Dust Ruffle

[This Novel was dropped but will be Re-Developed later in other work] [I did many mistakes in this novel, but if you are looking for a novel to read. you can check out my other work] ---------------------------------------------------- "This… this can't be right," Kain muttered, staring at the towering obsidian castle before him. "The academy… I pictured a Hogwarts-like experience, not a military base!" He stood before the imposing structure, a mixture of awe and impending doom settling in. Armed with only the faintest recollection of the novel's plot, Kain has no idea what to expect. All he knows is that he’s not the protagonist. He’s not the villain. He’s not even the comic relief. He’s just there, and in a world that thrives on destiny, being “just there” is a guaranteed ticket to the bottom of the food chain. It’s a dangerous world, and Kain’s not here for a tragic death or a heroic arc. He’s here for one thing: survival. No need to become a legend. he is just an extra with the supremacy to carve out his own path, rewrite his own fate, and maybe, just maybe, come out on top when the dust settles.

In a brutal, Apocalyptic world ruled by gods and monsters, a young man awakens in the arms of a fearsome War Mother A tall Female warrior bred from the rage of the war god himself. Naked, disoriented, and barely alive with his organs hanging out, he quickly learns that her mercy is as terrifying as her wrath. Rescued and pieced together by her crude hands, he struggles to understand why she spared him, especially when War Mothers are known for their savagery and their penchant for grinding their enemies to dust.

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, 'Chen' as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master's death, unable to awaken 'spiritual essence' for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master's demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Taoist, stop fighting, the great 'Dao' is nearly worn away!"

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."

After the crimson meteor streaked across the sky, human civilization plunged into stagnation. From that day onward, people could no longer manufacture rockets, nuclear bombs, airplanes, or cars… The towering pyramid of modern science and civilization crumbled, but the disaster was far from over. The world turned gray as the red meteor descended, like a spectral reflection in a mirror, slowly dragging the civilized world into an abyss of chaos. In this age, human life is as insignificant as dust; In this age, humanity shines like the stars. As the great structure collapsed, some saw a pair of twins standing atop the ruins of civilization, their blood-red eyes shifting between laughter and tears. The curtain of the era slowly rises behind them, and with arms wide open, they whisper softly to the suffering masses— “The show… begins.”

Amanda Eclairs is no stranger to pain. Bullied by her peers, abandoned by those who should care, and dismissed by a world that thrives on cruelty, she’s spent her life trying to survive the darkness around her. But when the torment pushes her past her breaking point, Amanda decides she’s done being a victim. Swearing Revenge, how far will Amanda go to take back control? And when the dust settles, will she find peace—or lose herself completely? ************** This work is completely a work of fiction. This is an original story. Cover Art is Created through AI. This work is extremely short.

We all dream. With time some us forget them. Nightmares are more memorable. Dust, wanted his dream to be fullfilled, for that he need to survive nightmares.

From the moment a life-giving planet begins its rotation, it becomes a silent witness to the ebb and flow of countless civilizations. Empires rise from the dust only to crumble back into it. Species emerge, thrive, and vanish into the annals of forgotten time. Through relentless storms, volcanic cataclysms, and the shifting of continents, the world continues its tireless cycle, indifferent to the fleeting lives upon its surface. Nothing in its grand design remains eternal. Change is the only constant, as the very essence of existence is shaped by upheaval. In this crucible of adversity, where nature’s wrath tests the resilience of life, only those who evolve—who embrace the necessity of transformation—can stand at the precipice of survival. To endure is to adapt. To adapt is to conquer. And only through this relentless evolution can one grasp at the elusive thread of perfect victory.

257 years ago, two countries were reduced to dust for calling his wrath. After the incident not one drop of rain fell. Fearing the demon lord’s power, all races stopped the ongoing war. Peace finally returned, bringing new changes. But the demon lord disappeared...

[DARK FANTASY] [MATURE CONTENT] [NO RAPE] Euphy woke up alone in an abandoned bunker with no memory of who she was or how she got there. Venturing into the unknown, she discovered she had crossed into Wolfstadt—a kingdom notorious for its ruthless ruler, King Maximus Adalwolf. Known as a tyrant feared by all, Maximus was the last person she wanted to cross paths with. But fate had other plans. Desperate for answers about her past, she was forced to make a dangerous pact with the very man who embodied power and cruelty. Signing a contract she didn’t fully understand, she became bound to serve the king in exchange for his help. As she embarked on a perilous journey to piece together her lost memories, she found herself caught in a web of treachery, power, and a king who seemed as much her captor as he was her ally. In a world where trust is a luxury and freedom feels like a distant dream, she must decide whether her past is worth the price of her soul. *** “I need something in return.” “What is it?” “Your ability to heal,” he stated plainly, his voice devoid of emotion. “In exchange, I’ll help you recover your memory.” She frowned at his strange request. “I don’t think I can do what you’re asking,” she replied nervously, her voice slightly wavering. “I… I don’t even know if I can use healing magic. I’ve never done it before… well, as far as I remember.” His golden eyes remained fixed on her, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever. “Of course, you can,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone laced with an unsettling certainty. “It’s in your blood.” Leaning forward slightly, he added with a cruel edge, “And let’s not forget—you don’t really have much of a choice. Either you do as I say, or you remain a slave prisoner forever here in Wolfstadt.” The weight of his words was merciless, each one cutting deeper than the last. The way he spoke, so calm and detached, made it clear that neither option would truly benefit her. It was a game, and no matter how she played, the odds were stacked firmly in his favor. With a trembling sigh, her shoulders slumped, and unshed tears pooled in her eyes. Deep down, she knew the choice she was about to make might lead to regret, but she had no other option. “Fine,” she whispered after a long, agonizing pause. “Atta girl,” the king said with a smirk that dripped with mockery, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” His tone was casual, almost taunting, as though her surrender had been inevitable. She ignored his condescension, clenching her fists to steady herself. Forcing herself to focus, she asked directly, “What do I need to do?” The king straightened, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves as he stood. He cast a final glance her way before delivering his answer with unnerving nonchalance. “Well, to start,” he said coolly, “you have to become my wife.” Before she could react, he turned and strode out of the room, his robes trailing behind him, leaving her stunned into silence. It took her a full minute to process his words, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in like a stone in water. By the time she fully grasped it, the room was silent, and she was alone.

Under the sky of history, whether you love or not, you are merely a speck of dust. No matter who you are, what you can grasp is only yourself.

Ji Rong died suddenly after staying up all night playing an online game, only to wake up as the evil villainess who meets her demise at the hands of the heroine in the game’s ending. Determined to change her fate, she resolved to fight against the heroine until the bitter end. But then, the sweet and naive heroine unexpectedly… awakened. A certain “mad dog” pounced on her, whispering teasingly into her ear: “Senior Sister, isn’t this fun?” Expressionless, Ji Rong replied, “Not at all.” Now, facing the heroine who radiates dark energy and wears “I’m no good” on her face, Ji Rong could only weep internally and curse the game developers for ruining her youth. From a near-death awakening: “I can’t believe it—the NPC… is me!” Having reincarnated as the villainous Senior Sister, Ji Rong initially thought she was handed the script for The Villain’s Redemption Story—or at least I Became a Light at the End of the Game. Instructions: 1. The realm levels in the text are: Beginning Realm, Spiritual Communication, Heart-Seeking, Riding the Wind, Stepping on the Moon, Chasing the Clouds, Infinite, Desperate, Returning to the Dust. -------------------------------------------------------- Click to join my Patreon for free and get a sneak peek at upcoming chapters and exclusive content! https://patreon.com/Crimson_Lore?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

The Fourth Prince wants his father to cut Iba Algi some slack. Only ten, almost eleven, she’s no threat to the ruling dynasty of Great Yao. The Third Prince wants everyone to get along, but carries a big sword in case he needs to cut a fool. Baltukhasar used to be the Second Prince. After behaving badly, he started killing bad guys in the Northwest Territory to atone. Crown Princess Esmaralde wants her space. If she doesn’t get it, well, she’s called Goddess of Glaives for a reason. Bon Bao thinks the Fourth Prince is cuter than a demonic red panda. He doesn’t need big swords or heavy glaives on account of so many muscles. Flex. Pin Fun isn’t cuter than a demonic red panda, but he’s cute enough for Iba Algi to save him from a lich. Special Agent Dust has a job to do and does it well. If everyone else were as dedicated to their work, she wouldn’t have a job at all. Screw that. Garrett’s just a nice guy with great abs trying to get by in a changing world. Iba Algi doesn’t think it was very nice for First Qianqiu Emperor to imprison the God of War four thousand years ago. Though only ten, almost eleven, she intends to do something about that.

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you." Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister. "Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me. And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath." Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life. "Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..." My throat tightened. "If I fail?" The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm." What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

In a world reshaped by the collapse of ancient kingdoms, the death of the legendary Kings of Fire, Thunder, Beasts, Order, and Chaos marked the dawn of a new era. The once-mighty kingdoms have crumbled, giving way to modern states, but the potent legacy of these monarchs remains in the form of five mystical rings. Each ring embodies the unique power of its former ruler, offering unimaginable strength to those who dare to claim them. As the dust of the old world settles, a shadowy organization emerges, masquerading as an archaeological expedition in search of ancient relics. Their true mission, however, is far more sinister: to unearth these rings, believed to be weapons of unparalleled power, capable of shifting the global balance. Alric Kincaid is a brilliant young scholar at Harvard University, on the cusp of graduation with a thesis on the elusive deep state. His academic pursuits take an unexpected turn when he becomes embroiled in a deadly international conspiracy. One fateful night, after a harrowing encounter with Russian intelligence agents, Alric is wounded and finds himself hiding near a forgotten statue, its hand adorned with a mysterious ring. Driven by a blend of curiosity and survival instincts, Alric takes the ring, unknowingly setting off a chain of events that will alter the course of history. As he examines the artifact at home, he discovers its connection to the lost kings and the immense power it holds. The ring becomes both a beacon and a curse, drawing attention from powerful factions and individuals who would stop at nothing to possess it. With danger lurking at every turn, Alric must navigate a treacherous world of espionage, ancient secrets, and political intrigue. As he unravels the mystery of the rings, he realizes that the future of nations hangs in the balance. Alric is thrust into a race against time to prevent the resurgence of chaos and tyranny, armed only with his wits, the enigmatic ring, and the reluctant allies he gathers along the way. In a story that blends the mystique of ancient powers with the relentless pace of a modern thriller, "The Rings of Sovereignty" explores the enduring conflict between order and chaos, the burden of power, and the choices that shape destinies. Will Alric succeed in keeping the rings from falling into the wrong hands, or will the world witness the return of a forgotten era's dark reign?

"In a universe ruled by ancient gods, humanity faces existential threats. As protagonists Noya, Yoshi, and Kai navigate a world of horrors, they confront their destinies. Battling demonic forces, they uncover truths about their own powers and the dark origins of their foes. Sacrifices are made, alliances tested, and in the end, redemption found. Yet, a lingering mystery remains: the enigmatic figure Yamada, driven by an inexplicable hatred. As the dust settles, questions linger, setting the stage for an epic second season where secrets will be revealed and destinies fulfilled."

Zeriel is a powerful CEO, a multi-billionaire known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, a man who has everything,except a heart open to love. To the world, he’s a shrewd businessman with no tolerance for weakness or attachment, but in truth, Zeriel hides a far darker secret. He is not human, but a hybrid of two fae lineages: one dark, one light. Born with ethereal wings and supernatural powers, he’s spent his life concealing his true identity, blending seamlessly into the human world. But Zeriel’s existence is shadowed by a curse: he is destined to die at thirty, a fate decreed at birth for being an “abomination” in the eyes of his people. To escape this grim destiny, Zeriel fled the fae realm and made a life among humans, focused solely on finding a way to break the curse. Love is not only unimportant to him; he believes it is a weakness, a trap for the foolhardy. Until he meets her: a human woman whose spirit challenges and infuriates him in equal measure. He despises her fiery resilience, her ability to see through his hardened exterior—but he is helplessly drawn to her, feeling emotions that had long ago turned to dust within him. As he battles his growing feelings, Zeriel is thrust into a dilemma. If he opens his heart to love, will he weaken himself and risk his only chance at survival? Or could this forbidden love hold the key to saving his life, transforming him into something his people could never imagine? Join Zeriel on a perilous journey where dark secrets unravel, battles are waged in both realms, and one love could alter the fate of two worlds. Will he defy his curse, or will his heart betray him when he needs it most?

So here I am—Nash, the most unmotivated hero you’ll ever meet. One day, I’m binging my favorite shows, and the next, I’m the new big boss of a Warden guild. Timing has never really been my thing. Between the Malefics, who think chaos is their calling card, and mythical beasts that just won’t stay in their hidden lairs, I’m constantly juggling crises and wrangling spoiled brats during my coffee breaks. And Mana, that subtle energy, can be a decent buddy… even if it doesn’t really get the concept of “snooze.” So yeah, between naps, I’m wading through high-stakes missions, magical artifacts, and guild meetings. And if the world needs saving, I’m here—ready to do it in my pajamas. That’s Nash, your guild master, set to ruffle even the coolest dragons! --- Discord: https://discord.gg/HrY5epthyw Participated on the Webnovel Rising Star II

In the vast universe, the birth and death of a galaxy is nothing more than a flash of mottled light. Looking up at the starry sky, there is always a sense of sadness that the ending is predetermined. Where will you and I be thousands of years later? The country, the fire of civilization, and the earth are nothing more than a speck of dust in the deep space. The starry sky is a moment, and the human world is a thousand years. The chirping of insects is only autumn, and you and I are fighting for it. What is at the end of the deep space?

There is endless dust in the world, and every speck of dust is a world. The peerless powerhouse Ling Feng unexpectedly returned to a thousand years ago. In this life, he not only had to protect his loved one who died tragically under the enemy's butcher's knife, but also had to crush all the geniuses from his previous life and tremble at his feet. Endless stars, millions of planes, billions of geniuses, stepping on the path of heaven, proving the divine path, asking the vast sky and earth, who dares to fight against me?

Beyond the Core By Leah Gess In a world divided by power and privilege, those without desirable abilities are cast out into the desolate Outskirts—left to survive in a wasteland of dust and despair. Zora, an 18-year-old exile, was discarded not because she was powerless, but because the Core feared what they couldn’t understand. When a brutal purge shatters the fragile existence she’s built, Zora’s buried strength erupts in a surge of uncontrollable power, tearing through the Core’s oppressive walls and thrusting her into the untamed wilderness beyond. With only a handful of outcasts by her side, Zora must navigate the dangers of the unknown—savage clans, whispers of an ancient prophecy, and the relentless pursuit of the Core’s forces determined to reclaim what they lost. As her abilities grow stronger, so does the truth she’s been running from: she may be the key to toppling the Core’s iron grip, but at what cost? Torn between trust and betrayal, survival and revolution, Zora must confront the darkness within herself and decide if she will be the spark that ignites a new world—or the force that destroys it.

Michael Conner is a haunted teenager who basically feels that the world weighs upon him, and every step he makes is drawing him deeper into its cruel clutches. After five years of escaping, fate drags him back for the funeral of his ex-best friend's grandfather-a moment he had dreadfully awaited. What begins as a reluctant return turns out to be a nightmarish journey. In the attic, full of dust, he finds a concealed journal, and the dark secrets it holds unfold a terrifying truth: the grandfather had made a malevolent bargain, trading in his family's souls to some ancient, evil being. Having realized that the town he once knew is steeped in darkness, Michael must swallow his pride and team up with Jake, his former best friend turned bitter enemy. As they grapple with old wounds and simmering resentment, their shared mission forces them to confront both their haunting past and the chilling present that threatens everything they hold dear. Together, they step into the darkness that has consumed their hometown, where every new turn reveals more secrets-secrets that threaten their view of reality and promise to tear asunder the very fibers of their life. With danger looming large over them, tensions rising, Michael and Jake must race against time to try and break the chain of their families that is cursed, binding them into this malevolent force. Will they find a way to redeem themselves and save those they love, or will the darkness claim them forever? Prepare for a gripping tale of friendship, betrayal, and the fight for redemption in the face of unimaginable evil.

Rise of the Abandoned Princess: The Phoenix from the Ashes For decades, the tyrant king has ruled with an iron fist, crushing all who dared to oppose him. His reign of terror has left the kingdom in despair, and the brave souls who rose to challenge him were swiftly silenced, their efforts reduced to dust. The people have resigned themselves to a life of oppression, their hope dimmed to a flicker. But fate is not without its twists. When the king is blessed with a daughter, it is quickly revealed that the princess has no spirit root, the mystical essence that signifies power and destiny. Disgusted by what he deems her uselessness, the king orders the infant cast into the wilderness, to perish unnoticed and forgotten. Yet, what the king could never foresee is that the very child he abandoned is destined to rise from the ashes of his cruelty. Surviving against all odds, the forsaken princess grows in secret, forged by hardship and driven by an unyielding fire. As whispers of her survival spread and her hidden strength awakens, she becomes the beacon of hope the people have been yearning for. The tyrant king’s worst fear begins to take shape—the one he discarded will be the one to end his reign. In a tale of resilience and retribution, the abandoned princess will rise to reclaim her place and ignite a revolution that will bring the kingdom to its knees.

A once in a millennium event is currently being anticipated by all the people of Vesmir. They are outside of their own homes waiting for a special phenomen to happen. They gaze above the skies and saw the one of the two moons of their planet, slowly covered the sun. Suddenly the azure colored sky of Vesmir was hastily change its color into a dark crimson. When the sky of Vesmir became dark crimson, the people of Vesmir was amazed by the phenomenon they are seeing. After a while million of stars twinkle around the moon, slowly turning the dark crimson sky to its original azure color. Among those millions stars there were less than 0.0001.% star that shines brightly compared to the other stars. However, if you look closely as if the dark crimson sky was fighting the million of stars they get a stalemate. People then saw the second moon covered the sun. Suddenly the whole world was casted by shadow and darkness. All of the people of Vesmir suddenly felt feer and safe at the same time. Then after a while the sky returned to its original azure color because it was still in the afternoon. There is no million of stars. There is no dark crimson sky. In a old hut at the top of the mountain, an oldman with a white clothes. The oldman looks like a benevolent and you can see a white aura flickering on and off out of his body. He witness all this phenomenon at the hut's window. The catastrophe that was delayed are happening.The seal of the world are slowly weakening. That race will find this world. No, they already find it. The sacrifice that they made to hide this world from them this is lonely weakening. Alas it would still happen. Are all those sacrifice they did, are for these generation to face?" He asked weakly. No one answered. The oldman looks at his body. He saw his body was very slowly turning into dust. "I do not have much time. I need to inform the guardians of all the races about the impending storm that is coming. They need to focus to armed the new generation especially the Chosen Ones. They would be the the sword that would purge the chaos and shield that would protect it's people of this world from the chatastrophe that would happen. Those who have been sealed cannot do anything, the only solution is to train those new generation." Looking at the window, as he gaves at the sun. "The structure of the universe is gonna completely change in this era. Can this world survive?" The old man did not include the shadow in his premonitions and just bypass it. The old man stands weakly, get his walking stick then go wherever he plans to do. *** Argus Orpheus an orphan who survive from a Gate break. He lives for 10 years alone. "Argus Orpheus, Unique Class Awakener, Type: Summoner." A class that is said to be average by many. Argus was also walking a path of summoner no one has succeeded thus far. Argus awakened a power that was no being should possess. As he begins his journey, Argus slowly uncovers the truth of this mysteries about himself. Watch as Argus embarked his chaotic journey.

◾ SYNOPSIS◾ He stood motionlessly, his cloth dripping of excess muddy liquid, his gaze fixed on the retreating petite figure, riding away on her bicycle. His face was as phlegmatic as ever, his icy stare lingering on the lucky lass. "Just say the word, Zay", his friend nudged. An almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips. He dug his finger into his hair, ruffling it a bit. He turned around and walked towards his car, not even sparing his friend a glance. As soon as he gets in, he shuts the car door, placing his head on the car's head rest while closing his eyes. His men understood the message and put down their guns. Jove shook his head and turned to walk to the car. "It's your first time, dude. What the heck happened?" He asked, walking into the car. "Take the wheels, Damon." His mesmerizing yet cold voice rang, ignoring Jove's question. Jove sighed dramatically and leant back on the seat, bringing out his phone - he was used to his best friend already. Zayde Stoll was the name. His name alone triggered lots of emotions - love, admiration, fear, hatred and every other feelings one could possibly have. He was dangerously handsome; an exact opposite of his real self. At 25, he already was the world's youngest billionaire, having the least number of ten companies in each country. His name made great men fall to their knees and everyone wondered how his fame grew that much. He was known to be eerily cold and he killed without second thoughts. He only needed to say the word and whoever would drop at his feet. He was a real description of a merciless demigod and people shook when he entered college. Jove was his best friend and the only person he talks to aside his Dad, despite their very striking differences. Jove complimented his name - he was one hell of a jovial person and really cheerful...but the heck, he was the world's biggest player. Although he condemned the manner with which Zayde handled his victims, he knew he couldn't do anything about it, having known Zayde since childhood. "Damon! You want to kill us?!" Jove suddenly yelled, yanking off the earpiece he had on. He had fallen back on impulse from the near death crash they barely escaped. He glanced at Zayde, a mistake at first, because the latter never acted like something just happened. His men kept stoic faces too, leaving him dumbfounded. "Am I the only living thing in this car? Because Damon almost sent us to our earliest graves and none of you will f**cking tell me you didn't see that!" Jove yelled. He was this close to being infuriated. Damon chuckled loudly. "It was only a mistake", he said with a shrug. "Yeah, a mistake that would've marked an end to my beautiful life", he said bluntly, his voice unable to mask the sarcasm. "You should be shameless at times, Jove." Boris said, turning back to look at Jove. Just then, Zayde put on his headphone with a slightly irritated huff, a clear indication everyone were disturbing him. They all shut up at once, returning to their previous activities. "You'll watch them kill me one day." Jove mumbled, sinking down into the seat.

In the dim light of the Musuem, Ethan stumbled upon an old, dust-covered pocket watch, its brass surface tarnished with age. As he turned it over in his hands, a strange energy pulsed through him, and the air shimmered like a mirage. Little did he know, this was no ordinary timepiece; it was a gateway to the past, a relic of a forgotten age.

One unexpected heat cycle. One irresistible Alpha. And one unforgettable night. I never expected that single night to turn into the worst nightmare of my life. Not only did I get ghosted, I ended up getting imprinted. To make things even worse, the man in question turned out to be Choi Haejun—my friend’s ex-gangster uncle with an ego as big as the sky. Fueled by rage, I stormed into his office, determined to set things straight. But to my disbelief, the arrogant jerk doesn’t even remember who I am. “Who are you?” “...What?” And if that wasn’t enough, his next words nearly made me snap: “As I said, weren’t we in a business-like relationship?” ‘CHOI HAE F**KING JUN!!!! I DON’T NEED A BASTARD LIKE YOU EITHER!!’ Oh, it’s war now. Now, it’s no longer about heat cycles or imprinting or any stupid things like that, it’s about my pride as an Omega. And I won’t stop until I see him grovel at my feet, asking for more of my superior Omega pheromones like a dog. When his rut cycle comes, I’ll laugh in his face and leave him in the dust. The tables have turned, Choi Haejun. You’re not ditching me—I’m ditching you! #BL #Modern #Omegaverse #MorallyGray #AgeGap #Traumatized Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Arcus All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 아쿠스, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.

In the VRMMORPG Ethereal Realms, Jin Park spawns with no class, no weapons, and a single item: a broom. Mocked by players and NPCs alike, he’s ready to rage-quit—until he discovers his broom can summon dust storms, vacuum monsters, and even wipe out raid bosses. Armed with a weapon meant for cleaning, Jin accidentally becomes the game’s most overpowered player, leaving a trail of sparkling clean dungeons and humiliated enemies. Forget swords and magic—this janitor is sweeping his way to legend!