Wooden Hourglass

In a medieval fantasy world where cannonballs and wooden ships can’t begin to challenge his advanced Battleship, a nobody named Roy finds that overwhelming firepower alone isn’t enough to solve all his problems....or is it?

A fantasy tale about a monster boy who can transform into a dinosaur and his childhood sweetheart, embarking on a journey of entrepreneurship while scattering dog food along the way... (A farming novel with plenty of dog food, free trial reading is welcome) (Group: 313392527)

In front of a crowd, the classic "broken engagement" trope unfolded. Gu Feng smiled faintly and took out a golden abacus. "That certain someone, I don’t mind you breaking off the engagement. However, you’ll have to pay me compensation." "At three years and one month old, I secretly fed you a piece of jerky. The meat itself wasn’t worth much, but the seasoning on it was expensive—100 spirit stones." "At three years and two months old, I gave you a wooden knife. This blade was carved over ten years by a master craftsman—1,000 spirit stones." "..." "On top of that, you also owe me compensation for emotional damages over the past 15 years and the next 10,000 years, totaling..." "And for those times I kissed you..." --- Support me on www.patreon.com/c/AnubisTL and Read Ahead!

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the weak summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time. yeah that's me your accidental hero!

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

In a world where time can be rewritten, Kai Voss is the deadliest editor. As an elite assassin for The Hourglass, Kai doesn’t just eliminate targets—he erases them from history itself. No body. No past. No memory of their existence. But when his latest mission fails, Kai finds himself on the wrong end of his own weapon. His past has been rewritten. His identity erased. His allies no longer remember him. Now, hunted by The Hourglass and haunted by fragmented memories that slip away every time he manipulates time, Kai must unravel a conspiracy stretching across the timeline itself. The truth is out there, but if he hesitates—he might forget why he’s fighting at all.

In Neo-Pandora, 2247 time is a fragile commodity. The invention of the Temporal Engine granted humanity glimpses into the past and future—but at a catastrophic cost. Reality itself has begun to unravel, splintering into fractured timelines that bleed into the present. Amidst the neon-lit chaos of this dystopian metropolis, Detective Elias Voss, a disgraced chrono-physicist turned private investigator, survives by solving cases tied to temporal anomalies. Haunted by a failed experiment that scarred him with the ability to see time’s fractures, Elias walks the razor’s edge between the past’s ghosts and the future’s shadows.  When Dr. Lila Kane, a desperate Temporal Institute scientist, begs for his help, Elias is thrust into a conspiracy that threatens to erase Neo-Pandora from existence. A rogue experiment has unleashed a time rift fueled by the Fractured Hourglass, a mythical artifact rumored to hold dominion over time itself. As Elias and Lila race to stop the rift, they uncover a chilling truth: the Hourglass is merely a fragment of the Chrono Core, an ancient power capable of rewriting history—or erasing it entirely.  But the Core’s secrets are guarded by shadowy forces. From the neon-drenched underworld to the Institute’s ivory towers, Elias confronts rogue time travelers, paradox-born monsters, and his own fractured memories. Every step closer to the Chrono Core warps reality further, forcing Elias to question what—or who—is truly real. As the rift consumes the city, he must decide whether to repair time… or shatter it to save humanity Will Elias Voss outrun the ghosts of his past, or will time itself become his greatest enemy?  The Chrono Detective is a high-stakes journey through a collapsing world where every second counts—and every choice could doom reality itself. 

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

Kosma Ars, a man who lost his memory, he really lost everything, he can't remember how to talk, or walk properly. One thing he always does, he sits on a long wooden bench, always staring at the collapsing sky. The sky looks torn from the sides of the clouds, the man wonders why he always sees the same collapsing sky, however, all that is needed, in order to make the man remember who he is. I sometimes want to write some impressive short stories like this, please read this story as you feel comfortable. (If you can, please read my other works)

Twelve Thrones is a tale of twelve kingdoms, each with its own perspective, allowing you to follow one, multiple, or all as you decide who you want to see triumph in the end. But remember—this is a story of war, power, and ambition, and not all kingdoms will survive to the end. Twelve Thrones: Ghar Perspective explores the rise and struggles of the Tribes of Ghar, a land shaped by power shifts and conflict. From its humble beginnings in the savanna, where tribes lived in simple wooden huts, to the emergence of strong leaders and alliances, Ghar’s history is one of survival, unity, and ambition. As the tribes face internal divisions and threats from neighboring kingdoms, their resilience is tested at every turn. The first 25 chapters will cover Ghar’s history, uploaded weekly on Mondays at noon. Afterward, the main story begins with shorter chapters (1–2 per week) focusing on the present day. Unlike the history chapters, the story won’t have dates and will follow 1 character—you’ll need to piece together the timeline through character interactions and events. I recommend reading the series in date order to fully grasp the unfolding history. If the story gains popularity, I might include a date order map on each perspective.

There was a scholar in Tsing Yi who carried a broken wooden sword all day long. The world only saw him crazy and drunk. Little did they know that the sword of the scholar in Tsing Yi was the first-class in the world!

Born in a poor and struggling village, Kael was betrayed by those he trusted the most--his party members whom he thought he could call his friends. Framed for a crime he didn't commit and cast into a wooden prison; Kael's life seemed to have ended in the darkness and despair. However, fate had a cruel twist in store for him. In the shadows of his imprisonment, Kael awakens to a dark power.

"Where’s your flying broom?" "Ah, I already turned it into a chair. Sitting on a wooden stick make my groin hurt." Under the night sky stands Mistheaven Academy, a school filled with mystery. A young boy who shouldn't exist in this world walks through the night to attend the academy. The dim starlight guides him to unravel the academy's mysteries, one by one. Revealing the bloody tragedies that have occurred throughout human history.

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

The World Changed Overnight, Without warning, portals from other realms tore through the sky, opening gateways to nightmarish creatures that threatened to wipe out humanity. Cities burned. Nations crumbled. The monstrous invaders—ranging from grotesque goblins to towering beasts—massacred everything in their path. Amidst the chaos, a new force emerged: The Awakened—humans who mysteriously gained supernatural abilities in response to the invasion. Light burst from their bodies, fire ignited in their palms, water coiled into deadly spears, winds howled at their command, shadows shifted with their will. These resemble as Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Light, and Darkness—became humanity’s last hope against extinction. Kai Jin. A cold, intelligent high school student from Korea, Kai had long abandoned the idea of relying on others. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up alone in a modest apartment, surviving through sheer will and independence. His past trauma left him emotionally closed off, but beneath his calm, detached exterior, a fire burned—a refusal to ever be powerless again. Then, the portals opened, and his world turned upside down. The night was eerily silent. Kai sat in his dimly lit apartment, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The news was flooded with reports of strange anomalies appearing across the globe—massive gates hovering in the sky, creatures emerging from their depths. Some called it a phenomenon. Others called it the end of the world. Then— Scratch. Scratch. A faint noise echoed from the hallway outside his door. Kai frowned. His neighborhood was quiet at night—too quiet for random footsteps. Then— BAM! The apartment door slammed open. A goblin. Small, grotesque, with sickly green skin, jagged teeth, and glowing red eyes. It sniffed the air, its sharp claws twitching in anticipation. Kai’s breath hitched. His mind raced. He had no weapons. No powers. Nothing but his instincts. Move. Now. The goblin lunged. Kai grabbed the closest thing within reach—a wooden chair—and swung it with all his strength.The impact sent the creature stumbling backward, snarling in rage. His heart pounded. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay steady. He couldn’t afford to freeze. He had to kill it. Spotting a kitchen knife on the counter, he dove for it—just as the goblin recovered and charged again. At the last second, he twisted his body, dodging its claws, and in one swift motion— STAB! The knife sank into the goblin’s skull. It shrieked, its body convulsing violently before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Kai stood there, panting. His clothes were splattered with dark, sticky blood. The room reeked of iron and death. Then— Ding! A floating, translucent system window appeared before his eyes. [Awakening Process Complete.] [Congratulations!] [You have awakened.] Kai’s eyes widened. His nightmare had just begun.

"What if your greatest betrayal became your greatest blessing?" 35-year-old Yoo Ha-eun, who gave everything — her youth, love, money, and even her dreams — to her childhood sweetheart Jin Seo-woo, never imagined she’d be betrayed by the two people she trusted most. Catching Seo-woo and her best friend Min Ji-yoon in an intimate scene shattered her world. When Ha-eun demanded her properties and money back, Seo-woo’s mask dropped — and with it, so did she, from a cliff he pushed her off. As she plummeted, death seemed inevitable — until a glowing scarlet hourglass pendant, gifted long ago by a mysterious old woman, activated in her dying breath. Ha-eun awakens, gasping, not in the afterlife — but in her 18-year-old body, back to the first day of university — the day her fate had unknowingly started to spiral. Determined to rewrite her future, Ha-eun promises herself two things: never fall for Jin Seo-woo again, and take back everything she lost — her dreams, her self-worth, and her future. However, fate isn't done playing with her. Enter Kang Ji-hyun, a mysterious, arrogant, yet irresistibly charming millionaire CEO's son, with eyes like midnight and a secret tied to the scarlet hourglass. Ji-hyun, cold to everyone, finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Ha-eun’s strong, changed personality — a girl who remembers a future that hasn’t yet happened. What starts as a battle of wits and heart turns into an adventure filled with romance, comedy, fantasy, thrilling twists, family secrets, and dark truths — all while Ha-eun tries to dodge Seo-woo’s manipulation, Ji-yoon’s jealousy, and her own growing feelings for Ji-hyun. But time is ticking... the hourglass wasn’t just a gift — it was a curse. Can Ha-eun truly change her destiny, or is she only delaying the inevitable? Key Themes: Time Travel & Second Chances: Ha-eun's journey to undo the past and shape her future. Romantic Suspense: A new love, but with shadows of old betrayals lingering. Empowerment & Revenge: A woman who rises from the ashes of betrayal to reclaim her destiny. Fantasy & Mystery: Hidden secrets and twists that challenge everything she thought she knew.

Jeff Anzon, a young man who had just turned 18, was instructed by his father to inherit their family's fortune. He was stunned by this news since what was he going to inherit - their old wooden house? He didn't argue and decided to go back home since he missed them. But a huge problem occurred when he went to the airport and boarded the plane. During the flight, a weird phenomenon happened. Even though it was a bright and sunny day, suddenly it turned stormy, dark, and rainy. As the plane crashed to an uncharted island, Jeff found himself stuck on this island. So, what should he do? Of course, move on and build shelter. Luckily a suitcase floated before him, and he saw an axe inside. As he chopped a tree, he was stunned by the sudden occurrence. 10 Golden Tickets = 1 Bonus Chapter 100 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter

Reign Volks the heir of duchy of Northern empire was a prideful man and he could give up anything for that sole title, even his long love. But who knew that would be his biggest regret of his supposedly victorious life. Does he deserve a second chance? Will he be able to turn the hourglass of fate? Will he succeed in his sole mission of loving his beloved Cylus better?.......

The story follows Walter, a half - pure - blood werewolf who can control his transformation. He lives in the Theocratic Diwei Holy Kingdom, where heterospecifics are mercilessly hunted. Walter, aiming to cross the Shates Wall and reach the Greenland Kingdom, stays at the Arthur family's house, posing as their nephew. He tries to gather information to leave, such as observing Baron Kurtis' mansion. During a witch doctor's execution, a werewolf's attack reveals Friar Fula's powerful strength. Walter realizes that the chaos can be an opportunity to contact other heterospecifics, but he decides to wait until the Church's intense hunting subsides. When he later explores the mansion again, he encounters a powerful werewolf, which forces him to flee. However, this encounter leads to a breakthrough in his perception. To gain resources and information, Walter uses his painting talent to become an apprentice of Painter Alva in the South District Church with the help of Friar Ferra. The prior of the church tests him, but he manages to hide his true identity. While at the church, Walter notices a suspicious worshiper who he suspects is a heterospecific. He follows the trail to the slum, where the strong stench makes his search difficult. Eventually, he finds a blood slave in a small wooden house near the forest. The blood slave, Adel, is in a frenzy for blood. Walter enters the cellar and discovers a corpse and magic potions. He realizes the inhumane actions of the blood slave and takes a book from a hidden compartment. After leaving a warning note for Adel, he escapes and cleans himself in a river. The discovery of the blood slave makes him worry about the complex situation in Roya, especially the possible existence of a pure - blooded vampire.

Shen Mu transmigrates into a cultivation world—only to find he’s just a mortal carpenter. No spiritual roots, no system, just a woodshop in the mountains. Resigned to a simple life, he crafts furniture to make a living. But unknowingly, every chair, table, and carving he makes bends the laws of reality. His discarded scraps become divine treasures. His casually built chairs radiate profound Dao. And now, celestial beings and powerful sects are desperate to meet the hidden expert behind these world-shaking artifacts. Meanwhile, Shen Mu just thinks they're very enthusiastic customers… Thus begins the legend of the Mortal Craftsman Who Shapes the Dao—a man who rewrites the heavens, one wooden stool at a time.

I teleported into a dungeon and found a wooden Saya (Accompany me on finding a Katana)

The night should have been steeped in darkness, but instead, the heavens blazed. A second sun rose over the Kingdom of Eldoria, bathing the land in ethereal gold. Flowers bloomed in an instant, their petals unfurling as if reaching for an unseen deity. The animals of the Whispering Woods stirred, their cries rising in eerie harmony. It was a sign. A rare omen. A child of the elements had been born. But not one child—two. Inside the Dravenhart estate, hidden deep within the forest, screams shattered the unnatural stillness. Lady Althea Dravenhart clung to the sweat-drenched sheets, her body wracked with the agony of bringing life into the world. The midwife gasped as the first child was placed in her arms. A strong boy, his tiny hand clenched into a fist. And there it was—the mark of the elements, inked onto his shoulder like a birthright. An earth elemental. Lord Cassius Dravenhart, Commander of Eldoria’s armies, allowed himself a breath of relief. His son would live. His son would be accepted. But then came the second cry, softer, yet undeniable. Another babe, smaller, delicate. The midwife hesitated as she turned the child over, her breath hitching as her eyes landed on the impossible. The mark. The same symbol of power, only this time, glowing like liquid silver against baby-soft skin. A girl. Terror seized Cassius’s chest. His hands, calloused from years of war, clenched into fists. Female elementals were forbidden—killed on sight. It was a decree, a law upheld for centuries. He should take his sword, end it before anyone found out. But the moment his gaze fell upon the child’s face, his heart twisted violently. Those eyes, still barely open, were his wife’s. The softness of her cheeks, the delicate fingers—she was his blood, his daughter. The midwife’s lips parted, horror dawning in her gaze. “It cannot be—” Steel sliced through the air. Blood splattered the wooden floors as the midwife’s body crumpled. Cassius stood over her, sword still gripped in his shaking hand. The only sound in the room was Althea’s sobs, muffled against the newborn cradled to her chest. His daughter. A forbidden child. Cassius turned, his voice rough with command. “We tell no one. She died at birth.” Althea’s watery gaze met his. “And when they come looking?” “They won’t.” With blood staining his hands, Cassius lifted the child and held her close. He would not let the world take her. Not the kingdom. Not the king. Not the laws written by men who knew nothing of what it meant to love a child beyond all reason. Selene Dravenhart was born in secret, beneath a second sun. And no one—no one—would ever know. But fate is a cruel mistress. And secrets have a way of unraveling.

This planet is home not only to humans but also to countless other races: beasts, elves, vampires, dwarves, and many more. Beyond these sentient beings, there are animals that have undergone mutations—creatures known as monsters or mutants. When these monsters are killed, they vanish without a trace, leaving behind no bodies, no corpses, and no lingering scent. This mysterious world is called Cronos . At the heart of this tale is a young man named Lucferre Caelum , who dreams of bringing peace to Cronos—a world where monsters no longer terrorize humanity, where people can travel freely without fear, and where life unfolds in harmony. Unlike most, Lucferre possesses an extraordinary ability: he can see the dark mist enveloping the monsters. However, when he tries to share this truth, no one believes him—not even his childhood friend, who outright denies his claims. By the age of sixteen, Lucferre had already joined the military. By twenty-three, he rose to become a first-class squadron leader—an elite soldier with the rank of Major. His journey takes a dramatic turn when he is tasked with escorting the Prime Minister to the city of Nubesturrim . What was supposed to be a simple mission quickly spirals into disaster when a colossal dragon-like creature appears, throwing everything into chaos. Lucferre loses consciousness during the ordeal and awakens in a wooden hut deep within an uncharted forest. It is here that Lucferre learns the horrifying truth: all of this destruction is the work of Demons . Determined to restore balance, he resolves to eliminate the Demons plaguing various regions, weakening their influence before confronting the strongest Demon of them all. Along the way, Lucferre meets new allies who reignite his hope, proving that his dream of peace is no longer just a distant fantasy. “I will help you,” one ally declares. “I will stand by your side until the end of our days.” Throughout his journey, Lucferre receives guidance from Goddesses and Angels alike. Even his childhood friend joins him as a trusted comrade, shouting, “Count me in—I’m fighting alongside you!” There is also someone who has waited for him for centuries: “Since the day you were born, I have been by your side. From afar, I watched you grow day by day, week by week, year by year… until the moment you fell from the skies…” But Lucferre’s path is far from easy. As he battles the forces of darkness, he faces betrayal from unexpected quarters. A false deity accuses the real Goddesses, sneering, “She is nothing but a Demon, just like the man standing before you. Why risk your lives for her? Kill her before it’s too late.” When Lucferre demands to know who this voice belongs to, it answers with chilling pride: “…I am God.” Among the challenges Lucferre must face is a monstrous foe he encounters early in his journey—a creature so powerful that he knows he will have to confront it again in the future. Betrayal cuts deep, shaking Lucferre to his core. “…Why did you succumb to the darkness?” he cries out. “Why didn’t you fight back before it was too late?” Yet, despite the betrayals and hardships, Lucferre refuses to give up. He presses forward, driven by his unwavering determination to achieve his dream. The future, once foreseen by the Goddesses, has now become unpredictable. Lucferre must forge his own path, guided by his instincts and the prophecy that whispers of what he might accomplish if he succeeds. His ultimate goal remains unchanged: to create a peaceful world, free from the shadow of Demons.

In the quiet seaside town of Tsukishima, there is a legend—one that no one dares to prove. "On the night of the longest dusk, when the sun refuses to set, cross the old wooden bridge at Kageri Lake. A wish will be granted, but something must be left behind." Sixteen-year-old Renji Asakura is desperate to turn back time. After an accident leaves his younger sister in a coma, he becomes obsessed with the town's legend. When he finally finds the bridge at sunset, it is exactly as the rumors say—suspended in a never-ending twilight. However, he is not alone. Mikoto Shiranagi, a quiet but sharp-witted transfer student, is also there, carrying her own secrets. The two form a reluctant partnership, discovering that each time they cross the bridge, they can rewrite the past—but only by sacrificing a part of their own future. As Renji and Mikoto continue using the bridge, their memories start fading, their bodies weaken, and time moves forward without them. Renji must face the ultimate question: How much of yourself are you willing to lose for the people you love? But the bridge has rules, and breaking them could mean losing everything—forever.

Victor - or Vi, was a baby happened to be found by a herb gatherer, in some wooden basket in the middle of nowhere. He ends up in an orphanage - growing well under Mother Anise care with his siblings until he eventually got adopted at 10. 'Dont forget to write to us okay!', Ray, a 10 years old boy who grew up with the other orphans represented the family of current 14 people. Vi entered the carriage of the local lord, Lord Miaster. The lord got intrigued by the violet eyes and white hair - a characteristic of an ancient tribe of 'human', made by Selena the Moon Goddess Herself. He loves ancient history of the Erde - the world they are in. But Lord's family, was eventually executed for 'treason' under a cover of 'accident'. Vi was not informed of the political matters early on, and he too never cared for it. He eventually got displaced into the slums when he was just 12. Thankfully, he had learn basics to magic in those 2 years and manage to get by by himself for awhile doing chores for the adventurer guild. After a month of settling himself, he writes a letter to the orphanage, to tell about things that had happened. Usually mother Anise reply would reach in 2 weeks or so... but he never got a reply. He ride the carriage across 2 towns and reached the place... only to find in horror the building was scorched and in ruin. A large fire engulfed the place a month ago - killing all the residents. It still took years to move on, and it still pains him when he remembers the family he had. But life has to go on. Eventually later on old magician scholar, Magi Timaeus took notice of Vi - and wanted to take him in as a student because of his talent in magic. He can now instant cast simple spells - and modify simple ones to his liking. Magic is more like programming of the world - using Language of the World - called Origin. But one fateful day, in the middle of the night, he was awoken by a huge explosion and a loud ringing in his ears. He stood up in his pajamas, gulping his saliva. He hears more explosions and the walls and the floor shaking and cracks appears on the building. His teacher is dead, an adventure awaits him as he move from town to town to cross the country with Ray - who were close to killing him that night.

Dumar, bio-engineered assassin, shoots himself in the head in an attempt to escape the purpose he was created for. Upon wakening, Dumar finds himself in a plain, stone built room with simple wooden furnishings and no décor. He also finds he is paralysed. Transported to another world by Grethron, a necromancer, to kill his brother Malthrom, Dumar realises he will never be free of the fate he has been created for, even killing himself had not changed anything. Grethron takes Dumar to the palace to see the queen who apologises to Dumar for her brother-in-law’s defiling of his soul. Dumar discovers Grethron’s brother, Malthrom, invaded the kingdom before and is gearing up to do the same again. Using his necromancy, Malthrom enslaves unwilling people to join his army and begins his march north. Dumar is drawn in and honoured by the people but will he break his own vow never to kill or let the people he has come to care for suffer?

Locked in a wooden stock, I faced execution by guillotine after a heist gone wrong. I braced for the end, but just as the blade was about to fall, a shadowy figure appeared out of nowhere and shoved an 'orb' into my chest. Then everything went dark. Confused? So am I. Want to know what happens next? Join the club. ──────────────────────────── Get ready for a super high fantasy LitRPG Novel!!! Currently on Hiatus You can also buy the author a coffee here: https://demo-origins.vercel.app/ Happy reading!

Matsuda Kenji was an ordinary man. At least, that's what the world saw. A slightly overweight, glasses-wearing convenience store owner, he spent his days restocking shelves, chatting with regulars, and preparing bento boxes for his nine-year-old daughter, Hana. The locals knew him as kind, quiet, and dependable-a man who had settled into the rhythms of a peaceful, unremarkable life. But peace was an illusion. A decade ago, Kenji was known by a different name: Timekeeper, the deadliest operative of Hourglass, a clandestine organization that manipulated global events from the shadows. His missions were executed with mechanical precision-every target eliminated within exactly one hour. No more. No less. Then he vanished, leaving behind a world of bloodshed to build something real: a family, a life free of violence. That fragile normalcy shatters the night Takashi Ryusei stumbles into Kenji's convenience store, bleeding and desperate, clutching an object that should never have existed-The Minutehand, a device containing the identities of every Hourglass operative still in play. Kenji knows what this means. They will come for it. They will come for the boy. And if they learn who he really is... They will come for him, too. For ten years, he has pretended to be ordinary. But there are no ordinary hours left. Because when the clock starts ticking, Timekeeper does not miss.

A dual disaster of a solar flare and asteroid impact devastates the world. Liam awakens to find himself in a desolate wasteland, his only companions a mysterious survival handbook and a tortoise shell capable of summoning shelters. Welcome to the Apocalypse Survival Game! Here, you must abide by harsh rules: periodic disasters, strategic shelter placement, exploration and looting, resource gathering, and complex relationships with other survivors. Will Liam choose the above-ground wooden cabin with its vast potential for development, or the safer but limited underground shelter? Faced with an impending acid rainstorm, can he use his wits and available resources to survive in this brutal world? In this survival game, every step is a matter of life and death, and every choice can determine your fate. In this world full of unknowns and dangers, how will Ethan uncover the truth behind the apocalypse step by step?

A centuries old vampire, Vladimir Hawthorne who yearns to experience the beauty of human life. He wants to feel his heart beat, to experience human vulnerability, to taste the sweetness and bitterness of human love and connection. For so long Vlad has walked in the shadows, an eternal observer of human existence.But now, he wants to be a part of it. He gets to find out to fulfill his heart's desire, he has to become mortal just like every other human. In his quest, he discovers the only way to become human is to pay a steep price; a century long slumber in an enchanted wooden coffin deep in the forest. Would Vladimir succeed? would he finally find the love and connection he yearns for?