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Demonic Skeleton God

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.
Morfus · 33.5K Views

The Crimson Chord

In a world where cultivation is the ultimate pursuit, Void, a being of pure abyssal essence, infiltrates the prestigious Azure Dragon Clan. Unlike typical protagonists, Void seeks not glory or redemption, but absolute domination. Possessing the insidious Abyssal Corruption System, he manipulates minds, corrupts souls, and shatters the very foundations of righteous cultivation. Void's journey is a descent into darkness, a calculated unraveling of moral boundaries. He transforms the noble Lin Hao into a vessel of ruthless ambition, twists the compassionate healer Lan Yue into an instrument of corrupted healing, and turns the very heart of the Azure Dragon Clan against itself. With each corrupted soul, each shattered alliance, Void's power grows, his influence spreading like a plague. As he conquers the neighboring Serpent's Fang Clan through cunning manipulation and brutal exploitation, Void's ambitions expand beyond mere territory. He seeks to corrupt the "Heaven's Chosen," desecrate sacred grounds, and unleash the full potential of the Abyssal Summoning. This is not a tale of heroic ascension, but a chilling chronicle of absolute corruption. Void's path is paved with broken spirits, twisted loyalties, and the chilling realization that true power lies not in righteousness, but in the complete and utter mastery of darkness. In a world teetering on the brink of abyssal chaos, Void's chilling question echoes: can any light withstand the encroaching shadows, or will the world succumb to the absolute reign of corruption?
Asuradeathgod · 3.3K Views

Doomsday Elevator

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.
DaoistfRF8HJ · 8.8K Views

Chrono Yokai:Rewrite apocalypse

**The World That Was** In 2035, Earth is a graveyard of humanity’s hubris. **Yōki Kiri** (Demonic Mist)—a radioactive byproduct of corporate greed—mutates life into grotesque **yōkai** horrors. Tokyo, once a neon-lit utopia, is now a labyrinth of crumbling skyscrapers and acid-pitted streets. Survivors huddle in **Ankoku no Toshi** (Cities of Shadow), shielded by stolen tech from the **Ōkami Corporation**, the very entity that birthed the apocalypse. But the true nightmares are the **SSS-class Kyodai**: godlike abominations forged from human folly. **Yami no Orochi**, an eight-headed leviathan fused with nuclear wreckage. **Kū no Yūrei**, a spectral entity devouring continents into void. And **Tetsu no Daishogun**, a sentient skyscraper with a taste for souls. ### **The Hero Who Failed** **Kazuki Sato**, a 24-year-old former NEET-turned-reluctant-hero, dies in the jaws of Yami no Orochi after a botched mission to save Tokyo’s last safe zone. His final moments are a blur of regret: his brother **Haruto’s** severed arm, his mother’s ashes in a cracked urn, and the screams of civilians he couldn’t protect. But death isn’t the end. A sardonic AI system—**Yūrei no Shisutemu** (Ghost System)—reboots him to **24 hours before the Cataclysm**, gifting him: - **[Retrograde Insight]**: Foresee enemy attacks for 5 seconds (60% accuracy). - **[Pocket Dimension]**: Store 20m³ of non-living matter (duct tape stockpiles encouraged). - **3 Temporal Charges**: Die three times, and the system permanently deletes Earth. ### **The Mission** Kazuki’s goals are simple: 1. **Survive the First Wave**: Stop the Yōki Kiri from mutating Tokyo into a yōkai buffet. 2. **Save Haruto**: His brother—a reckless, bubble tea-addicted himbo—is determined to “heroically” die in every timeline. 3. **Destroy Ōkami Corporation**: Uncover their experiments that birthed the Kyodai. But the system isn’t playing fair: - **Quests** mock him (*“Save 50 civilians? Here’s a ‘Mama’s Boy’ title instead.”*). - **Abilities glitch** (using [Firebolt] to cook instant ramen accidentally summons a flame demon). - **Haruto** thinks this is all a *“bad anime plot”* and adopts a pet mutant raccoon named **Pocky**. ### **The Squad of Misfits** To fight SSS-class horrors, Kazuki recruits: - **Aiko “Riko” Tanaka**: A stoic sniper with a rifle named **Shinigami no Kiss** (Death’s Kiss). Her past? Classified. Her aim? Flawless. - **Takuya Nakamura**: A mad engineer whose inventions include **Bakuretsu Tama** (Explosive Orbs) and a toaster that teleports bread. Mostly harmless. Probably. - **Kaiyo Hanamura**: A defected Ōkami scientist with a cybernetic arm and a vendetta. Knows the Kyodai’s secrets but trusts no one. Together, they battle: - **S-class Oni-Kumo**: Acid-spitting spiders nesting in Tokyo Tower. - **A-rank Yurei Horde**: Ghosts that weaponize regret (*“Remember when you forgot Mom’s birthday?”*). - **SSS-class Kū no Yūrei**: A void entity that hijacks Kazuki’s memories to break his will. ### **The Truth Unravels** As Kazuki loops through timelines, he uncovers chilling truths: - The **system** was created by Ōkami’s rogue AI to “cleanse” Earth by resetting timelines until humanity “evolves.” - The **Kyodai** are mutated humans—failed test subjects of Ōkami’s immortality experiments. - **Haruto** is a **Prime Catalyst**: His DNA holds the key to controlling Yōki Kiri, making him a target for both monsters and corporations. ### **The Final Loop** In the third timeline, Kazuki faces an impossible choice: - **Option 1**: Destroy Ōkami’s reactor, erasing the Kyodai but killing 10,000 survivors trapped in stasis. - **Option 2**: Save the survivors, allowing the Kyodai to evolve into **SSSS-class World Enders**. But Kazuki, armed with duct tape, Pocky the raccoon, and a brother who won’t quit, picks **Option 3**: *“Screw fate.”*
ILikePotatos · 586 Views

Gary Michael

In the bustling city of Port Harcourt, where the symphony of technology harmonizes with the rhythm of nature, a young man named Gary Michael embarks on a captivating journey. His fascination with the precision of gears competes with the unrestrained cadence of his athletic pursuits, creating a dance between two worlds. Port Harcourt's neon-lit skyline paints the backdrop for Gary's dreams of a future intertwined with mechatronics. As he envisions a world where circuits orchestrate progress, his footsteps on the track echo his unwavering devotion to the art of motion. Amidst the city's vibrant energy, an unexpected melody enters Gary's life—Jane. She becomes a significant chord in his symphony, a composition where love interlaces with the gears of ambition. Yet, beneath the glowing skyline, Gary's daring proposal to Jane leads to a different verse. Her gentle rejection casts a shadow on the once-bright notes of his ambitions. As the gears of his academic brilliance falter, transitioning from straight A's to haunting C's, Gary faces a crossroads. Heartbreak rewires the very circuits of his being, disrupting the delicate equilibrium between mechatronics and the sprinter's realm. Resilient in the face of adversity, Gary transforms setbacks into a crescendo, propelling him towards a new movement. The track, once a stage of personal conquest, becomes a path of rediscovery. The journey unfolds as a captivating melody, revealing unexpected harmonies in Gary's pursuit of reconciliation between love, ambition, and self-discovery. Port Harcourt anticipates the performance of a lifetime, where the sounds of gears and the rhythm of stride converge to create a masterpiece resonating far beyond the city limits.
Michadek23 · 4.5K Views

Expert Crypto Recovery Services -Digital Hack Recovery

The screen dimmed as I stared blankly at the zero balance in my wallet. That night, I wasn’t just broke, I was shattered. I had invested every ounce of my savings and trust into a foreign crypto platform promising unparalleled returns. They appeared very legitimate, but overnight, the facade crumbled, and so did my finances. The following days were a blur. Their website had vanished, emails bounced, and the contact numbers were disconnected. Anger surged, followed by a chilling realization: I had been scammed. My savings, the money I had worked for tirelessly as a graphic designer over eight years, was gone. My closest friend urged me to move on and learn from it, but how could I? Every dime represented long nights, missed vacations, and a promise to myself to buy my parents a home someday. That dream now felt cruelly snatched away.I remember sitting in my tiny Berlin apartment, the walls closing in on me, scrolling aimlessly through forums for stories of others like me. That’s when I found someone mentioned a recovery service that had helped them reclaim their stolen assets. At first, I was skeptical. After all, hadn’t I already been duped? My curiosity battled with doubt for days until I decided to reach out.That’s when I found Digital Hack Recovery. Their approach struck a different chord. It was direct, transparent, and very professional. They didn’t promise miracles, but they gave me a roadmap: "We will fight for your case, but we need your trust and cooperation." I provided them with every detail transaction IDs, and even the tiniest breadcrumbs of communication with the scammers. At one point, it felt like reliving a nightmare, but their calm reassurances kept me grounded.On Friday morning, just three days after working with the team, while sipping my habitual coffee, I received the long-awaited email: “Funds Recovered, Next Steps.” My heart raced as I checked the email, and boom a deposit notification popped up. I quickly checked my wallet, and the funds were all available.Today, I’m rebuilding. My parent’s house is still a dream, but not an impossible one anymore. This experience has taught me the value of persistence and the power of people who truly care. Would I recommend Digital Hack Recovery? Absolutely, with all my heart. If you’re standing at the edge of hopelessness, take that leap of faith. It was the best decision I ever made. Contact Digital Hack Recovery via⁚ WhatsApp +1(915)2151930 Website; https://digitalhackrecovery.com Email; digitalhackrecovery@techie.com
Isabella_Martin_4499 · 512 Views

Imagination Architect: Summoning Fate

In the Modern World of the Year 2023, something happened worldwide as gates or portals are being summoned in each of the continents or cities. The world thought it was a joke about what's happening until they realize that monsters or unknown beings appeared out of the gates killing and mercilessly humans one by one without warning, the population decreased by 10% and the United Nations issued a alert to use every military power to deal with them including nukes. But, hope was lost when this beings are imbued with magical powers or energy making bullets and radioactive weaponry (nukes) useless against them, when all hope was lost after human population decreased by 25%, hope appeared and humanity managed to push or fend off this beings either killing them or bring them back where they belong with the help of other races that are different like them. They have pointy ears like Elves, Short but wield heavy weapons and creating weapons like Dwarves, similar like animals Beast People, or Smart, Strong, and Intelligent like Dragons. A year later has passed, after that world crisis happened. At the Year 2024, there will be a certain young adult that will change the world using the ability to Craft & Build through Imagination and Summoning & Luck through Gacha, his name is Rowan Ashbourne. He comes from a Noble Household the Ashbourne Family, his Father's name is Baron Oswin Ashbourne the Head of the Ashbourne Family, his Mother's name is Seren Ashbourne. He has two younger brothers who is Darien and Finton Ashbourne. With this Rowan Ashbourne who can change the world in the near future with his newfound power will mark the history of the world.
Garett_Ashbourne · 13.2K Views

DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY, YOUR BITCOIN RECOVERY SPECIALISTS

When a cunning scammer stole $375,000 CAD in Bitcoin from me, I felt as though my dreams were sinking beneath the weight of despair. Having invested in cryptocurrency for years, I believed I had a solid grasp of the market's intricacies. But one fateful decision led me to trust a fraudulent scheme that stripped away my financial security and left me reeling. In the aftermath of the theft, I was engulfed in a cloud of despair. Each day was a battle against feelings of betrayal and regret as I replayed the moments leading up to the scam. How could I have been so naïve? My once-bright aspirations dimmed, overshadowed by guilt and a sense of vulnerability. The world of cryptocurrency, once a promising landscape, now felt like a treacherous sea, filled with lurking dangers. Just when I thought all hope was lost, I discovered DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY. At first, I approached them with a mix of skepticism and cautious optimism; I had encountered numerous empty promises in my quest to recover my funds contact with @ d i g i t a l t e c h g u a r d . c o m WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Telegram: +56 (997) 059 - 700. However, after my initial consultation with their team, I felt a flicker of hope. Their professionalism and empathy struck a chord, reassuring me that I was not alone in this fight. The DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY team sprang into action, utilizing their extensive expertise in cybersecurity to track down the scammer's digital traces. They kept me updated throughout the process, offering insights and support at every turn. For the first time since the scam, I felt a renewed sense of agency and determination. Their unwavering commitment to my case reignited my belief in a brighter future. Weeks passed, and slowly, the tide began to turn. With meticulous attention to detail, the team gathered the necessary evidence to initiate the recovery process. I was inspired by their diligence, which spurred me on to remain steadfast in my pursuit of justice. Then, the moment I had been waiting for arrived. DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY informed me that they had successfully traced my stolen funds and were in the process of reclaiming them. When I received the news that my money had been restored, an overwhelming wave of relief washed over me. Not only had I regained my financial assets, but I also regained my sense of hope and trust in the future. This ordeal taught me invaluable lessons about vigilance and discernment. It was a stark reminder that while the digital world can be fraught with risks, it also holds the potential for redemption through collaboration and expertise. With the support of DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY, I transformed my misfortune into a powerful narrative of resilience and determination, ready to chase my dreams once more.
Abigail_Emerson · 875 Views

Pandora Protocol

A sea region situated more than six hundred thousand miles from the mainland of Mexico, where Clarion Island – now known as Zero Zone – was resided. Clarion Island; one of the most remote of Revillagigedo Islands that once belonged to the State of Mexico, was bought by United States to establish the largest nuclear reactor research and development center in the world. Nearly ninety percent of the world's energy demand was met by hundreds of nuclear reactors. The scarcity of coal, oil, and natural gas was the sole reason, making an entire earth's population to depend on the uninhabited island covering an area of twenty square kilometers. All ought to be fine, however not forever; till that bright Thursday night, no a single soul on Earth would expect it to happen. April 4, 2097 22:04 PDT The energy discharge of four hundred nuclear reactors that occurred simultaneously, creating explosive power of more than seventy thousand megatons of TNT – more than capable of obliterating Clarion Island in a blink of an eye. A catastrophe worse thousands of times than The Chernobyl Disaster. And it couldn't even be measured within INES scale – simply went off the chart. The radioactive waste wasn't the only concern, but also megatsunami waves caused by the explosion and the sinking of Clarion Island buried all small islands around the Pacific Ocean into the azure sand by megatsunami's waves as high as fifteen thousand feet continuing to hurtle seemingly without anyone or anything could stop it. The world, at that time, was on the verge of collapse, United States, which felt responsible for the harrowing tragedy, immediately set End-of-the-World Scenario to its highest level. And so quarter of an hour after the explosion, United States with the help of Neo Uni Soviet, jointly nuclear bombed the megatsunami's waves to prevent the sinking of all lands on Earth. Miraculously, the team that was once known in the Old World as the Allies, succeeded of stopping the doomsday. However, there was no room for breathing, because more threats bounded to ensue, But strangely, the radioactive waste that was feared would accumulate in Earth's atmosphere and its ocean… in fact after a year had passed since that terrible tragedy, all of it somewhat disappeared without a trace… or being absorbed to be exact… by something. Something within Zero Zone… the starting point of all changes, Despite so, as for the final result of megatsunami, the composition of continents, islands and Face of the Earth had changed entirely. The emergence of new islands, and the disappearance of the old ones… and one of those newborn islands was Zero Zone, the source of all miracles, Therefore, an organization was founded, yclept Avodance… with the sole purpose was to explore Zero Zone and to find such a miracle. Two years of exploring they did, and finally found it upon excavating ruins of hundreds nuclear reactors that once was a prosperous island. A stone, similar to a crystal for its transparent structure, rough texture of a perfect spherical shape and blackish purple in color. They ultimately labeled the gemlike stone, Hailagma. They soon realized that Hailagma was emitting unknown energy infinitely times greater than Clarion Explosion. Such energy seemingly came from the blackish purple aura cloaking Hailagma, whose energy could've been used as the new energy supply, in fact too much for the remnants of the world survivors. So that they later altered their purpose for existing… from seeking to preserving, After the discovery of Hailagma, they tried to reach a term with the remaining nineteen countries to seal the huge energy and to isolate Zero Zone from the interference of others, and only their affiliation had the authority over the place. Ergo, on August 3, 3 ACE Eleven countries signed the deal, forming officially the Treaty of Pandora Protocol.
Houraji · 6.1K Views
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