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Sukuna Furnace

Amanse

In a land where gods once walked and shadows now hunt, a forgotten boy awakens to a destiny carved in flame. Amanse has always been different. Stuttering, ridiculed, and abandoned as a child with no name and no past, he’s spent his life hiding in the cracks of the kingdom of Amaaku—just another ghost in a land unraveling. But when a whisper in the wind calls his name, and strange visions of burning skies and bleeding stars begin to haunt his dreams, Amanse finds himself drawn into something far greater than he can understand. The kingdom of Amaaku is dying. Besieged by cursed forests that breathe, ancient warrior clans hungry for blood, and oceans murmuring with the voices of the drowned, the realm teeters on the edge of chaos. But the true threat stirs deeper—older than kings, older than gods—a darkness buried beneath time itself. The gods, once silent, have begun to move. Some have chosen to watch. Others to fight. And a few… have chosen to break the very laws of heaven. Among them, the goddess Ala marks Amanse, not as a warrior or a king, but as something far more dangerous: a bridge between worlds, a spark meant to ignite an ancient fire. Thrown into the mythical Furnace of Gods, a realm between life and eternity, Amanse is trained by the Alusi—celestial beings with powers rooted in forgotten truths. There, he must face the trauma of his past, the betrayal that shattered his childhood, and the fire that has always lived within him, waiting to be named. But Amanse is not alone. Whispers tell of others—six chosen souls bound by fate: a warlock cursed by love, a seer tormented by what she cannot un-see, a child born with no shadow, a warrior who remembers dying, a goddess hiding in human skin, and a lost heir whose throne was stolen before his first breath. Together, their fates are tied to the bloodline of gods, and to a prophecy long buried under war and silence. As the skies begin to bleed and the sacred mountain Oke Nwanyi calls, Amanse must journey to reclaim his true name, unlock the fire within, and face a choice that could save or shatter the world. But the Darkness already knows who he is. And it's coming. Amanse: The Fire of Amaaku is the first installment in a sweeping epic fantasy rooted in rich Igbo mythology—where gods bleed, mortals rise, and destiny is not inherited, but earned in flame, faith, and fury.
BlakJade · 2.3K Views

Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family

Su Changqing reincarnated into a fantasy world, directly starting with a heavenly advantage, being born into a Great Emperor family. His father is Su's contemporary family head at the quasi-emperor peak, his mother is the sword pavilion's legitimate daughter with Great Saint cultivation, and even a steward of the Su family is a Saint King. Born into such a powerful family, Su Changqing could easily reach the peak just by doing nothing. But his father, Su Nan, was afraid that his son would become a pompous and arrogant wastrel in such an environment, so he established a Truman World for Su Changqing! In a poor family, with no way to cultivate, Su Changqing struggled through hardships and finally joined a small sect. What he didn't know was that his enlightenment teacher was actually the contemporary Confucian Immortal. The taciturn elder teaching him Sword Techniques was actually the Sword Fool famous across the continent. The irritable elder who always blew up the alchemy furnace was known as the Pill Saint. To prevent Su Changqing from being arrogant due to his talents, many famous teachers were extremely harsh, and the Divine Techniques taught were very difficult to master. But soon, these teachers were all panicking. "Sword Fool master, the Nine Yang Sword is too simple, is there any other Divine Technique?" "Pill Saint master, don't leave, I've already mastered the Yin Yang Reversal Alchemy Technique, teach me something more powerful." "Hey hey hey, Confucian master, don't run, I've finished reading the books you asked me to..." Looking at the retreating masters, Su Changqing sighed helplessly, "A small sect is really a small sect, unreliable..."
Action and speech, silence and stillness · 655.4K Views

Scorch.

A hundred years ago, the sun’s flames crept hotter and brighter until daylight became a furnace—mankind retreated into the night, and the world was claimed by shadow. In the silence of moonlit streets, water became worship, and three mighty prophets—Children of the Sun, Moon, and Stars—rose from ash to rule with fire-forged faith. No one knows if the Scorch was divine wrath or a cosmic accident, but for a century the faithful have burned heretics, torn nations apart, and lived by ritual “Purification” to prove their worth. Now, sixteen-year-old Ádin survives in a hidden bunker, trading scraps for scraps and precious drops of water. Marked by secret scars that only glow under his skin he lives with Fletcher, his mute golden retriever, and clings to the cryptic lullaby his grandmother left him. Out in the ruins roams Salvator Morgan, a man whose ageless eyes have seen the fall of empires and who whispers rumors of a “true child of prophecy.” When Ádin discovers the first fragment of a hidden map— he realizes he may hold the key to a long-lost salvation. But every step toward the truth draws the attention of the Children of the Stars, a fanatical cult whose young prophet will stop at nothing to claim destiny for himself. As the moon circles high and the ashes swirl, Ádin must decide: cling to everything he’s known, or embrace a perilous path that could either resurrect humanity… or consume him in the flames of betrayal. In a world where water is worship and every lie is branded in blood, survival means choosing whom to trust—and what you’re willing to burn.
SYNTRO · 6.1K Views

Bonds: A Pack of Wolves

Michael’s world is turned upside down when his father brings him to a mysterious bunker located beneath one of his family's establishments. His heart was racing, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were wide. The only thought ruling over his mind, the only question that flooded his mind, was 'WHAT IS THIS PLACE?' He asked himself repeatedly. Each time he and his father walked ever deeper into the bunker, Michael would feel an insatiable urge to question his beloved father on why he had decided that they should explore this daunting bunker. But how could he satisfy this urge to this man, this man he loved yet equally feared, this man whose anger burned like a blazing furnace? Quietly Michael walked behind his father. Finally, they reached a massive doorway. Further inside was a massive hall estimated to host at least 300 people. When he, Michael, the young lad, gazed around the hall, and when his face turned to the left side, shockingly, he saw an empty seat, which looked like a throne. "Father, what is this?" Michael questioned, "And why does that seat look like a throne?" That's because it is,He his father answered. Michael answered with another question, "Whose?" He asked, and his father went towards the throne and replied, "Mine," as he sat. Michael could not describe the emotions racing within him at that moment, but just when he thought he couldn't be more terrified, Venite, servi me! His father shouted at least 3 times. After shouting, the hall was flooded with men wearing black combative gear clothing and covered with black masks. They all came and stood in a formation as if they were trained soldiers; after they had all lined up, they themselves began shouting, Rex Lupus! Dominus Lupus! They shouted these words, words that Michael could not understand, about five times. Michael's father then responded also in a tongue he could not understand, remaining in absolute terror. Michael stood quaking after his father was done speaking to the men. All the men turned their faces from his father to him, and they shouted aloud, Iuvenis Lupus! Iuvenis Lupus. His father stood from his chair. Let's go, my son, he said to Michael. 'Who are you?' The young lad asked himself, completely and utterly stunned.
Writer_On_key · 8.7K Views

I Have Five Senior Brothers

"Gu Qingqing's heart softened for a moment and she saved someone. Who would have thought that because of this, she would become the disciple of the Holy Fox Spirit Lord, whom countless people wanted to acknowledge as their master. She even gained five senior brothers and started the path of becoming spoiled by the group. Eldest Senior Brother was born with the soul of the sword, and he only had the sword in his heart. He was as cold as the snow on a mountain peak, but he smiled at her and refined all kinds of magic robes for her, protecting her behind him. Second senior brother was proficient in music. He looked gentle, but he was cold. He played music for her all night just to kill his enemies, hoping that she could sleep well. The third Senior Brother was a formation master and a playboy. He was flirtatious but not despicable. He never cared about women, but he was willing to charge through the Ten Heavens Immortal Vanquishing Array just to save her. Fourth Senior-apprentice Brother was a genius alchemist. He opened the furnace only to refine pills, but he was willing to research sugar pills for her, just to make her happy. Fifth Senior Brother was a talisman cultivator who was proud and unyielding, yet he was willing to lower his head for her sake and trample his dignity beneath his feet just so she wouldn't be injured. The male protagonist asked, ""What about me?"" Senior Brothers replied, ""Get lost, Junior Sister is ours!""
Indifferent Scorpio · 235.3K Views

Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
Idiocrat · 119K Views

DEATH DRIVE

Title: Death Drive World Overview: Netheria A lawless, war-torn nation divided into 15 hyper-dangerous sectors, each ruled by different martial clans, mad kings, warlords, or ancient beasts. Netheria is where survival is a luxury and strength is law. The land is soaked in blood, corrupted by ancient powers, and ruled by the legend of Thanatos—the god of death and the father of an unmatchable martial art. The Martial Art: Thanatos Said to be the art that even gods fear. It focuses on godlike reflexes, spiritual strikes, and death-touch techniques. Masters of Thanatos are rare, with fewer than 20 known true practitioners in existence. Its most feared technique is: Aim Assist: A forbidden technique that allows the user to land every blow perfectly for 30 seconds. Once active, dodging is futile. The only known counter is another Aim Assisted strike. Main characters: Ryo Kinezora Age: 17 Fighting Style: Kineta, a high-speed variation of Thanatos that multiplies the user’s strength and speed with every movement. Every punch makes the next stronger. Every dodge boosts momentum. But it burns calories and stamina like a furnace. Background: At age 7, while scavenging in the slums of Sector 13, Ryo found a hidden Thanatos scroll buried beneath an abandoned temple. Without understanding the danger, he read and unlocked the first gate of Thanatos within him. Ten years later, he’s become a whirlwind of fury—fast, explosive, and untouchable, with a growing reputation as the "Ghost of Sector 13." Personality: Calm and intense. Rarely speaks, but when he does, it’s impactful. Believes in action over words. Driven by a mysterious urge to “master death.” --- Kiel Vashti age:18 Thanatos Style: Pulse Driver Thanatos Can Faze at will, deliver insanely heavy punches and move at incomprehensible speed. personality: Bloodthirsty, arrogant, prideful and hateful usually towards those stronger than him but is kinda and a bit more reserved around children and those he considers lesser than himself. Born in a swamp, parents were eaten by swamp monsters and saved by a pack of giant immortal wolves. He picked up some survival strategies from the giant wolves that saved him from the swamp monsters. accidentally finds and reads a Thanatos scroll gaining insane powers but his were more powerful than any other, his scroll gave him the ability to Faze and a longer aim assist of 1 minute.
Kitso_Jonas_1st · 11K Views

Iron Ding Dominance

Engineer Lin Tianyu transmigrated to the Great Liang Dynasty and was reduced to a corvée laborer building the deadly dam. Using a bamboo pole to calculate the risk of dam failure, he leveraged geometry to set the gears of fate in motion. From improving looms and coking ovens to casting flintlock muskets, he transformed equations into power—crushing the monopoly of the powerful, taking charge of the royal workshop, and even using the salt production method as bait to lure and kill the Empress Dowager's partisans in the court. When the Di Rong iron cavalry breached the border, he drove a torrent of steel north to defend the emperor: water-powered forging hammers cast cannons that tore through cavalry, and standardized parts were assembled into mobile fortresses on the front lines. After being granted land and enfeoffment, the roar of the steam engine echoed through the new capital, and railways stretched like blood vessels towards enemy countries. The old nobles regarded him as the "Iron-Casting Sorcerer," but impoverished scholars followed him to establish schools of natural philosophy, engraving gunpowder recipes into the textbooks of schoolchildren. And the emperor on the dragon throne, who bestowed the marriage, never imagined that the gunner's quadrant personally calibrated by the orphaned girl Su Yingxue would ultimately measure the weight of the Nine Tripod Cauldrons. This industrial revolution, using carbon as its pen and the metallurgical furnace as its inkstone, is forging Great Liang into a giant cauldron spewing steam—and the one who controls the furnace will eventually hear the echo of steel striking the yellow bell.
yu_zhang_0902 · 1.7K Views
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