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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.

Having already died two lonesome deaths, this journey encompasses Dio's attempt at harmonizing his internal conflict. For someone with Perfect Memory, he had no clue regarding his past lives; rather, he used this ability as he pleased, sidelining the naturally defined drawbacks of such a gift. To never forget sounds enthralling at face value. But can a person exist in that manner? Every failure, every adversity and struggle replayed and flashed through his mind no matter how much he refused it. Previously known as: Recovering Oblivion. For those wondering, yes, this is reuploaded, there were some issues previously, but hopefully they're resolved now. I've cleaned up the chapters even further. Changes to the story were made in order to make it more coherent. Of course, no plot related changes were made. It was more of minor changes, names, etc. ~~~~~~~~~~ For any queries-mythical.rebirth105@gmail.com Discord- Lil Uzi Hurt#3988 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The cover picture is not owned by me, email me if you want it taken down (^-^)

He died. Not by fate, not by accident, but as collateral in a hunt between beings beyond mortal comprehension. And yet… death was only the beginning. Chosen by a mysterious entity known only as Echo, a sarcastic soul from Earth is offered a chance at a second life. Gifted with ten draws from a divine treasury, he obtains powerful treasures, a rare bloodline, and a mysterious system known as the Limitless System. But what begins as a straightforward reincarnation takes a twisted turn when two dragon inheritances—Thunder and Fire—collide within him. Reborn not as a man, nor as a beast, but as an unknown species—a fusion of human and two True Dragon Inheritences—he awakens in a scorched battlefield beside a dragon egg, unaware that his birth was witnessed by fate itself. After surviving the near-fatal clash of legacies within him, he emerges anew… no longer Zaroth, but Primus Xal’Zaryon Drakonis, a name that shakes the very fabric of mana around him. With his soul, body, and bloodline perfectly harmonized between human and dragon, Primus sets out into an unfamiliar world ruled by ancient clans, dangerous beasts, and kingdoms teetering on the edge of Eternal War. But power always draws attention—and with the secrets of his origin, the Limitless System at his side, and a destiny marked by a Primordial-level Mark of Fate, enemies will rise from shadows unknown.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

The scent of vanilla and freshly baked bread curled through the morning air, soft and inviting—a stark contrast to the man standing outside the tiny pastry shop. Matteo De Luca didn’t belong in a place like this. Dressed in black, with a presence that swallowed the light around him, he was a jagged piece of the underworld pressed against the softness of something pure. He hadn’t meant to stop. Hadn’t meant to be drawn in. But there he was, watching the man behind the counter—flour dusting his fingers, lips pursed in concentration as he decorated a delicate éclair. A man who had no idea that with one glance, he had become an obsession. Luca should walk away. He should forget the warmth, the scent, the man who smelled like sugar and safety. But he wouldn’t. Because when a man like him wanted something, he took it. And right now? He wanted him. ---

(Rewritten) Welcome to my Another World Story! This is my first time trying a Nation in another world so expect some fixes on published chapters! In the realm of Altairas, the technologically advanced Empire of Wallonia awakens. Led by Emperor Arthur Paulus, a visionary driven by his ancestor's legacy and unwavering loyalty, and Chancellor Erich Von Lastra, his trusted friend and Field Marshal, who balances strategic brilliance with endearing humility. Together, they navigate the intricate dance of diplomacy, forging alliances and tempering the Empire's ambition for conquest and exploration. Their sights are set on the stars, but the dangers of Altairas loom close: magical threats, medieval rivalries, and the darkness of slavery. Can Arthur and Erich harmonize their pursuit of power with their desire for peace, or will the allure of domination prevail? Join the epic journey of Wallonia's rise, where loyalty, friendship, and duty shape the fate of Altairas.

A tale as old as time, become harmonized with the realm of dreams and transverse the bridge of reality and fantasy. Is it a drunk bard's tale, or is it the next psychological thriller? You decide.

Kai’s life was small—coffee-stained mornings, cracked recipes, and a system in his head that tweaked toasters and dough like it was nothing. Then the sky shattered. Aliens—Skraiths, jagged and brutal—invaded, tearing his city apart with green-glowing weapons and relentless claws. Superhumans rose to fight back, fire and lightning blazing through the chaos, but Kai’s world crumbled with them. Hiding in his apartment, Kai stumbles on blood—human and alien, smeared on his wall after a superhuman battle. His system, once just a tinker’s tool, awakens, offering him a choice: mimic their powers, temporary and wild, through the blood itself. Desperate, he takes it—stealing pyrokinesis, then electrokinesis, then kinetic energy, each power burning through him, fading fast. But it’s not enough. Armed with a humming Skraith weapon and a body tougher from alien blood, Kai joins a ragtag crew of enhanced fighters—Liv, Rylan, Jace, and Tucker—scraping to survive in a warzone where every shadow hides death. As Skraiths swarm and the city burns, Kai’s system pushes him deeper, analyzing, integrating, crafting minor enhancements—durability, strength, sparks of power that could make him a target or a savior. Government factions, rogue scientists, and the aliens themselves start sniffing around, drawn to his strange tech and blood-stolen abilities. By the time Kai crafts his first super-powered enhancement—an artificial strength boost—he’s no longer just a tinkerer. He’s on the edge of something bigger, something dangerous, where blood and sparks could forge a hero—or break him entirely. In a world unraveling, Kai’s fight for survival becomes a desperate race to master his system, outrun the Skraiths, and confront the truth: the power he’s chasing might destroy him—or remake the world.

Felix Morrow was an 18 year-old university student drowning in an indescribable emptiness. Trapped in a life he chose only for fear of death, his hollow existence abruptly ends in a tragic accident — only to awaken in a world unlike anything he's ever known. He is reborn under the name Lián Fēng in a war-torn empire reminiscent of ancient China to a family of poor farmers. In this world governed by Qi and the ancient art of cultivation, each initiate receives a primordial sword — a weapon shaped not by steel, but by the wielders inner self. For Felix, now reborn as Lián Fēng, this blade is no blessing. Where others see a canvas for their ambition, strength and intelligence, his sword reflects only the void he carried from his past life: a fractured soul that thirsts for meaning. His sword, a jagged shard of obsidian, mocks him daily — it's edge dull, it's aura lifeless. Even his parents, kind but weary souls, whisper that the gods must have cursed him. Then, the war arrives to his village, shattering what little peace he had known. Amidst the chaos Lián Fēng is forced to flee, leaving behind the only people who have ever shown him kindness. Alone and empty-handed, save for his jagged sword, he embarks on a perilous journey trough a land engulfed in conflict.

In a world of fractured lores and shadowed history, a quest for a savior rises, jagged and bold, before the Human rulers. Salvation, ruin, or plunder? Each heart cradles its own desire. Yet one truth stands unshaken: even the Divine Will dreads the savior. And the savior? Doomed from his first breath!

The World Changed Overnight, Without warning, portals from other realms tore through the sky, opening gateways to nightmarish creatures that threatened to wipe out humanity. Cities burned. Nations crumbled. The monstrous invaders—ranging from grotesque goblins to towering beasts—massacred everything in their path. Amidst the chaos, a new force emerged: The Awakened—humans who mysteriously gained supernatural abilities in response to the invasion. Light burst from their bodies, fire ignited in their palms, water coiled into deadly spears, winds howled at their command, shadows shifted with their will. These resemble as Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Light, and Darkness—became humanity’s last hope against extinction. Kai Jin. A cold, intelligent high school student from Korea, Kai had long abandoned the idea of relying on others. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up alone in a modest apartment, surviving through sheer will and independence. His past trauma left him emotionally closed off, but beneath his calm, detached exterior, a fire burned—a refusal to ever be powerless again. Then, the portals opened, and his world turned upside down. The night was eerily silent. Kai sat in his dimly lit apartment, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The news was flooded with reports of strange anomalies appearing across the globe—massive gates hovering in the sky, creatures emerging from their depths. Some called it a phenomenon. Others called it the end of the world. Then— Scratch. Scratch. A faint noise echoed from the hallway outside his door. Kai frowned. His neighborhood was quiet at night—too quiet for random footsteps. Then— BAM! The apartment door slammed open. A goblin. Small, grotesque, with sickly green skin, jagged teeth, and glowing red eyes. It sniffed the air, its sharp claws twitching in anticipation. Kai’s breath hitched. His mind raced. He had no weapons. No powers. Nothing but his instincts. Move. Now. The goblin lunged. Kai grabbed the closest thing within reach—a wooden chair—and swung it with all his strength.The impact sent the creature stumbling backward, snarling in rage. His heart pounded. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay steady. He couldn’t afford to freeze. He had to kill it. Spotting a kitchen knife on the counter, he dove for it—just as the goblin recovered and charged again. At the last second, he twisted his body, dodging its claws, and in one swift motion— STAB! The knife sank into the goblin’s skull. It shrieked, its body convulsing violently before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Kai stood there, panting. His clothes were splattered with dark, sticky blood. The room reeked of iron and death. Then— Ding! A floating, translucent system window appeared before his eyes. [Awakening Process Complete.] [Congratulations!] [You have awakened.] Kai’s eyes widened. His nightmare had just begun.

Am I going insane? The thought slithers into my mind the moment I wake up, cold and disoriented, in a place that feels more like a nightmare than reality. My head is empty, my memories wiped clean, leaving behind only a suffocating void where my identity should be. The walls around me are smeared with something dark—blood, maybe. Symbols, jagged and unfamiliar, carve into the surfaces as if someone tried to leave a message… or a warning. But none of it makes sense. Nothing here makes sense.  I try to grasp at something—anything—but the harder I reach, the faster it slips through my fingers, like smoke dissolving in the air. My pulse pounds as I force myself to move, each step foreign, like I’m controlling a body that doesn’t belong to me. A name. A purpose. Something to tell me who I am. But there’s nothing. Only fragments, pieces that refuse to fit together. Then the games begin. Survival. That’s all it’s supposed to be. Do what you’re told, follow the rules, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out alive. But I learn quickly that this isn’t just about survival. It’s about control. It’s about twisting reality until I don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie. The other players are just as lost, just as desperate, but I can see it— But they aren’t like me. Some of them know more than they’re letting on. Some of them… aren’t afraid. The more I search for answers, the more the world unravels. Reality bends. Faces blur. Voices whisper from places they shouldn’t. Every time I think I’m close to the truth, it twists away from me, leaving me drowning in questions I can’t answer. The line between what’s real and what’s in my head has thinned to nothing, and I don’t know if I can trust my own mind anymore. Who am I? Maybe it’s better that I don’t know. Maybe knowing would break me beyond repair. Or maybe… maybe I was never meant to leave this place at all. I used to think I was just confused, just lost in the chaos. But now? I was definitely insane.

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The Lords and Ladies , the Divine beings of the planet Jag-Ath became desperate to gain one of their lost divine powers which was taken away from them because of a curse that was casted upon them when one Lord became rebellious and caused one Divine being's Death. Thus the order of the 'Hall of Justice' in Naarook crumbled and systems in the mortal realm started changing. As the new modern world started blooming in Jag-Ath , they learned to manage but the danger was awaiting for them to overturn both the mortal world and the Divine world . In the human world , being able to see most unworldly things all over his life , Darshan Dev Sinha's life was not a sociable life at all . The only person nearest to him , his mom seemed more than the eyes could see . Being brought up by an overprotective mother with an almost unnoticeable life , he was just carrying out his youth . Then in his life the Lords and Ladies interfered directly and his world went upside-down including his own identity! WHY? Who is he actually to them? What the Lords and Ladies want from a human?

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

In the frostbitten north, whispers drift on the wind—of a masked wanderer with a fox-like grin, twin blades flashing like winter lightning, carving a path toward an unspoken crown. Beneath the frozen lake, an old brute with silver hair gnaws on raw meat, his laughter echoing through the depths. A toothless servant shuffles in the shadows, a sword-box strapped to his bent back, its contents rattling with secrets. High atop a jagged peak, a young sage rides a dusty green ox, gazing at the world below with eyes too old for his face, yet he never steps beyond the ridge. And somewhere in the wild, a girl with a sunflower slung over her shoulder rides a hulking beast, her smile warm as summer, her hands cold with blood. In a realm where snow buries the past and storms herald the future, their paths are destined to cross—but for glory, vengeance, or something darker still? The wind knows, but it keeps its silence.

Evan Holt, a 32-year-old London IT grunt, was chasing glitches when a storm cut his story short. Then he’s back, a squalling kid in Valthorne—a planet that’s all jagged peaks, shimmering waters, and air thick with marvels. Dropped into a blacksmith’s rough-and-tumble world in a backwater village, he’s still got that sharp mind ticking, itching to mess with the way things work.

Cyrus Blackthorn is a young man marked by a cruel destiny: he is the vessel of 11 gods, each controlling one of his personalities. While seeking to understand his power and purpose, he faces both internal and external battles, being trained at Divine Glory Academy, where the greatest heroes are forged. But in a world where the gods fight for control and dark forces lurk, Cyrus will have to learn to harmonize his identities and discover if he can truly choose his own destiny.

Priscilla Blaire Manzhi is a diligent and ambitious young woman, juggling her secretarial job for the CEO of a prominent corporation while pursuing her studies. Her life is a delicate balance of work, academics, and personal relationships. Enter Matthew Lorenzam, the enigmatic and charismatic new CEO who has just taken the reins of the company. Like Priscilla, Matthew is also a student, pursuing his MBA while navigating the cutthroat world of corporate leadership. As Priscilla and Matthew work together, their mutual respect and admiration grow, but their differences in social status and background threaten to complicate their budding relationship. Priscilla struggles to reconcile her growing feelings for Matthew with the power dynamic between them, while Matthew grapples with the weight of his responsibilities as CEO and the scrutiny that comes with it. As they navigate the challenges of their whirlwind romance, Priscilla and Matthew must confront their own insecurities, fears, and aspirations. Will their love be the symphony that harmonizes their lives, or will the fireworks of their differences tear them apart?

When your blade dulls, edges chipped by claw and shadow, will you swing or let it fall? In a slum choked by red cracks and fog, a boy wields a broken sword—jagged, unyielding, all he has. Three days from power, a whisper tempts: “Fix it. Break them.” Friends bleed, the steel trembles, yet he grips tighter. The World Tree watches, its roots deep in every soul, promising growth—but for whose gain? In a cosmos of veiled strings and devouring silence, his fight defies fate. A fractured edge, a stubborn will—will it cut, or shatter?

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Di dunia yang terdiri dari tiga lapisan - Surga, Bumi, dan Neraka, dewa-dewa yang berkuasa atas Surga telah lama menindas dan memanfaatkan umat manusia di Bumi. Mereka mengambil putri-putri dari Bumi untuk dijadikan istri mereka, dan mengambil hasil panen untuk kesenangan mereka. Umat manusia di Bumi hidup dalam ketakutan dan penindasan. Mereka tidak berani melawan dewa-dewa, karena mereka memiliki kekuatan yang sangat kuat dan tidak terkalahkan. Namun, di sebuah desa kecil di Bumi, ada seorang bayi yang lahir dengan kekuatan supernatural yang tidak biasa. Bayi itu bernama Arkeus, dan ia adalah anak dari seorang pejuang yang berani dan seorang wanita yang lembut dan bijaksana. Ayah Arkeus, yang bernama Thane, adalah seorang pejuang yang berani dan memiliki kekuatan yang sangat kuat. Ia telah melawan dewa-dewa dalam beberapa pertempuran, namun ia tidak pernah menang. Thane meninggal dalam pertempuran terakhirnya melawan dewa-dewa, meninggalkan Arkeus yang masih bayi dan ibunya yang sedih. Ibu Arkeus, yang bernama Aria, adalah seorang wanita yang lembut dan bijaksana. Ia memiliki kekuatan supernatural yang tidak biasa, namun ia tidak pernah menggunakan kekuatan itu untuk melawan dewa-dewa. Aria lebih memilih untuk hidup dalam damai dan harmoni dengan alam, dan ia mengajarkan Arkeus tentang kekuatan dan keberanian. Arkeus tumbuh menjadi seorang pemuda yang kuat dan berani, dengan kekuatan supernatural yang semakin kuat. Ia memiliki motivasi yang kuat untuk melawan dewa-dewa dan membebaskan umat manusia dari penindasan mereka. Namun, Arkeus tidak tahu bahwa dewa-dewa memiliki rahasia yang tidak diketahui oleh umat manusia, dan bahwa Iblis memiliki motif yang tidak terduga. Arkeus juga tidak tahu bahwa ia memiliki peran yang sangat penting dalam perjuangan melawan dewa-dewa dan Iblis.

Heiter is reborn in a Xianxia world where martial artists and cultivators exists, with his memory of his past life intact. His unique white and black hair attracts attention along with his right golden eye and his left amethyst eye. With his right eye of Yang, Sun's Prediction technique allows him to peek into trajectory of the future. With his left eye of Yin, Moon's Contemplation technique allows him to repeat observation, cast illusion and learn from enemy. And with both eyes, he is able to use Drifting Vision of Celestials - entering a state of slow motion as if time had slowed down! And in time he is able to split even his own soul and body with Shattering Twin Spirit of Duality. On his birthday, Solar eclipse is on its way to completion. Rain covers half of the land, while the sun shines brightly on the other half. Thunder resounded all over the sky. His birth cause the heaven and earth to dance, cause birds to circle the sky, and even chi bow down and descend from heaven. "Yin and Yang body!? 5-elemental harmonic bone!?". Heavenly Father, who was in the lower realm and returned to the basic living as mortal for thousands of years sees for himself a heaven defying talent in a 6 years old boy with unique appearance. As if the whole Heaven and Earth drained all of its luck in the next ten thousand years just to give birth to this person! He decides to give a cultivation technique he happens to find in an ancient realm and try to make him his disciple. He watched secretly with his mouth wide open as the boy breakthrough in heaven defying speed. Chi rushed into him even when he's eating, sleeping and even doing his business in the toilet! He watched the sky ready to intervene, afraid of heaven wrath when the boy cause a plant to defy the law of time and mature in minutes. He is completely confused why heaven allows it. He watched in astonishment how the same boy cause major changes in lower realm and hailed as the Wisdom of Mortal Realm, a title granted by the Emperor of Dragon Empire of the mortal realm. He want to smack himself for bragging and being so arrogant in his youth thinking he's a 1 in a million genius. Compared to the boy, he is utter trash! Heavenly Father secretly observes the journey of Shao Ai, until the day he had to show up or called upon. ... Note: MC prefers male sexually. And its my first time trying to explore world of Xianxia and i have zero knowledge of Chinese. I just like the worldbuilding so~

Eliar Vayne was a man who thrived on logic, a mathematician devoted to unraveling the universe’s most complex mysteries. But when an experiment in his lab goes catastrophically wrong, he finds himself thrust into a shattered, alien world—a place ruled by chaos and cruelty, where survival is the only law. In this desolate realm of jagged landscapes and crimson skies, Eliar is no longer bound by the rules of his old life. Here, power is drawn from the raw energy pulsing through the world itself—a chaotic force that bends to those strong enough to command it. For Eliar, logic is his only weapon. With his understanding of patterns and equations, he begins to shape the energy into spells unlike anything this world has seen. But the world he’s been thrown into is not merciful. Predators stalk the shadows, rival survivors would sooner kill than trust, and the land itself seems alive with malevolent intent. Eliar must adapt quickly, forging alliances where he can and outwitting enemies who see his intellect as weakness. Every step forward is a battle, every mistake a potential death sentence. As Eliar navigates this unforgiving world, he uncovers traces of an ancient civilization—a people who once mastered the same energy he now wields. Their downfall holds the key to understanding this broken realm, and perhaps, to Eliar’s survival. But the deeper he delves into the world’s secrets, the more he realizes the truth: this world has no intention of letting him leave unscathed. Driven by the faint hope of carving out a peaceful existence, Eliar must endure relentless trials and confront the darkness within himself. In a world without mercy, only those who embrace the chaos will survive.

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.

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.

In the vast and vibrant world of Charm of Summoning, the skies are painted with the graceful flight of Cloud Birds, while the desolate wilderness is ruled by the fierce and untamed Blood Terror Wolves. Beneath the moonlit canopy of the forest, the elusive Night Dream Beasts glide like shadows, and atop the jagged cliffs, the Wind-Devouring Ghost Monarchs reign supreme. Deep within the boundless oceans, the colossal Sea Spirit Beasts move with silent majesty, and high above the misty peaks, the Thousand-Eyed Tree Demon stands in solitary grandeur. From the Sword Beetle to the Sunset Roc, the Ancient Wood Demon, the Chaos Thunder Crown Spirit, and the Frost Curse Sealing Fox—this is a world teeming with plants, beasts, elements, and undead, a dazzling and fantastical realm of Soul Pets! Our protagonist, a young Soul Pet Master, begins his journey with a small, mutated Soul Pet—a Moonlight Fox. Our hero embarks on a path to true greatness, capturing and bonding with other rare and coveted Soul Pets along the way. With unwavering determination, he strives to reach the pinnacle of power, forging his destiny in a world where the extraordinary is commonplace.

Dark events occuring in Sadie's life will cause her skills tree to awaken and sprout with stats as long as she's able to cultivate them properly. #antihero #litrpg #progression ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Deep within the dilapidated Sinclair district of the city, amidst the crumbling remnants of a nameless temple, an intrepid archaeologist delved into its ancient catacombs. He unearthed an otherworldly artifact near one of the sealed coffins—a muddied relic emanating an eldritch aura that stirred unease in his excited heart. Upon peeling the layers, he found it to be a vase crafted from porcelain and jade and identified strange writings on its side. With each careful stroke, more details unraveled. The letters were that of a forgotten tongue, seemingly appertaining to an extinct civilisation, but what was clear is that it was wrought by a master's hands. Then suddenly, the dark of the cave seemed to spread, as the archaeologist attempted to escape the encroaching darkness that seemed to materialize from naught, a desperate fumble caused the artifact to slip from his grasp. The precious vase, steeped in the weight of forgotten wisdom, tumbled through the air, its delicate form shattering upon impact with the jagged rocks. In that fateful moment, a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors and pulsating energies burst forth, dispersing through the atmosphere. as if a rainbow pierced the heavens and rain poured forth on unwitting denizens. The city's population inhaled the strange color particles, their very essence became entwined with the mystical forces unleashed. Thus, a metamorphosis unfolded—a phenomenon that bestowed upon the citizens a tapestry of extraordinary powers, each intricately tied to the primal instincts of the animal kingdom. Some found themselves endowed with awe-inspiring abilities, harnessing the strength of lions or the agility of cheetahs. Yet, amongst the transformed throngs, a young woman named Sadie awoke to a different reality. As the veil of slumber lifted from her weary eyes, Sadie discovered herself transformed into Sloth Girl—a being defined not by raw power, but by an unparalleled languor that seemed to stretch time itself. While others were psyched in their newfound might, Sadie found herself sedated of care, a somnolent haze permeating her every fiber. She had gained the knowledge that when a civilisation collapses, spirits reincarnate in other lifeforms and all had to be redone again. Dreading such a restart from scratch. Her purpose became to slow the frantic pace of a world always rushing headlong towards its own ruin. The weight of her eternal existence and the burden of time's unending flow tested her resolve. She wished to understand the true purpose behind evolution and sought to unravel the mysteries of the relic as a gateway to learn the secrets animating her strange universe. Hoping that one day, she will gain respite from the eternal cycle of chaos and creation.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."