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Wayward Vagabond

"Ashes of Crestfall: The Rise of Aaron San Agustin"

Aaron San Agustin was never meant to be noticed. Born in the rural city of Crestfall, where secrets weigh heavier than the soil, he grew up under the shadow of poverty, fractured loyalties, and a family bound by silence. Burdened by the emotional wreckage of a complicated upbringing, Aaron made a quiet decision: to walk away from his past and build a life of quiet endurance in Velmont City—a place that promised opportunity, but offered only relentless struggle. By day, he worked tirelessly to make ends meet, sending money back home to his aunt, Coleen, who kept what little remained of his family afloat. By night, he fought the quiet war of loneliness, rejection, and humiliation—particularly from Elena Layne Fonte’s affluent family, who saw him as nothing more than a poor farm boy clinging to their daughter’s light. But through it all, Elena believed in him. Where others saw nothing, she saw purpose. Her love became his only sanctuary. Then, fate intervened. In a moment of distracted frustration, Aaron mistakenly invested $10,000—nearly all he had—into an obscure digital currency on his outdated smartphone. Ridiculed for his recklessness, he braced for collapse. But the currency was BITX, and within years, its meteoric rise transformed him from invisible to invaluable. Not only did Aaron become one of its largest shareholders, but he was also selected—by means unknown—to receive the Black Diamond Card: a mysterious, elite pass granting him unlimited access to networks of influence, power, and wealth few could imagine. With quiet precision and the same humility that once made him forgettable, Aaron began to reshape his life—and the world around him. But power brings new shadows, and not everyone welcomes his rise. Old secrets from Crestfall stir, dangerous eyes begin to watch, and the quiet farm boy no one believed in becomes a force that neither the elite nor the corrupt can ignore. From forgotten to formidable, Aaron San Agustin is a story of quiet rebellion, impossible odds, and the uncanny twist of destiny that turns broken beginnings into legacies.
vagabond_love1999 · 3.1K Views

The Omniversal Vagrant

Li Wei, who once reached the peak of existence—that incomprehensible threshold where thought and the void merge, and universal laws dissolve into truth itself—has returned to the past. In this return, he lost control of his vast laws and powers, becoming trapped in a mortal body. He retains memories of his previous life, but these are only intangible fragments, impossible to fully control or use while his fragile mortal existence confines him. Unable to override this world's rules, his destiny is tied to it, forcing him to be just another person in its intricate web. Awakening as a simple vagabond in a ruthless and cruel Murim, where ancient clans like the Righteous Sect factions, the Murim families, and the fearsome Demonic League vie for control, Li Wei must climb from scratch. His only hope lies in two unusual artifacts: the enigmatic Mirror of Truth, which not only reveals weaknesses and allows him to modify or create martial techniques at a brutal cost in energy and treasures, but also offers a glimpse into cosmic truths; and the System of Ascension, a separate entity that rewards him for defeating or subjugating powerful individuals, and grants access to a hidden shop with Murim lineages and treasures at astronomical prices. With these treasures, Li Wei must be astute, accumulating resources and overcoming difficult battles, always vigilant not to be exposed while devising complex plans to ascend. But this Murim is not what it seems. Beneath the veil of known factions, a clandestine group of Divine-Level Murim Overlords—forgotten legends, both men and women—secretly manipulates the world. It is a modified realm, perhaps a creation or an experiment of an unknown god. However, for Li Wei, the true terror lies in the chilling suspicion his sealed memories hint at: this world, like many others, might be nothing more than an illusion. His obsession with true reality drives him beyond the Murim. He knows there are ancient immortal worlds and magical universes, some based on Earth's novels and parallel universes created by common human minds, sometimes others products of the fantasy of unknown gods residing beyond comprehension. But the search for truth is not merely a goal of power or longevity; at that level of strength, years of life or power no longer matter. It is a search for a truth that feeds his being, a truth that isn't controlled. Li Wei yearns for a reality where there is no external control or hidden influences, a place where his existence, however insignificant it may seem, is genuine. A truly real universe where only truth matters. This desire compels him to face the unknown, willing to die or press on. He seeks access to universes that are not novels or known parallels, to true worlds where no gift or conspiracy exists, only raw survival without luck or predetermined limits. There, the power of the Mirror and the System might become useless. Li Wei is willing to fall into the nirvana of death or to follow that faint ray of hope guiding him towards a real universe, where the only law is the struggle for supremacy and survival, increasing the danger that he might not survive, nor will any of his powers function at all.
ruben_boneth · 1.2K Views

Opposite My sect

Title: Opposite My sect Synopsis: Hendrix was a penniless, jobless, and luckless Zambian man whose life was the definition of pitiful. Dumped by every girl he approached, mocked by life itself, and tragically killed the very day he finally caught a break—he died in a freak house fire after stuffing himself with food for the first time in years. The gods watched in disbelief. One goddess, both amused and baffled by his cringe-worthy pickup lines and pathetic end, decided to reincarnate him—not out of pity, but curiosity. Giving him a strange and humiliating system called the Sect Expansion System, she promises to cure his shyness through pain and progress… by forcing him to build a powerful sect in another world. Reborn as Alex Kai, son of a disgraced and exiled shinobi woman who survived a brutal war and raised him in the deep jungle, Alex trains under her watchful, masked eye. His mother, once a feared assassin in the all-female Blood Blossom Sect, never reveals her past—only that Alex must leave one day and make his own path. At 17, after surviving a deadly ambush and discovering his mother’s harrowing history, Alex sets off to build his own sect. But there's a problem: the system forbids him from entering towns, unlocking mana, or accessing powers without first recruiting members. Even with his strength and training, he's just a guy stuck in the mountains with no one to follow him. That is, until he finds a mysterious, dirt-covered girl clutching a slime. She’s cute. She’s weird. And she’s a tamer. When she refuses to join his sect, Alex resorts to deception, cooking questionable snake stew and claiming demon tigers roam the forests below. Her only way to eat and survive? Say the humiliating recruitment phrase: “I died a virgin loser.” Reluctantly, she joins. And the Wayward Flame Sect is born. With one girl, one slime, zero dignity, and a broken system that demands growth or death, Alex must rise from nothing—recruiting outcasts, building strength, and uncovering the truth behind his mother's past and the goddess who watches from above.
raiven_media · 2.1K Views

Perfect Imperfection: Resurrection of the Wayward Heart

Viviana had many names. From Villainess to Home wrecker, Witch to Bitch. She was the Scandal Queen of the entertainment industry. And there he was. The total opposite of her. Mr. Prince Charming. A Gentleman with no flaws. The dream guy of million of girl. One was filled with flaws. An Epitome of Imperfection. But the other, a symbol of perfection. And how they came to be together.... is a long story. **** A love story in the entertainment industry. **** Vivi's life has always been an example of flaws. Of imperfection. But one day, she meets a perfect man. He couldn't be any more different than her. She was a bird that soared in the sky freely. But he taught her that there was always a place for her on the vast land. He became the light in her darkness filled life. But it turned out he was someone she couldn't have. So, she let him go. For three years after he went out of her life, she was like a blind bird that had lost its ability to fight. She entered the entertainment industry only to be captured by the dark side of the society. As a person who had lost her will to fight, she let herself be the bad guy in front of the world. But she never expected that one day, the person she had let go of would appear in front of her door, asking her to let him into her life again. Will she be able to forget all reasons and accept him back to her life? Or will she move on from this page and open a new chapter of her life? *** [The beginning is a bit slow paced since it focus on the Female Lead's character development and the dark side of the entertainment industry. Don' mistake the FL for a pushover... She's not.]
A_Mis · 57.5K Views

I'll time-travel to mentor legends across eras

I was squatting on the steps of the Acropolis, clutching the terracotta goblets I had just bought, and watching this old man with bare feet bickering in the marketplace. The olive crown on his head was tilted to one side, his old robes were stained with mud, but his eyes shone as if they were burning through marble pillars. "Is this young Socrates?" I poked at the golden ball of light floating in the air. "Are you sure he's not a vagabond?" "Target Intelligence Level detected: SSS." The cold voice of the system sounded in the ear, "The host is advised to immediately perform the task of receiving students, remaining time: 2 hours 59 minutes." I touched the linen bag around my waist, which contained the system's "starter pack" - a bag of Skittles, two spring-loaded fist toys, and three glowing glass marbles. According to the instructions, these 21st century gadgets will conquer any ancient sage. "Get out of the way!" A rude roar interrupted my thoughts. Three strong men in purple cloaks pushed through the crowd, the leader with a bronze dagger at his side. Socrates, you are again deluding the citizens with your fallacies! The consul has decreed..." I jumped up and hit my lower back against the pillar and gasped in pain. The system said failure would turn me into a hamster, and I don't want to store food for winter on my fuzzy cheeks. When the strong man's fist was about to touch the tip of Socrates' nose, I swung my spring fist. "Snap!" Bronze wrist guards collide with plastic fists, and springs suddenly stretch like a silver snake around a strong man's wrist. The crowd exclaimed, and even Socrates widened his eyes. I slipped Skittles into his hand. "Taste this, the nectar of the gods from Mount Olympus." The blue-robed philosopher licked the colored candy hesitantly, and his gray beard popped up. "Sweet! And fruity! Young man, are you the atomic messenger of Democritus?" "Detected the target character's favorability +50%," the system's voice suddenly becomes cheerful, "invite the host to philosophical enlightenment." I stared at the ripped socks sticking out of the corner of Socrates' robe, and suddenly remembered what I had read in my high school textbook. In 399 BC, the philosopher would drink poisoned wine for "corrupting the youth." Now, like a child, he was handing out candy to the wildcats by the road, and the purple cloaks were stamping their feet with anger. "Sir," I pulled out the last item, "would you like to play a triage game?" The glowing glass marble rolled in the palm, reflecting a rainbow of light, "Truth is like this bead, every facet is a part of the truth." As soon as Socrates' fingers touched the marble, something strange happened. The pearl burst into the sky, casting holograms - a 3D model of the Academy of Athens 2,000 years later, with scholars in suits shuttling between the marble columns. The old philosopher was so excited that he knocked over the clay pot: "How beautiful! This is the embodiment of dialectics!" "Congratulations to the host for completing the first Act!" The system bursts into an electronic firecracker sound, "Acquire Skills: The Eye of Truth (can see through any sophistry)." Next time: Florence, Spring 1503. I took a last look at Socrates, surrounded by citizens, who was making a boat out of candy wrappers to play with a wild cat. As the golden swirls unfolded beneath my feet, I heard him ask, "What should a disciple call a teacher?" "Victor Fool." I laughed and jumped into the time tunnel, and suddenly the system screamed, "Warning! Skittles wrapper left in B.C. --"
shiMe · 9.2K Views

Madbound: Healer's Bane

Amidst an apocalyptic virus, Alona Lim had always been fond of blood and needles. She's considered to be a one in a million genius young doctor. However, she made a decision that had endangered humanity's only hope for survival—risking the last prototype vial on her best friend Harold. Being the risk taker that she was, Alona took even the slimmest chance of her best friend's survival despite the consequences it bear, only to wake up anew in another body. Alona, who was now named as Vera, swore she'll never get involved with medicine ever again and will enjoy her new life with much more action instead of grinding herbs and learning anatomies. But, seeing how these new people have terrible medical services, much less hygiene, had been sending her wits to the edge. Living in a patriarchal kingdom was already stressful as it was, but seeing how years of unbrushed teeth smooch, months of unshowered people shamelessly walk around, cooking ingredients from rat-infested food storage, and everything that checks off of the bucket list on how to spread a plague fast makes her OCD screech the shit out of her system. Medicine was easy, however, there were also different kinds of people who were fond of blood and needles—the "demonic" witches. Being born as a noble lady, the only reason they must get involved with needles are sewing and embroidery. Medical practitioners are only for the men, the "only logical beings." Witchcraft was a big taboo and considered as demonic practice that were associated with women who disobeys their father or husband. Once discovered that one practices witchcraft awaits nothing but grave punishments. But it does not help much when she's straight-up wayward with a calloused heart. As much as Alona shows potential as a medicine practitioner, she had to keep her male disguise, if not, more and more people will rise suspicion with her erudition to heal.
_snowdrop · 22.2K Views

HOW ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST HELP ME TO RECOVER MY STOLEN BITCOIN

The aroma of mangos and gasoline still festers. I'm zigging and zagging down Bali's mad streets on a rented bike, my existence and crypto riches secure in the back of a backpack. And then? Spinning on the sidewalk, dodging airborne papayas, and a helpless victim as a thief swiped my sack from my shoulder in the mess. Inside: $310,000 in Bitcoin, ten years of digital vagabond work, and the socks I preferred. Local officials yawned, sipping sugary tea beside a whirring ceiling fan. "Suku banyak cryptonym?" they complained, inviting me to submit a report after nap time.  My crypto fortune was evaporating faster than an Indian sandcastle swept by monsoon rains. WhatsApp info:+12723  328 343 Enter ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST, recommended by a seasoned highway veteran on a forum thread captioned "When Your Life Gets Pirated (Literally)." Desperation compelled me to cling to hope like a guest on a broken-down scooter. Their support team didn't even raise an eyebrow at my incoherent rantings. They asked for timestamps, transaction hashes, and whatever bit of metadata Website info: http s:// adware recovery specialist. com  today's detectives use magnifying glasses instead. As it turned out, my thief was no genius. He'd tried to wash my Bitcoin through a chain of offshore exchanges, creating a digital trail of breadcrumbs. ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST engineers married blockchain forensics with GPS data from my stolen equipment, following his footsteps like a high-stakes treasure hunt. They tracked him to a cybercafe in Jakarta, where he'd fought with mixers and privacy coins, blissfully unaware that each click was being duplicated. Email info: Adware recovery specialist (@) auctioneer. net  Eleven days later, I received a screenshot: my wallet balance, refilled. No fanfare, no triumphalism, but instead a modest "Your funds are safe. I slumped into a beanbag at a Ubud coworking facility, crying and laughing in half steps, while digital nomads gave me a side-eye over their cold brews. My Bitcoin was restored. My dignity? Still missing, thanks to a viral video of me face-planting into a durian stand. Telegram info: ht tp s:// t.me/ adware recovery specialist1  ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST  did not outsmart a thief, but they unveiled the fragility of our virtual world. Technical sorcery coupled with sheer determination converted a dismal nightmare into a rags-to-riches tale one in which the villain is sent a blockchain paper trail and the hero wears a headset instead of a cape. Today, my backpack holds a decoy wallet and an AirTag surgically attached to my ledger. I’ll never ride a motorbike in flip-flops again, but I’ll always travel with the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST contact saved in triplicate. They’re the antidote to a world where crypto can vanish faster than a beach sunset, and where fruit vendors double as viral content creators. If your crypto ever goes rogue, skip the panic. Call the ADWARE RECOVERY SPECIALIST . Just maybe avoid Bali’s fruit stands while you’re at it.
Donny_Xiong · 662 Views
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