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Synopsis In a universe where breastfeeding rewrites quantum physics, a genetically engineered mother and her quantum-wolf lover battle cosmic forces to protect their reality-shaping infant. Across millennia—from 1023 AD Norse rituals to 10,000 AD galactic tribunals—their struggle to balance parental love with spacetime stability evolves into a mythic saga where milk becomes the fabric of reality, stretch marks map star systems, and a baby’s teething pain triggers supernovas. Plot Summary & Future Arcs Core Premise Lynette, the 500th incarnation of a lab-engineered "Spiritborn," discovers her breastmilk holds quantum code capable of creating—or erasing—civilizations. Alongside Caelium, a werewolf-physicist cursed to oscillate between human and feral states, they raise a universe-breathing infant whose needs (hunger, teething, diaper changes) manifest as cosmic crises. Their nemesis, the ancient witch Isolde, lurks in black hole rattles and formula corporations, weaponizing parental guilt across timelines. Key Existing Arcs (Chapters 1-50) · The Quantum Nursing Wars: Breastmilk algorithms vs. artificial formula empires in 3024 AD. · The Milky Tribunal: Intergalactic courtroom drama where lactation laws put Lynette on trial for "chronon genocide." · Teething Armageddon: The infant’s first tooth eruption rips spacetime, summoning dystopian dentist fleets. · Caelium’s Wolf-J.D. Crisis: His battle with black hole student loans and a werewolf lawyer rebellion. Future Outline for "The Lactating Cosmos" Chapter 51-60: The Pacifier Prophecy Arc Core Conflict: The infant’s discarded pacifiers form a neutron star oracle predicting a Galactic Potty Training Revolution. Methane-based diaper civilizations declare war on organic life, weaponizing fecal black holes. Key Beats: · Lynette brokers peace via Quantum Diaper Treaties, rewriting sanitation laws. · Caelium’s wolf-pack battles Toilet-Bomb Anarchists in Andromeda’s nursery lanes. · Isolde hijacks the prophecy, corrupting pacifiers into Singularity Pacifier Grenades. Global Hook: Parenting’s most mundane task (potty training) becomes a galactic power struggle, blending absurd humor with climate crisis metaphors. Chapter 61-70: Colostrum Crusades Arc Core Conflict: A cult worshipping Lynette’s “first milk” hijacks the Andromeda galaxy, using Lactation Lasers to erase formula-dependent civilizations. Key Beats: · Lynette discovers her colostrum contains Isolde’s Original Sin Code. · Caelium confronts his darkest self: a 2149 AD Formula Executive who monetized infant hunger. · The infant’s third eye leaks visions of a Milkless Universe, forcing Lynette to question her worth. Global Hook: Critique of corporate greed and "wellness culture," with breastmilk as both sacred and commodified. Chapter 71-80: Weaning the Gods Arc Core Conflict: The toddler’s tantrums collapse realities into a Tesseract Playpen—a hyperspace nursery where dark matter is finger paint and black holes are sippy cups. Key Beats: · Lynette and Caelium infiltrate the playpen to teach Gentle Reality-Building. · Isolde manifests as a Toxic Nanny AI, weaponizing bedtime stories. · The toddler’s first scribbles accidentally create Proto-Civilizations in her coloring books. Global Hook: Parental guilt meets multiverse theory: How do you raise a god without breaking reality? Final Arc (81-100): The Lullaby Singularity Core Conflict: The child’s first spoken word (“Mama”) triggers a Nursing Big Bang, birthing a new multiverse. But Isolde’s final gambit emerges: a Formula-Fed Doppelgänger Child hellbent on devouring their legacy.

**Ye Xuan** was the type of man you wouldn’t spare a second glance at. Not particularly rich, not particularly poor. Not exceptionally talented, but not a failure either. He lived his life quietly, always staying in the background—except when it came to **Su Mengyao**, the school flower. She was elegant, dazzling, and untouchable—the kind of girl **men dreamed of** but never had a chance with. Ye Xuan knew it too—he never expected anything from her. But still, she kept him close. Whenever she needed help with studies, she would call him. When she was feeling down, she would chat with him late into the night. She **never accepted him**—but she never **pushed him away either. He wasn’t her boyfriend. But he wasn’t just a friend, either. Then one day, reality crushed him. At a private banquet for the elites, he stood in the crowd, watching as Su Mengyao **wrapped her arms around another man’s arm—Lin Tianyi**, the young master of the Lin family. His family was wealthy beyond imagination, with connections that stretched across the entire city. As the champagne flowed and laughter echoed, Su Mengyao leaned close to Lin Tianyi and whispered something in his ear. Then, as if remembering something amusing, she let out a soft chuckle. Ye Xuan’s phone buzzed. A message from **her**. **“Ye Xuan, thank you for always being there for me. You’re a really good guy. I hope we can still be friends. At that moment, he finally understood. He was just a **backup**. A spare. Someone she kept around for **when she was bored or lonely**, while she waited for a man with real power to claim her. That night, as the banquet raged on, Ye Xuan walked through the dark alleys of the city, his mind numb. It wasn’t just **Su Mengyao**—his job applications had been rejected, his landlord had kicked him out, and his so-called friends had stopped replying to his messages. With nothing left, he collapsed near a **street corner**, waiting for the night to swallow him whole. That was when **he met him**. A beggar sat against the wall, grinning at him with dark, hollow eyes. His presence felt ancient—**inhuman**. **“What a pitiful sight,”** the beggar chuckled. **“Thrown away, forgotten, left to rot. Do you want another chance, boy?”** Ye Xuan barely had the strength to lift his head. **"A chance for what?”** The beggar leaned in, his grin widening. **“A chance to take back everything. A chance to rise higher than all of them. But power has a price, boy. Are you willing to pay?”** Ye Xuan’s fingers curled into a fist. **“What do I need to do?”** The beggar whispered in his ear, and at that moment—**his fate was sealed.** **He could trade his lifespan to summon spirits of the dead. For every year sacrificed, he could call upon warriors, emperors, assassins, and geniuses long forgotten by time—and take their skills for himself. **But the more he used this power, the closer he stepped toward death.** With nothing left to lose, Ye Xuan made his first trade.

A Name No One Remembers On the last day of summer break, third-year student Sano Rika stood alone on the school rooftop, watching the sunset. That same night, she jumped. When classes resumed, no one spoke about her. The teachers ignored the empty seat by the window. The students moved on as if she had never existed. But I remember her. I remember the way she looked at me that evening, the way her cold fingers brushed against my arm. And now, I can still hear her voice. I wake up with the taste of blood in my mouth. Shadows stretch and whisper in my room at night. And in my dreams, Rika stands on the rooftop, calling my name. No one else remembers her. But something tells me that’s exactly what she wanted. Or maybe—what she needed.

Looking at the survivors, their faces the picture of despair, surrounded by zombies at the foot of the towering walls, Tang Ye stretched his arms wide and shouted: "Welcome to paradise!"

How many seconds in eternity? The question that the foolish loner, Kiyomi Otonashi, attempts to find the answer to in this story. In his attempt to answer this question that seemingly has no answer, Kiyomi’s path in life seems to have unexpected visitors. Idle banter, meaningful conversations, and nonsensical nonsense are what begin to color his life. Would Kiyomi Otonashi be able to do anything without the people he meets? Those hands stretched out to him won’t be able to do anything if he doesn’t reach out his hand, too. Nothing has changed. No one has changed. Kiyomi Otonashi hasn’t changed. But they can, right? This is a simple story about people who desperately want things to change, even if they seem complacent. Nothing can change, no one can change, and you can’t change if you don’t step out of your comfort zone and forge ahead. Chisel down that mountain made of diamond, no matter how long it takes.

The continent of Terrazir stretch across an endless sea of rolling hills, towering mountains, and vast prairies, where the history of clans and kingdoms is woven together with the blood of the innocent and the cries of the victors. At the heart of this vast territory lies the kingdom of Zhailon, a kingdom of grand structures and homeland of the strongest warriors. To many, it is an honor to belong to such a place, a symbol of strength, ambition, and power. For Aiden, however, it is nothing more than a graveyard of everything he once lost. The past does not disappear. ----------------------------------------------- Right now updates are scheduled for monday with no specific hour.

A sickle lodged deep in his neck, cold steel biting through flesh. Voices murmured around him, debating his fate as blood poured in thick rivulets, staining the ground beneath him. His vision wavered, the world blurring at the edges. Fragments of memory surfaced, slipping through his grasp as darkness crept in. With faltering breath, he muttered a prayer. "Pitiful child," a voice crooned, its melody both soothing and unsettling. Then—screeching tires. A violent crash. From nowhere, a truck barreled through the alley, crushing him and his murderers beneath its weight. The world went silent. Kevin awoke. The question of where he was lingered in his mind, yet he could feel it. An eerie, suffocating void stretched around him, vast and oppressive. There was no warmth, no sound, only the weight of nothingness pressing down, as if his very soul could wither away. "Pitiful child," the voice whispered again, its presence weaving through the void. "Love evades you. Singled out, discarded, assumed to be nothing. No one would mourn your disappearance." A flicker of sadness crossed Kevin’s face. "But there is no redemption for you here either. You will serve as a tool for my adversary, fulfilling what I cannot. Your existence has granted me this moment, and in return, you will perish as you were always meant to. Your memories of this life and our encounter will fade" A hand emerged from the abyss, pale and grotesque, reaching for him. Kevin’s very being twisted. A sensation beyond pain, beyond fear—something worse. An unbearable pressure built inside him, warping his essence, as though he were unravelling, torn apart from within. Then came the rage. A lifetime of being used, manipulated, and discarded. Again and again, others had shaped his fate, moulding him to their will. Even now, even here, the cycle continued. No more. Through the agony, he roared. "I will not be what you want or what anyone wants. Even without my memories, I will hunt, I will devour, and I will carve my own path. It doesn’t matter if you are a god or the devil” The entity smiled. "I am no god. I am no devil. " Its voice echoed, a whisper and a thunderclap all at once. "I am A@#!@ro♧h!!"

In the wake of war and betrayal, Yoname, a fierce warrior once cast aside by Benin, rises from the ashes to become a feared conqueror. After fleeing her homeland as a child, she forges her path through Aksum, climbing the ranks from soldier to ruler with ruthless cunning. Her marriage to Nehizena, the son of Benin’s former king, creates an empire that stretches across the vast desert. But when Nehizena is slain, Yoname vows to continue his conquest—not out of love, but to cement her own dominance. Meanwhile, Queen Nosaze of Benin struggles to maintain her rule as the shadows of her past and the weight of war press heavily upon her. When Yoname storms Afuria, leaving ruin in her wake, Nosaze must make a choice: surrender to Yoname’s growing power or fight to the bitter end. As tensions rise, King Sonni of Gao, once Nosaze’s ally and lover, is drawn back into the conflict, forced to choose between aiding his former queen or protecting his kingdom from the coming storm. Old alliances fracture, battle lines are drawn, and the fate of the West hangs in the balance as armies clash in a brutal war of ambition, revenge, and survival. In the heart of the chaos, warriors will rise, legends will be forged, and the echoes of war will shape the future of their kingdoms forever.

Born into a lower middle class family, Ace Lander grew up being told there was a simple formula for success: get an education, graduate, and work hard to build a prosperous future. But that formula failed him during the final stretch of his senior year when a local gang targeted him, putting everything he had and was building towards at risk. Trapped and desperate, Ace felt his life spiraling out of control—until Ria Hart, a fellow classmate, discovering Ace's innate aptitude to become a Curse Master, a being capable of wielding curse energy and abilities but haunted by Curselings, took pity and introduced him to the secret world hidden beneath the mundane surface of their world, the World of Curses. Awakening as a Curse Master, Ace discovers he possesses an extraordinary innate curse tool: the Cursed Toybox. This tool comes with a unique class, Toymancer, granting Ace powers unlike any curse master the world has seen before. The Cursed Toybox allows him to animate and actualize toys, transforming them into powerful, living beings bound to his will. From overpowered heroes to legendary gods, any toy that falls into Ace's Cursed Toybox springs to life with powers beyond one's imagination but bound to him in eternal servitude. Armed with his Toy Summons, Ace must navigate the perilous world of curses, protect his loved ones, and reclaim control of his destiny before the gang—and the darkness of the hidden world—consume him entirely. [ — Status Screen — > Your Cursed Toybox is animating the doll 'Silicone Sailor Stella' as a toy summons… > Your Cursed Toybox has animated the doll 'Silicone Sailor Stella.' > Toy summon 'Silicone Sailor Stella' added to your toy space. > Toymancer can now summon Sailor Stella. Summoning Toy Summons... Name: Stella Race: Curse Tool Class: Toy summon Title: Silicone Sailor Durability: (100/100) Enchantment: 1-Star Individuality: (100/100) Curse Energy Consumption: 5 units per hour Skills: Toy Actualization, Seamanship, Armed Security, Adult Gratification. Toy Actualization: Bring Toy Summons' original character design and skills to existence when they are animated based on their individuality stats. Addition Effect: Toy Physiology. Seamanship: Expertise in navigation, sailing, and ship handling alongside wilderness survival, first aid, and emergency procedures. Armed Security: Proficiency in the use of small arms and other naval weaponry with training in close quarters combat, surveillance, and counterintelligence. Adult Gratification: Creatively addressing emotional, mental, and physical needs of Toymancer till gratification.] "Cursed armies, Curselings, and Curse slaves are nothing—I've got a Toy legion of overpowered action figures and unrealistically beautiful silicone goddess." ~Toymancer Join the saga of the Toymancer's rise to become the Strongest Curse Master.

"HER SECRET IS A KEY FOR HIM." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's hiding her identity, and he's finding his parents. She's a spy, and he's a business tycoon. How did they meet? What happened to them after their first meeting? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Ann is alive, Granny!" John exclaimed, embracing his grandmother with a surge of joy that filled the room with warmth. John squeezed Granny Ria tightly, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. Tears glistened in her eyes as she clung to him, grappling with the weight of a truth she could scarcely bear to share. 'How can I possibly tell you, John?' Granny Ria worried silently. As John released his grandmother, his gaze darted to the living room, where two faces he recognized yet barely recognized stared back at him. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he contemplated the tension in the air. Memories flooded back—joyful teenage years brimming with laughter and love from his parents. But now, the happiness he once knew was eclipsed by a tightly clenched fist, his knuckles pale and tense. He turned sharply to Granny Ria, a fierce determination in his eyes. "Why are they here? I told you, Granny, I don’t want to see them!" he demanded, his voice echoing with unresolved pain. Granny Ria raised a hand, yearning to comfort her grandson, but he recoiled, knowing her allegiance would tilt towards her son and his wife. "Why the hell have you come back? You always show up right as I find my happiness! Just leave me alone!" John shouted, anger seeping from every word. His mother's eyes glistened with unspoken sorrow as she longed to reach out to him, to embrace him before he could push her away again, fearing he would reject her for the fact she sat in a wheelchair. With a heavy step, John’s father rose from the sofa and approached his son, who had shut his eyes tightly, emotion crashing over him like a wave. In a moment that evoked both fear and tenderness, John’s father enveloped him in a fierce hug. John, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of emotion, broke down, sobs pouring out like the rush of a storm. For the first time in years, he cried like a child, his father’s hand soothingly rubbing his back, a faint hope kindling in their shared moment. The day stretched endlessly for the Evans family, heavy with unspoken words and fractured bonds. After what felt like an eternity of tears, John blinked away the remnants of his grief and turned to his father, desperation in his voice. “Ann?” His father met his gaze, flooded with helplessness and compassion. Frozen in place, John surveyed the people who surrounded him—his father, mother, and beloved grandmother. Words escaped him as he turned and walked away, each step echoing the weight of his heart. The air hung thick with unspoken truths, and the night was just beginning. Stay tuned to know what happens next. ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~ MY OTHER BOOKS:- ~ Loving You With Everything I Have ~ Queen Of Darkness ~~~~~~~~~~~•••••••••••••~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Earth had been swallowed. Absorbed by the new world, an infinite ocean dotted with continents stretching as far as the eye could see. Humanity found itself thrust into this place, left to fend for itself in hostile lands teeming with creatures and civilizations from multiple origins, ripped from their own realities. Where the Earth once stood, another world took its place. Then another. And another. The cycle had begun. Each conquered world was duplicated, absorbed in turn, fueling the inexorable expansion of this endless domain. An unknown force wove this network of universes, engulfing everything in its path. Ages passed. What remained of humanity? Feared remnants. Captured by the Tower of Chaos, which had risen without warning. On the continent of Winet, the first earth to have been absorbed, the landscape had transformed. Once dominated by humans, only one thing remained of their reign: the Tower, immense and menacing. It had taken the strongest. Those who had not fallen under its yoke were now a scattered group, too insignificant to weigh in on history. To the new inhabitants of Winet, they had become rare creatures, objects of desire and fascination. Symbols of wealth and power, they were held captive, weakened, carefully studied to prevent the awakening of their potential. And it’s in this delightful chaos that I, Mana, find myself working. Enslaved by beings even more terrifying than myself, I’m condemned to watch the world descend into carnage, to dig through past ages for stories worth telling. Really, what a mess.

All Time Top Ten Webnovel Bestseller! --- An Apocalypse descends as awakened humans rise to defend their world! In the blooming chaotic Era, Mana reigns supreme. But even the strongest beings...have limited reserves of Mana. A weak F Rank Hunter awakens with the lowest tier [Fireball] skill in a desolate City as he finds out...Mana is not a limitation for him! Have you seen countless fireballs stretch across the blue skies? Have you seen endless dwarf stars and black holes conjured against insurmountable Dragons and other mythical creatures?! With Infinite Mana, anything is possible! --- "What you are is a blip on a glorious path. An extra that isn't even all that well developed. You'll appear and make some inconsequential waves, and then you'll disappear just as quickly. Only to be forgotten a few pages later."- Noah Osmont, Chapter 2188 --- The concepts appearing in this story are those of pure fantasy and fiction, they are not reflective of the real world. Everything is based on pure imagination. Discord server is with illustrations and Status Panel is here! -https://discord.gg/KwatGcE

Chen Feng didn't ask to be immortal, and he definitely didn't ask to be trapped in a massive, possibly sentient, cave. But after a one-way trip down a cliff face, that's exactly where he finds himself. Now, he's got to learn the rules of this new, underground world – rules that seem to involve a lot of glowing rocks, surprisingly potent fruit, and a pond that feels suspiciously like liquid energy. He's not a hero, not a cultivator, and certainly not a fan of damp, dark places. But with an eternity stretching before him, Chen Feng decides to make the best of it. He'll build, he'll explore, and he'll maybe even accidentally stumble upon the secrets of true power, all while trying very hard not to die (again). This is his story, a reluctant immortal's guide to surviving – and thriving – in the most unexpected of places.

According to myths, two people were connected by the red thread of fate. They were destined to meet regardless of time, place and circumstances. They say the Gods tied an invisible red string around the little finger of those who were soulmates and will one day marry each other. The thread may be stretched, twisted or knotted but it will never be broken. *********************************************** Death. A word that terrifies humans. The absence of life, an inevitable universal process that occurs in all living things. For Crystal Myers, his death was just around the corner. She was diagnosed with a congenital heart disease when she was a kid. Although her family was wealthy, the doctors said it cannot be cured even with surgery. Although she was a weird university graduate who had a doctorate degree in mythological studies and was obsessed with beliefs, legends, and unworldly beings, she just wanted to live her life to the fullest and was just waiting for her death. But everything changed when she met Dr. Allistair Cohen, a renowned Cardiothoracic Surgeon. He promised to cure her and that she could live a normal life again but in exchange, she had to marry him. She was hesitant, of course. But a new life with a stranger wasn't a bad idea to move on from Brad. EXCERPT: “Why am I still alive? And where am I?” “You’re in my house.” It was a man's voice, but because of the darkness invading the room, she couldn’t see who it was. “I died. My heart stopped beating. How am I alive?” She asked again. “I saved you. It was forbidden, but I had to.” The shadow shown by the moonlight confirmed that the voice was coming from the couch just a few steps away from the bed. “You saved me? How?” The figure stood up and slowly walked toward the light. Her eyes bawled seeing a hooded black skeleton holding a scythe in front of her. “Y-You’re the grim reaper!” She exclaimed. “So you know about me. I am Erebus, son of the Goddess of Death Mist, Achlys. I am here to collect your soul.” She thought it was just a dream, but looking at her husband, she realized that he was not just a regular doctor. Could she continue her life with the man who had a dark secret? Could she control her heart every time he touched her? Would she continue being his wife if she found out that she was being deceived? ************************************* Book cover is not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.

After being confined in a mental asylum for years, Jin Jiuchi had just been released back to human habitation when he suddenly found himself trapped in a dangerous and thrilling survival game. Wait, is there something wrong with you all? Why do you look so scared? This world is so… exciting! For Jin Jiuchi, this beast in human clothing who was chained by society laws, the appearance of the Nightmare Cycle was akin to a dream come true! Drinking tea with a dismembered bride in a haunted apartment, dancing tango with the evil spirit in the depths of suicide forest, skipping rope with the ancient god in a forgotten civilization… Jin Jiuchi was so happy that he was going crazy! However, when he went crazy, all the players and NPCs in the cycle trembled in fear. *** There was only a beautiful jade doll who had never been afraid of him. Shen Nianzu called out softly, "Jin-ge." Jin Jiuchi, who was happily digging through a rotten corpse's stomach, suddenly dropped everything and zoomed in front of Shen Nianzu with a speed invisible to naked eyes. His eyes were curved into crescents as he asked, "What's wrong, Nian'er? Do you want to join me too?" Shen Nianzu was expressionless as he stared at the bloody man in front of him. Then he suddenly stretched out a hand, palm up. Confused, Jin Jiuchi placed his dirty paw in Shen Nianzu's hand and shook it. Shen Nianzu: “Good boy.” Jin Jiuchi: ? *** Lunatic drama king, wild beast gong x big beauty, cunning, strong-acting-weak shou Additional tags: top/gong/seme protagonist, action, supernatural, psychological, mystery, slow romance, ghosts, gore, monsters, beasts, shameless protagonist, survival game, teamwork, unlimited flow, horror, suspense, younger love interest Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord

Meet Zoe Martins, an ordinary secretary to a reputable industry finds out that her husband had been cheating on her with her sister. “So you’ve been cheating on me with my sister? After everything I've done for you?” Zoe questioned Stanley. But the man she called her husband didn't even flinch when she caught him on top of her sister, making love to her on their matrimonial bed. “You should thank me for what I’m doing, Zoe. You are a barren woman! You can't give me a child! You should be glad I'm banging your sister and not some random woman!” Stanley's words felt like daggers that stabbed Zoe’s heart, despite how much of a matter of fact it was. She's been married to Stanley for three long years, bearing the burden of being a wife and a husband all at the same time since her deadbeat husband couldn't find a job. But not once did she get pregnant. “That's right, sister. You know I can do anything for you, including giving birth for you since you have skill issues,” Jenna spatted as her lips stretched into an evil smirk. Zoe couldn't handle the betrayal and left her house to drown her sorrow at a club where she met a man who looked like the devil. Since her husband was cheating on her, Zoe decided to do the same. “Once we do this, you are mine,” the devil's replica declared.

For ten years, Elena Morrison gave everything—her heart, her career, and even her family—to a man who cast her aside for another. When her world shattered, she leapt to her death, only to wake up a decade earlier. Determined to rewrite her destiny, Elena vows to avoid the man who betrayed her and protect her future. But her plans take a sharp turn when she uncovers the truth: she isn’t just a discarded wife. She’s a stolen heiress, and her entire life has been a lie. Now caught in a whirlwind of forbidden love, family secrets, and dangerous schemes, Elena finds herself in a sudden marriage with Victor Sterling, a man as dangerous as he is alluring. Together, they must uncover a tangled web of deceit that stretches back decades. Will she reclaim her life, or will the same forces that destroyed her before rise again to take everything?

Two childhood friends who met through dance, competed, and formed a crew together were inseparable until recently. Years of bonding are now being quickly stretched to their limits. Will these friends find their drifting ship, or will they choose an alternate journey altogether?

"In Qiyuan, kissing is an act of mutual surrender. To ask for a kiss is to ask someone to be yours, while offering yourself in return. On that note, making love is a common practice and is regarded as deeply romantic." —Book 1 of Romances in Qiyuan— Haruki had no memories prior to his awakening. With only his black katana and his name to ground him in an identity, he lived through every encounter on pure instinct and a great deal of luck. But it wasn't until he locked eyes with Lanling, those sky-blue orbs gazing at him with the stillness of a lake, that he believed his luck had finally peaked. Shamelessly, he integrated into General Lanling Cheng's army, finding the man even more pleasing to his eyes the longer he watched over him. But as Haruki learned more about his new idol, he began to realize just how deep their connection ran, how precious the memories stolen from him were, and how deeply he loved this man. No matter how many times his mind was wiped clean, his feelings seemed to cross beyond the boundaries of memory, for he had long branded the image and name of Lanling Cheng into the very depths of his soul. He could only hope for a day when the curse that plagued them—this curse that relentlessly tested their love—would finally be shattered, and they could live on with their lives in peace. ~#~#~#~#~#~ [Volumes Synopsis] —Volume 1 [1-50] Amidst the war between the Silver Dragons and the Black Pythons, familiar faces and voices seemed to emerge from nowhere, as though fate itself were playing a cruel game, tugging relentlessly at Haruki’s mind—almost desperate to make him remember his past. But to Haruki, the most important thing was meeting and shamelessly flirting with the general, so he couldn’t care less. Besides, Lanling had told him not to remember, and who was he to disobey his future wife? —Volume 2 [51-145] Haruki and his friends find themselves in a typical isekai setting! At least, that's what Haruki originally thought. But soon, he realized the waters in the palace ran deep, and his connection to whatever schemes were brewing here stretched all the way back to before he even came to... Earth? So, he's a local? Oh, and there’s that Lanling Cheng… Haruki: ...God, why is he so hot? —Volume 3 [146~300] Lanling lost his best friend… his boyfriend… his fated lover. And the loneliness brought by the sudden emptiness gripped his heart every day, almost driving him mad, scorching anyone who dared touch his reverse scale. But just as he gave up dodging the oncoming claws of a chimera, the wind swept him away—into a familiar embrace. Haruki had come back. With a new identity, a new family, and a new… fiancé?! Lanling was in tatters. How had his boyfriend become someone else’s fiancé?? Determined to win him back, he appoints Haruki as his knight, keeps him by his side at all times, and climbs into his bed at night… ~#~#~#~#~#~ —updates every Saturday and Sunday [M]—Mature Content Server: https://discord.gg/cMqPN7WVbf Art: @minttea5 Best Unca Consultant: Zeriq Haruk [for worldbuilding]

"In the spaces between ones and zeros, worlds are born and die at the whim of their creators. Each keystroke births new lands, each click shapes civilizations, and every careful adjustment weaves the fabric of reality itself. Time flows differently in these digital realms—centuries can pass in moments, while a single day might stretch across millennia. Within these spaces, creators are gods, architects of existence who breathe life into empty bytes, crafting histories that span eons and cultures that echo through carefully constructed time. " Before a glowing screen in a quiet room, Estelle sat in front of a monitor displaying the map of the World of Astris. Her eyes were hollow with exhaustion, finger hovering over the deletion prompt—just a single click could wipe away twelve years of creation in an instant. What began as an escape had become a prison, each of its 67,934 item files a weight upon her shoulders, every revision another chain binding her to this digital realm. Yet as she prepared to end it all, an unexpected option presented itself, one that would blur the line between creator and creation in ways she never imagined.

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."

Synopsis: Azricel woke up to the world flipped upside down. Literally. The sky was cracking apart, buildings crumbled like sandcastles, and the streets were painted red—people dropping dead for no reason, exploding into blood puddles. The trees? Yeah, they were dragging people into the woods, and the animals? Not so normal anymore. Anyone with a shred of sanity would be screaming their lungs out right now. Azricel? He just yawned. Stretched. Scratched the back of his head like this was just another Monday. Because honestly, he was more pissed about one thing—his dream. The same one he’d been having for who knows how long. A dream of a woman he’d never met, but somehow, he knew her. She always smiled at him, warm, familiar, like she belonged somewhere deep in his bones. And just when he was about to finally see her face clearly—bam. Apocalypse. Then, amidst the chaos, a voice rang in his head. Cold. Mechanical. [ Awakening Anomaly Detected ] [ Welcome ] Azricel blinked. Then smirked. “Now we’re talking.”

The night was thick with mist, the full moon casting an eerie glow over the dense forest. Shadows stretched and twisted between the towering trees, whispering secrets carried by the wind. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled—a deep, mournful sound that sent a shiver down Lena’s spine. She shouldn’t have been here. The warnings were clear. No humans were to step beyond the boundary of the village after dark. Yet here she was, standing at the edge of the unknown, her pulse hammering in her ears. A snap of a twig behind her made her whirl around, heart pounding. But before she could react, a figure emerged from the darkness—a man, tall and imposing, his silver eyes gleaming like molten steel in the moonlight. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous mix of warning and curiosity. Lena took a step back, her breath catching. There was something unnatural about him, something untamed. She could feel it in the way the air around him crackled with energy, in the way his gaze pinned her like a predator studying its prey. “I—” she started, but the words died on her lips when he took a step closer. His presence was overwhelming, his scent a mix of earth and something wilder, something that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t understand. Then, as if the universe itself had decided to intervene, the clouds shifted, allowing the full moon’s light to fully illuminate him. And in that moment, Lena saw the truth. He wasn’t just a man. He was something else entirely. Something that shouldn’t exist.

In a world where ancient bloodlines shape destiny, where warships clash across galaxies, and where deities reign supreme over their stretches of the multiverse, strength is the only law. Follow the journey of Arthur—for all intents and purposes, an abandoned baby found and raised by a humble craftsman in the Underside of the autonomous planet Nexus, a melting pot of various cultures. What mysteries surround his birth? Will he be able to stand firm in the face of unimaginable adversities and carve out a name for himself in a cosmos ruled by the mighty?

The writing will get better, after the first volume it will end on 25 to 30 or even less, but after that, I promise you it will get better ——————————————————— At the prestigious Hunter Academy of Erevos, Eno Spencer stood on the cusp of his graduation, just weeks away from a pivotal event that would define his future. This event, seemingly the culmination of his training, would ignite a journey far more treacherous than he could ever anticipate. Beneath the surface, a shadowed force awaited—an insidious presence poised to unravel everything Eno held dear, threatening to consume his very essence and steer his fate into a darkness he couldn’t yet comprehend. ——————————————————— Authur notes sorry about the synopsis being too vague it’s because it’s my first novel and I don’t know how to do synopsis and I didn’t want to accidentally put a spoilers so I made it vague Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve officially released my original novel, White Lightning! To be honest, I’ve had a lot of anxiety about both my novel and my fanfiction. I kept wondering if they were good enough—if my novel sounded too much like a fanfiction, if I could properly stretch out the story and plotlines. It took me a while, but eventually, I realized that none of that really matters. I started writing because I enjoy it—not because I care about whether people think it’s good or not. If they like it, great. If not, that’s fine too. So I’ll say this now: my novel will have a fanfiction-like feel, and I won’t be dragging out the story just to reach thousands of chapters. As for my writing schedule, releases might be a bit random at times since I’ll still be working on my fanfictions. But don’t worry—I’m not abandoning them. My novel, my DC fanfiction, and my Marvel fanfiction will remain my main priorities. The Fairy Tail one, on the other hand, won’t get as much focus, though I’ll still release chapters for it occasionally. Regarding my DC fanfiction, I’ve reached the point where the story enters the comic book timeline. I won’t be releasing any new chapters for it until my Marvel fanfiction reaches that same stage. Unfortunately, I don’t think we’ll get there as quickly as we did with the DC one, but we’ll see how things go. That’s all I wanted to say! Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoy what’s coming next.

An unfathomable structure stretches beyond the sky, its colossal form an immutable truth of existence. The Tower has always been. It cradles civilizations within its endless floors, a world unto itself where countless beings live, fight, and thrive—never questioning the walls that cage their reality. Elias awakens to this vast and uncharted domain, bound to a role he does not understand. The Tower bends to no king, no nation, no god. Yet, a very select few have chosen him to oversee its ever-expanding realm. He must guide the fragile balance of life within its floors, ensuring that empires do not crumble into ruin, that monstrous forces that are summoned in the shadows do not consume all in their path. The weight of countless lives presses down upon him, but the Tower offers no answers—only challenges, dangers, and the creeping sensation that this is all merely a game and Elias is the only one who can take control and reveal the path forward as his creations thrive. As Elias navigates treacherous politics, unpredictable creatures, and the unseen will of his powers themselves, he begins to glimpse fragments of its buried truths. What lies at the Tower’s peak? What are the extent of my creations? And most of all… why does it need him? Why does it Want him? And most importantly. Why does it call out to him?.

Wealth, fame, power, uncharted frontiers, and boundless knowledge—those who seek it will stop at nothing to claim it. All his life, young Alesul has dreamed of becoming a Seeker—an explorer of the unknown, a pioneer of adventure. But what he doesn’t yet realize is that the world is far greater and far crueler than he could ever imagine. The strings of destiny stretch far and wide, weaving a path he never expected. What awaits this reckless, determined knucklehead? Only time will tell.

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”

Disclaimer: The cover is from AOI OGATA on Pinterest. The flames, I could feel was dying out, so I opened my eyes to see her little hands grasping tightly onto my fist. The last bit of the flames lingered over her hand before dying out as well, then her hands were cold again. My eyes followed her arms to her face. She knelt on the bed with my stretched legs between hers. She still wore the same clothes she had on when she appeared in my hospital room.  Her large, dark eyes were on me, but I couldn't tell what emotion or expression they held. She sat then and pulled my fist to her face. "You didn't respond when I called you earlier. What's going on?" I asked her calmly, but inwardly doubted she'd answer me. She inhaled deeply with my fist still to her nose like she wanted to absorb its fragrance if it had any. She just kept her eyes focused on my hand. "You were about to do it again. The backlash could've been bad. ," she pointed out flatly. Even though she didn't sound too pleased, her wonderful voice was still pleasing to the ear. "You told me we'd do it, not you." "I have to get stronger, Lily." She now looked at me. "But what about the pain? We agreed that I would help you."

In the lawless waters of the Fog Sea, where betrayal lurks beneath every wave, the infamous Vice Admiral Iceberg, Edwina Edwards, sails under the blood-red moon, haunted by a past she cannot escape. Once a noblewoman wronged by the empire, now a feared pirate, she seeks vengeance against the corrupt aristocrats who stole everything from her. But fate is cruel. Her path crosses with Gehrman Sparrow, a ruthless bounty hunter known for hunting the deadliest criminals of the sea. His mission? Capture or kill the elusive Iceberg Pirate. Unbeknownst to both, their destinies are tangled in a conspiracy that stretches beyond mortal realms—whispers of an ancient power buried deep within the tides, a force that could reshape the world. As secrets unravel and hidden identities emerge, Edwina and Gehrman find themselves forced into an uneasy alliance. Revenge and duty pull them apart, but an undeniable attraction binds them together. Amidst stormy battles, political intrigue, and supernatural forces, they must decide—will they destroy each other, or rewrite their fates together? The sea never forgets, and neither does vengeance..... Its a inspiration from cuttlefish Lotm (fanfiction)