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How Nobita Died

died to become stronger

synopsis:murim adalah dunia yg sangat kejam bagi siapa saja yg tidak memiliki kekuatan,dan aku adalah salah satu dari banyak orang yg tidak memiliki kekuatan,bukan hanya tidak memiliki kekuatan,aku juga sering sakit sakitan dan tubuhku sangat lemah di tambah kedua orang tuaku telah tiada dan aku hidup sendirian di sebuah gubuk yg di sampingnya ada sebuah kuil kecil yg biasanya di buat olehku untuk meneduh dari hujan karna gubuk itu selalu bocor,dan suatu hari saat sedang hujan lebat serta petir di mana mana aku berada di dalam gubuk,menggigil kedinginan dan juga kelaparan,kupikir hidupku akan berakhir namun saat aku sudah menutup mata dan pasrah tiba tiba muncul sebuah suara aneh,[ding]sistem revive terpicu aktif,kupikir aku sedang berhalusinasi sebelum mati,namun tiba tiba ada sebuah petir menyambar gubuk kecil ku dan akhirnya terbakar dan aku mati,namun secara tak terduga aku kembali bangkit di samping gubuku yg sudah hancur lebur karna di sebabkan oleh petir tadi,di saat aku sedang kebingungan suara yg kupikir aku sedang berhalusinasi tadi muncul kembali bersamaan dengan munculnya sebuah layar di hadapanku,dan di layar tersebut menunjukan bagian bagian tubuhku yg sedang cedera atau juga yg sedang baik baik saja,dan juga jumlah kekuatanku juga di tampilkan di sana termasuk jumlah qi internalku yg berjumlah cuma :10,dan di bawah sistem ada sebuah tulisan bertuliskan dead:1,aku tidak mengerti maksudnya apa namun tiba tiba ada segerombolan serigala menuju ke arahku,sebelum sempat menyerang aku sudah di bunuh,dan aku terbangun lagi di tempat yg sama namun sekarang aku merasa ada yg berubah dari diriku,aku merasa lebih kuat dan lebih sehat,kupikir aku sedang bermimpi di bunuh oleh segerombolan serigala namun saat aku melihat ke arah bajuku ada bekas cakaran dan gigitan di bajuku namun anehnya tubuhku baik baik saja,malahan aku terkejut melihat tubuhku menjadi lebih berotot dan saat aku berdiri aku juga merasa lebih tinggi,dan layar itu muncul kembali dan ada beberapa yg berubah mulai dari gambar bagian bagian tubuhku yg memiliki kondisi yg sangat bagus,tulang tulangku mulai menjadi lebih kuat,semua bagian tubuhku mulai mengalami perubahan,dan saat aku melihat ke genangan air aku melihat wajahku yg tampak tampan,dan saat aku melihat kembali ke layar qi ku bertambah menjadi berjumlah 85 qi,dan aku mulai bisa merasakan qi dan bisa menggunakannya walapun masih susah,dan tulisan di bawah yg bertuiliskan dead yg awalnya berjumlah 1 menjadi 2,kemudian aku sadar aku bisa menjadi lebih kuat dengan cara mati,dan setelah aku merasa sedikit senang suara itu muncul lagi,[ding]misi utama,setiap anda mati sebanyak 5 kali,anda akan di beri hadiah:satu teknik tingkat random antara tingkat menengah sampai tingkat surga dan qi sebanyak 100,dan setiap satu kali mati tubuh dan fisik anda akan bertambah kuat dan akan di beri 20 qi setiap satu kali mati,dan jika anda memiliki pertanyaan anda bisa menayakannya ke saya, aku terkejut sebentar namun aku sadar aku harus mati untuk menjadi lebih kuat,dan aku memutuskan untuk tinggal di kuil dan menyendiri untuk mati dengan cara bunuh diri atau di bunuh hewan liar untuk mati dan menjadi kuat dengan cepat
Febri_febri · 39 Views

Cameraman Never Dies

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health. So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!
CloudCatcher · 365.3K Views

How To Evolve A Fireball

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.
SizzlingCoal · 1.2K Views

To Save the World My Father Died For -Niosbane

‎"That day…That day, I made a promise... ‎A promise to save the world from whatever the hell this is. ‎ ‎Whatever turned it into something worse than hell itself. This is the world my father died for. And now… here I am, in a place that peoples call hell... ‎ ‎Standing face to face with the very ones who caused all of this. ‎ ‎But I have no power…No one...I am bleeding… ‎ ‎Bleeding so much that even words can’t measure the depth of the pain this blood has caused. ‎ ‎And with every drop I lose, Hope fades away further from the hands of the people... ‎From humanity... ‎From every lifeform that passed their power down to me. ‎ ‎I cannot disappoint them. ‎I won’t.... ‎ ‎I must stand… and fight... ‎Even if I’ve lost my arms , even if I lost my will to fight. ‎ ‎This… this cannot be the end right? ‎ ‎*Breath* ‎ ‎This breath… ‎It holds the hope of all life that still matters. ‎ ‎“.......” ‎ ‎Thousands of years ago, the world was a beautiful and peaceful place, something what people call paradise….It really was tho. ‎ ‎It was under the protection of the divine hand of God, ‎ ‎Shielding all life from evil. ‎But that hand…it Died or maybe it's not only the hand which died. ‎ ‎Like a sacred banyan tree offering shade from the sun’s burning rage. ‎ ‎Once it was gone, those who rested beneath it felt the pain of the heat. ‎ ‎And so, Earth...once innocent and sinless ‎Became stained with sin. ‎ ‎Or perhaps… ‎God was killed by something that transcends even god. ‎ ‎Something so beyond , so vast, ‎That it taught all life the meaning of desire. ‎ ‎And with it, the seed of evil. ‎ ‎It is said that those closest to God are the ones the devil desires most to corrupt. But as long as God remains, He guides them, shelters them, keeps their hearts from straying. Yet once God is gone, once that divine light fades those once nearest to Him may become worse than anything imaginable. ‎ ‎For without His guidance, even angels can fall… and fall further than demons ever could. ‎ ‎It was not a lie after all... ‎ ‎Closest to God were the Nio who were ‎Divine beings forged with power no mortal should ever wield. They who had always used their power for the wellbeing of God's creation, with the touch of evil became something worse than the devil ever could. ‎ ‎ ‎They turned against the very creation they were meant to protect. ‎ ‎Driven by corruption, ‎They became something far worse than demons who are worse than the worst sinner. ‎ ‎With that began the long dark age for all humanity as humanity endured the endless torment of Nios. ‎ ‎Until the arrival of the Niobanes, ‎Who rose to save the world... ‎Defeating the Nio, And sealing them away in the deepest pits of hell. ‎ ‎The presence of hell can make a man do crime that can't be imagined, and when for someone worse than a demon...?? ‎ ‎Years later... ‎ ‎From the blood of the grandson of the most powerful Nio, ‎ ‎The seals were broken that trapped divine demons in hell. ‎ ‎The Nio returned...To reclaim power and rule once more. ‎ ‎He saw it all. ‎His mother, dying to protect him. ‎His father, sacrificing everything to save the world. ‎ ‎And in front of his eyes... ‎They broke free, using his own blood. ‎ ‎Selay was born carrying that burden, ‎The guilt, the legacy and the pain. ‎ ‎But in the flames of grief He found purpose in his existence. ‎ ‎Inspired by his father's sacrifice, with ‎Fire in his eyes he whispered a promise to bring the heavens on earth. Turning the earth back into a haven...With the promise of saving the world his father died for. ‎ ‎"I will save the world my father died for." ‎ ‎
Nabula639 · 12.9K Views
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