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Kaiell, a young worker on the mining colony Rust-12, dreams of joining Kruger’s Elites, humanity’s top defense against the nightmarish Voidlings. Orphaned young and raised by his uncle Sloan—who died in a mining accident—Kaiell has spent years working in ore processing while training for the brutal recruitment trials. With his last shift behind him, he boards a shuttle to Kruger Academy, leaving behind his harsh world in pursuit of a greater destiny.

Jasmine Carter pressed her back against the cold stone wall, her breath shallow, her heart hammering violently in her chest. The dimly lit warehouse smelled of rust and old wood, the air thick with the scent of something far worse—blood. She barely dared to peek past the crates stacked beside her, their shadows swallowing her small frame. But the sounds... God, the sounds were enough to paint a vivid picture. Thud. A strangled cry followed—a raw, agonized sound that sent a shiver down her spine. Jasmine squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to stay silent. How many times had she heard that already? A weak, broken voice whimpered, “P-please… I-I’ll do anything. Just don't kill me I have a wife and kids". Silence stretched for a moment. Then, a voice—smooth, patient, almost kind. “Then start talking.” Jasmine knew that voice. The man standing in the middle of this bloodstained floor, the man coaxing information from his victim as if they were sharing pleasantries over dinner...That man was Lucas Salvatore. And she he was her crush

The entire planet was dragged into a mysterious space known as the "Civilization Trial," with various apocalyptic trials following one after another. The crisis began with a parasitic threat, parasitic monsters silently replacing humans, and no one knew whether their relatives, friends, or comrades-in-arms had been masquerading as monsters. As everyone was steeped in deep fear, Shen Hao stared blankly at something extra that appeared before him. [Civilization Trial Cheats Collection] Begin with a mandatory draw of a Red Mythical Talent, friend-or-foe marking map, loot box probability adjustment, points acquisition multiplied by a hundred... Monster: "Run! This civilization is cheating!!!"

STARBORN RENEGADES: ANTHEM OF THE FLAWED WHEN COSMIC CHAINS BIND THE FLAWED, WE SHATTER FATE WITH OUR IMPERFECTIONS. In the star-strewn void, Gene Accords dictate existence: the genetically "perfect" rule, while the Flawed face exile, execution, or recycling as living fuel. Under the banner of "Order," the Doctrine Conclave enforces this divine purge. HAYATE: THE COURIER OF CURSED STARLIGHT A rogue deliveryman navigating galactic fringes, Hayate carries two legacies: A rusted wrench inherited from his grandfather. The Stardust Eye embedded in his right socket—a curse granting fragmented precognition at the cost of erasing his most cherished memories. His latest job? Transporting the Conclave’s most wanted contraband: Rin, a living weapon. RIN: THE CRYSTAL BLADE OF CHAOS Her left arm pulses with Quantum Corruption, a crystalline force that severs Gene Accords. Each slash devours her existence, atomizing her soul to stardust. Labeled "Project CRY-VΩ7", she’s a relic the Conclave has hunted for millennia. Now, Hayate becomes her final courier—and unwitting shield. THE HUNT BEGINS When Conclave warships descend, the duo flees to the Liar’s Ocean, a cursed expanse drowning in forbidden history. But after Hayate touches a derelict Gene Forge, his Stardust Eye ignites, revealing a harrowing vision: —HE WILL BECOME THE CONCLAVE’S ULTIMATE EXECUTIONER, ANNIHILATING THE FLAWED. Meanwhile, Rin uncovers her origin in the wreckage of an ancient ark. A shattered datachain reveals her wrist tattoo’s truth: CRY-VΩ7 isn’t a serial number—it’s a weapons protocol. She’s not human. She’s a program. FATE OR REBELLION? Hayate’s choice: Submit to the genetic chains foretold by his cursed eye—or break reality to forge a new path. Rin’s truth: Is she a blight to erase, or the key to shattering the Accords?

In a world where magic is currency and the magically gifted reign supreme, Erin is nothing. Born without a shred of power in a society that discards the weak, Erin spends his days hauling demon carcasses for copper coins—just enough to keep his sharp-witted elder sister Aria in school and their dying father alive. But when his father collapses from the same sickness that stole their mother, Erin’s fragile world crumbles. With no money for medicine and Aria’s future slipping away, he gambles on the one path left: the Trials of Ascension, a brutal gauntlet where the magically elite compete for glory in the Overlord’s three legendary orders—the cunning Vigil, the unyielding Sentinels, and the shadowed Wardens. Armed with a rusted shovel, his father’s cryptic pendant, and a rage that burns hotter than any spell, Erin enters a world of glittering nobles and lethal trials designed to break the powerless. But in a system rigged to favor magic, his greatest weapon isn’t strength. It’s defiance. Can a gravedigger outlast mages born to rule? Or will the weight of a magicless existence bury him first? A storm of grit, sacrifice, and brotherly love. For fans of Black Clover, where the overlooked rise to shatter the chains of a broken world.

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

75 years ago. That was when the world came to a close end. Portals filled the atmosphere, from them rust dust showered the earth. Causing what is known as the Age of Rusting......

When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother’s remote house in Canada to settle its affairs, she expects dust and silence. Instead, she finds a relic of the past—a rotary phone in the attic that inexplicably rings despite being unplugged. Against her better judgment, she answers. On the other end is Ellie, a frightened girl claiming she is hiding somewhere in the very same house—but in 1999. A masked man with a burlap-covered face and a rusted knife is hunting her. At first, Mara dismisses the calls as a cruel prank or a lingering symptom of her childhood trauma. But soon, reality itself begins to shift. Muddy footprints appear on the hardwood floor when no one is there. Familiar objects rearrange themselves into echoes of her past. A fresh scar forms on her arm, mirroring the injuries Ellie describes in real time. The deeper she digs, the more the house tightens its grip, twisting time and memory until past and present blur into one waking nightmare. As the calls grow more desperate, Mara realizes the masked figure may not be a stranger—it may be something far worse: a manifestation of her father’s grief and rage, shaped by loss and twisted by time. Old diaries appear, filled with entries she doesn’t remember writing. Visions of a childhood she thought she had buried claw their way back into her mind. Trapped in a house that refuses to let go, Mara must unravel the truth before she becomes just another ghost of its history. But even if she breaks the cycle, some echoes never truly fade.

Fairy tales lie. They say heroes stumble into magic, awaken cheat powers, earn harem loyalty by breathing — and ascend. No pain. No cost. Just a system. SSS-ranked skills. Infinite mana. Some get hit by Truck-kun and wake up as Overlords. In their old worlds? Nobodies. Nerds. Doormats. Here? Instant legends. Because effort is optional when fate kisses your butt. His classmates? Yeah, they got it all. Powers. Titles. Stats. Gods bowing to their potential. But Adam? Adam got something else. Not glory. Not guidance. Not even a dammit tutorial. Just rust. Wounds. Hunger. And a world that greeted him with silence — and teeth. No system. No chosen path. Only the will to crawl forward while everything around him breaks. In this cold dark universe, gods may rule — but monsters survive. And Adam? Adam will survive it all. Through the Distant Universe.

``` Debt, economic decline, immigration; hippies, anti-government, freedom. At the end of the 1980s, a wave of change encompassed a country boy from the Rust Belt. As the gate for upward mobility was on the verge of closing, he struggled to move forward. College, Silicon Valley, entrepreneurship; HP, Apple, Microsoft. To become part of the 1%, or even 0.1%, he sacrificed a lot, but also gained a lot. ```

In a world where shadows lurk unseen, Paritraan is not your typical hero. Born from loss and forged in hardship, he abandoned his dreams to support his struggling family—only to lose everything. Left broken after his mother’s mysterious death, he stumbles upon Anahata, a sentient machine from a forgotten civilization, who offers him more than just power—it offers him purpose. With scraps and technology far beyond human comprehension, Paritraan crafts his own suit of Armor and weapons to wage war against hidden enemies who threaten humanity from the shadows. As he unravels the dark conspiracy behind his mother’s death, he discovers that aliens walk among humans, and not all of them come in peace. But being a hero isn’t easy. Haunted by his past, hunted by unknown forces, and burdened by an AI that’s as playful as it is powerful, Paritraan must rise above his pain. Because in the fight for humanity’s future, even a hero forged from scrap can shine brighter than steel. In this battle between light and shadow, will Paritraan’s redemption be the world’s salvation?

What would you give for what your soul craves? Would you sever an arm to strike a knave? For but a drop upon your dry tongue, what would you trade? Otto, a hunter rotted in rave, Longs for joy, even with ashen chains collar his will. he is a slave … yet time will rust both chains and will..

He was born a stain in the werewolf code, a phantom in human society. He learned the rules of survival in the rust-stench of junkyards. When three women reached into the abyss to save him: One with ink-stained hands, offering a dagger of salvation; One with a serpent’s silver bracelet, gripping a bloodied scepter; The last with ballerina gauze, hiding a poison-dipped rose. He paid in scars to understand: The cages woven from gold by humans, the thrones forged from bloodlines by wolves—they were all the same prison. When the crimson moon rises, the new king must choose: Let three loves become claws to tear the world apart, Or shatter his pride to forge a path never seen— A third road between species.

The ancient celestial court lies in ruins, and the once-mighty immortals have fallen into slumber. As time passes and the world changes, the ancient tales exist only in myths. Thousands of years later, the ruins of the celestial court rise above the heavens once more, and the sleeping immortals begin to awaken... A headless deity wanders through the void, and a rusted iron staff hums with sorrow. The distance between the divine and the mortal grows ever closer. As the hearts of men burn with the flames of desire, daring to approach the gods... A lunatic drives his carriage through the wasteland, becoming a taboo whispered among the people.

Rhys, a guy who wakes up in a vast, snow-covered forest with no memories—only a name and a rusted key. As he searches for answers, he slowly figures out who this guy named "Rhys" truly is. He tries everything to gain his memories back. Will he succeed?

Trapped in a locked concrete room with no memory, Lukas awakens to a chilling note: “You have 24 hours to confess.” A raspy voice from a rusted speaker delivers cryptic clues every hour, each one unraveling a dark past he can’t fully grasp—blood-stained hands, a river’s edge, and the faint echo of a scream. Amid the chaos of his fractured mind, one name shines through the fog: Raisa, a woman tied to him by love, betrayal, or something far worse. As glimpses of her warmth clash with visions of violence, Lukas struggles to piece together the truth. Is he a victim, a killer, or a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand? With time slipping away, the line between guilt and innocence blurs, and the final confession may leave more questions than answers—about Raisa, about himself, and about the door that waits beyond the 24th hour.

its henti tentical story man that oonly perverted legends only for the "adults" this is one of my fantasy there are really gory fed up shit in here mc is heavily influence by monster instincts he gets to see some of his wifue he is overpowered in a way here is the small part **Holy moly, is this real? Am I in a fantasy world?** I glanced down at my new form—a writhing mass of dark, glistening tentacles. They sprouted from a central core, each one adorned with small, bioluminescent spots that pulsed with a faint blue light. My body felt powerful yet alien, with a tough, leathery texture and an almost liquid flexibility. I could sense the ability to mutate and change coursing through me. I was god… well, technically, this body was. But who cares? I was moping over my mundane, unsuccessful life, making my eighth fountain, feeling sleepy and dizzy from lack of nutrition. Everybody bullied me, but now I get a second chance. Is this a wonderful dream? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Does this make me a reincarnator, a transmigrator, or just a delusional dreamer? Whatever it is, I won’t waste a single second trying to comprehend this. I’ll enjoy fulfilling all my fantasies, even if I am or look like a villain. Those bastards who judged me were all well-off in life and wanted to control me.** I’m sure there will be some here too. Yeah, in history, there have been worse people who committed genocides. I’m just seeking pleasure. Why do I feel like a sick bastard, similar to those psycho criminals? No, this is a wonderful dream. I’ll enjoy it, I won’t even make friends if it’s a short span. Even if I’m in a coma, I might die early because of my bitchy stepmom. Okay, back to whatever this is. I took in my surroundings. The place looked like a cross between a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls covered in intricate carvings surrounded me. Magic circles glowed faintly on the floor, and an altar stood in the center, covered in runes and mystical symbols. Slave cages lined the walls, their iron bars rusting but still sturdy. The downside is that a guy before me, a legend, tried to seduce well f* up a saint possessed by a goddess and paid dearly for it. That god cursed this body. He kind of sacrificed himself to the system because he was doing whatever he wanted. So, I can’t fool around because this body is dying and will be reported by a saint. The former host tried to make another body fail-safe, but his soul was dying because of the curse. This body can’t live long, will be hunted, and I can’t control it. Is that it, system? ['Yes.'] [There is a recording by the former host. Would you like to hear it?] --- warning this is a porno not for faint heart there is really disturbing and cruel things in here all characters in here are imagination this is no fanfic or has any link to other stories and all character are above 18 even if they say they are not in any way because they are mature enough to be in the legal age such as vampire elves could look like 16 year old but they are 1000 etc the cover art is not mine if want to remove it contact me

Kurose Haruto thought he lived a normal high school life—until he noticed his beautiful yet mysterious senpai, Shirahane Rika, stalking him. Hiding awkwardly near his desk, peeking from behind vending machines—she’s terrible at socializing but oddly persistent. Why him? What does she want? And more importantly—how is he supposed to deal with this?! A quirky rom-com about an introverted senpai, a confused kouhai, and the strangest start to a love story!

Qingteng Academy, a prestigious boarding school shrouded in perpetual autumn rains, harbors a secret older than its century-old Gothic architecture: every reflection lies. When transfer student Wu Hao discovers claw marks bleeding rust-red warnings beneath his desk—“DON’T TRUST THE WINDOWS”—he’s drawn into a lethal game of distorted realities. His only ally, honor student Meng Qing, hides pulsating scars beneath her bandages and whispers forbidden truths: the school’s mirrors are alive, their silvered surfaces breathing in time with a trapped god. The rules unravel with each chapter: 3-second lag in mirror reflections predicts deaths. 317 rusted keys hidden in cadaver lab jars unlock doors that shouldn’t exist. 7:17 AM, when sunlight fractures through the cracked dormitory windows, resets the campus—erasing victims but not their screams.

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

A very short love story of delinquent girl and optimistic boy who keep crossing paths on the way home

Jack Frost has always been an outsider—an orphan abandoned at eighteen, struggling to survive in a quiet town where the days bleed together. His only solace is his loyal wolf-dog, Shadow, and the fantasy worlds of web novels and games. But when a strange event transports him into a parallel version of his town, seven days before his original timeline, everything changes. Gifted with the mysterious ability of Fusion Wielding, Jack can merge objects to create something stronger. A broken baseball bat and a knife become a lethal blade. A rusted chain and a steel pipe fuse into an unbreakable whip. And as he experiments with his newfound powers, he discovers another gift—Spatial Storage, a personal dimension with limitless capacity. But Jack isn’t the only one with abilities, and he soon learns that his town hides dark secrets. Hunted by a secret organization, caught in a supernatural war, and forced to forge alliances with others like him, Jack must master his abilities before an unseen enemy tightens its grip. From forging legendary weapons to leading an army of rogue transmigrators, his journey will push him beyond human limits—toward a final battle where reality itself is at stake. In a world where strength is forged, not given, Jack Frost will decide his destiny. Will he remain a mere survivor, or will he become something far greater?

When Kael Ardyn awakens in the ruins of a long-dead kingdom, he has no memories—only a mysterious system claiming he is the last ruler of a forgotten throne. The land is broken, its people lost or corrupted, and the **Abyss**, a creeping darkness, threatens to consume everything. With nothing but a **rusted sword, a crumbling sanctuary, and a single system prompt**, Kael must **rebuild from nothing.** But survival is not so simple—**Forsaken Wraiths** prowl the night, the remnants of an ancient war whisper in the shadows, and **something—or someone—is watching.** As Kael gathers survivors, **uncovers lost relics, and strengthens his kingdom**, he begins to unravel the **truth behind the fall of the Forgotten Kingdom.** But the more he learns, the clearer it becomes—this kingdom was never meant to rise again. Enemies from the past **will return.** The Abyss **will not be ignored.** And the system that granted him this power? It **may not be his ally after all.** To reclaim his throne, Kael must **defy fate itself.** **The System of Forgotten Kings** is an **epic fantasy web novel** blending **kingdom-building, dark secrets, and RPG-like progression**, perfect for fans of **litRPG, survival, and deep world-building.** This is my first fantasy novel, please support it!

In a garden, the most beautiful flowers always get picked. Yet the prettiest rose in our garden never got picked, only left to wilt and soon wither. -Baroness Claudia Alstroemer von Cecil

That night, Aegis Squad infiltrated an abandoned laboratory complex to capture a mutated zombie alive for research. The air reeked of rusted metal and decay. "Make sure the trap is ready," whispered Major Pan Colman. Lila nodded, checking her device. "Ready, just waiting for the bait." Hart, tracking zombie movement, looked uneasy. "They’re smarter than we thought. We must move fast." From the shadows, a massive mutated zombie with armor-like skin emerged. "Wait for it to step into the trap," Pan whispered. As the creature moved forward, Lila activated the device. Steel clamps trapped it, sending high-voltage shocks that made it thrash violently. Before they could celebrate, Hart panicked. "Major, something big is moving behind us!" From the ruins, a giant zombie with protruding bones emerged, smashing through a wall with unnatural speed. "We need to move, now!" Pan ordered. The squad hauled the trapped zombie into their containment truck, escaping as the complex collapsed behind them. Inside the vehicle, Dr. Alaric muttered, "This isn't normal mutation. The virus is evolving too fast." Hart nodded. "It’s as if someone designed them. But who? And why?" Suddenly, a loud metallic thud echoed from the roof. "What was that?" Lila asked, weapon raised. Hart checked his tablet. "Something's on top of us! But it wasn’t detected before!" Pan signaled. "Rico, stop the vehicle. Lila and I will check." They stepped out and looked up. A tall, gaunt creature with razor-sharp claws clung to the roof, staring at them with soulless black eyes. "What the hell is that?" Lila whispered. The creature lunged with blinding speed. Pan and Lila dodged, but their bullets had no effect. "Get back inside! Now!" Pan commanded. They sprinted back, Rico hitting the gas. Hart read his tablet. "This thing… it's like a predator. Faster, stronger." Dr. Alaric whispered, "If this was made by Dominion, we’re dealing with a far deadlier bioweapon than I imagined." The creature pursued them, closing the distance. Lila and Pan fired, but it dodged effortlessly. In one leap, it grabbed the steel trap containing the mutated zombie. "It’s trying to take the zombie!" Lila yelled. Pan hurled a smoke grenade, forcing the creature to retreat. The vehicle sped away. Inside, tension remained thick. "We can't keep running," Pan stated. "We need to fight back. And we need to find out what Dominion of Varex has really done."

Deep in the colonized fringe of Rigel-4, a disgraced mech cadet becomes the galaxy's deadliest bargaining chip. Kyle Rayne trades his rust-stained wrench for an M-49 ballistics rifle—and a Silver Core neural implant corroding his sanity. But when an armored horde of flesh-devouring Void Worms obliterates his battalion, Kyle uncovers the Dominion’s pact with four cosmic monstrosities feeding on human psionic essence: the Spiritweb Cultivator, Stellar Abyss Devourer, Desire Forge Mech-Spirit, and Shadowghost Wraith. To survive, he must pilot a derelict Titan siege mech hardwired to his dead mother’s DNA—and dismantle an empire selling soldiers as living chaff to alien gods.

In the rusted ruins of a once-great metal city on the outskirts of civilization, Wu Yi lives a harsh but happy life, surrounded by those he calls family. Though myths of cultivation and the lost kingdom of Valtir ignite a yearning deep within him, he is not reckless enough to chase after ghosts and leave behind the people he loves. But fate does not wait for dreamers. When tragedy strikes and the fragile peace of his world is shattered, Wu Yi is thrust into the heart of civilization—a realm of power, ambition, and ruthless human nature. In this brutal world, strength is the only law, and those without it are doomed to be crushed beneath the heels of the strong. Faced with loss, betrayal, and the cruel machinations of fate, Wu Yi teeters on the edge of darkness. Will he become the very monster he despises, or will he defy the heavens themselves to carve his own path? In a world where only the strong survive, the gears of fate turn mercilessly. But Wu Yi's hands burn with the power to seize them—or break them entirely.

In the vast and mystical world of Zephiron, where magic flows through the land and forgotten ruins whisper of lost civilizations, two unlikely companions find themselves ensnared in a fate far beyond their reckoning. Vaelin Crowne, a sharp-minded strategist known for his cool demeanor, believes that logic and preparation can solve any problem. Kael Veydris, a reckless yet magnetic force of nature, thrives on instinct and unshakable optimism. Despite their differences, they share one thing in common—an insatiable curiosity. What was meant to be a simple field trip to explore the legendary Labyrinth of Nox quickly turns into a nightmare when they get lost in the labyrinth maze, leaving them trapped in its depths. With no clear way out, Vaelin’s calculated approach and Kael’s gut-driven decisions become their only hope of escape. But when they stumble upon an ancient door, an eerie darkness spills from within, swallowing all light. As they ignite a torch, the shadows retreat just enough to reveal two statues—one depicting a god, radiant and divine, the other a demon, twisted and wrathful. Before they can speak, a chilling gust snuffs out the flame. Then, chains came. A shackle with a long, rusted chain lashed out from the abyss, snapping around Kael’s wrist and yanking him into the consuming darkness. Vaelin barely had time to react before another chain coiled around him, dragging him forward, his vision swallowed by an endless void. When they awaken, gasping for breath, they are no longer in the labyrinth’s depths but standing at its entrance—marked. Heavy iron shackles, now with broken chains, rest upon their wrists, the only proof that what happened was real. The curse has bound them, though to what end remains unknown. They escaped from the labyrinth … but How did it happen? With time slipping through their fingers and the unseen weight of the curse tightening around them, Vaelin and Kael must unravel the mystery of what happened inside the labyrinth before the curse consumes them.

When 2035 particle physicist Adrian is blasted into 1418 Bohemia by his own experiment, he carries three things: a family heirloom pocket watch engraved "Time is Blood", a bone-deep gash on his arm, and modern knowledge that could get him burned as a heretic. In this age where rusted armor clanks alongside psalms, the Hussite Reformation smolders beneath the Church's shadow. Adrian soon discovers his watch not only freezes assassins mid-strike, but bears a six-century-old warning from a spectral knight—Those who reshape history become its ash. To survive, he claims lineage from Iron Cross nobility, only to be ensnared in Lady Alena's plot to reclaim her dynasty; he teaches peasants to forge gunpowder, accidentally fueling holy madness worse than war; when he uses penicillin to save his lover in childbirth, Europe erupts with whispers of "mechanical witchcraft defiling God's design". Now twin timelines unravel—2035 scientists claw to retrieve their "lost specimen" while 1430 Ottoman cannons breach the Danube. Catholic spies infiltrate parliament, radical reformers sharpen daggers, and new glyphs materialize inside the watch: Every life saved rewrites Armageddon. This is a death gamble between gears and gospels: Where steam chariots crush papal indulgences, Where cesarean births become heresy trials, Where the man who predicted history's bloodiest war... ...just lit the fuse.

Warning "[This novel is intended for 18+ audiences only due to brutal fight scenes and explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.]" . The slums of Yanjing were a desolate ruin. Broken structures and burning trash fires illuminated the cold, unforgiving night. Zhang Yong crouched in an alley, his thin, malnourished frame barely hidden behind a pile of rusted machinery. His dark eyes gleamed with desperation as he gnawed on a half-burnt piece of bread. Around him, the sounds of the strong crushing the weak echoed like a haunting melody. "Did you think you could escape me Zhang Yong"It’s all I have left."The last pure human, begging for scraps? Pathetic. Maybe,maybe..... Tik Tik Tik "Absolute Krishna Domain"System Activate . oh my oh my "All you should deserve only death"