Paulie Pocket

[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!] [Ding! You get 1 Dirt Block!] Bob the builder! Oop sorry cannot anger the copyright God on summary alone. Ben is a great uncle…. Yes he was living a poor photographer for daily news paper named…. Okay this gonna make the God angry, let’s try again. Ben is your average construction worker, one day he suddenly find himself surrounded by darkness. He was confused how he found himself in here, but a system screen appear in his eyes. [Congratulations you have been choosen as a Crafter] [You get 1 Blockify PickaAxe] [You get 1 crude dimensional pocket]

In a gaslit city where time is currency and memories are traded like coins, Linden Hawthorn, a reclusive archivist, inherits a broken pocket watch and a blood-stained journal after his father vanishes. The watch doesn’t tick—it feeds. With every cryptic vision it offers, it devours fragments of Linden’s past: the scent of his father’s pipe smoke, his sister’s voice, even the reason he began his search. The journal leads him to a drowned barge filled with corpses clutching coins from the future, a porcelain doll that whispers of a faceless figure called the Woundless Man, and a hidden underworld where aristocrats trade seconds of life and cultists worship gears instead of gods. As Linden uncovers his father’s sins—a legacy of stolen time and mechanized horrors—he must decide what he’s willing to lose: his memories, his morality, or his very soul. But the watch hungers, and the shadowy Tockmen who pull its strings demand payment in blood. Time is running out. And it’s taking Linden with it.

Kailen Darkhaven's world crumbled when his parents died two years ago in a beast tide invasion in New York City. Alongside slipping into depression that caused his grades in school to drop exponentially, he failed to become an awakened on his sixteenth birthday. Losing his consciousness due to his frail body and a life of poverty one evening in an alleyway on his 17th birthday, he thought he would die, only to wake up in the same alleyway to a shocking holographic screen before him ''Fusion complete, you have obtained a time dilation artifact.. You are too weak, you will be taken into the pocket world of the time dilation artifact to train in 3...2...1....'' Follow Kailen's journey, as he embarks on a journey with this cheat item, to stand at the Zenith of of the Universe. This novel is participating in Webnovel Spirity Awards 2025. Disclaimer : This is purely a work of fiction, any imitation of real names, places ,people or events is purely coincidental .

We became what the eyes see us as. Not us. Not real. *** "Try this." Yuki lifted his gaze to see a fish ball skewered on a stick, held close to his mouth. The hand offering it belonged to none other than the striking stranger standing beside him. He wore a blue and white uniform, a black bag slung over one shoulder. Yuki’s eyes landed on the stranger’s face again. Even now, he still wasn’t used to seeing someone like him—a face that seemed completely out of place in their small, ordinary town. There was no doubt he was an outsider. "Yuki." Yuki was startled when the stranger moved the skewer even closer to his lips. He could smell the warm, spicy sauce, and without thinking, he quickly flicked his tongue over it. His brows furrowed in surprise—it was unexpectedly delicious. Instead of reprimanding the stranger, he found himself praising him. "Mm, this is good!" He opened his mouth to take a bite of the fish ball—only for it to vanish into thin air. "Huh?" Confused, he looked up, but the stranger was already busy selecting more street food. Yuki’s cheeks suddenly burned, and with clenched fists, he moved closer to him. "What’s your problem?" Even the elderly vendor glanced at them, observing how the stranger completely ignored Yuki. His face flushed with frustration, as if ready to pick a fight. The vendor quickly intervened. "Alright, alright, no fighting! Son, just choose what you want." He nudged Yuki toward the food stall. "No, thank you." Yuki muttered before walking away from the kiosk. The old vendor watched him leave, staring in silence until he disappeared from sight. "One more order of that, please. And make it to-go." The stranger finally spoke. "Ah, sure, son." When the vendor handed him the food, the young man left without another word. Hands in his pockets, he walked in the same direction Yuki had gone, the plastic bag of fish balls dangling from his fingers. The vendor sighed and sat down, shaking his head. "Kids these days." ©2025

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

Five years ago, Li Susu abandoned Huo Sichen and silently went abroad to study. Five years later, Huo Sichen left the medical profession and become a businessman. His worth skyrocketed, and he quickly became a new sensation in the business world, amassing a fortune of billions! When the Li family went bankrupt, he used a contract to make her Mrs. Huo, vowing to make her regret her earlier betrayal! After their marriage —— Huo Sichen: "Aren't you a gold digger? Every day, you must spend all the pocket money I give you, if you don’t, you can’t come home!” There she was, squatting at the doorstep late in the night, laden with shopping bags, teary-eyed, and too scared to come in. The black credit card had no limit, she couldn't spend it all! Huo Sichen: "Who allowed you to lose weight? From now on, every inch of fat on you is mine, you can only gain weight, not lose it!” The beauty-conscious Li Susu, due to all sorts of supplements, visibly… well, not exactly bloated, becoming rounder in appearance! She found herself not only racking her brains on how to spend money every day, but also watching her good figure gradually distort, until she finally —— lost her temper! "Huo Sichen, can't you find another way to seek your revenge?” The man smirked, "Then bear me a son, have ten, and I'll forgive you." Li Susu: "......" After learning the truth, Huo Sichen chased his wife to the crematorium —— "Darling, have all my money and me, please reconcile!” Their children: "Mommy, give daddy another chance!”

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)

This is a world where pain is someone else's pleasure, and pleasure sometimes leads to the worst pain. This is a dystopian world where the kingdom of Orin, a large kingdom that rules across seas of land, protects itself from the outside world by its large walls--known as the Iron of Orin. It's been decades since the people of the kingdom have even heard of stories of other's venturing outside of the wall--what's beyond it? What is the kingdom hiding so ruthlessly that it's forbidden to cross over to the other side? One man is quite curious of the wonders and evils that await beyond that wall, but he has other worries to--well--worry about. Introducing Alaric William Smith, a man known to be one of the greatest inventors of his generation. He's tall, smart, handsome, a bit mad (as inventors usually are), and a pocket full of sunshine that grabs the attention of many. Only problem is, he ends of receiving the attention of the dark Mage of the Tower, Maggie, who yearns for his love and hand in marriage, something he really doesn't want to give, yet may have to if Maggie earns the King and Queen's blessing. Desperate for a solution, Alaric needs to find a way out if this situation, and fast. Oddly enough, it just so happens that Madam Bigod, a woman known for her unamused expression and callous nature, offers him a deal--persuade her pure son to indulge in romance with Alaric, and she'll bestow upon him any desire Alaric wishes. Oh, there is a bit of another problem that leaves Alaric in a bit of a pinch--it so happens that Madam Bigod isn't talking about her eldest son Cedar, but her youngest, Joan, Commander of the White Lilies and known to be the most coldest, ruthless man in the kingdom. Alaric has a lot on his plate, and it starts with capturing the steel heart of Commander Joan Agnes Bigod.

Rosemary spent 18 years thinking she was a member of the wealthy Harris family, only to discover she was a fake rich girl. When the real heiress returned, Rosemary was cast aside and sent back to her poor hometown. But fate had other plans for her, as she soon discovered that her hometown was actually the most exclusive villa area in the country. In a single night, Rosemary went from a modestly wealthy girl to the true heiress of a top-tier elite family. Her biological parents showered her with love, handing her millions of dollars in pocket money, providing access to any car from their fleet, and letting her buy anything from the world’s top designers. As for school, the best institutions were at her fingertips, and if she didn’t feel like studying, she could play with the family company. But what shocked Rosemary the most was finding out she had an ex-fiancé. She couldn’t understand why he kept clinging to her, holding her hand, and trying to kiss her. “Who are you, sir?” Rosemary asked, annoyed. “Sweetheart, I’m your husband,” the ex-fiancé responded. “I don’t have a husband, only a former fiancé”

"May the new Story become yours — The Last Tattoo Artist of Stories" The story tells about a girl named Calcium, a recluse with no big money in her pocket, drinking ale in a tavern and dreaming of more. But fate itself had descended upon her. She turned out to be a Tattoo Artist of Stories... and the latter, because in the world where she lives, there are only legends about such people, about people who can rewrite their entire lives with just one glance. Our glorious recluse will have to learn about her strength, become stronger, learn about her rewritten history and memory loss, and fight for her life. telegram: https://t.me/nikomela

Trash! Hou Chen finds out that he is a trash that can't cultivate. But noone knows that he has another card in his pocket, his guns, that can cultivate. Although he is a weak human, but with his guns he can even kill gods.

**The World That Was** In 2035, Earth is a graveyard of humanity’s hubris. **Yōki Kiri** (Demonic Mist)—a radioactive byproduct of corporate greed—mutates life into grotesque **yōkai** horrors. Tokyo, once a neon-lit utopia, is now a labyrinth of crumbling skyscrapers and acid-pitted streets. Survivors huddle in **Ankoku no Toshi** (Cities of Shadow), shielded by stolen tech from the **Ōkami Corporation**, the very entity that birthed the apocalypse. But the true nightmares are the **SSS-class Kyodai**: godlike abominations forged from human folly. **Yami no Orochi**, an eight-headed leviathan fused with nuclear wreckage. **Kū no Yūrei**, a spectral entity devouring continents into void. And **Tetsu no Daishogun**, a sentient skyscraper with a taste for souls. ### **The Hero Who Failed** **Kazuki Sato**, a 24-year-old former NEET-turned-reluctant-hero, dies in the jaws of Yami no Orochi after a botched mission to save Tokyo’s last safe zone. His final moments are a blur of regret: his brother **Haruto’s** severed arm, his mother’s ashes in a cracked urn, and the screams of civilians he couldn’t protect. But death isn’t the end. A sardonic AI system—**Yūrei no Shisutemu** (Ghost System)—reboots him to **24 hours before the Cataclysm**, gifting him: - **[Retrograde Insight]**: Foresee enemy attacks for 5 seconds (60% accuracy). - **[Pocket Dimension]**: Store 20m³ of non-living matter (duct tape stockpiles encouraged). - **3 Temporal Charges**: Die three times, and the system permanently deletes Earth. ### **The Mission** Kazuki’s goals are simple: 1. **Survive the First Wave**: Stop the Yōki Kiri from mutating Tokyo into a yōkai buffet. 2. **Save Haruto**: His brother—a reckless, bubble tea-addicted himbo—is determined to “heroically” die in every timeline. 3. **Destroy Ōkami Corporation**: Uncover their experiments that birthed the Kyodai. But the system isn’t playing fair: - **Quests** mock him (*“Save 50 civilians? Here’s a ‘Mama’s Boy’ title instead.”*). - **Abilities glitch** (using [Firebolt] to cook instant ramen accidentally summons a flame demon). - **Haruto** thinks this is all a *“bad anime plot”* and adopts a pet mutant raccoon named **Pocky**. ### **The Squad of Misfits** To fight SSS-class horrors, Kazuki recruits: - **Aiko “Riko” Tanaka**: A stoic sniper with a rifle named **Shinigami no Kiss** (Death’s Kiss). Her past? Classified. Her aim? Flawless. - **Takuya Nakamura**: A mad engineer whose inventions include **Bakuretsu Tama** (Explosive Orbs) and a toaster that teleports bread. Mostly harmless. Probably. - **Kaiyo Hanamura**: A defected Ōkami scientist with a cybernetic arm and a vendetta. Knows the Kyodai’s secrets but trusts no one. Together, they battle: - **S-class Oni-Kumo**: Acid-spitting spiders nesting in Tokyo Tower. - **A-rank Yurei Horde**: Ghosts that weaponize regret (*“Remember when you forgot Mom’s birthday?”*). - **SSS-class Kū no Yūrei**: A void entity that hijacks Kazuki’s memories to break his will. ### **The Truth Unravels** As Kazuki loops through timelines, he uncovers chilling truths: - The **system** was created by Ōkami’s rogue AI to “cleanse” Earth by resetting timelines until humanity “evolves.” - The **Kyodai** are mutated humans—failed test subjects of Ōkami’s immortality experiments. - **Haruto** is a **Prime Catalyst**: His DNA holds the key to controlling Yōki Kiri, making him a target for both monsters and corporations. ### **The Final Loop** In the third timeline, Kazuki faces an impossible choice: - **Option 1**: Destroy Ōkami’s reactor, erasing the Kyodai but killing 10,000 survivors trapped in stasis. - **Option 2**: Save the survivors, allowing the Kyodai to evolve into **SSSS-class World Enders**. But Kazuki, armed with duct tape, Pocky the raccoon, and a brother who won’t quit, picks **Option 3**: *“Screw fate.”*

"Oh Lord Lunareio, you are the only one who can save our world." ... My name is Rikuya Takatsuki, and I didn’t ask to be summoned to some fantasy world with my classmates. But there I was, expected to be a hero and protect the Kingdom from Realm Eaters, dimensional monsters chewing through reality. Apparently, all the races summoned forth heroes of legend, which was sort of a shocker to me since it wasn’t the cliché "slay the demon king" trope. Sounds cool, right? Wrong. While everyone else got flashy powers and legendary classes, I was slapped with the FFF Auto Hero class—no skills, no perks, and no respect. The kingdom handed me some pocket change and politely told me to scram. Fine by me. I was all set on enjoying the easy life in this new world anyways, when out of nowhere a bunch of cultists kidnapped me, claiming I’m their prophesied god or whatever. They gave me a mansion, unlimited snacks, and zero responsibilities, so of course, I played along. But then my so-called useless class kicked in. Turns out Auto Hero means my body hijacks itself whenever there’s danger, turning me into some kind of unstoppable killing machine. Efficient? Sure. Ethical? Not so much. Now everyone thinks I’m this terrifying cult leader who takes down monsters, corrupt kings, and anyone dumb enough to stand in my way. While my classmates enjoy their shiny hero lives, I’m here in the shadows, leading a cult, toppling kingdoms, and pretending I have some grand plan. The truth? I’m just winging it. I mean... what’s the worst that could happen?

The martial world always remembers legends. There are songs, poems, and paintings dedicated to heroes whose blades split mountains — and villains whose names still terrify children at night. Every generation has its icons, figures whose actions reshape history itself. It does not, however, know what to do with Yeung Ryo. Raised by a master who openly regrets ever meeting him, Ryo is less a disciple and more a walking catastrophe. Part genius, part pest, and pure trouble, his name spreads not through honor or fear — but through exhausted sighs and repair bills. When not being punished for his latest stunt, he can be found robbing rich clans, stuffing his face with stolen buns, or playing hide and seek with his own shadow clones — because why not? With one foot in greatness and the other in nonsense, Ryo has earned a title few in the martial world could ever achieve: The Scourge of the Martial Alliance. Ryo squinted down at the scroll someone had left behind on the desk of the house he had just broken into. “Who the hell wrote this?” he muttered, mouth still full of steamed bun crumbs raining down onto the paper. “Clearly, they got it wrong — I don’t have one foot in greatness…” He grinned wide, voice full of misplaced confidence. “I am greatness!” And with that, he pocketed the scroll, stole another bun, and jumped out the window.

At the tender age of five, Kingsley Alexander's life was irrevocably changed when she lost her parents in a tragic accident. Left in the care of her mother’s elder sister, Mrs. Carley, Kingsley and her younger brother were thrust into a world of uncertainty. Despite the emotional scars of her loss, Kingsley found solace in the unwavering love and support of her aunt, who worked tirelessly to provide a stable and nurturing environment for the siblings. Though they were far from wealthy, Mrs. Carley ensured that Kingsley and her brother never felt the sting of deprivation, instilling in them values of resilience and determination. For ten years, Kingsley lived a relatively peaceful life, shielded from the harsher realities of the world. But everything changed when she earned a scholarship to Greenmock Academy, an elite private high school known for its opulence and exclusivity. Greenmock was a world apart from anything Kingsley had ever known—a school where billionaire heirs and heiresses roamed the halls, their wealth and influence dictating the social hierarchy. Teachers bowed to their demands, and the rules seemed to bend for those with the deepest pockets. As a middle-class girl with no connections, Kingsley quickly found herself an outsider in this glittering yet cutthroat environment. Her scholarship, secured through the generosity of her boss—a renowned and influential woman who believed in Kingsley’s potential—was both a blessing and a curse. While it opened doors to unparalleled opportunities, it also made her a target for envy and ridicule. The students at Greenmock were ruthless, and Kingsley’s humble background made her an easy mark for their cruelty. Yet, amidst the challenges, she found an unexpected ally—and perhaps something more—in Raymond Wayne, the enigmatic and charismatic son of one of the school’s most powerful families. Raymond was unlike the others. He saw beyond Kingsley’s modest upbringing and recognized her strength, intelligence, and unwavering spirit. Their connection was immediate, a spark that neither could ignore. But their budding relationship was far from simple. Raymond’s world was one of privilege and expectation, and the pressures of his family’s legacy loomed large over their bond. As Kingsley navigated the treacherous waters of Greenmock, she was forced to confront not only the external challenges of fitting in but also the internal struggle of trusting someone who seemed so different from her. Now, as Kingsley stands at the crossroads of her journey, the question remains: Can she overcome the obstacles before her alone, or will Raymond prove to be more than just a fleeting presence in her life? Will their love withstand the weight of their differences, or will the pressures of their worlds tear them apart? And in the face of adversity, will Kingsley find the strength to rise above it all, or will she need Raymond by her side to survive the storm? Dive into Kingsley’s world of trials, triumphs, and heartache as she fights to carve out her place in a society that seems determined to keep her down. Will love be her salvation, or will she discover that her greatest strength lies within herself? ---

[Mature Content.] “Afraid? Oh, dear, I can burn the world and no one will blame me as long as I have my husband’s money in my pocket.” — Irene Russell’s hard work for years was turned into junk when her boyfriend stole her work and gave it to her wicked step-sister. The public immediately recognizes her step-sister as a genius, while Irene must bear huge losses. Her boyfriend dumped her and declared he had been cheating on Irene’s step-sister since the beginning. After drowning herself in bottles of red wine, a piece of cake suddenly fell from heaven. Her boyfriend’s boss suddenly asked her to marry him to clean his name from a nasty scandal. Desperate to earn money, Irene accepted his offer. However, after she read their marriage contract, she realized every point in the contract was intended to spoil her to the root. — “You’re the perfect candidate to be my future wife.” Irene, “A woman like me can give you a headache, Mr. Delacroix.” “Oh, it’s such a coincidence,” Sebastian told her with playful intonation. “I like troubles.” — With the help of Sebastian Delacroix’s money, Irene could climb the ladder of success. At the end of the day, would her ex-boyfriend and her step-sister cry the blood of tears after betraying her? — Contact me Instagram: @zenanicher

At 21, Alex Turner’s life is a mess. With only a high school diploma, no job, and barely any money left, he’s at rock bottom. Desperate to do something nice for his girlfriend Emily Grant’s birthday, he spends the last of his unemployment money on a mysterious old pocket watch engraved with his initials. But his world falls apart when he finds Emily cheating on him with the wealthy heir, Jason Sterling. The next day, things get even worse. Jason runs Alex over with his car, leaving him for dead. As Alex lies there, clutching the pocket watch, he notices the hands begin to rewind. Suddenly, he’s given a second chance—a chance to change everything.

When Kaito and his two best friends board a midnight train to Tokyo, they expect an ordinary journey. But as thick fog engulfs the train, the passengers fall unconscious—only to wake up on a mysterious island with no memory of how they got there. The train is gone. The station is abandoned. And the world seems to have forgotten they ever existed. As Kaito and his friends search for answers, eerie whispers echo through the night, shadowy figures lurk in the mist, and a strange key in Kaito’s pocket glows with an unknown power. Each step they take unravels a terrifying secret: this island is a trap, and they are not the first ones to be caught in its grasp. Can they escape before the island consumes them? Or will they become just another story lost to time—forgotten, like the train that never arrived?

There are many things that we can found in our pocket. This book that I make like our pocket. It explain us not only wallet or keys that have in our pocket. I am poor with synopsis. I am sorry. Hope you guys like it.

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!

If you're reading this, then chances are you're drawn to tales of Greek mythological characters and monsters . Update schedule: 2-3 chaps per day Ding {System notification} God of War, Ares, hath been vanquished {+one million exp points} "What the heck! I just defeated a god and I got only a million exp? Cronus, you stingy ancient relic! I’ll get you for this!" Rex yelled. "Verily, thou hast bested but the god of mere skirmishes, Ares. Prithee, speak not of billions in reward 'til thou doth lay low Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades. Until then, relish thy modest crumbs, mortal!" "Talk normally!" Rex screamed You’ve merely vanquished the god of brawls, Ares. When you manage to take down Zeus, Poseidon, or Hades, then we can talk about real rewards. Until then, enjoy your pocket change!" "Okay, now I even hate it when you speak normally!" Rex facepalmed ************** Pandora's box has been opened! Woe unto humans!! The entertainment of the gods has just begun!!! Years after the titans were defeated at the hands of the Olympians, humanity started to awaken abilities that made them accomplish feats that would have been only possible in Superhero movies. Yet "evil must accompany good," as monsters also began to emerge on Earth. Amidst all of this, an orphan boy named Rex fails to awaken anything, as if this isn’t enough, a pitiful end soon follows him, but it seemed as if fate hadn’t forsaken him yet, as the very depths began call for him, ***Young one, You have inherited my will*** But great power comes at a great cost

They called her Moon—a name that raised eyebrows and invited questions she preferred not to answer. With empty pockets and an emptier stomach, she wandered until she reached the borders of Blace, a country she'd only heard whispered about in taverns. But timing had never been her strong suit. The nation was at war, desperately recruiting anyone who could hold a weapon. The military's offer seemed simple enough: three meals a day, a roof overhead, and a bed to call her own. In exchange, she'd wear their uniform. Moon should have known better—nothing comes that cheap. Now she had a year or less to transform from a street-smart survivor into a soldier, under the watchful eye of Lieutenant Harrington. The Lieutenant was a man carved from winter itself, with ice in his veins and frost in his voice. He had no patience for weakness—or as he called them, "chickens"—and Moon quickly learned that his training methods matched his reputation. As she fumbled with her rifle and struggled through combat drills, one thought kept haunting her: in choosing a way to survive, she might have just signed her own death warrant.

Ilse thought her breakup with Ana was final—a clean, mutual parting. But Ana couldn't let go. For three days, Ana's obsessive texts, voicemails, and relentless stalking pushed Ilse to the edge. Blocking her didn't work; ignoring her didn't help. One dull, lonely night, Ilse tries to drown her stress with cheap beer, a vibrator, and an old dungeon-crawling RPG. Halfway through, her phone buzzes: an anonymous call. Ana. The sound of her voice sends Ilse into a panic. She screams, tells her to stay away, slams the phone down—but minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Ana is there, eyes wide and manic, clutching a knife and an ancient, bloodstained book. Ana chants something in a language that doesn't belong in this world. The blade plunges into Ilse's body, followed by a desperate, cuddle. As Ilse's vision fades, After being given a choice by an entity. Ilse wakes up somewhere else. A glitchy, corrupted world stretches before her, where reality bends like an old game on the verge of crashing. Naked, vulnerable, and utterly classless, Ilse stumbles through a bizarre urban sprawl, barely surviving. Living off mana pockets. A battle priestess, share's her energy with her. Giving her a choice, to play this world like a game or to succumb to the cycle. In this world, mana is life. And the most potent way to leech it? Through acts of intimacy. Ilse is thrust into a twisted realm where sex isn't just survival—it's power. However corruption threatens to change it all for the worse. **** UPDATES MONDAYS TUESDAYS WEDNESDAYS

This is the reboot. Want more exclusive content and early releases? Join me on Patreon at patreon.com/Writing_when_bored Synopsis: Multiple universes collide and the MC's universe is the centre of the collision this leads to dimensional pockets to form leading monsters to invade earth. An unstable dimensional pocket collapsed sending the mc forward in time a thousand years into the future Releases will be a min of one chapter per week (old version available on Patreon)

Evelyn Rosalyn Amiss has been traveling through for the past ten years. Thanks to a gorgeous golden antique pocket watch purchased while on her weekly thrift store and antiquing outing for her online vintage store called Poor Little Rich Girl. Little did she know that one purchase would save her life and allow her to become a time traveler. Author Vernice Onyx

In a world where data is the new currency and corruption is coded into the system, Ethan Cole—a 19-year-old tech savant with a vendetta against predatory corporations—fights to protect the vulnerable from digital wolves. Working at a failing repair shop in Silicon Valley’s shadow, Ethan spends his days salvaging cat photos from cockroach-infested laptops and his nights reverse-engineering malware for pocket change. But when he discovers “Phoenix Fire,” a sophisticated virus destroying data without ransom demands, he uncovers a conspiracy that will forge him into a titan… or destroy him.

The Heirs of Eclipse: A Blasphemous Covenant Beneath the Steam-Powered Metropolis is a novel that blends the elements of steampunk and Cthulhu Mythos, narrating an epic tale of moral dilemmas, human struggles, and the exploration of cosmic truths. The story unfolds in a fictional steampunk city where the protagonist, Lancelot, is a highly skilled clockmaker. By chance, while repairing a pocket watch, he triggers an ancient curse, causing black veins symbolizing the power of an evil deity to emerge on his right hand, thereby drawing him into a conspiracy that spans time and space. Desperate to save his sister from a wasting disease, Lancelot delves into the black market, dabbles in forbidden alchemy, and even participates in a blasphemous ritual held within a steam church. He replaces his heart with a living gear, gaining the ability to manipulate metal but also bearing the heavy burden of needing to consume iron weekly.

Synopsis: "When the war is over, we'll get married and I'll grow flowers like you, and our story will be one of the most beautiful love tales in the universe." A letter found in the pocket of a dead soldier; Captain Jungkook Jeon, 1895. This AU (ff) is written by @ARTSEOULVK in twitter. I just writting it for the people who don't use twitter and want to read this masterpiece. And also cause her account is deactivated now so yeah enjoy! Thank you. Ps. The book cover does not belong to me nor does the novel.

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