Rap Rat Creepypasta

In the year Jin Stratus was born, Humanity had long since conquered the stars, with their sights now set on a cosmos filled with unimaginable horrors. Yet in a universe that is but one bubble in an endless sea of realities, on a worthless blue planet beneath a crumbling city, a slum rat named Jin Stratus awakens to his destiny. When the “Door to the Myriad Worlds” descends, Jin steps through, armed with nothing but his unyielding will and his innate comprehension-defying talent—“Against-Heaven’s Understanding.” In the Great Universe of the Starry Sea, where ancient beings can erase galaxies with a sigh and traverse endless light-years in a single stride, Jin is nothing but dust. But with each battle, each world, and each bloody step, he transcends the world that seeks to oppress him, forging himself into a being unrivaled across all realms. [Your Understanding is Against-Heaven.] -You have comprehended the “Bone Marrow Blood Tempering Divine Technique.” -You have evolved “Fist of Falling Thunder” into the “Thunder World Creation Technique.” -You have witnessed the collapse and rebirth of worlds, grasping the “Cosmic Palm Domain.” -You have obtained the “Limitless Incarnation Method.” From the gutter alleys of the Lower Slums to the endless cosmos, Jin Stratus will ensure the world remembers his name— For throughout heaven and earth, he alone… can comprehend it all. And he alone will become the strongest.

Rat lives a life of violence and crime, his only companions are the other street urchins that share his misfortune. After being betrayed by those closest to him, his new life begins after waking up on his funeral Thumal.

Naph had a couple of years of extremes. One year, he was trying to chase down a few rats in a desert. Another he was hunting bears in a river. There was a year when he just chilled himself on a beach. His volatile heart mayhems his life. This time his hunt had a different breed entirely. Named Bulwark. Quite the bounty on such a name. The only requirement? Bring the head back clean and without damage. Hunting was a sport. At least that’s what he had learned by watching others. Every adult showing off their repertoire of the dead. His volatile nature and teen years hadn’t taught him whom to show off or not. Bulwark was his first human kill. Yet it was his first insight into what a ‘catalyst’ could do. His survival had been on his intellect earlier, but not anymore. The world responded. He ran. Ran into things he hadn’t heard. Will the world make him another number in its long list of the dead? Or will he learn its truths? Will he know of the unspoken words he hadn’t processed? His heart a volatile entity; the world a raging a beast chasing him. And a few words that he didn’t knew- yet one etched itself in: “Cata”. ---------------------------------------------------- This story is also available on RoyalRoad.com with the same title "Catalyst Cross Lesio" with the username 'alex_reads'. My paypal is connected to it, so if you wish to help out a budding artist do go to my "Catalyst Cross Lesio" on RoyalRoad.com and hit that donate button! Thank you! :)

Kael Voren has never known the feeling of a full belly. Born in Brinewatch, the beast-plagued slums of Ashport, hunger is his oldest companion -- gnawing at his gut, his dreams, and his place in a world that values strength above all. When his sixteenth birthday comes, Kael awakens to the misery of an E-Rank Talent: Advanced Digestion. Not strength. Not speed. Just the ability to eat garbage without dying. But beneath this feeble Talent lies a dormant truth -- an insatiable void tethered to an unfathomable potential. A hunger not for food, but for power. Everything changes when Kael inadvertently devours fragments of Prana and Chakra -- powers that create and shape reality itself. Powers that were supposed to be beyond the reach of a gutter rat such as himself, but were made available to him by Advanced Digestion. These stolen sparks awaken something ancient inside him: a nascent, skeletal system. No interface. No tutorials. Just a stark warning burned into his mind and a void calling out from within - devour everything! What he has awakened is not a talent. It is a trait. XXX-Rank Trait: Inner Universe Creation. But it is embryonic -- barely functional, missing structure, support, and a will. To unlock its power, Kael must build from nothing. Piece by blind piece. Trial by brutal trial. Fueled only by his desperation to protect his family and claw his way out of the grave Brinewatch was supposed to be. In secret, Kael creates an RPG World inside his trait -- a universe he rules, where monsters can be spawned, skills mastered, time bent, and power devoured. There, he forges his own path, his own system, and his own strength. But the hunger never fades, it only grows. And as his enemies close in and betrayal tears his world apart, Kael makes an oath: I will protect my family, and I'll devour everything that stands in my way. From starving boy to High Human Emperor, from discarded E-Rank to system god, Kael Voren’s rise will shake the stars. A dark fantasy progression epic of hunger, creation, revenge, and ruthless evolution. For fans of cultivation, RPG systems, and protagonists who build their own power from the blood-soaked dirt up. Publishing Schedule: (2) 1,500-2,000 Word Chapters/Day

Synopsis: The Chronicle of Tails and Throne Beneath the kingdoms of men, an empire of rats stirs a secret civilization of claw and cunning, once bound to humanity by an ancient pact now buried in betrayal. In the city of Elarion, whispers echo through forgotten tunnels as the pipes begin to sing once more. A street boy named Coren and a silver-furred rat noble, Rilgar Hollowtail, find themselves entangled in a conspiracy older than history. From royal courts to sewer thrones, assassins to prophets, every creature has a price… and a past. As ancient clans rise, forbidden magic returns, and the line between rat and man begins to blur, one truth gnaws beneath it all: To rule above, one must survive below.

I was nothing—just a broke delivery guy sleeping in a parking garage. My girlfriend dumped me. My boss fired me. My so-called friends laughed as I begged for scraps. Then, the Wealth Domination System awakened. [System Activated: Task—Crush Your Rival. Reward: $10,000. Unlock Bonus: VIP Investment Access.] From petty change to penthouses… from street rat to CEO… I began my ruthless climb. Now, the girl who left me wants back. The billionaire who mocked me begs for partnership. And every deal I touch turns to gold. But wealth has its price—and so does revenge. I won’t stop until I own everything they denied me. This is my rise. This is domination.

"I hate this world. I hate everyone. There's no justice for the weak," Once happy and carefree, Reign's life took a dark turn when he was kidnapped and undergone brutal experiments. These trials broke not only his physical body but also shattered his mind. In the end, his body couldn't withstand the ordeal, and he died like a pitiful lab rat. But death wasn't the end. He woke up in a new world as a corpse, armed with the Ultimate Mutation System. A system that enabled him to mutate and gain power in exchange for his own humanity. Determined to avoid being exploited again, he sets out to become a true powerhouse. He knew that being weak would only make him a target, especially now that he was a monster. "Kill or be killed." That was his only option.

In a world where only the elite survive, Neyvar is nothing more than a powerless street rat… or so everyone believes. But when a dormant spark ignites within him, nothing will ever be the same again. No noble blood. No written fate. He trains, he grows, and against all logic—he becomes something the world was never meant to witness. Revive – Rise, fight, dominate.

A magical 'Universal Toolbox' led Joe Ga into the arms industry. The complex and unpredictable nature of the world caused Joe Ga to gradually change his goals... "Sir, how did you end up here?" "I don't know, I just wanted to make some money at first, buy a house, marry a wife. But slowly, as more and more people appeared around me, my goals started to change." "So what are your goals now?" "Now, I just want to retire peacefully with my guys, really!"

``` —Sally, para cumplir su deseo original, entró al Mundo Bestial y se transformó en un pequeño ratón blanco, también vinculándose al Sistema de Descendencia. —[La Línea de Dragón ha pasado diez mil años sin sangre nueva.] —[¿Cuántos puntos por la Línea de Dragón?] —[¡Quinientos millones!] ```

Abandoned by Fate, but Chosen by Chaos. A world where magic reigns supreme and the mightiest wizards stand at the apex. A world where one’s mana affinity, if one even had it, determines one’s status in society, whether one could soar through the skies like a dragon or remain grounded, scraping by like rats or chickens. This was the world Hal Fennec was born into. Raised in the poverty of a border village, Hal had one wish: to give his mother a better life, one free from the constant fear of beast attacks and invasions by the Fellkin. But fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke. Despite being the brightest and most confident among his peers since childhood, Hal turned out to be barely qualified to become a wizard. His natural talent, contrary to his expectations, was nowhere near enough to fulfill even his modest dream of a decent city life. But then, just when his final hope was snuffed out and the future seemed gray and bleak, a twist of fate—or more fittingly Chaos—granted him a system that would turn everything around. Additional tags: #Gacha System =========== [WSA 2025 Entry] Regular release schedule: 2 ch/day Voting and Gifting Rewards: Every 300 Power Stones = 1 bonus chapter (maximum of 1 per week) Every 100 Golden Tickets = 1 bonus chapter (maximum of 1 per week) Super gifts (Magic Castle, Spacecraft, Golden Gachapon) = mass release of 5 chapters to be delivered within two weeks, on top of the bonus chapters from voting. (Maximum of 1 per month. In the rare case that I receive two in one month, the bonuses will carry over to the next two weeks or the following month.) !!PLEASE DO NOTE that these rewards are only until SEPTEMBER 30, the end of my book's MGS, as I do not want to burn myself out. I can only offer my sincerest gratitude and appreciation for whatever I receive after that. However, all the super gifts I receive until September 30 will still count, and I will deliver on my promise in the following months until everything promised has been fulfilled. === The limits are in place to ensure that the quality of my work doesn't drop. While I do enjoy earning more, I also want to make sure my readers get their money's worth to the best of my current abilities as a writer. Thanks in advance to those who will participate

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

You ever die, wake up in some medieval fantasy shithole, and get shackled to a snarky-ass system that thinks it’s your babysitter? No? Lucky you. Name’s Nyx. Ex-street rat, full-time bastard. I died dirty and pissed off — now I’m alive again in a world where monsters roam, nobles play gods, and everyone thinks they’re better than me. Newsflash: they’re not. I’ve got a second chance. A twisted-ass system glued to my soul. Broken stats, buried rage, and no grand destiny — just blood, grit, and survival. They call this place a game? Fine. I’ll play. Just don’t whine when I start breaking the rules. This ain’t some heroic fairy tale. I’m not the chosen one. I’m just the crazy bastard who won't stay dead. The system’s a bitch... and so am I.

A world of tainted systems and shifting realities. "Is the world truly corrupt?" "Is there a genuine solution, or are humanity and even its gods trapped in cycles of suffering?" In the fractured lands of Asterium, power flows not just from ancient nobility but through unique god contracts, granting abilities that defy natural laws and the Nichto realm. Jorel Ujochi, a proud noble who is determined to reform the system from within later on, suddenly finds fighting invisible horrors, and god power individuals and also his own arrogance. Meanwhile, Marichi, a masked enigma and 'slum gutter rat' who seeks to dismantle the system entirely, battles not just external abominations but the chilling voices of his past that prey on his mind. Two sides of the same coin, Jorel and Marichi are forced into a world where their ideals are tested to their breaking point. As they navigate the unpredictable chaos of the Halflit Zones, battling beings that defy death and reason, beasts and humans as well, their paths--one for subtle change, the other for total revolution---are destined to collide. Join their desperate fight for survival that affect all and a future they can barely imagine. Will their clashing ideologies lead to salvation? Or will the world consume them?

"The world's fastest-rising tech genius has a secret: everything he's inventing already killed humanity once." Dr. Adrian Chen died in 2034 as humanity's last physicist, after spending a decade as an alien test subject secretly stealing their advanced knowledge. Then he woke up in 2024, back in his 24-year-old body, with eight months to prevent Earth's colonization by the Nexarians – a highly advanced species that will turn humanity into lab rats for their experiments. The catch? He can't just tell everyone aliens are coming (hello, psych ward), so he has to "invent" world-saving technology while pretending he's not a trauma-riddled time traveler with a head full of stolen alien science. Also, everyone he watched die in the future? They're all alive and wondering why he keeps hugging them randomly and crying.

**They were each other's first love. Now, they're each other's last chance.** Zara Rossi and Viktor Antonov were never supposed to fall in love. Not as children of rival crime families. Not while bloodshed and secrets shadowed every stolen moment. But they did-and when danger tore them apart, they were left with nothing but silence and scars. Years later, fate-and the mafia-pull them back together. A forced marriage meant to seal an alliance. A wedding drenched in power, betrayal, and danger. And hearts that never stopped bleeding for each other. Viktor is no longer just the boy who protected her-he's the Bratva heir with blood on his hands and a kingdom on his shoulders. Zara is no longer the quiet girl by his side-she's fire, elegance, and a threat to anyone who dares stand in her way. But love won't be enough to survive what's coming. There's a rat in Viktor's inner circle. Zara's family is hiding deadly secrets. And their enemies are watching-waiting to strike. **In a world of guns, roses, and wedding veils, their love is the most dangerous vow of all.**

The once-dominant Gajayu Empire, its power now a mere fraction after millennia of war and recent rebellion, teeters on the precipice of collapse. Emperor Aravon, a figure of strength at 19 years old but tragically crippled, carries the immense weight of a fracturing realm and a perilous betrothal. His last hope lies with his younger brother, Prince Arin. Driven by an unbreakable bond, fourteen-year-old Prince Arin — bonded to Kaia, a life-giving banyan sapling, Pip, a pure white, golden-lined royal rat with eye power, and Raja, a magnificent, golden-lined royal tiger — embarks on a desperate, two-year quest. His destination: the treacherous West End Desert, a desolate expanse on a remote island. There, amidst shifting sands and ancient secrets, he seeks a legendary healing region, powered by a green gemstone of infinite potential, rumored to restore even severed limbs. But the West End Desert is a land of monstrous beasts, brutal sandstorms, and veiled magic. As Arin and his loyal team navigate its deadly trials, including uncanny creature compasses and the very will of Vyuhan nature that conducts its own tests, they uncover fragments of a forgotten past. This journey, fueled by a prince's love for his brother and their looming, separate betrothals, will lead Arin not only to the edge of death but to the cusp of shocking revelations: a brewing betrayal from within Vyuha's own noble circles and the chilling truth of a hidden fifth continent, more profound than any cure. Can a young prince retrieve the impossible cure and stabilize a crumbling empire, or will the boundless power of the emerald reveal a destiny far greater—and more terrifying—than he ever imagined? The fate of Vyuha hangs in the balance, tied to an ancient gem and the courage of a boy who dares to seek its truth.

"Are you kidding me? I get jealous the second somebody else even looks in your direction! Do you think that's because I just want to fuck you?" He demanded. Then he paused, staring at me in that way of his that made me want to crawl out of my skin. "I can't do this anymore," he exclaimed, his mouth wide open, his eyes bigger than saucers. He looked like he wanted to scream. And he might as well have, for what he said next. "I'm in love with you, Rina. I have been for months. That's the reason I can't leave you alone, because I can't get you out of my head!" Tropes: Enemies to lover, bully romance, second chance romance. Written from dual points of view in two different time periods. Trigger warning for brief discussions of child abuse, self-harm, suicide, and dubious consent. 10 years ago, Rina was a foster child placed with a new family in Wellsprings, a wealthy suburb of Washington, D.C.. Prior to the start of her senior year, Rina stumbles upon the captain of the football team, Easton Clarke, shooting steroids before practice. Handsome but an asshole, Rina vows to avoid Easton at all costs. The only problem? He doesn't want to leave her alone. Easton Clarke knows the only way to win his father's approval is to perform on the field. If Rina rats him out for steroid use, his chances of playing college football--and of his father finally being proud of him--will be ruined. Intent on making sure Rina keeps her mouth shut, Easton vows to make her life at Wellsprings as isolated as possible. That is, until Easton realizes he can't get the mysterious new girl out of his head. As fall progresses into winter and secrets begin to come to light, Easton will do anything to keep the girl who could ruin his life to himself. When he goes too far, though, he risks losing everything.

It was raining heavily at midnight and the birds sitting on the trees started flying towards the sky due to the loud thunder. In mansion, a 36-year-old man was searching for something inside a large deserted mansion, going from one room to another. The man was wearing black clothes. There was no one else except that man in such a big and luxurious mansion. There were lines of worry on the man's face and he was searching for something. Even after searching every corner of the room, the man did not find that thing. Seeing this, the man immediately went to the fourth floor of the mansion. Just then his phone started ringing. Seeing someone's name on the cellphone screen, the man immediately picked up the phone without wasting time and heard a loud and angry voice from the other side. "What happened Jack?! Did you find the box or not?" Hearing the man's voice, Jack said nervously, "No! Sir, but don't worry, I will find that box very soon and bring it to you!" "Finish this work quickly, and yes, if you come without that box, I will not leave you alive!" Saying this, the phone gets disconnected from the other side. Jack wipes the sweat from his forehead and walks towards the corridor. Then suddenly a foul smell spreads all around. "What kind of smell is this? Maybe it is the smell of a rat being killed!" Saying this, Jack moves forward. While going from the corridor to the other side, many black shadows were also walking behind Jack. While walking, Jack goes inside a room, then suddenly the door leading outside closes with a loud bang and one by one all the lights go off. And darkness engulfs all around. Seeing this, Jack immediately turns on the torch light of his phone and says in panic, "Who is it?" Then a scary growling sound starts coming. Something like water was falling on Jack's head from above. Seeing this, when Jack put his hand on his head, his whole hand became red with blood. Seeing this, Jack's breathing slows down and his heart starts beating fast.

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

Yuki a 17 ans, un emploi du temps de ministre et un secret énorme : il est PDG du plus grand conglomérat du Japon. Le jour, il dirige une multinationale, signe des contrats et prend des décisions qui font trembler le monde des affaires. Le matin et le soir, il doit jouer le rôle d’un lycéen ordinaire, en évitant à tout prix que ses camarades découvrent sa véritable identité. Mais quand Misaki, une camarade futée et un peu trop curieuse, découvre son secret, elle ne tarde pas à le faire chanter. Elle veut que Yuki l’aide à lancer sa propre start-up… au cœur du lycée ! Entre comédie, romance, rivalités scolaires et satire sociale, suivez les aventures déjantées et touchantes d’un jeune PDG pris dans un tourbillon d’obligations, d’amitiés fragiles, et d’ennemis bien décidés à percer ses mystères.

In a hidden Russian lab, a failed cure triggers something far more dangerous — transformation. The experiment begins with rats, but soon reaches humans. When one subject retains awareness after full mutation, the project’s backers double down. Thousands of miles away in South Korea, 18-year-old James Han Lee lives a quiet gamer’s life — until a man in a black suit arrives, claiming to know his parents… and their secrets. As global systems collapse and a hidden organization known as SSO activates its deadly plans, James finds himself at the center of something massive — hunted, watched, and lied to. His parents aren’t who they claimed to be. The "cure" was never meant to save the world. And James… may be the last failed safeguard against what comes next. Experiment #7 has begun. And it’s already too late.

When a nameless gutter-rat in the smog-choked City of Iron scrawls a stolen ley-map beneath Maiden Bridge, a single tram-spark ignites his chalk, and the hidden System awakens.   Status: Null Overtone (Stable)   Spectral Mass: 0   Constraint: Undefined   Paradox Risk: 97 % Instead of dying, the boy becomes Cipher, a living contradiction who can slip into the zero-gaps between atoms, borrow power he doesn’t own, and repay it as silence. The discovery paints a target on his back: gladiator bounty-hunter Brack Morrow, the all-seeing Concord of Twelve, and rival Spectra-lords who guard reality’s twelve colorful layers with bloody zeal. Thrown into underground arenas, clockwork graveyards, and sky-bridges where numbers themselves fracture, Cipher must: Anchor his unstable “Null Overtone” before the System unthreads his atoms. Out-riddle enemies who wield Pulse shockwaves, Echo memory edits, and Glyph reality hacks. Solve the Impossible Fraction : the cosmic equation that says zero can never equal infinity, before the Concord solves it with a firing squad. But every level he climbs rewrites the rules, and every rule he breaks echoes across the Spectra. If Cipher can master all twelve : Null to Infinity, he won’t just escape the slums; he’ll decide which laws of existence stay and which are erased forever. From nothing to god-tier, one loophole at a time. The ascent starts now. P.S. You might want to read the Prologue for a better understanding of the power system and the novel as a whole. *** The first few chapters might feel like a puzzle but if you stick with it, everything clicks into place. Release Schedule: 6:30 PM UTC | ≥ 2 chapters per update

When a celestial event shatters the sky and marks him with ancient sigils, orphaned street-rat Kael Riven is thrust into a centuries-old prophecy that threatens to awaken long-lost gods and bring ruin to the empire that rules the known world. In a kingdom where magic has been outlawed and history rewritten by fire and blade, Kael is hunted for powers he doesn't understand—powers tied to Aruun, the Forgotten Flame, a deity exiled from time itself. With the empire in chaos after the king’s mysterious death, factions rise, secrets unravel, and the lines between gods and mortals begin to blur. Guided by a sharp-tongued rogue mapmaker, Sera Thorne, and pursued by assassins, cults, and corrupted nobles, Kael must decide: is he a pawn of fate—or its destroyer?

He crossed over to a new world where humans have magical power. They are called warriors. They use their power to kill the monsters that appear out of nowhere. Dragons, Dungeons, and Magic users are pretty common in this world. If you want to live in peace, you need to have that power. You can also become a powerful clearing dungeon. In this dangerous world, he has a system that can help him grow stronger. But he didn't want to be a high-profile warrior who attracts much powerhouse attention or become a lab rat. He wants to be Low-profile and grow strong using his system. ___________________________ [# Hey guys, check out my new novel: I am in a new world, playing an offline RPG game. ] [ # Guys, check out my new novel: Little Dungeon system .] ----------------------------------------------------- ------------------- Hey guys, this is my first novel. English is not my first language. I hope you all enjoy this and if you have any suggestions, please comment. -------------------------------------------------------- [https://discord.gg/C5kUjxVwMC My discord link. Join guys and if you have any suggestions, tell me.] You can also aslo support me in PayPal - https://www.paypal.me/SmallOtaku _________________________ # 50 Power stone = 1 extra chapter # 85 Power stone = 2 extra chapter # 20 Golden ticket = 1 extra chapter # 50 Golden ticket = 2 extra chapters

In a world where arcane factions war in the shadows and ancient powers stir beneath the surface, Rain, a half-elf street rat turned finds himself clawing for survival. Unbeknownst to him, he is heir to a forgotten legacy: The Order of the Eclipse; wielders of elusive shadow arts. Shadows heed his call, not as Master, but as kin As ancient factions rise and forgotten gods stir in their graves, Rain is forced into a war he never chose. He struggles to survive political conspiracies, rogue cults, and his own brutal past. Rain must walk a path where trust is poison, and every ally wears a mask. A dark, immersive fantasy tale steeped in danger, secrets, and the cost of power. He was nothing. Now he hunts. And in the dark, his legend unveils

In humanity’s final war against the Demon Lord, the strongest heroes fell—not by the enemy’s hand, but by their own, twisted into madness by a cruel illusion. Only one person remained: Riley—the weakest warrior of them all, forgotten within all the chaos. But he saw through the Demon Lord’s deception. The demon was on the brink of death—so weak even a fly could’ve finished him off. And Riley did just that, drawing every last ounce of strength to bite off the demon’s head. Victory? Not quite. A final, desperate strike from the Demon Lord pierced him from behind, killing him instantly. But fate wasn’t done with him yet. Riley awoke ten years in the past—when the online game [Apocalypse] was launched. Before demons descended. Before monsters overran the world. And this time, he wasn’t starting from nothing. He had a decade of experience—and a second chance. Even more shocking, he didn’t awaken his old D-rank Strength Boost talent. This time, he received something far more terrifying: an SSS-Rank Gluttony talent! He could now devour anything—monsters, items, talents, even traits—and gain their power. Ding! [You have devoured: Spiked Rat] [Acquired: Strength +1, Agility +1.4, Endurance +0.6, Vitality +0.6, Mana +0.4] [You have devoured: Dire Wolf — Alpha Variant] [Acquired: Strength +4.1, Agility +6.5, Endurance +2.2, Vitality +3.1, Mana +2.9, Skill: Dash (E-rank)] [You have devoured: Red Orc King] [Acquired: Strength +65.3, Agility +52.3, Endurance +72, Vitality +69.1, Mana +50.3, Skill: Rockbound (C-rank)] Now, there is no demon, no god, no monster who will stand in his way. He will devour everything—and save the world. But the power of Gluttony was a double edged sword. If he wasn’t careful… he could be the one getting consumed. —————— Bonus Chapter requirement: 100 golden tickets for one bonus chapter! You can join the discord to chat with me personally or ask any more questions. Discord link: https://discord.gg/PqCseyu2Kh

Year 3120. Humanity has conquered space, forged alliances with alien civilizations, and unlocked evolution itself through the mysterious Genesis Crystals—artifacts capable of awakening the dormant Genesis Core within the human body. The powerful rise to the sky cities, wielding elemental abilities and genetic perfection. The rest rot in the slums, forgotten—unless they risk their lives in the brutal Awakening Trials. Austin Veyne was just another slum rat… until he awakened. No Genesis Crystal. No Element. No classification. Only a Genesis Core born from the Void—sentient, alive, and whispering secrets even the gods fear. “I don’t know if I’m your blessing… or your curse,” she murmurs from within. “Then we’ll find out together,” Austin replies, with cold eyes. He doesn’t crave justice. He craves domination. Austin walks a blood-soaked path. A path where strength is taken, not given. Where monsters are born, not made. And where his Void Core… is only the beginning.

They call it the Loom — a hidden weave that stitches power into fools reckless enough to bind it. Sparks of metal, flowers, stone, secrets. Enough to make a gutter rat a ruler — or stitch their corpse right back into the dirt. Kael Merin’s never been reckless. He trades ruin scrap for Shards, sleeps with one eye open so nobody cuts his throat for his last Token. Not a hero. Not chosen. Just hungry enough to crawl into holes the Orders don’t guard — the ones they warn you to leave shut. Some swear the Loom is alive. Some say a Numen — the Weaver — still dreams at its heart, half-god, half-lie, waiting for a fool to wake it up and finish what it started. Kael finds a Spark he shouldn’t. Steals it. Survives it — somehow. Now his Threadrealm hums with secrets that shouldn’t whisper, and every ruin is deeper, darker, hungrier. The vaults cough up riddles and half-dead things that remember too much. There’s no prophecy. No blessing. No mentor with answers. Just a desperate boy, a stolen Spark, and a rumor that maybe the Weaver didn’t vanish — maybe it hid inside him. The gutter wants him gutted. The Orders want him chained and bled dry. And the Loom? The Loom wants him to weave — or die screaming.

Noah, the wayward and hot-headed bastard son of Alpha Adolph, a product of his one night stand with a human woman fiddles with his uncle’s—his mother's brother's—work-in-progress time machine and ends up in an alternate universe where the humans are in charge of affairs led by their Chief Scientist. The humans, dishonoring their truce, had dominated the city of Knapesville with their advanced science, and cutting edge technology but despite all their achievements, they lacked one thing; the power to extend and enhance life. What better way to achieve this than by turning the creatures renowned for their healing and regenerative abilities into lab rats? The werewolves. And so the hunt began, forcing the werewolves into hiding. Noah, ignorant of the situation, is captured by the chief scientist but rescued by the Alpha whose daughter falls in love with him. The Chief scientist’s daughter falls in love with him too after he saves her and a love triangle is born. Who does Noah end up with eventually? How does he navigate through the danger-filled city that is Knapesville? Does his redemption arc come sooner or later than expected? How does he fare when the burden of leading a pack on a foreign soil falls on his shoulders?