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Asuka X Lili

Logout X Life

» [SYNOPSIS]: Loading... » [ERROR]: Corrupted / Error... » [SALVAGING]: In 3... 2... 1... A nameless player has been stuck in the same world for an unknown length of time. The system forbids him from logging out, even debuffing him without mercy for his repeated attempts. He failed two cycles and was about to fail his third. On the character 'Daedalus', it was supposed to be a no-death run—but that proved impossible, as the save file 'Daedalus' was corrupted upon dying at the Celestial Tower of Babel's peak, compromising his future cycle. As a consequence of his failure, in his fourth cycle he wasn't allowed to make a new custom character. Instead, the rogue AI-tier system picked an already pre-existing one to transmigrate into. His new body proved to be a lot weaker. Not only that, his memory has missing gaps in it, as the tier system tried its best to stitch together his original self as best as it could from the corrupted fragments. But before the character 'Daedalus' died, he was given a privilege: a 1,000-word allocation budget across 20 different tags encompassing various themes—Love, Hate, etc. This 1.000-word budget is immune to memory corruption. Each Tag, along with its assigned words, grants a buff or debuff based on how high or low his sanity level. Now, it is up to the player to decide how to spend his 1K word budget on five selected tags. He won’t remember what he picked, but they will be revealed to him as he grows stronger in his new cycle. A cycle… in a far weaker body. Trying not to let his Sanity drop below the threshold. » [SYSTEM]: Synopsis End...
16miracle · 1.2K Views

The Legend of the Immortal Lily

This story told through the lens of Ariela (Ari) Romo, a duke's daughter who learns she has healing magic. She is excited for this news, but doesn't realize that because of this she will be put in a forced engagement with the crown prince to serve as his own personal med-kit... AT AGE 8! Ariela spends the rest of her childhood preparing to become the perfect queen by day and preparing her escape at night. She plans a fake kidnapping right before her coming-of-age ceremony to trick the crown prince into thinking she was actually kidnapped. Thus, giving her more time so she can run the way she desires with the help of the high priest. She sheds her long hair and wears a glamour ring, changing her hair color, disguised as a male priest named Ari, healing commoners who can't afford healthcare. She stumbles upon a beautiful, dark-skinned succubus early in her journey, and feelings emerge between the two. This beautiful, dark succubus turns out to be the demon princess, Lysara Nocturae, and she and Ari come to an agreement. Ari would escort her safely back to Patala, her homeland and Ari would heal her people as needed while offering Ari asylum from the crown prince. Their journey is anything but smooth sailing with many hurdles getting in their way. ***Warning: This story has a close-call sexual assault scene that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Read at your own discretion*** ***Feel free to reach out to me on Discord under the same pseudonym Tatt3d_Violet. I do request that there be no flirting in my DMs since I am very happily married. If you would like to talk lesbian smut or talk concept ideas about my works, my inbox is always open.***
Tatt3d_Violet · 12.6K Views

Diana: Rebirth of a Lilie

They said she died peacefully. That's what they always say, don't they? When someone slips away in a hospital bed - when the machines stop beeping, and the room goes quiet except for the sigh of grief no one dares to release. Peaceful. Like death is ever kind. I was five. Too young to understand why my mother wasn't waking up. Too small to make sense of the nurses whispering in the hallway or the way they looked at me, like I was already a problem they didn't know how to solve. Her name was Rebecca. She was twenty-five. And her blood betrayed her. They said it was cancer. Aggressive. Silent. A thief in the bloodstream. By the time they caught it, it had already taken everything. I was all she had. And when she left, I had no one. No father. No family. Just a name I couldn't pronounce, and a world I didn't belong to. The system chewed me up und spat me out. Foster homes. Group homes. Back and forth like a package No one ordered. Smiles that didn't last. Promises that broke before they were even spoken. Every time someone tried to "fix" me, I'd break first, make sure they knew I was no one's charity case. No one's second chance. Eventually they stopped trying. I got older. Quieter. I stopped waiting to be rescued and started fighting instead. Literally. Underground rings don't ask for backstories. Just fists. Blood. And that, at least, I could give them. Then one night, seventeen years into this messy life, someone knocked on my door. A stranger. Two of them, actually. His name was Marcello Mariano, a man I'd only ever heard of in headlines. CEO. Businessman. Untouchable. I knew his face from magazines. I knew his name from rumors. But I didn't know why he'd come for me. Or what kind of danger was following him. All I knew was that everything I thought I knew about my life... Was a lie. And now the weight I never asked for is trying to pull me under. But I won't drown. Not again.
Lilies206 · 3.5K Views
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