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Hallyu Director's Chronicle

(Asian Themes) Lee Jihoon, a brilliant film director renowned for his innovative storytelling and cinematic mastery, meets an untimely demise at the height of his career. However, instead of fading into oblivion, he finds himself reborn in the year 2006, inhabiting the body of a notorious chaebol heir from the powerful Lee family—a world far removed from the film sets he once called home. With memories of the future and insider knowledge of both the film and entertainment industries, Jihoon sees this as his second chance—not only to redefine Korean cinema but to reshape the K-pop industry before it spirals into its darkest scandals. However, his new identity comes with an unexpected burden: the ruthless succession battle within the Lee family. Rather than becoming a pawn in the family’s cutthroat power struggle, Jihoon makes a bold decision—to step away from the fight for corporate control and instead pursue what he does best: filmmaking. With his wealth and influence as a chaebol heir, he sets out to revolutionize the entertainment industry, challenge the oppressive systems controlling idols, and craft a legacy that will change the course of Hallyu forever. A thrilling tale of ambition, artistry, and reinvention, Hallyu Director’s Chronicle explores the hidden struggles behind Korea’s entertainment empire, where one man’s vision, courage, and past life wisdom could change the fate of an entire industry—if he can survive long enough to see it through. [AUTHOR NOTE: This work of fiction is set in a parallel world. Any similarities between characters or events depicted herein and those in the real world—even when names coincide—are entirely coincidental. All characters, settings, and narratives are products of the author's imagination and do not reflect real persons or events. ]
the_nightleaf · 1.4K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 5K Views

Chronicles of the Engulfment

The Earth had been swallowed. Absorbed by the new world, an infinite ocean dotted with continents stretching as far as the eye could see. Humanity found itself thrust into this place, left to fend for itself in hostile lands teeming with creatures and civilizations from multiple origins, ripped from their own realities. Where the Earth once stood, another world took its place. Then another. And another. The cycle had begun. Each conquered world was duplicated, absorbed in turn, fueling the inexorable expansion of this endless domain. An unknown force wove this network of universes, engulfing everything in its path. Ages passed. What remained of humanity? Feared remnants. Captured by the Tower of Chaos, which had risen without warning. On the continent of Winet, the first earth to have been absorbed, the landscape had transformed. Once dominated by humans, only one thing remained of their reign: the Tower, immense and menacing. It had taken the strongest. Those who had not fallen under its yoke were now a scattered group, too insignificant to weigh in on history. To the new inhabitants of Winet, they had become rare creatures, objects of desire and fascination. Symbols of wealth and power, they were held captive, weakened, carefully studied to prevent the awakening of their potential. And it’s in this delightful chaos that I, Mana, find myself working. Enslaved by beings even more terrifying than myself, I’m condemned to watch the world descend into carnage, to dig through past ages for stories worth telling. Really, what a mess.
Linegias · 3K Views

Chronicles of the forgotten

In the forgotten town of Black Hollow, a cursed bookstore holds a secret that defies reality. When Mara and Eli stumble upon its hidden library, they discover that the books within don’t just tell stories—they hold lives. Some books are pristine, their pages filled with vibrant memories. Others are crumbling, their stories fading into nothingness. And some are blank, their owners erased from existence. But the library is no sanctuary. It’s a prison, guarded by the Watcher, a shadowy entity that manipulates the threads of reality. As Mara and Eli delve deeper, they uncover a chilling truth: the library is rewriting history, erasing lives, and trapping souls. Mara gains the ability to read hidden truths, while Eli can restore lost books—but each use comes at a cost. As they unravel the mystery, they realize their own pasts are entwined with the library’s dark purpose. A book with Mara’s name holds the key to her forgotten memories, while Eli’s book reveals a truth he’s desperate to escape. But the Watcher is always watching, and its price for freedom is steep: their souls. In a race against time, Mara and Eli must decide whether to rewrite the past and risk the future, or let the Watcher reshape the world as it sees fit. But in a place where every choice erases someone, can they save themselves without losing each other? *The Library of Lost Souls* is a haunting tale of memory, identity, and the cost of uncovering the truth, perfect for fans of *The Ten Thousand Doors of January* and *The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue*.
inkempress · 959 Views

The Chronicles of Astrenveil

In a world where every living being wields a mysterious source of power called the Ring Core, Lucian Solryn, a young noble, embarks on a journey that transcends fate. Reborn from a modern world into the majestic realm of Astrenveil, Lucian quickly learns that the Ring Core is more than just an ethereal energy—it is the foundation of magic, strength, and survival. As he begins to uncover the secrets of his new existence, Lucian finds himself thrust into a society teeming with elemental magic, political intrigue, and ancient mysteries. The colors of the Ring Core define one’s strength, but a prophecy whispers of a power beyond even the rarest hues—a destiny that ties Lucian to an ancient dragon, a forgotten legacy, and a fate that could reshape the world. Journey through thriving cities, uncharted forests, and castles suspended between heaven and earth as Lucian trains to awaken his dormant powers. Along the way, he will face trials of courage, friendships forged in fire, and an unexpected romance that could alter his path forever. With each step, Lucian edges closer to the truth: the Ring Core is not just a source of power—it is a link to something far greater. But in a world where strength rules, will Lucian rise to the challenge, or will the weight of destiny crush him before he can fulfill his potential? The Chronicles of Astrenveil is a tale of reincarnation, magic, and the unyielding will to break free from limits and embrace a destiny beyond imagination.
Velatrix · 5.3K Views

Chronicles of Verek

The skies had not always been so dark. The winds had not always howled with such ferocity, nor had the land known the curse of endless war. Yet on the day Varek was born, the heavens tore open as though they sought to swallow the world in flames. A tempest unlike any seen in centuries ravaged the land—a fury of lightning, rain, and earth-shattering winds, heralding the arrival of something... something that the old gods themselves feared. In the time before his birth, the seers had whispered of it, their eyes clouded with dread. The Chosen One—the Stormborn—would come, they said, carrying a blade forged in fire, one that would either bring salvation or doom. It was written in the stars, and no power in the world could change that. The prophecy spoke of the one who would stand against the tide of darkness and the coming of the Raven King, but the price of this power would be great. And so it was that when Varek was born, the winds howled, and the earth trembled, for the mark of ruin had been sealed upon him. The world wept that night, for no child should ever bear such a burden. Yet Varek did not weep. He knew not the weight of the world at that moment. But in the days that followed, the cost of his existence would become clear. The wolves of the north took him in after his mother’s death—a woman who had given her life to bring him into the world. His father—once a powerful warlord—was slain by those who had sworn to protect him. And so Varek was left to the wilderness, where the wolves raised him. They did not care for prophecy, fate, or the gods. They cared only for survival. Varek grew up wild, untamed, bound to the land, the forests, and the creatures who roamed them. His white hair—a mark of his birthright—stood out against the shadows of the wilderness, the color of frost and storm. He learned to hunt, to fight, and to survive in the harshest of conditions. But all the while, something inside him grew, something ancient and restless. The blade of his destiny, forged in the stars, had already begun to take shape. And it would not be denied.
Edwards_Libebe · 1.4K Views
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