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Piston Fist Anruto

Holy Fist!

Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head to not only see the bizarre and magnificent world but also the professional modifier he had downloaded before crossing over. "Drain all experience from my sub-occupations, 'Biological Mecha Master', 'Mystic Explorer', 'Special Hypnotist', transforming it into one million potential points, all enhancing my main occupation, 'Fighter'!" "I... have obtained the golden ultimate occupation, 'God of Martial Combat'!" The largest urban agglomeration in the world, a night of torrential rain. On the ground, countless Killing Ghosts and Fighters fought to the death, while hordes of metal Mechas and Biological Armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flame intertwined, plunging everything into primordial violence and chaos. Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently amidst the rainy darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes looked down below, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness. He leaped down with his trench coat wildly dancing. The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battleground! A cold voice echoed across the city skyline. "Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me..." A modern city of extravagant luxury, an era of entertainment and consumption supreme. Beneath seventy years of peaceful façade, lied another mad and bloody Inner World. Fighters, masters of their martial traditions, and Killing Ghosts, controlled by combat modes, engaged in a frightful, relentless slaughter. Metal Mechas with terrifying energy and Biological Armors extracted from monstrous cells commenced a brutal struggle between old and new technologies. In this era infested with machinery and altered by external entities, to proclaim the power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...
Gray tombstone · 322.3K Views

Sacrilege Ascension: I Level Up By Defying Gods

In a world where the Sevengod Church with an iron fist, Oliver, a downtrodden acolyte struggling to survive, uncovers a terrifying truth: the gods are long dead, their thrones consumed by madness. The Church’s “Divine Circuits” aren’t holy—they are cursed shackles, binding humanity to the ravenous, decaying deities they claim to serve. In reality, humans are mere sacrifices, fed to the gods to prolong their fading existence. Armed with the Blasphemy Codex System, Oliver treads a dangerous path. Each time he desecrates a god or slays a hypocritical priest, Oliver draws power from the Codex, strengthening himself with every heresy. The so-called divine beings of holy love? The great, selfless clergy? The beloved by all? Let me expose their true nature, and show everyone the maggots crawling beneath the shiny facade! This is what Oliver is doing, this is how Oliver grows stronger! When the last gilded lie peels away in his bloodstained hands, Oliver beholds the cosmos' cruel jest - those celestial parasites never craved worship, but the exquisite terror in mortal eyes. Now the Codex whispers of dead stars reconquering their thrones, its pages bleeding with revelations that could either forge a new pantheon from apostate flesh, or drown all creation in the gods' terminal scream. Will his blade carve salvation from their writhing carcasses, or merely crown him the most beautiful monster in this danse macabre?
melawater2x · 1.2K Views

Shadow of Terror

Is it really that hard to stop using violence? For Collin, it wasn’t just hard—it felt almost impossible. Violence had been her language, her release, her *identity* for as long as she could remember. At just five years old, her father had taught her how to throw a punch, how to stand her ground, how to fight back. What started as self-defense quickly became something more. She didn’t just use her fists—she *enjoyed* it. The adrenaline, the power, the way people backed off when they saw her coming. It was intoxicating. But now, standing at the gates of Nexus High School, Collin had made a promise—to herself, to her mom, to the life she was trying to rebuild. No more fights. No more violence. Just a normal high school experience. The problem? Old habits die hard. Collin clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to take a deep breath. The urge to swing at the girl who’d bumped into her earlier was still simmering under her skin. *“It’s just a coat,”* she told herself, even though it wasn’t. It was a gift from her dad, a piece of him she carried with her every day. But violence wasn’t the answer anymore. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. High school was supposed to be a fresh start. A chance to leave behind the girl who ruled the playground with her fists, the girl who sent bullies running with just a glare. But as she walked through the halls of Vale High, Collin could feel the weight of her past pressing down on her. The whispers, the stares, the familiar faces from middle school—they all reminded her of who she used to be. And then there was *him*. The boy she’d tormented back in middle school, the one who now looked at her with a mix of fear and resentment. His presence was a stark reminder of the promises she’d made—and how easily they could be broken. Collin had always been a fighter. But now, the biggest battle wasn’t against someone else—it was against herself. Could she really leave her old life behind? Could she keep her promise and live a normal life, or would the temptation to throw just *one more punch* be too much to resist? The bell rang, signaling the start of her first class. Collin squared her shoulders, took another deep breath, and stepped into the classroom. This was her chance to prove she could change. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be easy.
zyuka · 636 Views
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