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The Mask Never Slips

The Mask Never Slips In a world where morality is blurred, Shiva navigates the dark underbelly of crime while concealing the unbearable weight of his own existence. Emotionally detached yet deeply wounded, he wears a mask of indifference, suppressing a lifetime of trauma that manifests as relentless physical pain. He is a master manipulator, a deceiver, and a survivor—yet, at his core, he is a man consumed by self-disgust. Despite his hatred for himself, three fragile reasons tether him to life: his love for a girl who barely acknowledges him, his unwavering loyalty to the abusive family that broke him, and the little brother he raised to be everything he could never become. If even one of these reasons crumbles, so will he. As he maneuvers through the chaos of the crime world—both a participant and an outsider—Shiva finds himself drawn into a series of brutal conflicts, each forcing him to confront the contradictions within him. He claims to have no desire to kill, yet death follows in his shadow. He yearns to be understood, yet has perfected the art of deception. He wants to feel something—anything—but every emotion is buried beneath years of carefully constructed lies. When the past he’s tried so hard to bury resurfaces, Shiva’s carefully maintained facade begins to crack. Someone close to him is starting to see through the act. And as the weight of his suffering becomes impossible to contain, he is left with one question: Can he keep holding on, or is the mask he wears the only thing keeping him alive?
Shuhas · 1K Views

Cameraman Never Dies

In the greed-filled world of corporate empires and magic knights, Min Jae was a king in business, with pockets so deep he could drown in them. That is, until his life deemed his playthrough unfair and gave him a red card. Poison was his family's best friend, as everyone had at least tasted it once, not twice because they never could. Death was never on his calendar, neither was an offer for a divine gig. Enter the Deity of Stories, a celestial being with a fetish for plot twists, who offers Min Jae a deal he can't refuse: become her divine cameraman. No, not the kind with a lens, but one who records the tales of mortals. In return, he gets a second shot at life, in a world where his dearly departed parents are alive and well, ready to dote on him from birth. Reborn as Judge (because “Min Jae 2.0” sounded too dull), he quickly realizes this new life is no gift. This steampunk utopia, filled with airships, clockwork gadgets, and an alarming lack of Wi-Fi, thrives on manipulation. But who needs the internet when you have a divine camera and the sharp mind to control it all? Judge isn’t just here to record stories; he’s here to write them, casting himself as the mastermind behind every twist and turn. Armed with his divine powers, he navigates complex schemes, power-hungry nobles, and ruthless industrialists, all while keeping his ultimate goal hidden: to ascend to godhood and rewrite his own fate. Of course, he generally makes a glorious mess of things, all while trying to keep his dear parents blissfully unaware of his less-than-angelic schemes. But as the stakes rise and the Deity of Stories watches his every move, Judge must tread carefully. Can he manipulate his way to the top, or will he become just another character in someone else’s plot twist? --- Just a quick disclaimer: The book steers clear of any unwanted adult stuff. However, it does feature a potentially disturbing amount of violence—enough to make you wonder about the author's mental health. So proceed with caution—and maybe a shield!
CloudCatcher · 241.2K Views

Transmigration: The Stupid Canon Fodder Falls for the Villain Duke

excerpt:"Congratulations, Host! You have entered the world of The Almighty Prince of Arderla!" The voice chirped again. "Your mission? Survive, thrive, and maybe… make your cold, brooding husband fall in love with you!" Ivy Everhart blinked. A fat, chibi bird was floating in front of her, bouncing with excitement. Just moments ago, raiders had attacked her bookstore and—oh yeah—shot her. "Excuse me, what?" Ivy asked flatly. The system continued, ignoring her confusion. "Congratulations, Ivy Everhart! You are now Ivy Everhart, the cannon fodder wife of the villain in the book!" Ivy froze. Then, she wailed dramatically, clutching her long red hair. "Somebody just kill me again!" synopsis: Ivy Everhart was just a struggling bookstore owner until a bullet to the chest landed her in the world of The Almighty Prince of Arderla—as the most hated side character, the villain’s cannon fodder wife. Her new life comes with one mission: survive. But Ivy is already doomed. The original Ivy was a spoiled noblewoman obsessed with the crown prince, humiliating her husband—the powerful and ruthless Duke Lucien Ashburn—until he finally cast her aside. And in the book? That’s when he kills her. Armed with a mischievous chibi system and a lot of desperation, Ivy hatches a plan: make Lucien fall for her and change her fate. But her schemes go off the rails when Lucien—the cold, unreadable villain—turns the tables. He’s suspicious. He’s possessive. And worst of all… he’s interested. Now, trapped between her own survival instincts and the villain’s dangerously growing affection, Ivy must navigate a game where the slightest misstep could be fatal. Will she tame the villain or end up as just another forgotten extra in his tragic story? One thing’s for sure—she can’t afford to lose.
Ivy_Trivett · 47.1K Views

Alone WITH; The Absolute Divinity

This is an exploration of God’s autonomous perspective on why it is he made the conscious decision to make light first specifically, as well as the relationship we can decode that he yearns to have with us and we should have visa versa whether mutual or not through reverse engineering his honest decisions, even if there is the possibility to have the honest decision to lie, but regardless of the consequences of God having His own free will just as we have been given by Him, we need to know the reality of the situation, not just judge possibilities. As for where that ability to judge comes from, even in the case of God being the personification the ability to judge and taking the rule of ultimate judge as a result, these perceptions are only possible if part of consciousness itself, which we can safely assume is one of the main building blocks of God in some sort of way to put it bluntly (I’m not going to bother with semantics and considerations, I’m not a politician nor a debater, I just want to be efficient in my explorations), so God too must also follow the rules of objective morality/Grace, as for the potential of any consciousness being Holy or Unholy, which is what we would categorise being the on the side of a benevolent God or Satan which counts as an Anti-God. A quote from Socrates has stuck with me not because I dogmatically assert it to be true, but it is the closest description of the truth of the situation for what right question to ask: “What came first, God or morality?”, and that is why I am trying to figure out that our hope for a benevolent God would be good and the salvation of the human heart through faith to conduct our view of existence in the diagnosis of reality from the perspective that God is benevolent is a net positive, it’s still not the same as a proven truth. You could argue that truth for the sake of truth doesn’t matter if ultimately our experience of life is better with faith in our hopes being the reality, but if it isn’t the reality, there is more than just spiritual freedom that needs to be accounted for, but also physical freedom. If your heart is in the right place but YOU aren’t where you actually want to be, then hope that the potential future is out there somewhere is worth striving for and make happen, rather than convince yourself that it’s already here when it ISN’T. So, let’s get to exploring, and understand more about existence as a whole along the way, treating religion like a science AS WELL. [I miss someone I haven’t even met yet, and I want to chase this feeling in a real way without just contemplation forever, but for now, let’s figure out what direction to go in.] PS, whatever the name you give God, in the end God is God, so if I say anything that you disagree with within the doctrine of your religion, please understand that what I care about more than even God himself is Morality. Let’s not lose ourselves with the dogmas of ‘necessary evil’, because if God is benevolent as we all hope to be the case, He would never rely on the such tactics through people, the God I worship is the benevolent potential, regardless of if the real one always with His freewill as consciousness itself can also choose to do things unfairly, for the ultimate judge is not one who monopolises The Word of objective morality among other things, but by being subservient/humble to it. This is at least why Christ said “I do not care if you blaspheme against me or The Father, so long as you don’t Blaspheme against The Holy Spirit. That is the only sin that is unforgivable.” (I’m paraphrasing, so do your own research, and like I said, try to do your best to look at this through the lens of a devoid of intentions, even if the origin of these intentions are educated illegedly by the written Word in any physical representation of the fulfilled potential in the material world of that spirit being personified, printed in a book, captured in art but logically associated… Remember, the church is within.)
WeAreBlank18 · 2.7K Views

Almost, Always, Never

I remember whispering those words, my voice swallowed by the wind as I gazed at him from afar—the boy who once promised me forever. “I’ll find you when we grow up. I’ll search the world just to be with you again.” He had said it with such certainty, as if the universe itself had written our fate in the stars. I held onto that promise like a lifeline. But time has a cruel way of unraveling even the strongest of vows. I waited. And waited. And waited. But he never came back. When I finally searched for him, desperate to fill the aching void he left behind, I found him—smiling, holding someone else’s hand, walking beside her like she was his world. I became nothing more than a stranger to him, a forgotten chapter in his story. Yet, in that single moment, my heart shattered as if I had been foolish enough to believe love could defy time. “I searched and found you,” he murmured, standing before me once more, his gaze unreadable. But fate is unkind. I had spent years chasing a shadow, drowning in an ocean of longing, only to reach the shore and realize he had already built a home without me. “I loved you… Goodbye.” I turned away, but he caught my wrist, his grip trembling. “Please,” he pleaded, “this time might be ours.” Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I pulled away. I had spent too long waiting for him to return, only to find that love had never truly been mine to keep. “I still love you,” I whispered to the wind. “And I’m glad that, for a moment, you knew.” That night, I lay in bed, feeling both relieved and empty, my heart a battlefield of memories and unfulfilled dreams. Years passed. I grew older. I lived, I breathed, but I remained alone. And one day, as sleep embraced me like an old friend, I wondered—would my heart ever stop searching for him? Or would someone finally find me and lead me toward a destiny where love no longer meant waiting in vain?
Helixj · 468 Views
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