Fog Esports

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

In the kingdom of Elarion, shadows are not just reflections of form—they are the tether between a soul and the Etherflow, the source of all magic. Without shadows, a person is considered untethered, unnatural, and dangerous. This belief has led to the persecution of the Hollowborn—children born without shadows. Branded as cursed, they are often shunned or abandoned, leaving most to live in secrecy. But when an ancient darkness begins to stir—known only as the Shade King—the Hollowborn are revealed to be the key to an old prophecy: “Only those untethered by shadow may walk where light does not reign.” This marks the beginning of a race against time to prevent the Shade King’s awakening and the spread of his consuming black fog, which devours entire lands and erases all memory of what once was. In the forgotten kingdom of Elarion, where magic once flowed as freely as the rivers, a strange affliction begins to spread: children are being born without shadows. These "Hollowborn," as they are called, are feared by their own families and whispered to be cursed harbingers of a coming darkness. When 17-year-old Leora, a Hollowborn who has hidden her lack of a shadow for years, witnesses her village swallowed whole by a pitch-black fog, she learns the truth—the Hollowborn are not the cause of the darkness, but its only defense. The fog is the work of the Shade King, an ancient entity imprisoned beneath the earth who now seeks to break free and consume the world. With a band of unlikely allies—a rogue scholar who speaks to spirits, a disgraced knight seeking redemption, and a Hollowborn boy who can steal light—Leora embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the origins of the Shade King and awaken the long-lost magic of the Shadowbinders. But as the darkness creeps closer, Leora begins to question: if the Hollowborn are the key to saving Elarion, why do the shadows themselves whisper her name? **** the first few chapters would mostly be an intro, sort of.

Orson, a disgraced former eSports champion, finds himself reborn on the opening day of Infinite Dimensions, a hyper-realistic virtual reality game that secretly doubles as humanity’s last line of defense against alien forces. Armed with memories of the future and a god-tier talent that grants him infinite range with every monster slain, Orson is no ordinary mage—he’s a walking artillery unit, capable of taking down bosses from miles away. Determined to rewrite his tragic past, protect those he failed, and rise to the top, Orson dives into the game with one goal: to turn his newfound powers into unstoppable strength. But as he grows stronger, enemies emerge, and the countdown to reality and the virtual world merging looms closer. Can Orson secure his place as the ultimate long-range mage and survive the deadly trials that await? In Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage, the only limit is how far he’s willing to shoot.

A dimly lit urban street at night, shrouded in fog, with a lone detective silhouetted under a flickering streetlamp. The atmosphere is moody and suspenseful, evoking a noir-inspired mystery. Shadows and faint outlines of buildings add to the intrigue. Inspired from the wits of Sherlock. Story Written by RK.

In the world of Junosa, monsters that had predated civilization exists beneath the soils humanity walks on. The Dungeon. A fathomless place where these dangerous creatures ran amok. For centuries, humanity ventured out the outlandish underworld, hoping to put a wall between their worlds, and perhaps bring stories of conquest and glory. Monster hunters with their gifted ability from the gods called Tezhe, were able to contend with the monsters, bringing harmony and progress upon their world. Every decade, however, a new wave of monster outbreak would ascend the dungeon boundary and lay havoc on their lands. For Mettel, a normal boy living on the surface–the monsters was a far off dream. However, when the White Void, the Hydra Ithivora, destroyed his village by passing, everything in his life had changed. With a miracle, he'd survived. But it wasn't the end of it–one day, a transparent rectangular box magically appeared in his vision. .... Within the dark deep dungeons, a helpless worker bee was born. His name was Robert, he was sure he was still sleeping but what are these words popping up in front of his view like game-system prompts? MoPako System? Species name: Mel Apis Infans? Also why does his body feel... weird? The last thing he remembered was conversing with a certain prophet. Said something like being reborn and hoping for me to have a good life. Now what in the hell is this? Why is a monstrous humongous worker bee being eaten by an even more monstrous massive centipede?!? Reincarnated individual number 1: Robert Aphens ..... In the embrace of the shadow depths, an egg buried within the sand cracked to reveal a hatchling spider. "Huh, where am I? Where is this? Cough!" It's so goddamn dark in this place! Ow. She hit her head. What are her legs sticking onto? Wait, eight legs? Then a message prompt appeared in front of her, the MoPako System. Species name: Misumena Dumu. Skills: Webbing, Bite, Grasp. Then there were the creepy scene of other eggs the size of half an adult cracking only for equally as big colorful spiders to come out. Sadly, she just has to look up to see an all-pervading fog consuming them as they disappeared to nothingness. Okay, starting out big aren't we? A monstrous entity hidden in the fog that's likely beyond my imagination, check. Time to run. Reincarnated individual number 2: Aoi Nagase

As a transmigrator turned extraordinary creature of the human race, he found the world to be more colorful than he had imagined. To more easily access everything this new realm had to offer, he first needed a special resume. Then, he had to find the right place in a city perennially shrouded in fog to fill out an application, and the last and most critical step... — was to kill a chicken or catch a mouse.

``` Um pesquisador apaixonado e amante das artes marciais e esportes de combate se vê reencarnado em um mundo fantástico de Arte Marcial. Não mais acorrentado pela doença que afligia seu corpo na Terra, ele decidiu dedicar seu corpo, coração, mente e alma a se tornar um Artista Marcial. O que acontece quando um homem da Terra encontra um mundo sobrenatural? O que acontece quando a ciência encontra a fantasia? Siga Rui em sua jornada pelo Caminho Marcial em um mundo de fantasias e provações. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Por favor, apoie o romance com power stones, comentários, avaliações e presentes para atualizações mais frequentes. Mesmo o menor apoio faz mais por mim do que você pode imaginar. Junte-se ao servidor do Discord do romance: https://discord.gg/6HTFRFQh8G Arte por: https://digitalrowye.com/ ```

In the midst of World War I, a mysterious event occurs on the battlefield, shrouding 800 soldiers in a fog that never clears, leaving not a trace behind. This enigma sets the stage for a tale that spans centuries and continents, weaving together the fates of two seemingly unrelated individuals.

Lin Yun, an ordinary programmer in his thirties, worked tirelessly for a meager salary. Tragically, he met his untimely demise while working overtime at an exploitative company. Unexpectedly, he woke up in the body of his younger self. However, he soon discovered that the world he had arrived in was completely different from Earth. The technology in some aspects was outdated, reminiscent of the late 1990s on Earth. A smartphone was simply a fantasy, and the mobile internet was still in its infancy. The most popular game was a simple block-stacking game. Upon realizing this, Lin Yun became ecstatic. The once-subsided flame of ambition in his heart was reignited. Since the God of Transmigration had bestowed this precious opportunity upon him, he would live his life to the fullest and fulfill all the dreams he had in his previous life! Just as Lin Yun's mind drifted into a bright future, a cold voice suddenly resounded in his mind... [Ding! Technology Library System has been activated!] ——————————————————————— ——————————————————————— DISCLAIMER: This book is purely based on the author's imagination. Everything here—names, businesses, places, and any resemblances to actual persons or companies—has nothing to do with our real-life world. The author hopes that everyone can understand this point. The story of the book will focus on how the protagonist builds his tech empire, which heavily involves his daily life and relationships with other people. It will not only focus on the tech side but also include the entertainment industry, esports, games, and the pharmaceutical industry. The author aims to provide a slice-of-life story that is easy to read and enjoy. The goal is to allow readers to relax and immerse themselves in the comfortable vibe of the story. There won't be any politics, nationalism, or typical assassination attempts. Readers can rest assured. Lastly, readers should refrain from applying common sense or logic from the real world to this fictional world.

Average is what best could be described as lyria's life or could have been. If she never had seen that man's life along with his world. It taught about the mystic and the dangers of the void fog along with the cult that praised the shroud, as it bends to there aid. A God from these memories seems set on trying to push a great burden on her. All while Her older sister is hiding more than just her love life. Everything will come ahead whithin the endless pitch black of the void fog as it seeks to enshroud all that remains. ----------- This my first attempt at putting one of my stories lodged in my head out there to read. On further note I will try to add the right tags before I get to certain points, but no guarantees so enjoy whats here. I also do appreciate any statements made about the my writing. Sincerely, this Author.

Meilin, a rising Esports player, is prophesied to destroy the Faerie Realm alongside the deadly demon king, Feng Deming. But what happens when Ningshun, her charming teammate with an equally inevitable fate and a mystery of his own past, steps into her life and disrupts her destiny? Matian Meilin is an 18-year-old girl with a passion for gaming. Her life takes a turn when she joins a popular Esports team—Solaris—whose mischievous leader, Ningshun, easily takes her heart away, making her yearn for something more between them. But he's a man of many mysteries, and his past carries a dangerous secret about his connection to Meilin. One day, she finds herself bound to a handsome tyrant, a visitor from another world and the ruler of the Astaran realm, Feng Deming, whose mission is to overthrow the 'gods' and conquer all realms upon his return. Will Feng Deming overthrow the Faerie Realm? And is Ningshun's connection to Meilin purely coincidental?

In a small coastal town plagued by mysterious disappearances, Lena, a young journalist, returns to her childhood home to investigate the strange events that have haunted the town for decades. As she unravels old family secrets and uncovers long-buried truths, she begins to suspect that the town’s dark past isn’t just history—it’s alive, and it’s watching her. But the deeper she digs, the closer she comes to a terrifying revelation that might change everything she thought she knew about herself, her family, and the town she once thought safe. The story follows Lena’s journey as she races against time to uncover the truth before it’s too late—and before the town swallows her whole. Excerpt: The fog rolled in from the sea, thick and suffocating, shrouding the streets of Nightfall in an eerie quiet. Lena stood at the edge of the town’s old pier, staring out into the churning water below. The whispers had grown louder since she returned—voices in the wind, flickering lights in the abandoned houses. The townspeople said nothing, but they watched her with wary eyes, their gazes filled with something more than suspicion. “Not everyone leaves Nightfall the same way they came,” a voice whispered from behind her. She didn’t need to turn to know who it was. It was the same warning she had heard as a child. The one that still haunted her dreams.

Inside a quiet pavilion located inside one of the Heavenly Sky Kingdom’s four largest cultivation sects, a young man slowly opened his eyes with a helpless expression as he gazed down towards the fog located at the base of the mountain that the pavilion was located on top of. Not only was he the youngest Core Elder in the history of a large cultivation sect, but he was also someone who had transmigrated over with a system! The system in question wanted him to train up disciples and in turn help him get stronger! But there was one major problem in all of this… He didn’t have any disciples! Ding~! Talk about great timing... ____________________________ Release Schedule: 7-14 chapters a week ____________________________ If you are interested in LitRPG, I'm writting another novel called [Reincarned as a Lizard]. A side novel, I write on it when I need something other than Xianxia.

Rudra was in the middle of his morning exercise, the rhythmic thud of his feet on the ground and the cool morning air clearing his mind. But his routine was abruptly interrupted by a sound that sent a chill down his spine—the piercing wail of the base siren. That siren only meant one thing: enemy jets were closing in on Indian airspace. Rudra was the first to engage the income Pakistani jets, locking onto an F-16. His MiG might have been old, but in his hands, it was deadly. His first missile found its mark, taking down one of the Pakistani jets. He quickly locked onto a second F-16, but this time, the enemy pilot deployed flares, deflecting the missile. As Rudra maneuvered for another strike, Captain Jorawar’s F-16 swooped in. Rudra managed to avoid the missile fired by Jorawar with a rapid maneuver, but the intense move took a toll on his aging MiG—his engine caught fire, and alarms began blaring in the cockpit. He ejected just in time, but disaster struck—his parachute caught fire, leaving him falling fast towards the earth. As Rudra fell, the cold wind whipping against his face, his life flashed before his eyes—not just the battles and the glory, but the regrets that weighed heavy on his heart. In those final moments, a thought gripped him: if somehow, by some miracle, I survive this... if I get another chance... I will live my life to the fullest. It wasn’t just about duty anymore; it was about making amends, about healing the wounds that time and circumstance had torn open. His mind turned to his foster family—the people who had taken him in after he lost his parents at the age of four. Commander Karanveer Batra, his father's friend, had raised him like his own son, alongside his own children. Yet, despite all the love they had given him, a distance had grown between them. The estrangement had left a scar on his mind, one that made him realize the difference between true blood and a foster family. The girl he had once loved, with all the intensity of a young heart, had ended up marrying his foster brother. She had become his sister-in-law, and Rudra had never dated anyone after that. The pain of that unrequited love had strained his relationship with his brother, and by extension, with his foster father and sister. He could still see his foster father's disappointed, pained face and his sister's helpless, sad eyes. If I survive... I’ll make things right, he vowed. I’ll repair those bonds, and I’ll create a family of my own—a family that I can truly call my own. As these thoughts filled his mind, a strange calm settled over him, and slowly, the world around him faded away. In the distance, the reinforcements from Jamnagar arrived, forcing Jorawar and his squadron to retreat. But for Rudra, the battle was over. What went unnoticed, however, was that Rudra's body had fallen onto the ancient steps of a Shiva temple, believed to be self-manifested. The temple stood silent and untouched, yet from within its depths, a thick, unnatural fog began to seep out, swirling with purpose as it crept closer to his still form—its intent unknown, its origin a mystery. Squadron Leader Rudra Pratap was born in 1992. At 32 years old, he had never married, dedicating his life to duty. And this seemed to be the end of his story... or perhaps, the beginning of something new. Follow Rudra on his journey as he defies fate, transforming from a patriotic soldier into a shrewd and calculating businessman. Watch as he not only reshapes his own life, but alters the balance of global power in his relentless pursuit of success. .................................................. #India 2 Chapters/Week

Johan thought he knew monotony—long hours at work, nights spent solo gaming. But when he's summoned to Eosdadalon, a world of magic, his friends are hailed as the Heroes of Prophecy, while Johan is cast aside, deemed unworthy. Stumbling upon the mysterious Sanity System, a power unlike anything the heroes possess, Johan's path veers into the unknown. Meanwhile, the Penumbra—a pitch-black fog consuming everything in its path—creeps across the land, threatening to engulf the world. Outside the prophecy, with no place in its story, Johan must carve out his own path, unlocking the full potential of the Sanity System to help save a world that may never accept him. His journey is no longer about being a hero but about survival. ------------------------------------------------------------------ I'm currently updating In-Sanity System weekly with multiple chapters, but if this story gains more traction, I'll happily update more. Your support makes all the difference—so please don't forget to leave comments and reviews, give power stones, and let me know what you think! Every bit of feedback helps this story grow!

There is a special team operating in the shadows in the sprawling, fog-enshrouded city of Cinderfire. They’re known as the Ninth Division, a covert unit within the police force tasked with investigating the unexplained and the cases that ordinary officers can’t handle, where the rules of the supernatural apply. A hardened guerilla fighter and the team's newest member, is about to get his first taste of what lurks in the city's dark corners.

In the depths of Atheria’s Forest, Arbor — a lazy, fox-like humanoid — wants nothing more than peace. A quiet life collecting odd rocks and chasing pleasant dreams is all they’ve ever asked for. But fate rarely listens. Their nights are plagued by twisted dreams of stars, tar, and snapping teeth. Their days are no better, spent training as a mage to join a Legion they never asked to be part of. Worse still, their memories are a haze, with no clear answer as to how they ended up here. Every day is a drag, but somewhere in the fog of their mind, a spark of hope remains — a hope to make sense of it all. But unseen forces are moving in the shadows. Dark creatures stir, ancient plots unfold, and something hungry watches from the edges of their dreams. Arbor's world is changing, and whether they like it or not.

Mr. Rutherford is the great bright master who possesses all powers of immortality. He calls himself a god and thinks that the whole world belongs to him. He only need one step to reach an invincible level where all the world will crash in his presence. Not until, the descendants of Black Dragon clan were born in Kenneth's family. They possesses mighty powers of fire and water, but their powers only works when they are together since they were born twins. The journey begins when, Glynn and Glenys separated at birth due to the greediness of Fernando, the devil blood sucker. ***** "Now, it's time. I came to take you. From now on, you can't continue to survive in this world. You'll be taken between death and life. If your twins never gets to meet each other, you'll never come back to life. You'll remain in my hell forever." The bright master broke into laughter and disappeared in an eerie fog with Helen. Will the twins ever meet, after they grew up separately without knowing the existence of one another?

In this sadistic and cruel world, you will find people of many different characters. People who take, people who give, people with great ambition, people who just want to live a simple life, people with greed, people with benevolence, and so on. Each character has their own goals, their own way of living, and their own way of enjoying life. The question Is: what will you do, the 'BEARER OF FATE'? A mysterious boy, Nayek, had a wild and unsettling nightmare one night. A strange, odd voice asked him a peculiar question that lingered in his mind, and he suddenly woke up with cold sweat all over his face and a mild headache that seemed unnatural. Was it just a dream or a sign of the near future? Nayek couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Meanwhile, at the same time, in a mysterious place fully surrounded by a thick, impenetrable fog, two unknown individuals discussed a certain promise and the unusual behavior of some stars. Their conversation was obscure, yet filled with an air of urgency. Was it just a coincidence, or were the two events somehow connected? To learn more about Nayek's journey and the mysterious forces at play, read "The Promise That Never Ends".

“Everyone’s life is like a canvas. It is how they choose to paint them” Those words stuck with me and I try my best to paint the most beautiful painting on my canvas. Wang Chaihong has spent her entire life chasing a dream—to stand among the best in the male-dominated world of professional esports. As a female player in the China scene, she’s constantly battling more than just her opponents. Dismissive teammates, biased casters, and an unforgiving online audience test her resilience at every turn. But when one tournament match ended in controversy, Chaihong's career was in jeopardy. With her reputation in shambles and her confidence at an all-time low, she’s left with one question: can she fight her way back?

Ann Eleanor Dahlia Alvador Justice's past is a blank slate. Her future is as uncertain as the harmattan fog that clouds the horizon. But vengeance is clear. Strength is necessary. Power is inevitable. To reclaim the title that was once hers, she must walk a path paved with secrets, blood, and betrayal. Her heart is hardened, her resolve unshakable — until fate binds her to a man with eyes as cold as the shadows they both seek to escape. "What if you are unable to pay?" he asked, amusement barely concealed in his voice. Her gaze didn’t falter. "Then I would pay back with my body and soul." Their fates tangle in a dance of desire and deceit, and with every buried secret that rises to the surface, she realizes one chilling truth: the past never stays buried. Old enemies return. New betrayals unfold. And as the echoes of her forgotten life threaten to consume her, she faces a choice — become the prey or embrace the predator within. This time, she won’t run. This time, she’ll reign.

Honey is an Ex Esports pro in VRMMORPGs. Taken out due to her dominant demeanor, she was outcasted despite her skills. She was too Dominant For the shier men around her in the leagues. Her once-promising career ended, and she Started Sleep Streaming to make ends meet as her parents continued to profit off her previous career in gaming. She now hopes to change it all with the new Gabin Corporations VRMMORPG Galaxy Online. A game set in a new Universe that they have taken years to build and create with the latest and greatest VR technology and Artificial Intelligence. Join Honey as she tries to recreate her Career as Sleepy Wonder in Galaxy Online. This Story does contain 18+ content and Erotic sex scenes. There is gore in some scenes, and the story is not meant for those under the age of 18. Please be advised.

Xiao Yi "Frost" was only 15 years old when he entered an esports team alongside his childhood friends. He was the youngest person to win the world championship trophy. And then, his team disbanded and he disappeared. [@X-Frost: I'm retired!] [@Everyone else: Did we consent to that? Get back here.] Frost left the esports world, and four years later there was a boy with light blue eyes who always slept on his brother's stream dubbed "Sleeping God". Schedule is Monday and Friday. Early releases and version 2 edits are available on Patreon.

Imagine a shonen sports story. But, it’s not about baseball or soccer. No, this one is about playing a MOBA video game! And no, it’s neither League of Legends nor DotA. A BRAND NEW ORIGINAL MOBA, the one MOBA to rule them all - Classmancers! The game has become so big, that even schools recognize it as a sport. They even allow students to participate in Classmancers clubs and compete against other schools! Who will be the one going to nationals!? ------------------------------------- For Yuel, a team sport is like a chessboard that comes to life. There’s no greater fun than deconstructing every opponent and predicting twenty of their moves in advance. And, Classmancers is the ideal stage for such psychological warfare, for it’s a sport in which game theory reigns supreme. At least, usually, it does. There are also goofs like Lars, who got -200 IQ, yet boast godlike mechanical skill that triumphs against all odds. He’s like your typical OPMC which a cheat, except the cheat does nothing for his intellect. Yuel and Lars are like water and fire. In other words, 100% compatible! That’s why they form an unlikely duo and set out to dominate Classmancers’ competitive scene! However, to challenge their OPness, the two will run into rivals who are just as OP! Some of them will turn their teammates immune to Yuel’s psychological attacks, while others will redirect Lars’s almighty strength against himself. In this harsh environment, the two will keep struggling, struggling, and struggling some more, following their promise to reach the pro scene. ------------------------------------- NOTE: Since the site doesn't support italics yet, I'll be using [text] tags for thoughts in this version of the story. If you're enjoying the story, please upvote it on TopWebFiction! http://topwebfiction.com/vote.php?for=classmancers RELEASE SCHEDULE: Monday. One chapter a week. GAME WIKI: https://classmancers.wikia.com/ HOMEPAGE: https://darkclaymore.wordpress.com/classmancers/ PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/darkclaymore You can read up to 3 chapters ahead on Patreon.

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

This was an era where everyone can make the simulations throughout various time and space worlds to obtain a evolution path and magic futher to acquire power. At the age of 16 years old, everyone would receive Life Record Grimoire, which would grant them two free simulations. During the free simulations, They had to break the power of life script of their simulated life as to achieve a good result in simulations. Otherwise, the result of failing to achieve it would be them loosing the power of Life Record Grimoire forever as the power of chaos fog slowly corrupt their body, mind and soul, eventually turning into the creatures which obey the command of chaos fog. Evan, who transmigrated to this era, failed his first simulation. During his second simulation, by chance, he acquired a permanent SSS-rank talent - Redeem Information. Evan’s first life: [When you were two, you were kidnapped, raised by a group of criminals. When you were 15, you accidently killed a person during participating in robbery. When you were 18, you died of police encounter.] Lin Qiye commanded, “The Foresight of Divine, deduce for me a way to transcend this life.” [Congratulations for defying the life script and successfully changing your fate. You acquired S rank in your evaluation. Your rewards are…] … His second life: [When you were 15, the mana on Earth rejuvenated. You did not awaken any talent while your childhood best friend achieved outstanding attainments with her awakened talent. When you were 16, you were killed by a stranger.] Evan summoned, “The Foresight of Divine!” [You carefully made plans before the mana rejuvenated. Because of this, you defied the life script and successfully changed your fate. You acquired S rank in your evaluation. Your rewards are…]

In a world where reality is warped and blood stains the ground, the crash of a mysterious spaceship seventy years ago birthed a generation that knows only terror and despair. Anomalies have twisted the landscape into a living nightmare, where death is ever-present and the air is thick with the stench of decay. The survivors, born into this unforgiving hell, are driven by a desperate need to uncover the dark secrets of their origins. With every step, they delve deeper into a world shrouded in fog, where the line between life and death is razor-thin, and hope is a distant memory

In an era omitted from history , there exists a forgotten fragment of fate, lost amidst the currents of time. It seeks to unravel the enigmatic mysteries of the world, plunging into the forgotten remnants of the obscure past that is shrouded in a layer of thick impenetrable fog, making it difficult to unveil and comprehend the encroaching future.... Divinations,revalations,ancient artifacts, potions,realms/domains,authority,hexes, scorned by the world reviled by society and condemned by the heavens themselves this is the tale of the forgotten fate

Amara Grey is a girl living in the city of Eldren, where strange occurrences are happening, such as rivers glowing at night and unexplained disappearances. She is also haunted by strange dreams, in which a silver key, an endless hallway, and a voice calling her name in a language she doesn't understand appear. One day, while standing on the pier in the fog, Amara encounters a mysterious figure dressed in a black cloak, who tells her that she holds the key and must find the gate before it finds her. After this encounter, Amara becomes determined to seek answers to the questions surrounding the key and the gate, even though she doesn't fully understand the dangers that lie ahead.

Blood was splattered everywhere, while rotting corpses are littered and limping on the spacious red ground. A slow walks echo through that open space, A knight with Silver Blue armor slowly throded into the blood soaked ground which a figure could be seen kneeling on the ground. Then he sheath his sharp swords, pointing at the figure that are now beyond abomination. He have met this monster from before, when he just started to participate in the wars, when he is still young and naive. This is the monster called abyss lord, the one that made the bloodshed with rain of blood and mountain of human corpse, that day the monster just laughing maniacally and sinisterly mocking the human. But now this monster are kneeling and crawling in front of him, just like an insect. "Any last word Amon?" l "Hahaha, I never thought that the boy than run likes are coward that day someday reclaim this head of mine" l "Rein Von Silvanne, why do you still serve the empire after suffering so much?" l "The Empire and the abyss sanction are just a plain of the same card, both have it's own agenda" But Rein just replied coldly, his deep blue eyes glaring from his head visor. "I don't care about the empire nor the abyss sanction, you are the reason why I lost some of the people that give me hope and will to live in this world" l "I see, you are truly something, you held enough power for conquest and conquering, yet you still linger for simple thing such as emotions" l "This why I still retain my humanity and not succumbed to temptation to turns into the monster" within a split second the heads of the abyss lord called Amon are cuts of clean from its body, which in turns spurts bloods around it and slowly soaks the ground with purple red blood, while headless body limp to the ground with a thud While, the knight just slowly turns his back, facading into the thick fog, while some words from him still echoes around. 'I am a fang that bore feracaciously towards flesh and bones of its prey' l 'no matter who the prey are, Neixx Empire or even Abyss Sanction, they shall succumb to it's mouth' l The 1st wars that have lasted for two years between the Neixx Empire and Abyss Sanction, ended when the Blue Fang, one of the most feracacious and vicious beast like figure, behead the 1st Sanction Abyss Lord, Amon. ..... After, fighting for two consecutive war, Rein finally reach the limits of its body, and it is time for him to find his own happiness. But when he thought everything will be over when the Abyss Sanction have been defeated, he learns the truth regarding the real reason for the Abyss Sanction for Invading from the mouth of an assassin. Because it's more than a political move, because more mystery are yet to be revealed by either side. And he also learn the truth on why he have been marked by the Empire 10 years ago. But he only knows this when he was about to exhaust his lifespan. (Can he survive his predicament?) (Can he uncovers the whole truth) (Can he return and retain his happiness?) (And most of all, why did he get marked by the empire or why did the abyss sanction invaded) (Read to find out more) ..…........................................................ Authors Note : Quack..Quack..Ducky here, thanks for taking the time to read my first ever book. I know it have its own shortcoming and error, I just noticed lately that I have been neglecting a good foundation for my books which is, "it should be readable, whether the sentences, grammar or even paragraphing", I am sory for my mistake, I'll take note of that and do better. Well, I just finished editing just now and, hopefully it makes the experience much better. Currently I am quite busy, with two other upcoming books, but worry not, I'll update this novel ASAP. Thank you for reading my babling, CHOU and PEACE!!!