oh! Yeah it's a bit weird.' (Her mother responses) Hmm!?? Is it a hole or what?? (She looks something with wide eyes) Suddenly!! *Crack! Split!! (like a broken mirror) red sky got break like a hole in space-time fabric and...... *Whoooosh gradually taken a shape of a big blue WORMHOLE in flat horizontal way on sky and like from a complete void, some thing -- appeared.... from other side of that portal and obviously not a humanly figure but... something which we can only assume in our old fantasy stories. (Want to know?? Then go read the *PROLOGUE of this story) However in short... this sudden extraordinary and otherworldly phenomena led to a disruption in the sky, causing by some unknown huge force a pathway in space-time fabric of various distant spots to be connected with each other, leading to the interlink between foreign worlds we never even get to know through our various space operations that led to the emergence of, what we can only say is by its whole structure and function, 'A DUNGEON' throughout the whole world in different countries, places and landscape which is still hidden from human eyes. And most biggest danger these unknown and illogical things brought upon whole world is, that it filled with various malicious and deadly unknown and some unseen but heard at least once in our childhood stories, beasts or say monsters. That by there way of actions, can only be waiting to cause havoc and bloodshed over the whole of humanity, like the once done by the very 1st "Magical Beast" appeared and land his foots on this world, through the very 1st of these magical wormhole. (The one I mentioned earlier) But as there's the equal and opposite reaction of every action, there's also the emergence of a powerful enhanced group of humankind, came to be known as 'HUNTERS' that effectively have enough potential and ability required to kill the ones that are any threat to whole mankind. Though they all are itself different from other humans too. Well, How? 'Mana/Qi/Chi/Prana/Aura' as many names as clouds in sky, you can think of this kind of energy that only can be understandable in spiritual field, leaks out in open environment of earth like thin air through these gaps in space, that somehow later acts as the main source of defend line against these insane bloody creatures, along with such other extraordinary things in play too, which those who play stimulated games of offering quests and rewards upon success of that, kind of applications knows very well. And so, with this the world enter into a new phase of revolution, as with a whole new source of clean, effortless, less cost-effective and nearly in infinite amount of energy (Mana) that can also acts as a long-running fuel in many fields of mechanics and development, many new technologies and research development goals able to be achieved and developed, in just few years of that very 1st dungeon incident in the world. The overall human society! prevailing hierarchy, class, demands, requirements and goals in life, also changed and flipped in the whole different way, which fits more of a 'brute power, strength and courage to do so', rather than just how much money one have in there pocket to do so. This is a story of a one such normal human (our MC), who in human terms at now with a new prevailing way of society, is at weakest of the food chain but still solely continued his struggle to reach at the top, for achieving his own personal goals in his life. So, let's enjoy his journey in textual form.

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.

The Tower is a prison. Its prisoner is a dying god. And the sickness that killed it is beginning to leak. Erik Thorne is an accident, a soul from another world, an Anomaly that unravels everything he touches. His friends, the only family he has ever known, are becoming living weapons, twisted by his very existence. To save them, he must lead them into the Tower: a sentient, broken machine that knows him, and responds with hostile, unpredictable logic. Within its walls, truth is a lie and history is more real than the stones beneath their feet. As they climb, they uncover a war older than any kingdom, a war against the endless, silent void waiting at the end of all stories. To save the world, Erik must find a weapon; to save his friends, he must find a cure for himself. But what if the only cure is to be unwritten?

‎At just twenty, Christy Scott has lost everything. Betrayed by the people she trusted most, she’s left homeless, jobless, and barely surviving as a dancer in a strip club. ‎ ‎Then Kendrick Black walks in, billionaire, emotionally ice-cold, and hiding a secret that could destroy his reputation. He offers her a deal: pose as his girlfriend for ninety days to kill rumors questioning his masculinity. For Christy, it’s survival. For him, it’s damage control. It’s supposed to be business. Nothing more. ‎ ‎But living under Kendrick’s roof turns out to be more than she bargained for. His manipulative sister wants her gone. His childhood sweetheart plays a twisted game. And worst of all, her ex, the same man who crushed her heart, is now Kendrick’s driver, watching her every move. ‎ ‎Just when Christy starts to find her footing, everything comes crashing down. A leaked video from her past blows up online. Her name, her dignity...shattered. In a desperate attempt to escape the media storm, she’s caught in a brutal accident. ‎ ‎She wakes up in a stranger’s home...Kendrick’s best friend. And with him, the truth: she’s not just anyone. She’s the missing daughter of the powerful Lancaster family. And she’s carrying Kendrick Black’s child. ‎ ‎Now the girl everyone once dismissed is coming back stronger. With fire in her eyes, a baby in her belly, and the truth at her back, Christy is no longer the victim. She’s the storm. ‎ ‎But when the man who couldn’t protect her comes begging for her love, can she forgive him? ‎ ‎Or will she become the bride who burns it all to the ground?

The Hidden Ranker Synopsis: Lucien Drex is a first-year nobody at Arcanum Academy — lazy, unranked, and always missing from class. He naps through spell theory, avoids duels like the plague, and somehow convinces everyone he’s too weak to matter. But beneath the yawn and sarcasm lies something far more dangerous. Lucien doesn’t fight with power. He wins with traps, mind games, and sigils nobody else understands — because he helped design the system in secret before anyone knew his name. And when his old identity starts to leak through the cracks of Arcanum’s elite society, so do the enemies who erased him once before. Now, secret organizations like the Pale Sigil want him as a pawn. Rival prodigies try to expose him. And one girl — Seraphina Vale — might just remember the day he rewrote a forbidden flame sigil and disappeared from existence. Too bad Lucien just wants a nap. With sarcastic plans, manipulated professors, and terrifyingly accurate "accidents," Lucien slowly breaks the Academy’s ranking system from within — all while hiding the truth:

Seraphina’s fated mate rejected her to marry the Lycan Chairman’s daughter - Adrian Valois’s precious Camille. As if that wasn’t brutal enough, he destroyed her family and tried to force her into becoming his secret mistress! Seraphina’s answer? “I’d rather be with your future father-in-law than ever submit to you!” Adrian is notorious for his power, wealth, and being the ultimate playboy who never touches the same woman twice. But Seraphina’s about to shatter all his rules… over and over again.

> They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. For Hannah Lipitin, what almost killed her was her own leaked video. Now, armed with a seriously bad reputation and a burning desire for payback, Hannah's about to learn that the most dangerous friendships are the ones you never see coming. Enter Stephen: new to town, carrying her own secrets, and fixated on Hannah's spectacular fall from grace. Is Stephen a savior, a saboteur, or just someone who enjoys watching the world burn? Buckle up for a story of twisted loyalties, social warfare, and the electrifying question of who you can really trust when your life goes viral for all the wrong reasons. >

He was built to survive the end of the world. But no one taught him how to live afterward. Ten years ago, Leo Vance erased a city—and then vanished into silence. Now, he lives alone in a high-security containment shell, watched like a warhead that still might detonate. Officially, he's a living weapon. Unofficially, he’s a man unraveling at the seams. His powers are unstable. His memories are fractured. His emotions are… dangerous. But someone wants to fix that. Dr. Aris Thorne doesn’t see a weapon. She sees a person buried beneath layers of grief, guilt, and government programming. Through fragile therapy sessions and impossible questions, she dares Leo to look inward—at the trauma he’s sealed away. When a leaked video exposes him to the world again, Leo is forced to navigate a collapsing boundary between who he was made to be… and who he might become. Can you heal while being watched? Can you feel when you were never meant to? Can you trust someone enough to let them into the very core of your wound? Because if Leo loses control again—emotionally or otherwise—the next explosion won’t be contained to a crater. Themes: Emotional Healing Power vs. Humanity Therapy and Trust Identity Crisis Guilt and Redemption Man vs. Control System Loneliness in a Monitored World Weaponization of Trauma Silence, Rage, and the Breaking Point

Kim Woo-jin, a college freshman, is caught off guard when a mysterious leak in his dorm bathroom leads him to his suspicious neighbor, a handsome Russian painter named Caesar. Despite his initial concerns, Woojin brushes off the strange encounter and goes about his day. On his way home from school, however, he inadvertently witnesses Caesar disposing of a body and realizes he's unwittingly become embroiled in a dangerous situation. Overwhelmed but determined, Woojin becomes obsessed with uncovering the truth and bringing Caesar to justice, launching a thrilling and perilous investigation that tests his courage and resourcefulness. As Kim Woojin investigates the mysterious Russian painter Caesar, he stumbles upon a peculiar camera in an alleyway near his dorm. Little does he know that this camera holds the key to unraveling the truth about Caesar’s dark past. Driven by his need for justice and armed with the camera, Woojin ventures deeper into the danger, using the camera’s footage to navigate a web of deceit and uncover shocking secrets that could cost him his life. The tension escalates as he races against time to expose Caesar’s crimes before they catch up to him.