Smurfy Hollow

Luo Huian adalah yang paling cantik, kuat, dan narsistik——- Potong! Potong! Potong! Ambil dua, dan ulangi. Luo Huian adalah yang paling cantik, kuat, dan bijaksana yang abadi dalam alam kedamaian dan harmoni. Kedua ayahnya sangat menyayanginya, dan dia memiliki banyak sumber daya dan pil. Kehidupannya sempurna. Namun, kehidupan sempurnanya berakhir tiba-tiba ketika Luo Huian, seorang abadi yang bertanggung jawab membawa kedamaian bagi mereka yang telah mencapai akhir dan kehabisan keyakinan—— Menyaksikan seorang pria melompat dari gedung. Karena kepercayaannya yang kaku dan rasa keadilannya, dia tidak menyelamatkan si pengganggu. Sayangnya, pria tersebut adalah anak dari surga. Kehilangan nyawanya membawa masalah tak terbatas dalam kehidupan Luo Huian dan dia dihukum oleh surga. Dia dikirim ke dunia manusia di mana dia harus menyelamatkan setidaknya lima ratus orang dengan menyelamatkan nyawa mereka ketika mereka berada di ujung akal sehat mereka. Untuk seorang abadi ini adalah pekerjaan yang mudah, bukan? Salah. Neneknya mengirim Luo Huian ke dunia di mana Batu Kegelapan telah menciptakan kekacauan. Binatang dan monster dilahirkan oleh Batu Kegelapan yang menghisap setiap ons kebahagiaan dari manusia. Dunia ini didominasi oleh pemburu yang dapat membunuh binatang dengan kekuatan yang telah mereka bangkitkan. Dan di dunia yang kejam ini, Luo Huian mendapat bagian yang paling buruk. Dia bangun dalam tubuh pemburu kelas-F! Sialan. Jika itu belum cukup buruk, pemilik sebelumnya telah mengakui kepada sepupu perempuannya dan diusir dari keluarga. Ganda katak dalam pot panas. Dengan tidak sedikit pun uang di sakunya Luo Huian keluar untuk menyelesaikan misinya. Tapi apa yang akan terjadi ketika Luo Huian yang adalah pemburu kelas-F membasmi Glooms and Hollows kelas-Z yang bahkan pemburu kelas-S pun tidak bisa? Lihat dia melawan bahaya dan pada saat yang sama menyelamatkan nyawa orang-orang. Tapi dalam misi kecil ini, ada halangan kecil —— Tiga godaan yang memikat. *********** Melawan godaan ambil 1: “MMPH,” Luo Huian mendorong mer yang telah menekannya ke tempat tidur sambil duduk di pinggangnya. "Turun." “Saya tidak bisa,” jawab Qi Yongrui saat dia melepas bajunya. “Ayah Shun bilang dia iri dengan Paman Wang. Dia juga ingin memeluk cucu. Jadi, istri ayo kita kerja keras malam ini, oke?” Luo Huian: Tuhanku selamatkan aku, aku adalah perempuan tanpa keinginan! **** Melawan godaan ambil 2: “Menurutmu dia tampan?” tanya Fan Meilin kepada wanita yang berdiri di sebelahnya. Meski dia yang memenangkan perlombaan dan piala, istrinya malah melihat mer lain. “Ya tentu,” Luo Huian, yang merupakan penikmat keindahan, segera setuju. “Tapi mengapa kamu bertanya?” Mata Fan Meilin berkilat saat dia tersenyum pada Luo dan mendekatkan tubuhnya sambil berbisik di telinganya, “Dia mungkin tampak tampan tapi saya adalah pengendara yang lebih baik. Tidak hanya di jalur tapi juga di tempat tidur, apakah kamu mau mencoba sayang?” Luo Huian: Lawan godaan! Biaya apa pun! Saya adalah wanita berhati baja. ***** Melawan godaan ambil 3: “Apakah ini perlu?” tanya Luo Huian saat duduk di sofa, menonton mer melacak jarinya di lengkungan tubuhnya sambil dia duduk hanya dengan pakaian renang modern. Mer itu mengangguk saat dia menulis di notepad kecilnya, “Saya perlu melacak setiap inci kulit Anda untuk menciptakan karya terbaik saya, jadi jangan bergerak.” Setelah selesai menulis, dia menyerahkan notepad kepada Luo Huian, jarinya menyentuh lekukan dada, pinggangnya dan ——— Luo Huian: Kesucianku berada dalam risiko besar! ** Fl yang berusaha melakukan segalanya untuk menyelamatkan kesuciannya dari diambil karena itu akan memperlambat kultivasinya X Mls yang berusaha sebaik mungkin untuk merebutnya darinya. *********** Peringatan pemicu: meskipun buku ini diatur dalam pengaturan komedi, mungkin ada beberapa topik yang tidak nyaman yang akan membahas depresi dan kesepian. ***********

In a world where the power rank and potential of an individual determines their social status, one could only hope for an ability with high potential. There were those who could not awaken an ability and they were called hollow beings. Rodiku, who happens to be an orphan, ended up as a hollow being. Due to how society treated him, he turned into a careless person as he gave up on life. He also never believed in the existence of gods, who according to history were the source of their abilities. He later discovers in school that he had a god in him all along. ' Huh! What do you mean by I'm too weak for your powers!?' ' Shut up mortal! Weakling, how did I end up with you. I have designed a mortal system to help you work your ass into shape.l ' ' I'm not following any stupid system of yours ' ' Then forget about my powers weakling ' I plead with readers to comment on every chapter. I really need your feedback and I'd really appreciate some votes as well.

Superheroes were supposed to be immortalized. Legends. Symbols of hope. But one by one, they vanished. Erased from history, from memory—like they never existed at all. Riven Steele, once the world’s strongest protector, awakens from a decades-long stasis to find reality itself rejecting heroes. No statues, no stories—only fragmented echoes of a world that refuses to remember them. A new generation of unstable, dying heroes rises in their place, their powers unraveling, their existence hanging by a thread. At the heart of it all is a whispered name: The Hollow Monarch. A being that doesn’t kill. Doesn’t destroy. It simply erases. As Riven fights to uncover the truth, he begins to unravel, his own reflection warping, his memories twisting. The Monarch’s influence isn’t just erasing heroes—it’s rewriting them. And when it finally speaks to him, it says the one thing that chills him to his core: "You were never real." Now, Riven must lead the last surviving heroes in a battle not just for survival—but to prove they should exist at all. Because if they fail, history itself will erase them forever. And this time, there will be no one left to remember.

Synopsis: The Dying Star The Heart of Aetheris has kept the world alive for centuries, a celestial force binding magic, life, and destiny. But something is wrong. The Heart is fading—or worse, it’s being devoured. Kael, a smuggler with no allegiance to kings or gods, never wanted to be a hero. But when a dying monk stumbles into his path, whispering a cryptic warning of a broken Heart and a coming doom, Kael is thrust into a war he doesn’t understand. Across the shattered empire, Prince Dain, the Hollow King, rises from exile, wielding a power that should not exist. He believes the only way to break the cycle of suffering is to shatter the Heart completely—to burn away the old world and forge something new. But the entity that granted him his power is not done with him yet. As empires fall and Hollowborn warriors spread their corruption, Kael must join forces with the exiled empress Vaeloria, the rogue star-mage Lysara, and a Hollowborn knight clinging to the last fragments of his humanity. Together, they must uncover the truth behind the Heart’s decay before Dain’s war consumes everything. But some truths were meant to stay buried. And some stars are meant to die.

Resonance, when the world finally hears its own echo, will it resound in harmony or fade into a hollow monotone?

In a world where the enigmatic and deadly phenomenon known as the "Sink" dictates survival, individuals are plunged into a surreal and treacherous trial. The Sink is a realm of shifting rules and brutal challenges, where the only escape lies in nurturing a "world seed." These seeds, however, are not freely given—they must be claimed through the death of others, absorbing their seeds and gaining a fated ability tied to one's destiny. Reed, a quiet and observant boy, is marked by a haunting encounter with a grotesque entity that strips him of his past, his family, and his identity in exchange for a seed. His once-vibrant life, filled with the warmth of his family and the dreams of becoming a scholar, is erased, leaving him a hollow shell in a world that no longer remembers him. This tale explores themes of sacrifice, identity, and the cost of survival, set against a backdrop of eerie landscapes and relentless danger. Reed's story is one of resilience and transformation, as he fights to forge a new path in a world that demands everything, even as he struggles to hold onto the fragments of who he once was. The Sink is not just a trial of strength and cunning—it is a crucible that tests the very essence of what it means to be human.

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?

Orion’s fate was sealed in blood long before his first breath, his destiny woven into the unseen threads of a world teetering on the edge of oblivion. But it was his grandfather’s dying words that set his path in motion—whispering of an Ancient Organization swallowed by time, of a fragmented map etched with eldritch secrets, and of a duty that should have never been his to bear. Bound by the weight of a forgotten legacy, he steps into a world where shadows breathe, dark magic festers, and the slumbering gods watch with hollow, unblinking eyes. As he follows the map’s cursed trail, reality itself begins to unravel. The deeper he treads, the more he unearths—secrets buried not by man, but by the divine, locked away in fear of what they might awaken. Forgotten horrors stir beneath the veil of existence, their whispers clawing at his mind, twisting truth into nightmare. In a world where gods are neither merciful nor just, where their will is as cruel as it is absolute, Orion must tread carefully. For power is never given—it is taken, stolen from the dark. And in the end, all that remains is the price it demands.

Warning: R-18+ It began with the moon. No one remembers exactly when it started inching closer, only that it was subtle at first—a faint red tint across its surface that deepened with each passing year. The tides grew restless, and the night air thickened with a strange, electric weight. Animals became erratic and then humans began to change. Fevers swept through towns, leaving bodies writhing beneath the moonlight. Some recovered. Some died. But when they woke up, those who had survived were no longer humans. Bones twisted and snapped beneath their skin as limbs reshaped. Eyes sharpened with a feral glint. Howls tore from their throats. While others rose cold and still—hearts no longer beating but senses sharpened—the scent of blood became impossible to resist. Predators were awakened by the moon. Vampires and Werewolves. To assert dominance frequent battles ensued. The fight to claim better territorial lands on the earth was inevitable. Predators kill prey, and in their desperation, turn on each other. The rival clans of Bloodfang and Stormclaw would often wage wars with each other. In the center of the endless conflict, few surviving females were caught and met their inevitable end. It was a slow death spiral that quickly turned gruesome and uncontained. Entire towns vanished overnight, leaving behind nothing but silence and the stench of death. And, with a hollow birth rate during wartime, the endless bloodshed inevitably pushed the human population to the brink of extinction. With humanity teetering on the edge of collapse, the wolves and vampires were forced to face an uncomfortable truth: without humans, they too would die out. Out of desperation, a fragile truce was forged. In the year 2174, a three-way pack where wolves, vampires, and humans would coexist. The terms were simple: humans would be protected from unchecked slaughter, and in return, they would serve as the lifeblood needed to sustain both species. It had been a hundred and eighty years since the alliance formed, marking the year 2324. And now, Velvetiana was about to step into their world or rather, she was to step back into the world that had forgotten her. The sole crimson flower of the Corvinus Clan. Determined to live through her university life with a goal to graduate and crawl out from poverty, how will she deal with Blood Cardinals and Werewolf Alphas, who never cease to cause trouble for her like a swarm of frantic bees? The very bees that are out to suck the nectar from her blooming red flowers that is.

Nero wakes in a strange world with no memories of his past, only a name and a voice in his head, a cruel presence that knows more than it tells. As reality twists around him, Nero must uncover the truth before the Hollow swallows him whole. But some truths are better left forgotten.

Forensic psychologist Eleanor "Ellie" Grayson is called to evaluate Jonas Blackwood, the sole survivor of a gruesome massacre linked to an occult ritual. Jonas exhibits disturbing behavior—his eyes empty, his voice shifting, and his words cryptic: “We are many. We are hollow.” At first, Ellie assumes he’s suffering from severe psychological trauma, but when a wave of unexplained violence spreads through the psychiatric hospital where he’s held, she realizes something far more sinister is at play. As Ellie investigates, she uncovers a chilling legend—The Hollow Ones. Once human, these beings have been emptied of all emotions, desires, and identities, becoming vessels for an ancient, unknowable force. The more people they consume, the stronger their presence in the world. And the more Ellie learns about them, the more they take notice of her. Soon, she begins experiencing eerie symptoms—her reflection lags in mirrors, she hears voices whispering from the shadows, and she feels her emotions dulling as if something is siphoning her very soul. Desperate for answers, she joins forces with Dr. Alistair Kincaid, an occult historian who warns that once someone is marked by the Hollow Ones, the process of hollowing out is nearly unstoppable. As Ellie fights to retain her sense of self, she discovers that Jonas Blackwood’s excavation of an ancient burial site may have unleashed the Hollow Ones once more. The entities do not kill—they spread, infecting the minds and bodies of the living, transforming them into soulless husks. Now, Ellie must race against time to stop the spread before she loses herself completely. But how do you fight something that is already inside you? And if the price of survival means sacrificing a part of her humanity, is she willing to pay it? In a chilling blend of supernatural horror and psychological suspense, The Hollow Ones is a terrifying exploration of identity, possession, and the creeping fear of losing what makes us human.

Evelyn Mercer never planned to return to Black Hollow, the eerie town she left behind after her mother’s tragic death. But when whispers start calling her name—soft, insistent voices that invade her dreams and waking hours—she has no choice but to go back. From the moment she arrives, the town feels wrong. The streets are too empty, the people too watchful, and the past lingers like a shadow that refuses to fade. As she checks into the decrepit Black Hollow Inn, the whispers grow stronger. They murmur in the dark, calling her by name, warning her to leave. But something roots her in place—something she can’t explain. When she discovers that her mother is listed among the town’s many missing persons—despite the official story of her death—Evelyn realizes that Black Hollow is hiding secrets far darker than she ever imagined. People have been vanishing for decades, taken by something unseen, something that whispers in the night. As Evelyn digs deeper, she finds herself entangled in a mystery that defies reason. The whispers are not just voices—they are entities, bound to the town, watching, waiting. And they have chosen her. With time running out and the boundary between the living and the lost growing thin, Evelyn must uncover the truth before she, too, becomes nothing more than another name whispered in the dark.

HELLO it's me the author of this story it's my first time making a noval so if mistakes arise I hope you will provide feedback on that. and help me the story too I'm open to any suggestions and my noval is connected to a few novals like. In a realm where multiple worlds exist, bound by threads of fate and power, the story unfolds around ancient forces and long-forgotten legacies. These worlds are shaped by the existence of powerful orders and divine beings, their destinies interwoven in a cosmic struggle. Knight Pride is an order of honorable warriors, sworn to protect the light and uphold justice. These knights carry within them a fierce sense of duty, defending their kingdoms from the corruption that seeps through the realms. Their strength lies not only in their combat prowess but in their unshakable belief in virtue. On the opposite side lie the Hollowed, beings who have lost their sense of self and become empty vessels, controlled by dark forces. Once proud warriors and leaders, the Hollowed now serve the twisted will of the Dark God, a powerful entity that seeks to dominate and consume the essence of all life. Its influence has spread across worlds, leaving entire civilizations in despair. Among these entities are the Ascendants of Eternity, mortals who have transcended their earthly limitations and achieved god-like power. These beings exist between realms, neither fully alive nor dead, but eternally bound to the cycles of creation and destruction. Their ascension grants them immense abilities, and they serve as guardians of balance, though not all choose the same path. The Dark God’s Influence manipulates individuals across worlds, turning them into its vessels. It has laid a silent hand upon kingdoms, sowing discord, drawing upon the power of fear and hatred to fuel its dark ambitions. As the balance between light and darkness teeters, the Dark God's sway grows stronger, threatening the very fabric of existence. The various orders and beings connected to these events must come together or fall, as the line between good and evil blurs. The fight for survival spans not just individual worlds, but the cosmos itself. Forces clash, alliances form, and destinies are rewritten as the eternal conflict between light and shadow reaches its climax. In the midst of this, forgotten prophecies resurface, revealing that a chosen one may rise from among the broken to defy the looming darkness, unravel the curse of the Hollowed, and either become an Ascendant of Eternity or fall into the depths of the Dark God's embrace.

Hello, and welcome to my first novel! This is my first attempt at writing a long-term story, so I expect that there may be some mistakes along the way. However, I am dedicated to improving, and I would be incredibly grateful for any feedback you have to offer. Your support means a great deal to me, and I sincerely appreciate you taking the time to read my work. This novel is an expansive adventure that explores countless realms and worlds, spanning across fantasy, medieval, modern, and many more settings. The universe within this story is vast—far beyond the scale of ordinary worlds. To give you a sense of its immensity, the world in this novel is nine times the size of an entire galaxy. The Three Great Layers of Existence The world is divided into three major layers, each unique in its nature, inhabitants, and power structure: The Lower Layer – The Realm of Demons This layer is home to demons, monsters, and dark entities that thrive in chaos. It is a realm of endless conflict and war, where only the strong survive. Spanning an area nine times larger than a universe, this is a place where terrifying beings plot, empires rise and fall, and legendary figures carve their names into history through blood and fire. The Middle Layer – The Mortal Realm The Middle Layer is a vast world nine times the size of a galaxy, where humans, elves, dwarves, and countless other races live. It is a realm of kingdoms, empires, magic, and technology, where countless heroes and villains shape the fate of civilizations. Some regions are steeped in medieval fantasy, while others have developed into modern societies. It is a realm of balance, where both divine and demonic influences clash in unseen battles. The Upper Layer – The Realm of the Gods The highest plane of existence, this realm is where only gods reside. It is a divine domain filled with celestial cities, sacred lands, and entities that possess power beyond comprehension. Like the Lower Layer, it is nine times the size of a universe, but unlike the chaotic underworld, this realm is shaped by cosmic order. However, even among the gods, conflicts and power struggles exist, as the fate of the entire multiverse often lies in their hands. A Universe of Interconnected Stories This novel is not just a single story—it is the foundation of an entire interconnected universe. It serves as the origin and the core of many other novels that branch off from it. Some of the stories that are connected to this grand narrative include: Knight's Pride – A tale of chivalry, honor, and betrayal in a medieval world where knights wield divine power. Hollowed – A dark and mysterious story about a forgotten hero who walks between life and death. Influence of the Dark God – A story of corruption, ambition, and the rise of an entity that seeks to reshape the cosmos. While these stories are deeply connected to the main novel, this novel is the true beginning—the origin of all things. It holds the secrets that link all the realms together and will serve as the key to understanding the vast multiverse. The foundation of the world, its history, and its vast scope will be introduced in the early chapters. However, the true beginning of the main story will start around chapters 12 to 13. These initial chapters will be dedicated to world-building, introducing key figures, and setting the stage for the grand journey that awaits. Final Thoughts Thank you for taking the time to read this introduction. If you have any suggestions, ideas, or feedback, I would love to hear them! I am committed to improving my writing and making this story as engaging and immersive as possible. I hope you will join me on this journey through a universe filled with adventure, mystery, and endless possibilities!

Zephyrine should have died that night. It was her wedding day, but it turned out to be a mourning day for her. She lost her parents, the Alpha and Luna, and worse still, she was framed for their deaths by the fiancé she was expected to marry. Zephyrine barely escaped death and promised herself to avenge her parents death. She became a queen—a fearless queen with a pack. She crushed those who stood in her way, even challenging great Alphas and those of high authority. Despite all this, little does she know that fate had other plans in store for her. She finally found her mate, and he was none other than the Lord of the Grims. She refused to let the mate bond tie her down and chose to grow stronger while protecting her pack. The Lord of the Grims was forbidden from having a mate following the betrayal from the werewolves that happened centuries ago. But despite it all, the Lord couldn't help but fall deeper in love with Zephyrine. He protected her and acted as a shield, refusing to leave her side despite how she pushed him away. Zephyrine and the Lord encountered different situations of life and death, bringing them closer. Unaware of his true identity, she began to fall in love with him. Those from each realm found out about this forbidden love and decided to put a stop to it. Zephyrine discovered his true identity, realizing what the werewolves had done to his kind. She chose to fight for love despite all odds. Because some loves are written in fate. And some must be fought for in blood. Will she be able to stand against the two realms and still fight for the one she loves? What other danger lay ahead in their love story? Excerpt from the book "You carry yourself like you're untouchable," Caden said, his voice low and smooth. "Like no one can reach you. But I see right through that mask, Zephyrine." I held my ground, unwilling to let him see how much his presence was affecting me. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're mistaken. I've stood against worse than you." His lips curved into a faint smile, but there was something deeper in his gaze now—something that felt like fire. "You feel it, don't you?" he murmured. I stiffened, my wolf practically clawing to get out. I did feel it—the pull, the undeniable connection that tied me to him. My mate. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel. "You're wrong," I said sharply, though my voice wavered. "Whatever this is, I don't want it." Caden's eyes softened, but he didn't back down. Instead, he took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating from him. He raised a hand, brushing his fingers lightly against my cheek. "Deny it all you want, Zephyrine," he said softly, his touch sending sparks through my skin. "But your wolf doesn't lie. You can feel it, just like I do." I shivered, hating how my body betrayed me. My breath hitched as his thumb gently traced along my jawline. "I've been waiting for you," he continued. "And now that I've found you, I won't let you go." I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay firm. "I don't need a mate," I whispered, though the words felt hollow. Caden's smile widened, but it wasn't mocking—it was warm, almost tender. "You may not think you require me," he said, his voice steady, "but I promise you, Zephyrine, you'll want me. And when that time comes, you'll submit—not because I demand it, but because you'll choose to." The way he said it made my heart stutter, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Before I could respond, he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "You'll see, my queen. You can try to fight it, but you'll be mine in the end." He pulled back, his intense gaze locking with mine one last time before he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, breathless and trembling. My wolf was practically purring, but I wasn't going to give in. Never.

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Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and narcissistic——- Cut! Cut! Cut! Take two, and do it over. Luo Huian was the most beautiful, strong and wisest immortal in the realm of peace and harmony. Her two fathers doted on her, and she had a generous supply of resources and pills. Her life was perfect. However, her perfect life came to an abrupt end when Luo Huian, an immortal whose responsibility was to bring peace to those who had reached their ends and had run out of faith—— Watched a man jump down a building. Because of her inflexible beliefs and sense of justice, she did not save the bully. Unfortunately, that man was the son of the heavens. The loss of his life brought infinite trouble in Luo Huian’s life and she was punished by the heavens. She was sent to the world of humans where she had to rescue at least five hundred people by saving their lives when they were at the end of their wits. For an immortal this was an easy job, right? Wrong. Her grandmother sent Luo Huian to a world where Gloom Rocks had wrecked chaos. Beasts and monsters were given birth to by the Gloom Rocks that sucked every ounce of happiness from humans. This world was dominated by hunters who could kill the beasts with the powers that they had awakened. And in this cutthroat world, Luo Huian got the short end of the stick. She woke up in the body of an F-class hunter! Dang it. If that wasn’t worse enough, the previous owner had confessed to her cousin-in-law and was kicked out of the family. Double frog in the hot crock. With not a single penny in her pocket Luo Huian goes out to complete her mission. But what would happen when Luo Huian who was an F-class hunter annihilated the Z-class Glooms and Hollows that even the S-class hunters could not? Watch her fend against the dangers and at the same time save the lives of people. But in this small mission, there is a small obstruction —— The three alluring temptations. *********** Resisting the temptation take 1: “MMPH,” Luo Huian pushed against the mer who had pushed her down on the bed while sitting on her waist. “Get off.” “I can’t,” answered Qi Yongrui as he took off his shirt. “Daddy Shun said that he is envious of Uncle Wang. He also wants to hold a grandchild. So, wife let's work hard tonight alright?” Luo Huian: Dear Heavens save me, I am a woman of no desire! **** Resisting the temptation take 2: “Do you think he is good looking?” Fan Meilin questioned the woman who stood next to him. Even though he was the one who won the race and the trophy, his wife was looking at the other mer. “Well yes,” Luo Huian, who was an appreciator of beauty, agreed at once. “Why are you asking this though?” Fan Meilin’s eyes flashed as he smiled at her and leaned in closer to her body as he whispered in her ear, “He might be good looking but I am a better driver. Not only on the track but also in bed, do you want to try darling?” Luo Huian: Resist the temptation! At all costs! I am an iron-hearted woman. ***** Resisting the temptation take 3: “Is this necessary?” Luo Huian questioned as she sat on the couch, watching the mer trace his fingers on her curves while she sat in nothing but modern swimwear. The mer nodded as he wrote on his small notepad, “I need to trace every inch of your skin to create my finest creation, so don’t move.” After he finished writing, he handed the notepad to Luo Huian, his fingers brushing against the curve of her bosom, waist and ——— Luo Huian: My virtue is at extreme risk! ** Fl who is trying to do everything to save her virtue from being taken as it would slow down her cultivation X Mls who are trying their best to snatch it from her. *********** Trigger warning: though the book is set in a comedic setting, there might be some uneasy topics that would discuss depression and loneliness. ***********

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

Ezra Veyne was just an ordinary reader. A fan of Chronicles of the Eternal Throne, a novel where fate is absolute, heroes rise, and villains fall. Then he died. And woke up as Calveros Nacht, the novel’s greatest villain—a warlord fated to die at the hands of the so-called hero, Aurelian Veris. At first, Ezra thinks he can use his knowledge of the story to survive. He has a status window, just like every noble in this world. His system is normal. Or at least, it should be. Then he notices it. A hidden stat that flickers in and out of existence. [Sanity: ???] A system warning that appears when no one else is watching. [Correction Pending…] And worst of all—Aurelian Veris isn’t acting like the hero he remembers. Their paths were never supposed to cross this early. The academy was never supposed to summon them for an emergency. And a student was never supposed to die before the story even began. Ezra thought he had time. Now, fate itself is breaking. The world isn’t just resisting his existence—it’s trying to erase him. But if he is going to be erased, he refuses to go down as a forgotten mistake. If the world wants a villain, he’ll give it one. Even if it means tearing reality apart with him.

Shi Jian's cultivation journey started with the pursuit of the Dao of Love alongside his partner. However, their shared pursuit of the Dao of Love is tragically cut short when she is murdered, shattering Shi Jian's world. Consumed by rage and a desire for revenge, , he plunges into the Dao of Lust, using dual cultivation to amass power. With his newfound abilities, he slaughtered those responsible for his lover's death. However, the aftermath of his massacre left him with a hollow feeling, realizing that this path wasn't what his loved one would have wanted for him. He shifts his focus to the Dao of Life, driven by the desperate hope of resurrection. Years of relentless cultivation bring him to the cusp of godhood, a Quasi-God realm cultivator, yet he remains haunted by his past and the lurking shadows of his enemies. A secret realm, promising the key to achieving the God realm and completing his Dao of Life, lures him in. It's a trap, a carefully orchestrated demise by envious immortals and remnants of his past foes. Despite his immense power, he falls and lost his life. However, in a surprising twist, he found himself returned to his younger self, before embarking on his cultivation journey. Armed with profound knowledge of the future and mastery over the Dao of Love, Lust, and Life, Shi Jian is now poised to relive his journey, armed with the wisdom to alter the course of his destiny. Genre: 18+ Author's Note: read the review and upto 10 chaps for more understanding. votes (100 powerstones for every extra chap in a week). The story will be updated daily, so be prepared to join me on a captivating journey of Love, Lust, and Life.

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."

In a world where history fades like whispers on the wind, young Tobias stumbles upon a forgotten relic—an ancient blade with a voice from the past. When he meets Siegfried, a warrior bound by fate and trapped within the sword, Tobias unknowingly awakens a legend lost to time. Siegfried reveals that he was once part of the Ten Nameless Oaths, an elite guild forged during the Great Age of Ash, when monstrous Fiends first emerged from the Rift at the heart of the Casderia Waters. But to Tobias, the past is nothing more than myths and forgotten names. He has never heard of the guild, the war, or even the Age of Ash itself. More disturbingly, he sees only a sword where Siegfried stands. The chilling truth soon dawns on Siegfried—he is no longer a man of flesh and blood, but a spirit imprisoned within the blade, cursed to exist beyond time. As Tobias promises to return and learn more, Siegfried is left alone in the dark once again, grappling with the questions that haunt him. Why was he sealed within this weapon? Was this his punishment for failing to protect his king? And if the world has forgotten The Ten Nameless Oaths… what else has been lost to history? With destiny pulling them together, Tobias and Siegfried are about to uncover truths that could reshape the world—and awaken forces that should have remained buried.

[Simulation shall commence.] On this fateful day, the world was stunned by the appearance of ancient animals that were supposed to have gone extinct for millions of years. Huge sinkholes appeared in every corner of the world, becoming a tunnel for the ancient animals to emerge to the surface. Humans have found an answer to one of the biggest mysteries in human history. Hollow Earth is real. Here, humans will wrest their lives to explore this new world that has existed for thousands, if not millions, of years underneath them. Before the start of his exploration, Clovis came across a place called ‘Another World Mall.’ Dwarven Sword, Magical Elven Clothes, or Giant Race Toy? Everything can be found in this ‘Another World Mall.’ As an aspiring Subterranean Explorer, how would he utilize this ‘Another World Mall’ to become the greatest explorer of all time and find the truth about the simulation?

Estella grew up surrounded by love, cherished by her parents and sheltered from the darkness of the world. But everything shattered the day Victor, her father’s trusted friend, betrayed him. Her father was slain, and her mother, once a strong and loving woman, lost the will to live. Broken and hollow, Estella could only watch helplessly as her mother took her own life, leaving her utterly alone. At first, despair consumed her, and she saw no reason to keep going. But when her wolf stirred within her, whispering of vengeance, a new fire ignited in her heart. She would not die a victim. She would live—for revenge. With newfound determination, Estella escaped captivity, evading the demon wolves that had once hunted her. Her path led her to Crassus, a formidable alpha who had risen to power at a young age after his father perished in battle against the demon wolves. Though his youth made others question his rule, his sheer strength and his mother’s wit silenced all opposition. Fate wove their destinies together, binding them as fated mates. But more than love, it was their shared hatred that forged them into an unstoppable force. Side by side, they vowed to eradicate the demon wolves, refusing to rest until justice was served.

The Priest of Hollow Hill For centuries, Salvatore Vernoux has existed in the shadows—once a feared warlord, now a revered priest in a quiet village. But behind his holy facade lies something far darker. His hands are stained with the blood of the past, and his influence stretches further than any villager could ever suspect. He has lived for 500 years, shaping history from behind the scenes, erasing those who uncover too much. None have ever come close to challenging him. Until Leonhardt Vale. A warrior sent to kill him. A man with nothing to lose. The first enemy in centuries to truly threaten Salvatore’s existence. As past and present collide, Salvatore is forced to confront the ghosts of his own making. The dead whisper his name. The past refuses to stay buried. And the longer he looks into the abyss, the more it seems to be staring back. Because immortality does not mean invincibility. And the past is never truly dead.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

I am Rafayel Lior Dowan—a name that once echoed in a hospital room where I spent my life trapped by illness. Each day felt the same, a dull cycle of pain and longing. I watched as others lived freely, while I remained stuck in bed, dependent on machines. My heart grew bitter as I cursed the god who allowed my suffering. In a moment of desperation, I demanded justice, and the god answered my curse—my life support failed during a power outage, and I slipped away into darkness. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange, beautiful realm filled with swirling colors and bright lights. Before me stood a goddess, radiant yet intimidating. With a voice like thunder, she gave me incredible powers but took away all my memories. My past, my pain, my very identity—gone in an instant. I was to be a god, but a god without a soul. As she cast me into the void, the weight of my new existence pressed down on me. Even though I had divine abilities, I felt empty inside. I was a puppet in a game I didn’t choose. Yet, deep within, a spark of defiance ignited. The goddess may have erased my memories, but she could not snuff out my desire for revenge. In this new world, I wielded power beyond imagination. I could shape reality, control elements, and influence the lives of mortals. But I felt like a hollow shell, drifting through a beautiful yet chaotic landscape. With each act of creation, pieces of my former self began to emerge—a shared laugh, a shed tear, a lost love. The goddess had underestimated the strength of the human spirit. Determined to reclaim my past, I set out on a quest. Along the way, I met friends and foes, each encounter revealing bits of my life. I began to uncover the truth about the goddess—a being who thrived on the suffering of others, a manipulator who enjoyed the chaos she created. With each memory I regained, my resolve grew stronger. I would not be a pawn in her game; I would become the master of my destiny. The goddess may have thrown me into darkness, but I would rise as a powerful force. The day would come when I would confront her, not as the lost soul she made, but as the god I was meant to be. And on that day, she would truly understand the meaning of revenge.

In Blackwood Hollow, secrets don’t stay buried. When Elena Carter meets the enigmatic Leon Blackwell, she senses something wrong about him. The town whispers his name, the house trembles in his presence, and a forgotten grave waits beneath her feet. Some pasts should remain hidden. Some monsters should not be trusted. But Leon is the only one who can protect her—from something far worse.

He once dreamed of becoming the strongest a warrior powerful enough to protect the ones he loved. But fate was cruel. One by one, he lost everything: his family, his friends, his mentor, and the girl who promised to stand by his side. Yet he kept pushing forward, chasing strength until he finally reached the top. But by then… there was nothing left. Now, he lives like a machine completing quests, collecting rewards, and waiting for the day something strong enough will finally end his life. He doesn't cry. He doesn't smile. He doesn't hope. Until one day, he witnesses a young boy protecting his childhood friend from an A-rank monster. Something in him stirs a faint, long-forgotten urge to protect. For the first time in years, he feels something… and it terrifies him. But was it just a flicker? Or could this moment finally crack his hollow shell?

"They say power corrupts... but what if corruption was the price of power?" Lucian never sought power—he only wanted to save his grandfather. But when he inherits the Book of Envy, a cursed tome that grants desires at a terrible cost, he is thrown into a world where the strong devour the weak. To master the book, he must train under Veyren, the twisted holder of the Book of Lost. Along the way, he meets Kael, a skilled swordsman with the Book of Blades—a boy whose abilities Lucian secretly covets. Betrayal, obsession, and an unstoppable hunger for strength drive Lucian down a path of no return. But what happens when he faces a power too great to steal? A dark fantasy tale of ambition, sacrifice, and the descent into power.