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Unlimited Archive (BL)

Lui Huang had no plans in joining an Unlimited Flow game, with a survival rate less than 20%. In fact he had no idea that such a game had existed in the first place. And if he did, he was far too busy to have even cared. The only plan he had was to go to sleep and wake up the next day ready for his midterms. But what he got instead was the sound of a monotonous mechanical voice announcing the start of a game called ARCHIVE. [Archive Loading In....3...2...1] [Archive Online.] [Archive Welcome's Record 1001, Lui Huang.] [All Records must make their way to the Lobby Of Truth within 10 minutes.] .... [Time Is Up.] [Current Time Frame; 00:00:00] [Conducting Record Count.] [Insufficient Records.] [Commencing Penalty.] [Penalty: DEATH.] ..... Lui Yang stared indifferently at the man that looked down on him with eye's green as emeralds but dark as the abyss. He frowned as he tried to pull his arm away. "...Let go of me." He was experiencing a terrible sense of deja vu as the current events began to unfold the same way as last time. Just like before, he was once again pressed tightly against the wall with both of his hands pinned above his head. And above him stood a man that wished for nothing more than to not only conquer the realms but Lui Huang's whole entire being as well. It seemed that an annoying obstacle continued to block his path time and time again. What horror game?! This was looking more and more like a dating simulation game instead. Lui Huang was getting so fed up he no longer wanted to play. As if he had a choice in that matter? L.H: I want out! This isn't fun anymore, imediately let me out right now!! Let this Loazi leave!!! A certain green eyed mad man: *Chuckles amusingly.* Leave, and go where exactly? Home? L.H: *__* "This is your home now. Your job, your life... your dreams, it's the very air that you breath. You think if you won you could leave and return back to your world? *He smiles callously. Eyes cold and menacing.* I'd never allow it, not even your lifeless corpse would be able to return."
Uke_Seme · 349 Views

Fiction Weaver

Jason Carter always believed he was destined for mediocrity. His death was as unremarkable as his life—a freak accident that left no mark behind. But death is only the beginning. Jason awakens in a futuristic universe brimming with colossal megacities, interstellar travel, and worlds dominated by beings with superpowers, or Aspects. From the fiery strength of Solar Titans to the mind-bending abilities of Cerebrants, every individual is born with an Aspect—a manifestation of their core essence. In this world, power determines your worth. The weak are crushed. The strong rise to rule. Jason soon discovers that he, too, has an Aspect. But it’s not what anyone expects. Unlike most, Jason’s ability defies logic and categorization. It allows him to mimic and evolve the powers of beings he knew were fictional. Thrust into the harsh arena of survival, where warlords, bounty hunters, and galactic tyrants vie for supremacy, Jason quickly realizes that knowledge is power, and power is survival. As he carves a name for himself, Jason begins to uncover chilling truths about the origin of the Aspects and the universe itself. Each power has a price and the collectors were watching, waiting. With the fate of countless worlds hanging in the balance, Jason must rise beyond his limits and become something far more than a man with a stolen power. He must become the Ascendant, a force strong enough to challenge gods themselves. But in a universe built on power, Jason knows one truth above all: "Adapt. Survive. Conquer."
Charlie_Sowern · 1.8K Views

God Of Fiction: The Faceless One

Gray World is dominated by the will of Gods and thrives under the control of iron gears and steam. It is a place where faith is not a passive devotion but a currency—traded, bought, and sold by churches that wield their gods' influence as weapons. It is a place where value is absolute, value is everything, shaping every belief and controlling every life. Run by ironclad reign of Church of Steel, every life here reeks of smoke and decay, while the Church of Sacrifice whispers promises of salvation through pain and sacrifice. Yet, amidst this ever existing Gods of sacrifice, iron, and decay, a new God descends—one who was once known as The Faceless One, God of Confusion, Keeper of secrets, Messiah of messengers by en masse: the God of Fiction. God of Fiction, Ashur, reincarnates after dying by the wiles of God of Sacrifice and others. Unlike other gods, Ashur, does not demand worship through suffering or material devotion. Instead, he brings something far more dangerous: the ability to weave fantasies into existence, to blur the line between fiction and reality. "Is fiction not a truth waiting to be realized?" Whispers spread among the people—rumors of a church that doesn't preach, of a god who offers not suffering but something far more seductive: choice. They speak of dreams too vivid to be mere illusions and realities that seem to bend to their imaginations. What is fiction, if not another form of reality? When the masses begin to believe, does belief not shape the world itself? As his own proclamation goes— [To not exist does not mean one truly does not exist, for to be known is also a form of existence.] ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ [This book has been dropped] [If you want to read something after it, I would recommend, “Death Game: Beyond Reality“]
_Darker_Than_Black · 57.6K Views
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