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From Nothing, Kean

Kean was born into the strongest village of the 7 Realms—but not as a warrior, not as a prodigy, not as anyone worth remembering. He had no father. His mother fell into a coma when he was just a toddler. Raised by silence and ignored by everyone, Kean grew up invisible. Weak. Forgotten. But inside him slept two things: a devil sealed deep in his soul… and an eye power the world had never seen before. As Kean begins his journey to be noticed, he unlocks layer after layer of a power hidden even from legends. He’s mocked for his strange fighting style, Aura Farming, but it soon becomes a symbol of fear. His fights aren't just physical—they’re emotional, psychological, and personal. Each battle shapes him. He starts to hear the devil within, forming a dangerous bond that both helps and haunts him. Just as he rises to lead the fight against a terrifying Voidborn threat that unites all 7 Realms, he suffers the ultimate loss—his mother dies in front of him. In that moment, Kean unlocks the 5th level of his eye—something no one believed could exist. A power so perfect, it doesn't harm the user. He becomes unstoppable. But after defeating the Voidborn, he learns the painful truth: the Council of Nine, the creators of his village and so-called protectors, were never on his side. They knew everything. His past, his curse, his father’s death. Betrayed and burning with fury, Kean hunts them down—one by one. Brutally. No mercy. No speeches. Just justice. And when the blood settles, Kean does not claim a throne. He creates a new council. A council that stands not on power or fear—but purpose. He names it after the only thing he ever came from. Nothing.
MohitMiddha · 6.4K Views

As If Nothing: The Legend of Heroes and Immortals

In a full-dive VR game, a single cup of wine leads him to a chance encounter with Jiang Xue — a pure-hearted boy shrouded in quiet mystery. Unbeknownst to him, a hidden bond forms in that very moment. In the real world, bloody nightmares and a ghostly white silhouette haunt him relentlessly. An invisible passage opens, pulling him into a series of bizarre, self-contained realms — each with its own rules, stories, and dangers. Crisis. Wonder. Quiet joy. Unexpected warmth. Each world holds a different flavor. Bound by unseen rules, traveling alone through unpredictable dimensions... Is he a pawn, or a player? A dreamer, or the dreamed? Between the faint glow of that first snowy meeting and the pale shadow buried deep in his nightmares lies a twin-threaded riddle — one that may unravel the truth of what is real, and what is not. (Each arc is a standalone unit world with its own story and characters.) Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thanks so much for reading my story I’m committed to a weekly update schedule, so you can expect a new chapter every week. This story was originally written in Chinese. The English translation you’ve read may not fully capture all nuances and details of the original text. Some parts are still being refined to ensure a more accurate and smooth reading experience. Thank you for your understanding and patience. Your support and feedback mean a lot to me and keep me motivated to write more! Stay tuned and enjoy the story!
wuxingquexian · 3.5K Views

No matter the suffering, I decide to keep living

"I will keep surviving... even if the world rejects my very existence." I woke up in the darkness. No warning, no clues. As my eyes adjusted to the strange light around me, I realized—this place wasn’t unfamiliar. Yes, I know this world. This… is the world of a novel I once read. A fictional world, where heroes shine and demons fall. But behind all of that lies a truth never written on any page: This world is hell. The difficulty level? Inhuman. There’s no interface. No hidden powers awakening when I’m on the brink of death. No lucky twist saving me at the last second. There is only pain—raw, relentless, and ever-present. My body is wounded, my mind shattered, my hope torn apart piece by piece… As if someone behind the scenes is savoring every second. And I know who you are. The Author. Yes, you, sitting calmly behind the screen, typing away, Watching me spiral deeper into suffering. You enjoy this, don’t you? Watching me fall. Watching me cry. Watching me break. Maybe to you, I’m just a story. Just a fictional character with no feelings. But I know I exist. And I know this pain is real. So hear me now. I will not die. At least… not yet. Because I will survive long enough—become strong enough—to flip this story on its head. I will live. Not because this world deserves to be fought for… But because I want to hurt you the way you’ve hurt me. So keep writing, Author. Because every page you write… brings me one step closer to taking back my own story.
AlzenAlrynd1 · 1K Views
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