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In the world of kings and kingdoms, knights and magicians, the legend of Trisen-Adrian began. Love, though seemingly ordinary, conceals a mystery.It blooms like a flower in the desert, rare and unexpected. The harsh edges of life are smoothed by courtesy, While truths are often wrapped in myth. Some mysteries are born, some are forged. And some… are destined. This is that world. It begins in red and darkness and ends in the void. Beneath the fog of forgotten history, A dream stirs. And from the sea, an unknown traveler rises. Misfortune sows tragedy, While fortune gathers companions. Strings of fate are plucked-Until destiny plays its final chord. Long live the legend of Hermes—“Mr. Thousand.”

Silent Noise For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way. It always starts the same. They begin to lose their minds. Not gradually - suddenly. Violently. They rant about a noise only they can hear. But they insist... it's not just noise. They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting. Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned. And then, a hum. A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark. But the hum is unsettling. Beautiful... but wrong. Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall. They say it draws you in like a siren's call. Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Until it doesn't stop. Until it becomes constant. Then it becomes noise. A maddening one. Worse than any alarm - like an emergency call you can't ignore. Ring. Ring. Will you answer it? That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear? Or will you let it ring... let it drive you mad? Because once you hear it... it never stops. And no one else can hear it. So they pick up the call, whispering: "I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?" Some sob. Some chuckle. And then they follow the sound - into the unknown. They never return. No bodies. No signs of death. Just madness... and a strange melody. Doctors call it insanity. All medical reports show the same signs: Auditory hallucinations. Psychological breakdown. Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated... And then - they vanish. It's been five years. Ten people gone. No trace. No clues. Just the same mysterious melody. The media calls it a hoax. The police call it a prank. "Kids being kids," they say. Excuses. Lies. Silence. And then one day... it stopped. No more madness. No more disappearances. No more sound. That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville. A town drowning in secrets. A girl with a life far from perfect. A past she barely understands. But her arrival is no accident. She doesn't know it yet - but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise. A deep one. A dangerous one. What is her purpose in Edenville? What ties her to the missing people? Will she face the melody? Will love save her... or destroy her? Find out in SILENT NOISE.

Melody in the Passing of Time In modern Japan, where each season sings its own story and music becomes the language of the heart, a young guitarist named Axel struggles to find harmony amidst loss and longing. Gifted with soulful melodies that echo his inner world, Axel’s life is steeped in bittersweet memories—the absence of his mother, the warmth of shared moments with friends, and the lingering notes of a past that still resonate. “Melody in the Autumnus” also means “Melody in the Passing of Time” is a richly woven tapestry of romance, music, and family legacy. It explores how the notes of the past echo into the present, how every chord of love and loss builds the soundtrack of our lives, and how, even as time marches on, the melodies that shape us remain ever-present—a timeless symphony that binds hearts across generations.

He is a firefighter, his face blackened by smoke, coming from the flames, and in one glance, his life was set. The first time he met the young girl, she bent slightly towards him and said, "Sir..." He was amused, thinking she was a little eccentric... She had never seen such a handsome man, tall like a general, and when their eyes met, she was bewildered and forgot she wasn't in the palace... Later, during the school art performance, the young girl sat on stage, dressed in ancient costume, with a veil covering her face, holding a pipa, her eyebrows shy, appearing both delicate and graceful... He raised his alluring eyes, recalling the girl said she knew a little about musical instruments and chess; she was modest. Seeing him in the audience, her heart raced, wanting to perform well but accidentally struck the wrong chord, fortunately unnoticed by him... Later still, the young girl, now grown, suddenly confessed to him, and the usually calm and composed man was caught off guard... It was a love she had hidden deep in her heart for many years, like shards of glass in her palm, both a patient endurance and impulsive agony... The joy of love at first sight, a hidden affection... She would never know that the brother she secretly admired had been waiting for her to grow up...

What does revenge mean? Harvey crushed the man's finger with his boot, relishing in the satisfaction of his agonizing scream. What does revenge mean? Walking towards the man writhing in pain, Harvey delivered a forceful kick to his ribs as desperate pleas for help escaped him. This is revenge. ... Harvey Laurier and numerous players, once immersed in the virtual world of Visceral Online, found themselves inexplicably trapped with no means of escape. How was such a phenomenon possible? In a fantasy realm filled with dragons, monsters, cursed weapons, and kingdoms—a dream for many gamers—an emerging faction within the game transformed this dream into a chilling nightmare. Players capable of challenging their dominance are targeted before they can reach their full potential, with Harvey finding himself in their crosshairs. However, in the midst of his battle against the faction, his girlfriend becomes a casualty, losing her life in the process. For many, such an event would be traumatizing, but for Harvey, it shattered something. A loosely held chord within him snapped, and he made a solemn vow upon her corpse. "I'll kill every single one of them with my own hands, regardless of what I have to sacrifice to do so.” Additional tags No edge lord(synopsis is exaggerated) World building Vengeance Fantasy Trapped Mystery.

Thanks for the detailed prologue! Here's a follow-up 2000-word continuation of your story, picking up from the end of the previous scene: --- Chapter One: The Test Begins The halls of U.A. High School buzzed as students exchanged whispers about the new combat instructor. Logan's imposing presence had struck a chord deep within the hearts of Class 1-A, and even the most spirited among them, like Bakugo, had been momentarily silent after his introduction. Now, they waited — some anxiously, others with fierce resolve — for their first session under this mysterious warrior. The next day dawned crisp and clear. Morning rays glinted off the windows of the training grounds — or rather, a part of the facility students had rarely entered. It was the “Restricted Training Sector,” typically reserved for upperclassmen or emergency simulations. Aizawa led Class 1-A down the stone path that wound around the school building and stopped at a heavy metal door reinforced with shock-resistant plating. “You’ve trained in controlled environments,” Aizawa said, voice calm but firm. “Today, that changes. What lies behind this door isn’t a battlefield we’ve prepared for you — it’s one Logan designed. Go in expecting to be surprised.” With a click and a hiss of hydraulics, the door creaked open. Inside lay an urban warzone: crumbling buildings, overturned vehicles, smoke machines simulating burning debris, and hidden speakers emitting distant screams and explosions. It was a visceral, immersive replica of an actual crisis. Standing at the center, arms folded, was Logan. “Get in here,” he barked. The class stepped in, eyes scanning the chaos. Even Midoriya’s encyclopedic mind, so used to categorizing threats and building strategies, faltered for a second. Logan began to pace. “This is a simulation based on a real event. A quirk-powered terrorist group attacked a residential district. Civilians were trapped. The pro-heroes were overwhelmed. I’m not interested in who’s the strongest today — I’m interested in who thinks, who acts, and who breaks.” He turned to Aizawa. “They don’t know the rules yet?” Aizawa shook his head. “It’s all yours.” Logan nodded. “You’ll be operating in pairs, randomly assigned. Your job? Locate and evacuate civilians — marked dummies — while avoiding or neutralizing enemy threats. You’ll be scored on strategy, teamwork, and adaptability. Fail to act quickly or put your partner at risk, and you’ll be pulled out.” He paused. “And if you’re thinking this is like the rescue training you’ve done before, think again. This time, the threats fight back.” A panel opened in the wall, revealing humanoid combat drones — tall, heavily armored, some equipped with blunt-force weapons, others with mounted stun guns. A wave of unease rippled through the class. Even Bakugo's confident sneer twitched. Logan raised his voice. “Pairing list is on your comms. You’ve got five minutes. Move.” The students’ wrist-mounted comm devices blinked to life. Midoriya’s eyes scanned the screen. He was paired with Tokoyami. An odd combination — but intriguing. Tokoyami’s strategic darkness paired with Midoriya’s analytical mind might just be the edge they needed. Ochaco had been paired with Bakugo — a combination she clearly didn’t see coming, judging by her visible flinch. Bakugo, for his part, scoffed and turned away, muttering about “not babysitting.” Kirishima found himself with Yaoyorozu. Todoroki, surprisingly, was paired with Mineta — a move that clearly frustrated both of them for different reasons. Logan observed the reactions carefully. Each choice had been intentional. “Simulation starts in three... two... one...” The lights dimmed, the speakers blared the sound of collapsing buildings, and the class scattered into the mock urban warzone. --- Midoriya & Tokoyami “Let’s head east,” Midoriya whispered, crouching behind a collapsed bus. “We need high ground. Maybe from that half-standing apartment building we can get a layout.

Hace diez años, la banda más famosa de la escuela, The Hollow Chords, desapareció de la escena sin dejar rastro. Nadie sabe exactamente qué pasó, pero las teorías van desde traiciones y peleas hasta secretos oscuros que la banda nunca quiso revelar. Para la mayoría, solo es una vieja historia de la escuela, un rumor que quedó enterrado con el tiempo... pero no para Izan, Niko y Hana, tres adolescentes del Club de Fotografía. Oficialmente, se dedican a cubrir eventos y noticias escolares, pero en realidad solo lo hacen por el chisme y los rumores que circulan por los pasillos. Cuando una pista inesperada sobre The Hollow Chords aparece en medio del último día de clases, lo que comenzó como una simple curiosidad se convierte en una investigación de verano. Entre archivos olvidados, entrevistas con exalumnos y extrañas advertencias de quienes parecen querer enterrar la verdad, los tres descubrirán que lo que pasó hace una década fue más que una simple separación. Con cada pieza que encajan, se acercan más a un misterio que alguien quiere mantener oculto. Pero si van a descubrir la verdad, tendrán que estar preparados para lo que The Hollow Chords dejó atrás.

The world of pirates is in an uproar after the death of several significant pirate leaders. A grab for power is underway as the new pirate king moves to conquer the other two domains. The Pirates of the Black Tide risk their necks sailing across the world, hoping to serve fair justice and reset the balance in the Sea Domain before it's too late and war begins. Join the Pirates of the Black Tide as they take the world by storm!

In the raw, unforgiving streets of New York City, seventeen-year-old Britney Germanotta, a talented artist haunted by her alcoholic mother’s neglect, collides with eighteen-year-old Alton Bieber, a scarred dreamer chasing freedom through his music. Their instant connection blossoms into a fierce love, forged in late-night talks, painted walls, and shared songs within Alton’s tiny Bronx apartment—a refuge from their fractured pasts. As they vow to live boldly despite the odds, Alton’s hidden battle with idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis emerges, his cough a harbinger of a fate they can’t outrun. From subway platforms to Harlem rooftops, they burn bright, defying his diagnosis with every kiss and chord, until his rapid decline lands him in a hospice overlooking the Hudson River. In a desperate bid to preserve their bond, Alton records a final song for Britney, a haunting goodbye that echoes their reckless promise.

You know, life is short. But it is also more vast than we could ever imagine. We’re all just simply on a ship alone against the waves of a river with no end in sight, and that… Scares us. Stuck in the riptide, we have no choice but to paddle forward. And yet, as humans, we look for a way out. So instead we paddle right and end up down someone else’s river. It’s empty though, cause they did the same thing you did. Once in a while you’ll find some who paddled left instead of right. Or those who desperately try to paddle back and end up nowhere. But you always end up back on your own river. You may be wondering what I’m trying to say here. The point is, nobody will be there to help you steer your own boat, cause everyone has their own boat to steer. Lonely, isn’t it? But, “there is no absolutely desperate situation in this world. There were only people who despair.” A great poet said that. This is a story of a boy who was afraid of despair. A tale of the 8 sins he committed that brought the world to despair in his place. And the three heads of a lone dragon.

The battlefield was alive with echoes—phantom blades clashing, spectral shields forming in the air. Kai gritted his teeth as his Resonance Construct flickered, his emotions unsteady. The shadow at his feet rippled, whispering to him, urging him to let go. To surrender. His Psyche Alchemy burned hot, anger twisting into raw energy, but if he pushed too far, his soul’s frequency would spiral into chaos. Across from him, Sienna’s melody rang through the air, her Soul Chords weaving a defensive harmony that pulsed against his attacks. He had to stabilize. Had to match her rhythm before the Shade consumed him whole.

This story is about a boy named Kaito Izumi who was abandoned by his parents after he was born because of an affair, He grew up in an orphanage but life was still unfair so he had to escape with his younger brothers and sisters he made in the orphanage as he lives 2 years of crime just to feed his siblings but his life soon changes once he has an encounter with an underground hero

In a world where cultivation is the ultimate pursuit, Void, a being of pure abyssal essence, infiltrates the prestigious Azure Dragon Clan. Unlike typical protagonists, Void seeks not glory or redemption, but absolute domination. Possessing the insidious Abyssal Corruption System, he manipulates minds, corrupts souls, and shatters the very foundations of righteous cultivation. Void's journey is a descent into darkness, a calculated unraveling of moral boundaries. He transforms the noble Lin Hao into a vessel of ruthless ambition, twists the compassionate healer Lan Yue into an instrument of corrupted healing, and turns the very heart of the Azure Dragon Clan against itself. With each corrupted soul, each shattered alliance, Void's power grows, his influence spreading like a plague. As he conquers the neighboring Serpent's Fang Clan through cunning manipulation and brutal exploitation, Void's ambitions expand beyond mere territory. He seeks to corrupt the "Heaven's Chosen," desecrate sacred grounds, and unleash the full potential of the Abyssal Summoning. This is not a tale of heroic ascension, but a chilling chronicle of absolute corruption. Void's path is paved with broken spirits, twisted loyalties, and the chilling realization that true power lies not in righteousness, but in the complete and utter mastery of darkness. In a world teetering on the brink of abyssal chaos, Void's chilling question echoes: can any light withstand the encroaching shadows, or will the world succumb to the absolute reign of corruption?

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

In the bustling city of Port Harcourt, where the symphony of technology harmonizes with the rhythm of nature, a young man named Gary Michael embarks on a captivating journey. His fascination with the precision of gears competes with the unrestrained cadence of his athletic pursuits, creating a dance between two worlds. Port Harcourt's neon-lit skyline paints the backdrop for Gary's dreams of a future intertwined with mechatronics. As he envisions a world where circuits orchestrate progress, his footsteps on the track echo his unwavering devotion to the art of motion. Amidst the city's vibrant energy, an unexpected melody enters Gary's life—Jane. She becomes a significant chord in his symphony, a composition where love interlaces with the gears of ambition. Yet, beneath the glowing skyline, Gary's daring proposal to Jane leads to a different verse. Her gentle rejection casts a shadow on the once-bright notes of his ambitions. As the gears of his academic brilliance falter, transitioning from straight A's to haunting C's, Gary faces a crossroads. Heartbreak rewires the very circuits of his being, disrupting the delicate equilibrium between mechatronics and the sprinter's realm. Resilient in the face of adversity, Gary transforms setbacks into a crescendo, propelling him towards a new movement. The track, once a stage of personal conquest, becomes a path of rediscovery. The journey unfolds as a captivating melody, revealing unexpected harmonies in Gary's pursuit of reconciliation between love, ambition, and self-discovery. Port Harcourt anticipates the performance of a lifetime, where the sounds of gears and the rhythm of stride converge to create a masterpiece resonating far beyond the city limits.

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Emilia Carter is a rising artist whose vibrant paintings mask the wounds of a past she keeps hidden. Her work captivates the world, but behind the gallery walls, she struggles to reconcile her fear of vulnerability with the longing to be truly seen. When Jaden Knight, a sharp-witted businessman with his own guarded heart, steps into her life, Emilia finds herself drawn into a connection she can’t explain—or resist. Jaden isn’t the type to fall for anyone, least of all someone like Emilia. Yet her art strikes a chord in him that he can’t ignore. Beneath her tough exterior, he sees a kindred spirit, someone who hides just as much as he does. But Jaden has his own complications—a dark secret that threatens to unravel everything they’ve built. As their lives collide, Emilia and Jaden must confront their fears, their pasts, and the undeniable force pulling them together. Love, they discover, is not just a feeling; it’s an element—one that can transform or destroy, depending on how much they’re willing to surrender. Will love heal their broken pieces, or will the weight of their secrets tear them apart?

Tarry Lyme stands on the edge of a rooftop, her heart heavy with despair. Convinced that ending her life will bring her freedom from the pain she can no longer bear, she prepares to let go. But before she can take the final step, a mysterious girl appears from the shadows, sitting silently on the rooftop. The girl speaks softly, sharing her own struggles: abandoned since birth, battling cancer, and living without family or protection. Her words strike a chord in Tarry, who realizes she is not alone in her suffering. When Tarry finally asks the girl’s name, she replies, “I don’t have one.” Yet, with a gentle smile, she takes Tarry’s hand and helps her down from the ledge. In that moment, a fragile bond is formed. As they spend time together, Tarry names the girl “Byne,” inspired by the brightness of the stars. Together, they rediscover fleeting moments of happiness—running along the shore, feeling the wind, and marveling at the beauty of the waves. But the truth emerges: Byne is not real. She is a manifestation of Tarry’s inner strength, a part of herself she thought was lost to the shadows of depression. Through Byne, Tarry learns that even in her darkest moments, hope and resilience still linger within her. This is a story of self-discovery, healing, and the quiet strength that can arise when we choose life over despair.

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A skilled surfing instructor, Amy had heroically rescued Milo Blake from a dangerous riptide. As a result, he was deeply grateful to her and couldn't resist spending time with her on the beach. Their mutual attraction quickly grew into a fiery romance, with each day filled with passionate moments of longing and desire. They knew their time together was limited but determined to make the most of it. However, Amy kept a secret from Milo - a past she feared would make him question their relationship. As their time together drew close, she struggled with whether or not to reveal her secret.

A team that started with 4 friends, The League, team up in New York and have to protect the world from one of the most dangerous villains. This team contains people with special abilities. The League creates a wider Multiverse and the team expands. Later on, they have to work with 5 different teams from 5 different universes to find ways to defeat the master of all universes from finding the chord and destroying the Multiverse forever LEGEND COMICS TM PRODUCTIONS

After his untimely demise from tripping on the chord of his electric guitar, Songwriter James Grawder Finds himself in an empty, marbled room, with the title of [Reincarnator] With many worlds and species to explore and impossible requirements to be met just to continue reincarnating, James will have to force his will forward and try his hardest to survive, sacrificing his own wants, for his needs. This story's premise is heavily inspired by "The many lives of Cadence Lee". Mainly, copying the "incarnator chamber" idea. Otherwise, I make no attempt to copy vladerag's work.

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