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The Mech Touch

After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!" --Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server! https://discord.gg/APB5KCU --Follow my Instagram and Twitter! https://www.instagram.com/mlduong https://twitter.com/MLDuong --Cover Art by Derek-Paul Carll (carlldpn) --The Mech Touch is an original webnovel written by ML "Exlor" Duong. The Mech Touch is mainly published on Webnovel.com and a select few platforms affiliated with the parent company of this website.
Exlor · 53.4M Views

Mated To The Dead Prince

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.
Rosegold_n · 92.5K Views

Klas

**Topic: The Relationship Between Werewolves and Environmental Conservation** Ah, werewolves! Those majestic creatures that shake their furry selves on full moon nights, while humanity suspects that the real global crisis is not global warming, but rather the amount of screams echoing in the forests. If you think saving the planet is a difficult task, try adding a pack of werewolves to the equation and watch the magic happen! It's as if Gaia's army of good decided to use the "Help Thy Neighbor or Get Their Heads Roughly" methodology. Werewolves are, without a doubt, the pinnacle of evolution, if you consider that evolution got so bored that it decided to spice it up with fur, sharp claws and the ability to demand respect while biting the face of the guy who was cutting down the tree. We can compare them to those environmental activists who, after a good cup of organic coffee, put on a "Save the Turtle" t-shirt and think they're ready to face a tractor. The difference? The werewolves will probably snarl at the tractor and, with an immortal attack, transform the machinery into an elegant deer statuette. If you think condominium meetings are unbearable, try to imagine werewolves arguing about paper waste at their full moon celebration rituals. They gather with an intellectual tone, like a group of distinguished philosophers discussing whether Jesus’ sandals were vegan. “Oh, sure, the conscious use of recycled paper is important, but have you ever thought about the environmental impact of tearing a logger’s face off with your own teeth?” A debate of ideas that would make Aristotle cry tears of joy, while the earth trembles in terror. And let’s not forget the nostalgic side of the issue: these creatures are actually the answer you didn’t know you needed to your endangered plant problem. Want to give them a “don’t touch my forest” kind of protection? Is there anything more effective than a werewolf that will make you never look at the forest the same way again – let alone go into it to collect mushrooms? Why bother with all this “#LoveMySpoiledPets” hashtagging when you can just adopt a werewolf and laugh at the ninjas of destruction trying to threaten your pack? In conclusion, the real lesson we can learn from werewolves is that when it comes to the survival of the planet, it’s better to risk a few sharp teeth and an extra dose of anger than to sit on the couch watching a documentary about how turtles are having it harder than a marathon runner in an obstacle course. So the next time you hear a howl in the moonlight, remember: it’s just a werewolf concerned about the environment, wondering where the last tree he loved to mark his territory went! Which, by the way, is a fantastic metaphor for our fight against planetary destruction: that, just like a werewolf, we must be fierce, hairy, and willing to rip the face off anyone who dares to threaten the living Earth!
SuokTV · 2.2K Views

Epic of Vampire: The Crippled Vampire Prince Is Actually The Strongest

Have you ever wished to live your life in a different world? To forget everything in your life and escape into your own Fantasy Story? To not just have an Avatar that just appears and does things, but to act as an actual person within this world, with their own family, friends, background, and jobs? Fantasy Story Online, the latest VRMMORPG experience, promised an incredibly immersive virtual reality experience, giving any player the ability to create an entire background for their character. A new family, a new home, a new life, and a new story. With its unique approach to virtual reality, making it seem as if your character itself was truly reincarnated inside a fantasy world, the entire industry of videogames was sent into a storm. Enter Paul, a young man in his nineteens, just entering the second year of college and getting ready to dive into this fantastical game, eager to have a better year at college after working out and gaining some more self-confidence. The thing is, he has social anxiety, and he’s having a really hard time socializing. Until he met Chris, perhaps his first friend in college, a slightly bratty tomgirl that only wants to poke fun at his social awkwardness, but that is his only hope to learn how to socialize. And perhaps to learn what love is. When these two souls find themselves inside the Realm of Eternal Night, Obscuritas, as both a Crippled Vampire Prince and a Half-Incubus, they will have to work together to navigate their new second lives in this virtual fantasy world full of Evil Gods, Demons, and the invasions of Eldritch monstrosities every Saturday night. Yet Fantasy Story Online is a fair game, where it gives a Flaw, it also offers a Trait, and after learning that their characters have become the reincarnations of the Heavenly Demon and the Heavenly Emperor, who once battled inside the ancient Realm of Murim, things are bound to become crazy and break every conception of what this game even was about to the other Players. How will Paul deal with the harsh, ruthless politics of the Imperial Vampire Family? And how will Chris survive this harsh world as a being who must drain the life force of others to sustain himself? And will Paul ever survive Chris' shenanigans? Who knows? Maybe even the most unlikely pair will end up becoming the only hope for this war-thorn Realm!   Dive deep into this mix of Virtual Reality, Action, LitRPG x Cultivation Progression, Comedy, and Romance, which I’m sure will be fun as long as you read with an open mind. It has all the things you love about LitRPG, Virtual Reality, and also Romance and Comedy sprinkled into it to make it an absolutely unique experience, especially in the nowadays saturated LitRPG genre.urated LitRPG genre.
PancakesWitch · 258.3K Views

FATES UNBOUND

Settings: • The Crimson Court: A grand castle filled with secrets, where Olivia resides as the villainess fiancée of Austin, the Duke’s heir. • The Threads of Eternity: A mystical realm where the "Weaver of Fates" resides, controlling the multiverse. • The Hall of Mirrors: A hidden archive containing reflections of all the timelines Olivia has existed in, showing her repeated deaths. • The Fractured Horizon: A collapsing fragment of the multiverse Olivia's survival has affected, where reality itself starts to fray. Blurb: Transmigrated into the body of Olivia Fairmont, a despised villainess destined to die, she finds herself in a timeline unlike any other. Her fiancé, Austin, fiercely protects her; her brothers, Paul and Tom, refuse to abandon her; and her adopted sister treats her with warmth. Determined to understand why her fate has changed, Olivia uncovers evidence of her countless deaths across timelines. As the multiverse begins to unravel, Olivia learns a horrifying truth: her survival may doom existence itself. Can she rewrite her cursed destiny without sacrificing those she’s grown to love? Exposition: Olivia wakes up in a timeline where everything feels…off. Unlike the villainess life she remembers from her past transmigration experiences, she is loved and cared for by her family and fiancé. Uneasy, she begins to notice strange anomalies—fractures in reality, fleeting memories of deaths she shouldn’t remember, and dreams of threads being cut. Inciting Incident: She discovers the Hall of Mirrors in a forbidden wing of the castle and learns about her deaths across hundreds of timelines. There, she also finds evidence that her survival in this timeline is destabilizing the multiverse. A mysterious entity, the Weaver of Fates, warns her that the timeline must be corrected to restore balance, meaning her death is inevitable. Rising Action: • Olivia begins to investigate the anomaly causing her survival, suspecting Austin, who acts strangely whenever she questions their engagement. • She discovers that her brothers and even her adopted sister are working to protect her, but they seem to be hiding something. • In the Threads of Eternity, Olivia learns a shocking truth: her original soul was the first Weaver of Fates. Her essence split into countless fragments to maintain order in the multiverse, and her survival threatens that delicate balance. • She realizes Austin has been trying to save her across timelines, defying the Weaver’s rules, which explains his unusually strong attachment. Climax: In the Fractured Horizon, Olivia confronts the Weaver, demanding to know why her soul was condemned to endless suffering. The Weaver reveals that her original self chose this role to protect the multiverse. However, her survival in this timeline is creating a ripple effect that could cause irreparable damage. Olivia faces a choice: 1. Sacrifice herself to restore balance and save existence. 2. Fight against the Weaver’s control, risking multiverse collapse to forge her own destiny. Denouement: The resolution depends on Olivia’s choice: 1. Sacrifice Ending: Olivia dies, but her loved ones remember her sacrifice and the multiverse stabilizes. Her essence becomes part of the Weaver once again, but her story inspires change in the rules governing fate. 2. Rebellion Ending: Olivia manages to break free of the Weaver’s control, creating a new multiverse where free will trumps predestination. However, the cost is high—she loses Austin, or the new multiverse becomes fragile, requiring constant vigilance. 3. Bittersweet Ending: Olivia strikes a bargain with the Weaver, surviving at the cost of forgetting her loved ones. She lives on in a new timeline but with no memory of the bonds she formed.
Daoistbe6FPX · 1.8K Views

Life Of A Nobody - as a Villain

This is the tale of an average nobody, who after his death got transmigrated in a new world. The memories of his average life flashed before his eyes, as he found nothing that was noteworthy about him. So in this new world should he try to change that, should he wish to be supreme, rise to the peak or to rule the heavens, but he's too lazy for that. "And how come all the names are so familiar. Don't tell me, am I in that novel?" Soon after waking up he realised this world was based upon the very first novel he read years ago. At first he felt happy that finally something unexpected happened in his life. But that happiness was short lived as he remembered the plot of the book and the crisis that was coming for the world. If that wasn't enough he was living in the body of Rio Raven Blake - avatar of Nyx. Known by his other names like The last dark spawn, The first fallen or The infamous Devil. In a world brimming with dungeons, towers, Gods, Demons, monsters and magic - our MC finds himself trapped in the body of the last villain. "I don't care about the novel plot, I'll just ignore it, and live my life peacefully." At least that was his plan, until he heard a voice in his head , that he's been waiting for all this time. [DING] [TING] [TIDING] [DID YOU MISS ME??? ] 'The great villain system, what a funny name.' You can earn points by ruining the plotlines, and can get whatever you want. Let me see, I'm a master at messing things up. [What, someone is going to do a prophecy that I will become the villain after growing up - kill him while he's still a kid.] [what, this potion was made for the protagonist and the alchemist heroine - I'll take it with me.] [ohh you're the one who saves the protagonist when he was about to die - go to prison, you traitor.] [wait, you have a sister. but she is sick and needs help - here take this potion and work for me.] Got a money making slave for life. [What, my parents are fixing my engagement with the princess, who's also a main heroine, but will betray me later and help everyone kill me - Humph...just you wait...] Once the plot started many years later, at the academy entrance exam. Protagonist was shining brightly, breaking all records, taking first rank, but no one was talking about him. As the news came out that the genius of humanity Rio Blake, will be joining the academy too. Not only mortals, even Gods and Demons were surprised at this sudden development too. {Nyx nods at her believers achievements} {Odin says you've grown a lot} {Gauri/Kali challenges you to fight her believer} {Jesus prays for your souls redemption} {Anubis awaits your enemies doom} {Lucifer writes down your lines, as you take on the Devil persona} The protagonist just stared at the guy who took all the limelight from him, but his surprise turned to shock, when his sister ran and hugged the man, while crying her eyes out, saying she missed him and she was sorry. "What is happening? Who is he? {Apollo curses...} ## -- A/N - 1) NO HAREM. (I believe in soulmate love 2) MC doesn't care about right, wrong, good, evil - as long as he gets what he want, he'll do it. 3) He hates the so called righteous hypocrites, so don't think he'll be friends with protagonist. 4) MC is serious when it comes to relationships, so don't expect any kind of pokemon collection harem. 5) MC hates the plot, so he'll ruin it. Do not expect him to follow it or him trying to keep it same as written. 6) I don't like hiding my strength tropes, so not happening. He will be OP, and a badass. ## -- Join my discord for character arts and discussions https://discord.gg/zFTJsYP7kM DevilDarkness#0506
DevilDarkness · 2.1M Views

A Love Written In The Stars

In a world where power is claimed by bloodlines and politics, Meiying, a fierce and skilled warrior, returns home after years of hidden training to find her family gone and her homeland in ruins. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she saves Prince Cheng during a deadly ambush. Unbeknownst to her, this act binds her fate to his, revealing a powerful, untapped secret within herself—the rare ability to manipulate life force, a gift once wielded by the protectors of the throne. But as the Emperor’s desperate deal with a demon curses Cheng’s life and the empire’s stability, Meiying finds herself entangled in a battle far larger than personal revenge. With dark forces and political conspiracies threatening to destroy everything, Meiying must come to terms with her newfound powers and decide where her loyalty lies. Can Meiying, a warrior defined by strength become the key to breaking the curse and saving an empire in peril? As the prince fights for his destiny, will her path of vengeance lead to destruction—or will it be the salvation they both need? ——— Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened as a palace guard called for me from the other side, but I ignored it. Mei, on the other hand, began pushing me away in a panic. "Cheng, let go," she said, struggling in my arms. "Can't you hear him? What if he comes in and sees us like this?" "I don't care," I replied, my lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you forgive me, that's all I need. I won't let go until you do." I knew I was taking a risk, a huge one, if we were seen like this, there would be consequences. But losing Mei would be the bigger risk, the one I couldn't take. I couldn't let her slip away. "I just need to hear you forgive me, mei. That's all I need right now." The guard knocked again, calling my name, and Mei struggled harder. "Cheng, please," she said, her voice cracking under the strain. But I didn't budge. Finally she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you." "I forgive you, you crazy jerk." "You really mean that?" I asked, my voice barely audible. She nodded, exasperated, and only then did I release her. Just as I did, the door swung open, and I barely had time to step back before the palace guard entered, the guard rushed in, his face pale with worry. It was a close call. too close, but I didn't care. Mei flinched at the intrusion, but quickly composed herself, stepping away from me to a more respectable distance. The guard, wide-eyed and clearly flustered, fell to his knees in a bow. "My deepest apologies, Your Highness. I called for you several times but received no reply. I entered out of concern, fearing the worst." I glanced at Mei, but she wouldn't meet my eyes. She simply gave the guard one last look and walked out, leaving the room without a word. I let out a long, exhausted sigh, running a hand through my hair, still reeling from everything that had just happened. Turning back to the guard, I motioned for him to stand. "Get up" "And next time, don't enter my room without permission." ———— Author’s Note (Rong King) This story is a work of fiction, entirely created from my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. I have made every effort to craft a compelling narrative, but I acknowledge that some scenes or details may be inaccurate or unintentionally offensive. For this, I sincerely apologize. My intention is to entertain and inspire, not to harm or misrepresent. Thank you for your understanding. As we journey together through this story, my greatest hope is that our lives reflects God’s love and truth in all we do. I put my faith in Jesus Christ, who gave His life for me, and it’s my prayer that His grace and mercy touch each of us. Thank you for being part of this. May God bless you abundantly!
RongKing · 34.6K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 2.9K Views

LOVE LUST AND LUXURY

“LOVE IS FOR THE WEAK“ she now believes. Bella finally managed to bring her long term relationship to an end after catching her soul mate in bed with another stranger. *********** i was … I wanted to just believe it was an imagination, but as much as I wanted for it to be it wasn’t. I’ve been standing here for over a minute now and they both still didn’t know i was there. Watching the love of my life passionately digging into another girl… I can’t even remember the last time he made love to me like this. ****** You bastard !! I raised my voice making the two lovers shriek at the same time. “Jesus” Ryan exclaimed jumping off the girl he was digging in like, she was a repulsive force. “Oh now you believe in Jesus?” oh my God bell it’s not what you think I swear he said drawing close to me immediately I wanted to discriminate and shout at him but the voices… the words hung in my throat. I just had one question on my mind. “why?” ***** ..._I know you might think me heartless for doing this, Bella ... but you also have to be considerate. I'm just a man, driven by my own desires and needs... I crave a fresh start, a new chapter in my life... and we both know our relationship was never more than a fleeting indulgence, a pleasure-driven fantasy. “I want a fresh start”. ********* A guy Bella had dedicated a good amount of her life time to… left because he wanted… “a fresh start?” well now from a angelic lady who believed in love over everything to a cold hearted woman with a determined urge for self transformation generally. Bella chases wealth and power being what she was dumped for but gets herself into games that seem bigger than her and even when left with choices she plays dirty to get what she wants.
Siplgnd777 · 7.4K Views

What Comes After?

What comes after the end? The inescapable void? A relentless darkness where hope is nothing but a distant memory? Who do you trust when you can’t even trust yourself? When the echoes of your past mistakes haunt every step, and the shadows seem to whisper your deepest fears? I asked myself these questions before and after Z-day. I ask them every waking moment, but the answers never come. They never have, and I don’t think they ever will. In a world stripped of its humanity, where survival is the only law, the truth feels like a luxury we can no longer afford. I know that those left behind are the worst of humanity—the scavengers, the betrayers, the ones who have embraced the darkness. But there are also others who fell at the last minute, those who clung to their last shreds of decency before the end swallowed them whole. Some are burdened with crimes that seem small compared to the horrors that now plague the earth, yet the punishment is the same for us all. The doctrine says that sin is sin, no matter the good intentions behind it. I guess they were right. This world is unforgiving, and it doesn’t care about the reasons that led us here. Do I hate it here? Yes, I do. Every breath I take in this poisoned air is a reminder of what we’ve lost. Do I regret being here? Of course not, because I have a sister to protect. She’s my only tether to what’s left of my humanity, my only reason to keep fighting when everything else has been reduced to ash. My name is Paul Okonkwo, and I will get her safely through this hell on earth, even if it’s the last thing I do. No matter what this broken world throws at us, no matter how deep I have to sink into the darkness, I will be the shield that keeps her safe. Because in the end, that’s all that matters—keeping her alive, keeping her safe, even if it means sacrificing what little is left of myself.
Wisdom_Okolue · 738 Views
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