Yamcha Crater

“Hey monster, you're not ready for this blow, but I don't give a shit!!” said Lian as he drew a circle inside another circle in his mind. Then, a few seconds later, a fireball as big as a house hit a monster just over 4 meters tall... It was a waste of resources, but it was damn fun! “BOOM!!!” he said as the fireball reached the monster, covering it entirely. The excitement on his face was palpable as his clothes and hair fluttered from the power generated by the impact. [Accuracy: 97%] “Tsk, it's really hard to achieve 100% accuracy when casting spells... that just means I have to do better!” Meanwhile, the monster and the entire area around him was destroyed. The crater was huge, flames burned the ground, and ash mixed with dust covered the air. --- In a world full of Gates, Mages and Knights work together to defend humanity from extinction Lian, a boy from a small town, awakens a very... unique system. Casting spells by drawing strange shapes in his mind had become normal for him by now. Thanks to the system, he had become a Mage, a human capable of using mana to cast spells. Facing monsters from the Gates had become routine. Studying magic was a pastime. After all, he had the System, he didn't need to study classical magic. Or maybe not...

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

Pierced by a blade and betrayed by the only friend he trusted, Jay Chawla falls, his consciousness fading into the darkness. The strongest warrior has died—or so it seems. When Jay opens his eyes, he finds himself in a strange new world under an unreal sky, with memories that slip through his grasp. At the center of a massive crater, disoriented and confused, he begins to question everything. With newfound abilities Jay must navigate this unfamiliar, system-driven world, uncover the truth behind his death, and discover the purpose of his second chance. Will he rise stronger than ever, or will the echoes of betrayal haunt him forever?

When every human on Earth is forcibly transported to a massive, unknown world, they awaken not as citizens—but as rulers. Each person is assigned a sovereign domain: an island, a volcanic ridge, a glacial plain, a jungle basin, or even crumbling ruins atop a floating plateau. Each begins surrounded by a primitive yet unique non-human tribe sworn to them by force of the world’s laws. Each is granted a Starter Pack, a ruined but restorable set of core structures, and one truth burned into their minds: “Rule. Or fall.” Thirty days of inviolable protection. Then the Blood Moon will rise, and with it, judgment. Every monarch must rebuild, organize, and survive on terrain both alien and unforgiving. Hunting outside the barrier is dangerous. Resources are limited. Other rulers are out there—unknown, unseen, potentially aligned or already at war. But one man—Riku, dropped into a jagged highland crater with a fierce tribe of Fireborn Draganoids—has something none of the others received: A silent, hidden system that multiplies his resources, structures, weapons, and warriors—but only the things he truly owns. He tells no one. He posts no messages in global chat. He does not seek allies. While the world fumbles for footing, Riku builds toward an invisible dominance. And when the Blood Moon rises, his name will be ranked where none expected.

When I died, I expected hell, heaven, or maybe reincarnation as a bug. I didn’t expect a post-apocalyptic game world overrun with zombies, dungeons, mutated beasts, and people who awaken class cards like they’re gacha summons. Worse? I woke up naked in a crater… with a glowing screen in my face. [X-Rank Class Acquired: Harem Master] Choose 5 Starting Erotic Skills. Warning: You are now officially overpowered and probably horny. Yeah. Not kidding. Now, I level up by fighting monsters, exploring dangerous dungeons, and—uh—getting intimate with gorgeous, badass women who want to kill me, love me, or both. Turns out? My skills let me grow stronger by bonding. Emotionally, physically... you get the idea. And the deeper the bond, the more broken the buffs. I’m not some noble hero or stoic warrior. I’m just a regular dude trying to figure things out—with a dirty mind, a dirty mouth, and a dangerously sexy skillset. So yeah, welcome to my world: where leveling up means fighting with my fists, my wit, and sometimes, my d*ck. Let’s see how far I can go before the world burns... or my harem blows up in my face. Literally.

Tamiel Vale was the guy you barely noticed. No cheat. No talent. No friends. No future. Just a F-rank hunter with a death wish and a love for black coffee and graveyard walks. He died like he lived awkwardly. Face-first. In a crater. After being one-shotted by a vampire noble during an apocalypse on earth an explosion made it easy for the scarred vampire to one shot his heart in bravery. (He did try to save a cat or human, though. It bit him.) Then he opened his eyes…and he was in the parallel world of his. But not as himself. As a hmmmm why don't you find out cause am confused wtf is he. With a System. And a mysterious ##### Class that shouldn’t even exist.( Ughhh mysteries) Oh, and there's also a sarcastic floating skull who calls him "Boss" and recommends buying skeleton dogs for emotional support. Earth is still here, but now it’s different. Gates crack reality open like eggshells. Races from other realms are flooding in elves, beastkin, demons, and worse. Magic is the new Wi-Fi. And somewhere out there… the vampire who killed him the first time is still alive and laughing. But this time, Tamiel’s not some disposable background character. This time, he’ll raise an army of the dead. Command shadows. Bend time. And carve a throne of bones, one dungeon at a time. He’s the glitch in the system. The undead anomaly. The ###### who might just eat a god. System Message [Congratulations, Tamiel Vale. You have unlocked the Unique Class: ########.] [Your blood fuels your mana. Your death fuels your growth. Your sarcasm fuels our entertainment.] [Current Stats: Weak. Depressed. Slightly Handsome.] [Main Quest: Defy Fate. Kill your Killer. Become a God.] [Penalty for Failure: Eternal undeath. No dental coverage.] Readers, beware: The undead have abilities that defies common sense Demon queens flirt back and are composed. Angels are… judgmental and naughty. And Tamiel? He’s done playing fair. If you like overpowered MC, snarky systems, revenge arcs, and watching the world burn in style then welcome to the rise of Tamiel Vale: Death’s favorite mistake.

Marysol looked up at the sky, dreaming of touching the stars. She lifted her palm to the moon and grasped it. The moon was so small, so delicate, and so beautiful. Her eyes were stuck on the holes of the moon. Lifting her lips, she kissed the large craters and left her lipstick stuck to them. She smiled, wishing she could reach a little farther…Her fingertips, as light as porous rocks, reached towards the sky. However, she could not reach. She knew perhaps she would never reach. But it was enough to dream, right? Dreaming would only be enough…enough until she realized that people had already been to the moon before.

When I woke up, I was still covered in glitter. And not like cool anime afterglow glitter. This was shame glitter. Sticky. Cursed. Eternal. “System…” I croaked. “Am I dead?” Status: You’re alive. Barely. Dignity: Deceased. I sat up in the crater, back cracking like popcorn. Across from me, Vex was still embedded in the metal wall. She twitched. Groaned. Alive. Somehow. Note to self: Rubber chickens are now S-class weapons. I wobbled to my feet, still riding the high of a half-dead win. My Core was faintly glowing—a dull, exhausted purple like it had just run a marathon while telling knock-knock jokes. And that’s when the sky glitched. Literally.

A world of cultivation. Only the cultivation entails the gluttonous hoarding of resources. In a world where mere humans are meat and another's possessions are coveted by greedy eyes. How will a good-for-nothing survive that environment? The Baron's Bloody Goblet. That was the name given to the blood soaked lands of the valley where a terrible faction of practitioner's resided. The name and thus the infamy of the Bloody Baron and his band of flesh seekers had spread far and wide within the region. One could even hear the screams of his cattle throughout the nearby lands, the constant screams. The never-ending screams. The fort of the Baron was carved into a large crater with an immense castle spreading over the roof of the open structure as if it had been nestled on top by the Gods themselves. Inside the crater was filled with a blood so viscous that it might be more fitting to call it 'molten'. Dotted about the sheer cliffs of the crater were small hovels. Holes in the dirt that housed his preferred meats. There they grew, fattened up for their eventual slaughter. The Bloody Baron is a heartless, unforgiving and cruel lord that rules over his pedestal of corpses with a meaty fist. Will his empire last with the addition of a foreign element? When a good-for-nothing is given control of his body in a mere instant, will the meat topple over like a stack of dominoes? Or will he continue in his predecessor's place and make use of every body in his possession? --- Tags: Cultivation, Transmigration Fantasy, Male lead Schedule: New chapter every two days Chapter length: 1000 - 1500 words The main lead: He is an incredibly troubled person who has many defective traits. Perhaps being sent to a different world will alter this...

In the Sainted Lands of Kirith, there are two forms of magic: the animalistic Beastly Arts and the elemental Twelve Paths. Teren is an apprentice Gravecaller, one set to walk down the Path of Death. When his master gets a mission in the far-off Crater City of Merdz, he finds himself tracking a threat that could plunge this strange city into chaos. When death becomes meaningless to a man, he must strive to find meaning in life.

She was raised to be pure. The city was not. When Marry leaves the crater for the first time, she’s just a girl with soft skin, wide eyes, and a dangerous lineage. Her father is the Steward, ruler of the last city on Earth—and he knows exactly what she might become. Because beneath her kindness, there’s something colder. Something he passed down to his last hope. -x-x-x- This story will contain the following themes. - Moral grey zones. Complex characters, and lots of human moments, for better or worse. - Comedic scenes and serious scenes to contrast one another. - The narrative is built around characters with a story, not a story with characters. - The characters will be realistic. Make mistakes, resist, push, seduce, live, laugh, love, and everything else. They won't always get along, but they will certainly do things. - The story contains themes of manipulation, seduction (both hot and scary kinds,) and visuals of oppression and complex family dynamics. Trigger warnings will be issued if I find the scenes to be potentially upsetting, but take this as a universal trigger warning. - There will also be an exploration of authoritarian regimes, power, control, and various moral questions. - The cover art was made with Canva. Story made by me (MarAuthor). Hope you have a good time reading. Patreon (Will be added once the story gets some traction):

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In the secluded village of Baiyun, nestled amidst misty valleys and towering cliffs, a young boy named Li Wei witnesses a celestial event that changes his life forever. A falling star, unlike any he has seen before, crashes beyond the eastern hills, its golden light pulsing with an otherworldly energy. Drawn by an inexplicable force, Li Wei, accompanied by his sharp-witted friend Mei Ling, ventures into the forest to uncover the star's secrets. What they find is a massive crater housing a mysterious golden orb, which seems to call out to Li Wei. As Li Wei touches the orb, he is engulfed in visions of a crumbling celestial seal, imprisoned demon kings, and a destiny he cannot yet comprehend. The orb bestows upon him a celestial mark, a sigil that pulses with latent power, marking him as the chosen one. But this power comes at a cost. The seal's awakening has drawn the attention of dark forces, including a fearsome Duskfang beast and enigmatic strangers clad in dark robes, who bear the same sigil as Li Wei. Elder Wen, the village priest, reveals the truth: the falling star was a fragment of the Celestial Seal, an ancient artifact that maintains the balance between heaven and earth. Li Wei is now bound to the seal, destined to either restore it or witness the unleashing of the Eight Demon Kings upon the world. As the village is infiltrated by the mysterious Watchers, who seek the seal's power, Li Wei realizes that his quiet life is over. With the weight of destiny on his shoulders and the threat of dark forces closing in, Li Wei must navigate a world of ancient prophecies, celestial power, and looming danger. The seal is breaking, the guardians have fallen, and the fate of the heavens now rests in the hands of a boy from a humble village. The journey ahead is fraught with peril, but Li Wei knows one thing for certain: this is only the beginning.

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

A boy drops in the middle of a crater in a snow filled world. With no memories, the boy is forced to start from blank and survive in a world that doesn't want him. The world is vast and the boy must learn about himself, and therefore he must explore the unexplored to uncover hidden secrets.

In the midst of the battlefield, a deep crater—formed by the sheer devastation—lay before them. Among the ruins, two figures stood, gazing at the Shadow Demon, who was kneeling on the ground, gripping his black sword. "Now, perish, Shadow Demon." One of the two men spoke, raising his sword. "So… this is how I die? I failed to achieve my goal…" the Shadow Demon thought as he stared at the two men before him. " Bastard! If I am to die, I will take you with me!" he roared before detonating his core, triggering a massive explosion. BOOOOM! A deafening explosion echoed throughout the valley, leveling everything in its wake. Not a single mountain remained. — "What? I'm still alive? How is that possible? I remember detonating my core…" A young boy, around 13 or 14 years old, muttered to himself. Turning to the side, he was shocked upon seeing his reflection, but he quickly regained his composure. "So… I’ve been reincarnated once again." At that moment, a flood of memories surged into his mind. "In this life… my name is Drake Vexhart."

Khalif sneaked into Gadgetzan in an attempt to rescue his old companion, Sharl, but was forced to flee due to the approach of goblin guards. He later reunited with Bossia, a female bandit who was physically and mentally exhausted from the torment of imprisonment. Despite clashing with Khalif after her release, she ultimately chose to collaborate with him, working together to retrieve a golden key. The two found work under the goblin engineer, Shakes, gradually revealing their inner transformations and reflections on fate. Khalif transitioned from blindly adhering to his father’s teachings to recognizing the limitations of such a lifestyle, ultimately choosing to let go of the past and free himself from his obsessions. Meanwhile, Bossia, amidst the tense pursuit by MI7, went through a journey of escape and introspection, gradually finding her own path in the face of danger. During her travels to the Un’Goro Crater, she reflected on her past emotional entanglements and, in her solitude, encountered a kind night elf, finding a brief moment of solace.

50 years ago, an asteroid that go unnoticed by the radars of NASA has entered the Earth's atmosphere. With a size of 53 meters height and 48 meters width, the huge ball of mixed stone, crystal and steel stronger than alloy traveled at the speed of Mach 4 and hit the Earth's surface. The meteorite had brought great devastation upon the southeast of Asia. The impact have created severe shockwaves that shattered windows and blew away buildings, a huge crater was made, burying the half of China into bodies of water. Not letting an hour pass, nation's sent teams to look upon it. The thing that caused great Destruction to the country who holds the highest population. In the middle of the ocean, where nothing can be found but water, a cracked huge ball of stone was found. In it's middle float and shine blue light. It is something out of ordinary, the cube that would break science and physics shone and float with its inside and outside simultaneously exposed to human eye. Then it explode and was Fragmented into pieces. It was later then called The Tesseract. After that day, the Earth get through a drastic change, and magic was born.

"The Ghost In The Crater" is a gripping tale of resilience, friendship, and the unyielding human spirit. Set in a close-knit community, the story unfolds after a tragic night of intoxication and violence that leads to the disappearance of Alex, a beloved friend. The events of that night, concealed by guilt and fear, haunt the lives of those involved. Driven by haunting dreams of Alex's spirit, Emma, his best friend's youngest sister, embarks on a courageous quest for truth and justice. With unwavering determination, she unravels the web of lies and deceit, confronting the guilty parties and demanding accountability. As Emma's pursuit unfolds, she faces immense challenges and danger, but her courage and resilience inspire others to join her cause. The echoes of the crater reverberate through the community, exposing the darkness that had long been concealed d. Through Emma's journey, the community begins to heal, but the truth comes at a cost. Emma grapples with the complexities of human nature, and her perception of the world is forever changed. Yet, she finds strength in the enduring bond with Alex's spirit and the allies who rally behind her. "The Ghost In Crater" is a story that reminds us of the power of truth and justice, even in the face of the darkest of times. It celebrates the strength of friendship, the resilience of the human spirit, and the importance of facing the consequences of our actions. The legacy of this tale endures, serving as a beacon of hope and inspiration for generations to come.

When you picture the apocalypse, the end of civilisation, what comes to mind? Maybe it’s a scorched earth, covered with craters and mushroom clouds from distant explosions. Perhaps it’s dilapidated camps full of hooligans and outcasts, murdering each other for sport. Possibly a nuclear winter, with mutated remnants of what used to be humans, reduced to mindless horrors. For our main character, however, the apocalypse is a mystery, waiting to be unraveled through exploration and survival.

In 1916 an explosion of Mana hit the earth, almost all sentient life mutated, that was the initial explosion. The explosions of Mana followed made monsters come out of the craters. There were Dragons, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, and Vampires that are the most notable. There were gates as dark as the void itself that appeared, they would later be called "Gates" or "Dungeons " The species of humanity almost died as most humans couldn't handle the 1st Wave of Mana, leading to a united government, that government was called The Union. The 2nd wave of Mana hit in the year 1950 when a dungeon was opened, the other species protected the world but not the people in the world so the was a massacre of 15% of humanities population. Most people who survived gained a massive increase in everything, even though they were only Rank F when a normal human is Rank F-. Those people were known as the Awakened. The 3rd Wave of Mana happened in the year 1983 when humanities Awakened killed the first monster from in a dungeon, it dropped Tears of Mana, 1 Tear for Awakened that helped kill it, 2 Tears for the 1 that did. Humanity used the Tears to see their stats, the who had 2 kept 1 in case the 1st Awakened ever came back to life, sentimental of course. The 4th Wave of Mana happened as soon as the clock struck midnight on January 1st, 2000. Millions dead, hundreds of thousands Awakened. More Tears of Mana dropped from the sky, as was the case with the Waves of Mana. A certain being was interested in freezing a certain body of someone. And so the 5th Wave of Mana hit exactly 1 century after the 1st, the races joined in an alliance, and a certain being woke in an unfamiliar body. Now it is the year 2066, 50 years after the 5th Wave of Mana. What destruction or prosperity awaits Earth? A few mysterious beings have come to a mortal realm because the certain individual did something unthinkable.....

Rosario was forced into the collective with all other humans from planet Earth and other races from the Milky Way Galaxy. Having been dropped into a crater on a massive planet and given some resources to survive, Rosario has to take what he has been given and turn it into a prosperous Empire. Follow Rosarios journey as he learns to be a leader to his people and an even better warrior. From the ashes of two civilizations the mighty Celestial Asura Clan arises.

The earth entered into ice age . It was for an unknown reason that all the greeneries disappeared with ninety percent of population. Earth became very solitude . The mysterious disappearance of 90 percent population and beginning of ice age on earth caused total disarray in ecological system .A huge crate had been created in the northern zone of earth . It was likely an unknown object from space , had fallen down and caused all devastation . Mankind ;dissatisfied , started struggling for survival with their leftover technology . A century passed away . Human civilization successfully acclimatized themselves with the cold environment but couldn't suppress the demonic aura from that crater on northern zone . The Demonic aura started eroding human brain and body making it's function sharp and strong with an evolution process .

It’s time for humanity to fall and the city of Laserath is a wonderful place for the Chars to start it all. Legends slaughtering humanity stalk the walls of human cities. Cities guarded by magic barriers and energy guns. Places where children learn to fight, to defend themselves, and at fifteen that child must choose the path their life will take. That’s what Centra, DJ, Liza, and Jasper did. But not all children got to choose. Kyrie trained from the day he was born, for when Kyrie loses control cities turn to craters. He failed to protect his home from an English Dragon. Now he has a new life, a new team, perhaps new friends but his new start is in Laserath and the Chars are already there. note: I'm publishing the full books elsewhere with professional editing (probably Amazon). Please enjoy the teasers posted here and look out for the official full release starting in 2021. update: the book art is here!!! The first book will be off for proof reading by October 31st! :) Updated 11-2-2020 Book website: https://www.legendslayers.com/home

Power? I can destroy planets with a snap of my fingers! Treasures? I don't need such! Women? I will only love but one. Sadly, she is long gone... I am merely a tool created by the universe. And I have achieved my purpose. Now, I am nothing. Phen Metheziah Uriel, the person that reigned supreme in the Nirvana Plane, broke his own Essence Sanctuary. With a painless death, his existence faded into stardust, swept away by the whirlwind of time. In an odd twist of fate, Phen Metheziah Uriel was reborn in a place unknown, given a second chance to live the life that he had always wanted. He is now known as Phen Morroc. For 15 years, he had lived peacefully and happily. But things were bound to change due to one unforeseen event... A meteor suddenly crashed on a hill just behind the area where Phen was currently living in. Sensing a familiar aura, he rushed towards the scene. He stood at the edge of the unusually small crater torn open by the object’s landing. No. To be exact, it wasn't really an object. It was a person. A Nirvana Cultivator. In her hands was a promise of destruction. -- Disclaimer: Cover not mine. All credits go to the owner :) I'm just borrowing it temporarily. Source: https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/798333471425431236/ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/yoursexypotato

The world has turned to hell. Canada is lost to the Red clan, The united states is split into morally decaying sectors, with a rising threat, creeping up on those who would rather turn a blind eye to the dying world. Crater Jones, alone with Oliver seek to earn enough to save sector five but in doing so.... They're required to risk everything, on a plan thought foolish but now set in motion. Update will be 1 a month.

He was sent to the battlefield, but he sat paralyzed when his platoon was fired upon in response to a firefight into a surprise ambushed, afterwards, a strange, mysterious event took place, the sky turning dark and fog took away the field of vision for him, and that's when, it all happen. A bright eruption hit the center of the battlefield. Falling on the wet ground silently with shock, he couldn't see what it was but shielded his eyes with his arm, listened closely and noticed that the eerily quiet battlefield begun to erupt into a gun fight once more. Not without investigating the mysterious crater in the center of his attention, he soon were able to determine what it was after closer inspection, it was some kind of metal machine looking object, possibly even artifact intelligence. By unknown reason, it has begun to activate at his very touch. Unable to comprehend what had just happened, he frantically tries to pull back his hand, his fingers were immovable, and stuck to the object as it start to glow blue, over his body, and began to glow himself, and soon disappear.

Was it a forgotten enemy seeking revenge or the dark magic of the crater? There are many questions to be answered! Amelia loves travelling and has had many great adventures and thought was on a similar expedition this time to but she was wrong. This journey changed her life forever! She will never forget this journey. Its about a crater on a remote island named "Minacious Island". Wouldn't you want to be a part of this journey and help her uncover the secrets that the crater was hiding within itself? Things start going wrong and her friends start disappearing! Who was causing this and why??