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'Divinity Online'. The new breakthrough in the Full-Immersion Virtual Reality technology. After decades of work, Divinity Corp had achieved the impossible. Creating a massive video game world that people can enter and live in as if it were Earth. Their goal was clear, to create a world other than Earth that we can call home. A place where the laws of reality vanish, and the true ceiling of power shifts completely. Naturally, the shockwave Divinity Online created across the entire globe was unlike anything else. Every single person has heard of it, even those who have had no interest in video games before. Giant corporations and even governments immediately rushed to start planning to invest in this new world and just like that, billions of people had their eyes on one single date: the 19th of July. *** Arthur, like everyone else, had heard of the game and was as excited as everyone else to try it, if not even more. With how much he grew bored of his life on earth, this fantasy world was like the divine call he had been searching for. However, there was a very small problem. He had no money to buy the machine required to access Divinity Online. His wretched life had turned him into a broke teenager with no parents, and no relatives. But, by some kind of luck, he got his hands on one of those machines. Not knowing what was awaiting him in that world, Arthur was simply seeking one thing... A new opportunity in life and to find a purpose he could work for when he had none so far. [Welcome to 'Divinity Online'.] [Assimilation Started...]

Skylar had one role in life—be the perfect omega, the obedient wife, the ideal mother. But when her husband, Ethan, betrayed her with her own sister and her family cast her aside like an inconvenience, she realized one thing: obedience had never saved her. They expected her to break. Instead, she rose. No longer the meek, discarded omega, Skylar forged a new identity—the Red Diva—the first omega to shatter the corporate ceiling and claim the throne of power. With her brilliant mind and ruthless ambition, she built an empire, crushing those who once laughed at her. But success is only the beginning. With enemies lurking in the shadows—her envious ex-husband, her scheming sister, and her vengeful brother—Skylar’s battle is far from over. They want to see her fall, but she’s no longer playing their game. She’s rewriting the rules. They took everything from her. Now, she’ll take it all back—with interest.

❗[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.

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Some lovers make history. Others are buried beneath it. Woven in Fire and Silk is a collection of tales that history dared not remember. Across centuries and empires, from the gilded halls of Renaissance Italy to the haunted shores of Cornwall, these stories burn bright—only to be consumed by fate. A forbidden passion in the House of Borgia. Two lovers condemned in the Salem witch trials. A whispered affair hidden beneath the Sistine Chapel’s ceiling. A marriage of convenience in the depths of the Great Depression. Each tale is a tapestry of desire and sacrifice, bound by the threads of power, betrayal, and destiny. But love, no matter how doomed, leaves its mark. These are the stories of those who loved in the shadows of history—who defied the world for a moment, only to be lost to time.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan whirring above us. Liya's phone screen dimmed, casting the room into near darkness. Sana had already fallen asleep, her soft breathing rhythmic and steady. I turned onto my side, hugging my blanket closer. The excitement of the night still lingered in my chest, but so did something else, a strange unease. It wasn't like I didn't trust my friend's instincts, but I couldn't understand why they felt something was off about Arun. He had been nothing but kind tonight. The way he and his friends treated us, guiding us around the party, buying us dinner, it didn't seem like the actions of someone untrustworthy. And yet… Why did I feel this lingering heaviness in my chest?

After we were both finished, I just lay beside him. I stared at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. I got up to get dressed; I wanted to go home to our house in Bulacan. I could still catch a ride, even though it was already late at night. "You still haven't answered my question from earlier, will you be my girlfriend, Kyla?" he asked, his tone serious and sincere. I paused briefly as I was putting on my pants. But I chose not to answer that question. The question I had longed for him to ask me, but now I preferred not to hear. It was so confusing. I remained silent, finishing dressing in front of him. I was about to walk out the door when he asked again. "Are you even capable of loving, Kyla?" he asked, his voice sad, but I could feel the disgust in his question. It hit me. It hurt so much. That was the second question I wasn't expecting tonight. I took a deep breath because I was on the verge of breaking down. "No. You know the rules about these things, Yuhan. Sex is all I could offer. It's all about sex," I answered without hesitation. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Please lock the front door when you leave," he said, and then he lay face down on his bed. I just stared at him, one last look before I left the room."

Sasha, a reckless event planner with a taste for trouble, throws an exclusive penthouse party that sets her life ablaze. A spilled drink leads to a heated graze of fingers with Julian, a brooding artist whose dark eyes promise heartbreak—and more. But when Lena, Sasha’s fiery ex, crashes their frenzied kitchen kiss, the night explodes into a threesome of tangled lips and forbidden thrills. What starts as a seductive game spirals into a steamy, chaotic web of lust, betrayal, and power no one can control. Julian’s married—to Mara, a cool, calculating temptress who knows every secret and plays her own game. Paint-smeared studio nights, rain-soaked wall-pounding passion, and masked threesomes in hidden alcoves blur the lines between love and obsession. Lena dances through it all, her hips a weapon of revenge, seducing Julian in a pulsing club to wound Sasha, only to crave her more. Mara’s dinners turn to dares, her foot sliding up Sasha’s thigh, her whispers sealing pacts in silk sheets—until jealousy and rage ignite a cabin clash where four bodies collide, boundaries obliterated in a symphony of gasps. From bathroom trysts on cold tiles to ropes biting skin in secluded retreats, Sasha’s caught in a storm of need—Julian’s possessive thrusts, Lena’s defiant grinds, Mara’s subtle dominance. Fury fuels punishing threesomes, solitude stokes self-pleasure, and every reunion teeters on redemption or ruin. As the chaos peaks, Sasha must choose—or surrender to them all. Passion drowns reason, revenge burns hot, and desire redefines everything in a final, decadent night of fragile truce and unrelenting heat. Will Sasha master the madness, or let it consume her?

The Ashwood Hotel is no ordinary abandoned place. It is a living tomb. In 1930, a mysterious fire claimed the lives of 23 people within its opulent halls—including a girl whose body was never found. Since then, the walls have whispered with silenced screams, ash rains from the ceiling, and anyone who enters the hotel becomes part of its eerie legend. When four young urban explorers venture into the decaying building, they have no idea that they are not only facing ghosts but the hotel itself. Sven, the anxious one with a knack for seeing the invisible. Natalia, the diva who feels her facade of sarcasm and lipstick beginning to crack. Jacob, the tough guy whose cool demeanor dissolves into smoke. And Lucas, the idealist who realizes too late that some spirits don’t want to be photographed. But the Ashwood is hungry. Its corridors shift, its victims return as shadows, and the stench of smoke becomes a choking reality. When the group realizes they haven’t ended up here by chance—that the hotel has called them—a race against an unrelenting past begins. But how do you fight walls that breathe? And what happens when the spirit hunting you... is your own reflection?

'There is no hope for humanity in this era. But if we can try again! if one of us can try again, then we have a chance. Soma, be the one to carry this burden for us. Be our ray of hope.' The era of humanity ended when the ceiling of the tower was broken and the Rankers saw the 'true' sky for the first time. That led to a fight between humanity and the outer gods in which humanity in which humanity was soundly defeated. But they did not lose hope. Using whatever power humanity had left, they decided to send one of their representatives back in time to prevent the apolitical future from happening. This was how Soma came to the past and he only had one goal in mind - to prevent the future from unfolding the same way as it did last time.

Opening his eyes, he finds himself in the "unfamiliar ceiling" scene. After going through the body's memories, he finds that he transmigrated into a cultivation world. However, there is a problem: Why does it appear from everything around him that he is the young master who is slain by the MC, also known as the plane's child? How would he implement his "try not to die" plan? {This is not going to be one of those forced Pokémon harems, so let the romance build...} Discord link: https://discord.gg/SC9HNKVj5e

Unexpectedly, Chen Hansheng, a social elite and diamond bachelor, was reborn and woke up as a senior high school graduate. Chen Hansheng at the crossroads is also hesitating. Who should he choose between treasure girl Shen Youchu and Bai Yueguang Xiao Rongyu? The ceiling of urban rebirth novels, a love guide that young people must not miss!

Terra, Era of Humanity A boy was born in the Underground a lawless slum built atop ancient ruins buried deep within the earth a place where survival was a privilege and death was an expectation. He grew up never knowing the warmth of the sun never seeing the city above the supposed paradise beyond the cavern ceiling. But Cain refused to rot in the dark. A boy was born in the Underground, a lawless slum built atop ancient ruins, buried deep within the earth a place where survival was a privilege, and death was an expectation. He grew up never knowing the warmth of the sun, never seeing the city above, the supposed paradise beyond the cavern ceiling. But Cain refused to rot in the dark. The only way out? Become a Slayer. Slayers are humanity’s strongest warriors beings who wield the power of the Wraiths, the anomalies that haunt the world. Slayers transcend human limits gaining abilities that let them shatter steel and tear through mountains. The strongest of them are practically immortal their lifespans longer than the history of humanity itself. To escape the Underground Cain must slay a Wraith and earn his place in the world above. But is the city above truly paradise? Or will he have to turn it into the paradise he desires? ––––––– Support this novel by adding it to your library, leaving comments, and dropping a power stone! It is my first novel!(along side another I am relasing check it out on my profile the story starts of not as dark as this one)

A group of friends were attending a cosplay convention for the sake of entertainment. They were having a tea break discussion as they watch their acquaintances perform on stage. But then, a sudden event of two gigantic magic circles materialized on both the floor, and the ceiling. Without any clue to what was going on, they lost their consciousness and were transported somewhere.

The Shadows of Havenwood Eleanor Vance, a vulnerable and isolated young girl, is sent to the notorious Havenwood Manor, a foreboding estate shrouded in darkness and secrecy. Abandoned by her family and forced to confront the sinister forces that lurk within the manor's crumbling walls, Eleanor soon discovers that she is not alone. Unsettling Presence As the lines between reality and madness blur, Eleanor becomes increasingly entangled in a web of supernatural horrors. The shadows that writhe across her bedroom walls seem to pulse with a malevolent life of their own, and the whispers that echo through the empty corridors appear to be calling her name.

Read about Jak and Deama as they wake up after their age is long past. "After being turned into stone by the demon lord Jak wakes up feeling like he could pass out at any second "I've been weak before but this is truly shit." he thinks as his vision starts to clear from patches of white. looking at around he finds himself in a courtyard, one that looks very well constructed or at least what was. "okay Jak think logically. I was fighting the demon lord saw a flasher of light and now I'm here feeling weak." As he walks forward hobbling with each step taking in that his earlier observation of the courtyard being well bad proven false as he sees broken piecses of a brick ceiling in the floor. some worn brick walls falling apart. A mount of plants and moss that hasn't been trimmed. "okay so maybe not a courtyard..and I'm clearly not in the same place as I was. hhhmmm, I was probably teleported or something. tha doesn't expain why my armor is more damaged." he thinks as he looks down at his body for the first time since waking up...."What the fu-" Now read the shitty book -Terrible writer dude

What's the most important thing in cooking? Many would say, knowledge. Another mass would say, mentality and talent. But for Jack, a professional home cook, the most important is not those pretentious answer. Modern appliance! Modern equipment! Thus, the crisis he felt when he was thrown into another world was not his life, but. "Ah! No!! How can I sous-vide without plastic and vacuum sealer?! How can I know the exact temperature of my meat?!! What should I do without my smart oven!!! I could watch Spongebob while waiting, dammit!!" What gave him hope was the existence of magic. And thus, fueled by pure commitment to re-create his smart kitchenware, Jack travel far and wide, hoarding magical knowledge, and sometimes even create his own magic. But, some of these magics are forbidden by nature. And Jack used them consistently, accidentally mastering them, and unknowingly... caused mayhem. "Wh-what are you...?" "... A cook, sir." "Ho! Are ya that mage that spook my brats, eh? Ye'r the real deal, I thought yer not. Lads! I challenge you!!" "... please stop making a ruckus, you'll scare my livestocks. And also, I refuse. I'm just a cook." "I see. You're definitely strong. Huhu, I like you. Join me. I'll give your far better treatment than other organization. I promise in the name of Snow White." "But I'm just a cook, Miss..." Words traveled far and wide, carrying the news of a certain man's impossible achievement. Tall, handsome, strong, and insanely smart in magic. Oh, and a little bit mastery in culinary. Many was envious, and wish it was them. But the subject of this rumors now developed a habit of stress eating disorder, and lack of sleep. And staring at his ceiling at three in the morning, he lament. "Why does things turns out this way...?" "MAGE OF FORBIDDEN! I CHALLENGE YOU---" "Oh, for god's sake!"

I entered the room slowly,the door slamming shut behind me?the room was dark only lightened by a small light on the ceiling which alone wasn't good enough for my eyes to see clearly then I heard it the hiss that sent shivers down my spine I gasped in fear turning around slowly,only to see a snake of a breed I didn't know, black and a hint of gold colors stripped along the body, a size as big as me . Then I moved closer slowly "awwn you are really adorable" I said holding up my arms. Petra is a young bI entered the room slowly,the door slamming shut behind me?the room was dark only lightened by a small light on the ceiling which alone wasn't good enough for my eyes to see clearly then I heard it the hiss that sent shivers down my spine I gasped in fear turning around slowly,only to see a snake of a breed I didn't know, black and a hint of gold colors stripped along the body, a size as big as me . Then I moved closer slowly "awwn you are really adorable" I said holding up my arms. Petra is a young brunnete who due to a huge dept had to be sold to a tyrant prince by her uncle. This was the only que to their survival.

If forgotten past. it dangerous man. it truth that should have stayed buried. Velena Nikolayevich thought she was just another woman trying to survive. But when she steps into Ceil Blackthorn's world, she realizes nothing is as it seems. Ceil is powerful, ruthless,and hiding secrets that could destroy everything. he knows her but she doesn't remember him. when a single file unlocked A past she can't recall, Velena is forced into a deadly game of deception betrayal and hidden Truths. was she a victim of the past? order reason It all happened? in a world blood trust is a weapon and love is just another strategy, Velena must decide- will she unkover that truth, or will She Run before it's too late? ● a dark Romance filled with the secrets betrayals and dangerous power plays. ● A past she can't remember a man who won't let her forget. ● nothing is what it seems. And someone wants her gone. welcome to Tangled secrets. are you ready to play?

A high ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings and fanciful decor. A warm golden light passing through stained glass highlighting the beauty of justice and righteous valour- a contrast to the maleficent beings that would often face this light- illuminates the room. Upon a raised dais, there is a displeased king, and by his side, stern-faced nobles and court officials stare down menacingly at the accused. Below these extinguished figures, bounded by chains and covered in grime, was a six-year-old girl. "Ixion Akastos Vespera" "In the presence of our sovereign King and the noble dukes of this great nation, you are summoned to answer for the grave crimes alleged against you. The entire house of Vespera, your family and lineage, has been wrongfully slain by a treacherous prisoner of theirs. We have reason to believe you have conspired with the ungrateful fiend, betraying your own blood and committing treason against our liege. How do you answer? Are you guilty or not guilty of this heinous crime?" "Not guilty." "Not guilty? Very well. You shall-" "I killed them myself. Not the dragon, only I." Murmurs erupted among the usually unperturbed high-class nobles. "Is it not according to law that a bloodline inheritor may kill all other potential heirs? As for my unfortunate mother, she was merely an unintended mishap." °°° Alexandra Chase, among a million others, found herself in a deadly game orchestrated by a supreme goddess to gain access to another world. Unfortunately, her life in this new world won't be any softer than the one before it. Her drive is not only to survive but also to supersede those beings who stand above. The goddess's schemes are far deeper than she could imagine. She is granted talent, unlimited potential, and terrifying attunement to the world itself with her new body, but many geniuses die young. Her most capable weapon is a concept many have yet to fathom- her soul.

Watch as a once run of the mill teenager transcends the dimensional ceiling to compete with and suppass the gods! There are an infinite amount of beings who can cause imbalances and disasters within the multiverse most of which lower dimensional begins such as yourselves can not even begin to comprehend, but Qamar Grayson, a newly turned 17 year old boy, has learned to harness one of the many different types of energy that exist in the multiverse and with it trancend to the higher Realms in order to protect against the up coming omniversal threat!

Xu Yinyin's last memory was the blaring sound of her phone alarm. She had been working late into the night, drowning in financial reports and endless deadlines. A single moment of dizziness, a sharp pain in her chest, and then… darkness. When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in her modern high-rise apartment but in a **tiny, dimly lit room** that smells of damp straw and mildew. The air is thin and cold, and her body feels incredibly weak, as if she hasn't eaten in days. Her gaze lands on the cracked ceiling, the wooden beams above her looking fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment. Her body aches, and when she moves her hands, she feels her own **bony fingers**—thin, fragile, with calluses that don’t belong to her. Her throat is dry. Her stomach twists in hunger. **"Where… am I?"** She struggles to sit up, only to feel sharp pain radiating from her limbs. Her wrists are marked with old scars, faint traces of bruises scattered across her arms. The shabby quilt covering her is thin, barely providing warmth. A sense of unease grips her. Then, memories **flood** her mind. Her name is no longer Xu Yinyin. She is now **Su Wan**, a nineteen-year-old orphan in a poverty-stricken village in 1960s China. Her parents passed away early, leaving her at the mercy of her uncle’s family. Instead of caring for her, they treated her as an unwanted burden—a servant who worked from dawn to dusk with barely enough food to survive. Just yesterday, the original Su Wan had collapsed from exhaustion while carrying heavy buckets of water from the river. No one helped her. No one cared. She had been left in this tiny storage room to either wake up or die. The realization makes her shudder. Before she can process more, a cold, mechanical voice **echoes in her mind.** **[Host detected. Survival Space System initializing.]** A translucent blue screen appears before her. ### **Inventory:** ✔ **Fresh vegetables, rice, and flour** ✔ **Bottled clean water** ✔ **A first-aid kit with modern medicine** ✔ **Basic survival tools like a knife and matches** Su Wan's eyes widen. **"A cheat system?!"** She instinctively selects a loaf of bread. The next moment, a **warm, soft bun appears in her hand.** The scent of freshly baked bread fills the air. Her stomach growls. With trembling hands, she **takes a bite**—the fluffy warmth melting on her tongue, sending an almost overwhelming sensation of relief through her starved body. Warmth spreads through her, chasing away the biting cold. Her eyes flicker with determination. **"I have a second chance. I won’t let anyone trample on me again!! "

When Amber Benson, a New York City Upper East Side bombshell, plunged from her burning yacht into the Hudson River, she clutched a photo of her fiancé, Jared, cheating on her with his best friend, Lila. Three years later, Violet, a redhead born under the knife of Paris' most mysterious plastic surgeon, returns to Manhattan with a $300 million trust fund. A plan for revenge is laid out in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a Fifth Avenue penthouse suite, only to run into the broken starlight in the gray-blue pupils of Ethan, a Wall Street upstart. When four bodies turn up one by one in the Central Park Rose Garden, those diamond-cut vows finally ooze blood.

Eisley Sawyer was promised to Magnus Sawyer by her mother at a tender age for marriage. However, Magnus turned out to be far from a loving husband. He is one to cheat and beat her up, whether she was at fault or not. Desperate to escape this nightmare, Eisley overheard the local wives discussing a notorious gangster and businessman coming to town. This man, Irwin Kent, happened to be her husband's boss—a man known for having any woman he desired, even those married to his employees. Eisley saw in Irwin a man more powerful than her husband, presenting her with a potential escape route. But how long could she rely on this path without falling for her saviour? EXTRACT: Magnus gazed at Irwin, then dropped to his knees. "Forgive me, but she's all I have. I can't lose her. I love her so much. Please, let her come back to me." Irwin leaned back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as the smoke from his cigarette clouded his view. "She wants a divorce." A heavy silence filled the room. Irwin sat up, scrutinizing Magnus, who remained on his knees, utterly bewildered. "My wife is still very young and naive." "Is she? She strikes me as quite bold and wise," Irwin countered, "She's my type," he added, biting his lower lip with a smirk that made Magnus furious. "Sir, Eisley is my whole life!"

Los personajes he historia original no son míos, estos son de su respectivo autor [Akatsuki Natsume] y este solo es un fanfic... Sinópsis: "La paz que logré podría verse afectada si no hago algo... Mmmm... No quiero averiguar si en verdad es algo malo... Pero... ¿Que es lo peor que podría pasar? lo haré rápido, así que las inútiles no tiene que venir, después de todo solo harían más larga está tonta "misión"... Regresaré rápido, solo es una tontería más... Espero..." Un culto de locos (o al menos eso es lo que parece) amenazan la paz más que merecida de nuestro héroe. Nuestro Japonés favorito tendra que arreglárselas solo, pensó que sería una tontería, pero parece ser que esto podría llevar al fin de su nuevo y "maravilloso estupido mundo". Pasará momentos divertidos, conocerá nuevos compañeros y enfrentará nuevos enemigos, como todo lo que este mundo tiene para ofrecer se espera que todo esto sea cuanto menos ridículo... O al menos debería ser.... " 'Cuidate de Dios' Je, que tontería...." Historia originalmente para Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/381252933?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Papulince23-Wrt

Everything begins when the MC dies and reincarnated into the game "Eldrath", the most famous game of all time, in the body of a weak character “Aragon” In a world ruled by power and magic, where fallen stars become weapons, and the sky is not a ceiling…but a prison, the journey of Aragorn begins, a player who turned his weakness into a curse upon everyone. This is not a story of rising... but of a deliberate fall to the depths of power, where the very sky trembles at the name of Aragon…

Elliot had always felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. At sixteen, he couldn’t remember a time when his mind wasn’t a whirlwind of doubts, fears, and dreams too big for the small town he called home. His days were a blur of school corridors filled with unkind whispers and nights of lying awake, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, hoping they would form some sort of map to freedom. Elliot’s yearning wasn’t just for escape from his surroundings, but from the storm raging inside his head. The doctors called it anxiety and depression, but to him, it was a labyrinth—a twisting maze that he couldn’t navigate no matter how hard he tried. And so, one day, he packed a small bag, scribbled a note that said, “I need to find myself,” and stepped onto the first bus out of town. The road stretched endlessly before him, a ribbon of possibility. His journey began without a clear destination, just an aching need to find something—or someone—to soothe the chaos within.

He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face. ----- When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head. "Oh! I'm glad you're awake!" ----- "I swear! I'm coming back alive!" ----- On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him. The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more. That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world. The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

One day, out of nowhere, I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling. I thought I was kidnapped but turns out I had transmigrated into early medieval Britain during the era of Arthurian Legends? Wait, but why is Merlin a real mage, and Excalibur a real magic sword? King Arthur was actually real? No, wait, before that, what is this colosseum like place? Why am I being sent into the Middle Earth to steal a cup of gold from Smaug the Greedy? W-why is there a giant Red Dragon here?! How could I have known the Welsh dragon was real! Someone save me!!! --- This is my first time venturing into the Infinity genre as a writer, and one major inspiration behind this is, indeed, Cuttlefish's 'The Sage Who Transcended Samsara'. Please leave constructive criticism, and help improve my writing. Native English speaker, so hopefully grammar won't be a problem. I will never be accepting a contract, so this will forever be free. If you like my writing and would like to support me, and later on get some advanced chapters, the link below may be of use: https://www.patreon.com/MeAlive