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Doomsday Bunker Infirmary

Resonance of the Abyss

Junia: Arc, your brother is training dangerously, he is not just hurting himself but he is actively putting others life at risk tooooo..... Arcied: *pleading*.... I will stop his antics, please give me some time. Larrisa: Arc!!!!, your brother is being a bad influence on my people. please, stop his bullshxts before, I put his ass 6 feet under. Arcied: No!!!!! don't take such drastic steps, I will stop him. ....... Arceid: Azrael!!!! people are dying because of you. Does your stupid little gremlin brain, understand the word guilt? Azrael: They are dying because they are weak, it's not my fault. Arcied: You yourself are fighting creatures above your rank, do you have a death wish?? Azrael: I want to grow stronger through life and death situations. Azrael said, posing like a badass. [ He got his ass handed in previous battle:) ] Arcied: Just say your a masochist..... I will judge. Arceid, the strongest Astra — person who can harness cosmic energy, is plagued by his brother's disappearance...low and behold!!! The brother returns and he is as psychotic and mysterious as he was before. With a crimson mist changing life on a atomic level, interdimensional horrors lurking around. Can Arceid keep his sanity from his brother antics? With his brother's extreme affinity cosmic energy will he be a boon or curse for the last surviving bits of humanity?? Wait!!! there's more, a person has regressed after Earth's destined demise, they aren't your regular regressor. Their reason for regressing is not just to change the future, but something different, something innate...... _____________________________________ [NAME]: this indicates that chapter will be from the person's perspective, whose name will be in the bracket. […]: Used when the person's name is unknown. [***]: Used for chapters with third person perspective. Additional tags: multiple protagonist, horror, interstellar, doomsday, anti-hero protag, multiple power system, tragedy, slight sci-fi.... Disclaimer: I'm a new author/writer, So the starting chapters will be of relatively low quality, please endure it with me. I will change my writing style through the novel too. Another important message.... Enjoy the novel ;) [ Discontinued here: currently uploading on Royal Road.]
Fallen_Void · 8.3K Views

Awakening in The world of Gods

In a world where magic isn’t just a tool but the very fabric of existence, young Poll Nightvale is about to flip the script—and maybe the universe—on its head. Don’t let his unassuming name fool you. Poll is no background character. Behind that innocent, wide-eyed look lies a sneaky bastard with manipulation skills sharp enough to sell ice to a frost giant. Combine that with badass scientific know-how, and you’ve got someone who can outwit a council of wizards and build a mana-powered doomsday device before breakfast. When Poll awakens to his dormant mana powers, he quickly learns that magic isn’t all sparkles and fun. It’s unruly, chaotic, and dangerously addictive—kind of like him. But instead of sticking to the traditional methods, Poll decides to chart his own course, blending arcane arts with cutting-edge science to create something entirely new. Of course, this path is littered with explosive experiments, accidental genius, and more than a few plans that sound insane… until they work. Things take a dark turn when Poll stumbles upon mana corruption, a sinister force that twists and warps everything it touches. This isn’t just a challenge—it’s a world-ending catastrophe in the making. But does Poll panic? Nope. He smirks, rolls up his sleeves, and gets to work. Armed with his sharp mind, dubious charm, and a team of loyal (and occasionally exasperated) companions, he sets out to tackle the impossible. As Poll grapples with the forces of mana and his own chaotic ambitions, he learns that being a hero isn’t about playing by the rules. It’s about bending them, breaking them, and occasionally rewriting them entirely. Because when the stakes are this high, and the odds this slim, you need someone who can think outside the box—and maybe set it on fire for good measure. Join Poll Nightvale on a journey of explosive discovery, cunning schemes, and chaotic brilliance as he forges his destiny, one sneaky move at a time. In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, he’s not just a beacon of hope—he’s the unpredictable spark that sets everything into motion. "Can’t wait for the next chapter? Unlock early access and read new chapters before everyone else! Plus, join exclusive polls to shape the future of the story and enjoy behind-the-scenes content. Your support keeps this story alive and growing—be part of the journey! --> coming soon"
Ishan_ambar · 3.5K Views

Another Doomsday: Moving for Peace, Waking Up Pregnant in Apocalypse

They say life’s full of plot twists—well, Bai Xiaotong’s life is more like a plot pretzel, twisted in all the wrong places. After centuries of fighting in dungeons that suddenly descended into the Murim World, she thought she'd earned a peaceful retirement after moving to another planet. Yet, after buying a dimensional ticket to cross realms, she ends up face-to-face with an even bigger disaster. Goodbye, dungeon gates and loot drop. Welcome to a world crawling with walking deads! Where each bite turns the living into rotting husks of undead. "I bought a wayfarer item to peacefully retire in another human world, not to clean up another horde of monsters! Do I look so bored to change places just to go hunting?! I didn’t sign up for this mess—” she grumbles, dodging a zombie horde. Why does it feel like she was attracting every apocalypse in the multiverse? Where’s the peaceful world she paid millions of cosmic credits for? Wait, did she pay for a doomsday subscription instead and was auto-renewing?! Damn. How could she end up in a dumpster fire, filled with weak humans who can’t even handle brain-dead corpses in a trance? “Seriously, how does anyone lose to that?” But in reality, it’s not the monsters and weak humans that are giving her gray hairs—it’s the fact that... “AHH! Why does my stomach keep on growing? Darn, it hurts, I think it’s going to explode!” “Ow shi— did I peed myself?” No. Wait, what the hell? Someone tell her, it wasn’t her water! The apocalypse? She can handle that. But childbirth during an apocalypse? That's a whole different level of nightmare. “Hey, you can’t come out yet!” This is insane. At least wait until she figures out where’s the father, ah! --- WSA2025 Entry
Azhe_ · 5.6K Views

Across the Huron Sea: Lust For Life

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers Mira a deal: in exchange for helping him reach a hidden bunker and treating his gunshot wound, he will ensure her safety. Left with no alternative, Mira joins forces with him and soon discovers his other identity—Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey unveils old memories and exposes the conspiracy behind the upcoming election of the First World Premier, their relationship shifts from mutual suspicion to affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal histories, Mira begins to see the truth behind the villain’s mask: that darkness will always exist for the light to be enjoyed on the other side. How will she handle the danger that anchors her now? I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.
Ali_Gin · 15.5K Views

SCHELVIA CITY (2126)'BURRIED TECHNOLOGIES IN CENTURIES BLOOM'

Schelvia City: BURRIED TECHNOLOGIES IN CENTURIES BLOOM In the year 2026—or so the world believes—Schelvia City stands as a utopia for the brightest young minds, a place where students train to become the future’s elite. Governed by strict academic rankings and the Golden Children, life in the city seems orderly—until the shadows of its past and the threats from within begin to unravel its fragile peace. But the world is living a lie. The true year is 2126, and an entire century has been erased from history. The Erased Centuries, a time when technology reached its peak, were deliberately wiped from memory. No records, no remnants—only whispers of a lost era where power was boundless and knowledge dangerous. The world was reset, the calendar restarted, but some remnants of that forgotten age still exist in secret. Among them are the enigmatic Eyes of Seven—a hidden force that the highest elites believe is the key to sustaining the balance of this new world. Their existence has been obscured, their purpose unknown, but their influence lingers in the shadows, shaping events far beyond what ordinary people can perceive. Among those unknowingly entangled in this web of secrets is Yoshi Manami, the 8th-ranked Golden Child. Wielding a mysterious Vitreous that manifests as the legendary Alter Excalibur, Yoshi is both feared and admired, earning the title "Artoria’s Shadow." But beneath his cold exterior lies a tangled past—his former best friend, Kaito Yamazaki, now linked to the underground rebellion of the Hancer movement; his childhood friend, Mieruko Miraileze, whose obsession hides unsettling truths; and an unknown sister, raised in secrecy. As Schelvia City faces escalating dangers, the long-dormant ZESTROPEDIAN units descend from the skies, machines that once promised Earth’s salvation but instead became its executioners. Meanwhile, the Bunker faction corrupts robots from within, and war threatens to consume the city. But all of these conflicts may be mere echoes of something far greater. The Eyes of Seven, erased along with the lost century, are awakening. The number 11, a symbol that no longer exists, may hold the answers. And Yoshi—whether by fate or design—is at the heart of it all. With war brewing both inside and outside the city, Yoshi must confront his past, unravel the secrets hidden in the Erased Centuries, and decide where his loyalties lie. Will he protect the city that shaped him, or embrace the chaos that threatens to consume it? 'All cycle in this world shall has it's own ends'
_KxE_ · 4.9K Views

Doomsday Elevator

The elevator stank of burnt wiring and adrenal sweat. Lucas Hayes came to consciousness with his cheek pressed against cold steel, the floor vibrating with the machine's perpetual ascent. A cracked display panel flickered: DAY 9 | SAFETY DURATION 00:03:44. Three warped tones echoed as the system imprinted directly onto his retinas: [Precognitive Matrix Activated] [Sector Transition Imminent] His vision fractured into augmented reality overlays. Bloodshot eyes darted between floating diagnostics: [Destination: Floor 248] Threat Classification: Standard Biohazards (Homo corruptus) x20 Recommended Arsenal: Bladed weapons (76% efficacy) Reward Manifest: Silver Cache (Full eradication required) Lucas gripped the shock-baton strapped to his thigh, its ceramic surface still smeared with luminescent fungal spores from yesterday's skirmish. The elevator's speakers emitted a decaying piano chord as new text scrolled through static: [Destination: Floor 249] Containment Unit: Obsidian Reliquary (SCP-XXXX Variant) Threat Level: White (Placid) His boot tapped rhythm against the floor where Natalie Evans had bled out seven cycles ago. The memory played in crystal clarity - her screams syncing perfectly with the elevator's current pitch-shifted rendition of Clair de Lune. [Destination: Floor 250] Entity Designation: Noctis lamia (Cognitive Hazard Class C)* Survival Probability: 41.2±18% The control panel erupted in fractal patterns as reality glitched. Lucas glimpsed William Carter's skeleton key lodged in the emergency brake slot - the same key that had melted through three layers of Kevlar when its owner died. "Beta protocol. Always beta." He smashed blood-crusted knuckles against the floor selector. The elevator screamed in harmonic resonance as it deviated from its programmed path.
DaoistfRF8HJ · 7.6K Views
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