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Villain by Force: Heroes Are My Prey

Linggis Joe, a hybrid class hunter specializing in both support and swordsmanship, had one goal in life: stay under the radar and live comfortably. Despite being a skilled swordsman, he intentionally downplayed his abilities to maintain his role as a support, avoiding attention from superiors who might assign him to high-profile parties filled with Rank S hunters. For Linggis, fame, rank promotions, or extra money were unnecessary. The steady salary of a Rank A hunter was more than enough. Linggis spent most of his days analyzing the lives of Rank S and SS hunters through social media or observing them during raids—not out of admiration, but to ensure he stayed far away from their chaotic world. All he wanted was a quiet, predictable life without the burden of joining elite parties or dealing with the responsibilities that came with them. But his peaceful existence shattered during a raid. A spear, thrown by a renowned hunter, ricocheted off a monster and flew toward him. In his attempt to avoid it, Linggis fell into a deep abyss within the dungeon. When he woke up, he was no longer in his world. His system had been replaced with the Pure System, resetting all his levels to zero. Now, he couldn’t rely on the usual methods of leveling up; instead, he had to improve through conventional means like training and perseverance. To make matters worse, the system had assigned him the role of a villain. If he refused, the system would kill him. Trapped in this new reality, Linggis Joe must confront heroes sent to stop him while trying to navigate a world that despises him. Can Linggis Joe survive in a world that demands his downfall? Or will he succumb to the villainous role forced upon him?
Levi_lly · 876 Views

Phantom Warfare

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."
Emad_Sadiq · 1.6K Views

When did My Tears Ricochet?

Wanna escape reality? Yeah, I got nothin' of that. Not a fan of romance nor fantasy, just someone who wants to write something depressing— Hey, if I'm miserable, you should too. So here's the story of how I died— yep, major spoiler. Yes, I'm narrating my own story, so what? I'm also gonna talk shit about myself, yeah... Who does that? Me, beyotch. I have a love and hate relationship with myself. My story is like a rollercoaster ride— cliche isn't it? Probably. If you want to cry, and then laugh afterwards like an idiot or someone who spent their whole day scrolling on TikTok with different context, you'll probably like this. I was never abused when I was a kid— you might be asking "Hm, how is this a depressing story if the main character was never abused when she was a kid?"— First of all, that's horrible, (Hulk, 2022). I mean, you guys expecting a literal kid to experience shit. Second, that's not the only thing you should expect. As I grew up, I thought "Damn, what a bummer, I've been looking forward to being an adult... lay around, do nothing, stare at the ceiling, and become a freeloader."— I realized that is the literal definition of someone who's diagnosed with depression or some other mental disorder or just lazy af. I was hit by Reality driving a bulldozer. I lost everything because of a huge mistake. I want it back... I want it all back. I want my life back but there's nothing I can do now. Looking back, I think I should've been nicer to everyone... but maybe it's for the better, since I'm already dead, they're not gonna have a hard time moving on from losing me since I'm a piece of shit. Do you still want to read this? Oh, no, it will not end with me dying. Wanna find out the ending of this? Yeah, me too. Sit back, relax, and read.
akaiiiiiiii · 895 Views

First Term: Survival

*Excerpt* “I’m not going anywhere.” Sky said cutting him off as she gave him a cold, rage-filled smile. The male also smiled back; his grey eyes filled with delight. “Then I challenge you.” He said. Sky pulled her fans from their belt. “Fine. Dain Caellustria is the witness. I’ll get him and meet you at-” “Why go anywhere?” The male asked conversationally as Sky felt air moving above her head. She jumped to her right as a blade of air slammed into the ground. She dodged again as a yellow gray bolt of air flew at her. Left, right, back, down, over, she moved. She knew she couldn’t keep this up though. Unfurling her fans, she ran at him, dodging as she closed the distance. A big, blue-gray cloud appeared in her path and seeing it, Sky hesitated a second too long. One of the smaller darts bit into her left side. She was too angry to feel it, even though it tore deep into her flesh. The cloud started moving for her. As quickly as she could, she spoke the words for the magic shield spell. It exploded into being around her just in time. The cloud hit it and a violent wave of magical energy ricocheted back at the male. He doubled over as it slammed him into the wall. This was her chance! Sky surged forward breaking her shield spell and sliced at him with her fans. He grinned and spun, a sword flashing into existence in his hand. Hastily, Sky twisted to the side. The male’s thrust went past her. He swung sideways at her. Sky blocked with her right fan while she struck for his neck with her left. She felt a pop in her right wrist as the male jerked back out of her reach. Spinning forward with her fan blades out, Sky pressed him back. She kept up a furious string of attacks but everyone she made he countered at the last second. Then she realized it. He was toying with her. Seeing the expression on her face change, the male smiled and began attacking in earnest. It was all Sky could do to block. As she spun to the left to avoid his sword, a dagger that she hadn’t seen traced fire down her back as it cut her deeply. Sky staggered panting as she tried to catch her breath. “You know, you’re pretty good.” The male jeered. Sky looked at him. He was smiling again but it didn’t reach his eyes. They looked like death. “You’re just no match for me...
SandiBell · 111.3K Views
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