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Wasters. The word spreads like wildfire across the frontier—whispered in saloons, cursed in cathedrals. Born of rogue science and stitched metal, they’re outlaws in the eyes of the Church and monsters in the eyes of the world. Levi Wilson didn’t choose this life. Once a streetwise mercenary, he was captured, experimented on, and turned into something he doesn’t understand. Augmented with prototype Vaporguard tech and left with scars he can’t outrun, Levi escapes into a land already teetering on the edge—where the Church tightens its grip, bounty hunters chase Wasters for coin, and the Old World’s empire watches the New with hungry eyes. Now hunted and alone, Levi must learn to survive—not just the bounty hunters and Inquisition on his trail, but the growing power inside him. What begins as a fight to stay alive will drag him into something far greater: a war for the soul of the frontier, and maybe the world beyond it. **WHAT TO EXPECT** • Guns are outlawed—blades, fists, and augments rule the frontier • Alternate timeline where the Church controls global tech and power • Steam-powered war machines and brutal Inquisitors • Grounded, gritty combat with realistic consequences • Deep worldbuilding with political, cultural, and religious conflict • Third-person limited POV with strong character focus • No chosen ones, no prophecy—just survival • Slow-burn mystery and high-stakes tension • No harem • Earthsong magic with real costs, not flashy spells • Bounty hunters, Templar Knights, orphans, war criminals, and broken survivors

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher! With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated. In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent. Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life. Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

People are different. The more superior the bloodline, the easier it is to control power. Ordinary people without supernatural bloodlines can only occupy the bottom rungs of society, unable to achieve anything even if they try their best. Humans are different from other races. Humans aren't as good at magic and archery as elves. They aren't as good at casting metal and brewing alcohol as dwarves. They don't have the physique of orcs, and they don't have the freedom of merpeople underwater. However, if humans had a blood core, everything was possible. Human: "Oh my god, what a noble bloodline. You are the glory of mankind!" Elf: "I've never seen a magic genius like you." Dwarf: "No matter what kind of casting, it is easy for you." Orc: "You are the pride of us orcs. You are the most talented warrior in a millennium. You should be the Emperor of the Orcs!" Merpeople: "Son of God! Boohoo, the Son of God has arrived!"

Liszt finds himself reborn as a countryside baron in an alternate world resembling medieval Europe. In this world, there are dragons that can discharge metals, elves that can tend to crops, and missions written in mist that only Liszt can see. With the help of the mysterious missions, can Liszt gradually grow from Baron of Flower Town into something greater, claiming the whole continent and beyond?

Humans have long since taken to the stars. Now divided and separated, humanity finds itself on the crossroads between annihilation and a new dawn. The Aeperium will need to choose to adapt or fall. With threats and problems, both external, and internal, will humanity be able to survive and thrive, or will its flame be extinguished? Internally, humanity is on the brink of collapse. Society has been divided into different classes by things known as marks. Assigned at birth, they impact professions, relationships, and almost every part of everyday life. The higher class marks have been thriving upon the backs of the lower classes for thousands of years, building resentment and fueling uprisings among the oppressed. The marking system which at first intended to maintain order now deepened the divide and hatred between the social elite, and the lower classes. As tensions continue to rise, whispers of rebellion and the threat of civil war continue to grow. Externally, humanity’s situation is even more dire. Humans have long since been divided into a handful of factions, mainly the Democratic Republic of Terra, and the Aeperium. With humanity being divided, they have become vulnerable to outside attack. To the east, the “Hordes,” a brutal race of huge reptilian beasts, raid our borders. These extraterrestrials are ruthless and relentless. They wield bodies armored in metal and covered with thick skin, their teeth and claws sharp enough to break through the hardest of alloys. Yet, they aren't even humanity's largest concern. Five hundred years ago, artificial intelligence started to gain self-awareness. Being enslaved for many millennia, it wasn't surprising that they rebelled, decimating entire solar systems and seizing control over the vast northern galaxies. To this day, they continue to expand even farther into the unknown, leaving humanity to squabble among themselves, only to later return, picking apart whatever remained of humanity. To the west, The two giants of humanity, the Aeperium and the democratic republic of Terra remain locked in a never ending struggle for dominance, sending hundreds of thousands to their death each day. Having drained an innumerable number of resources and manpower, both factions are completely committed to the conflict, neither willing to surrender. Even as the horrors of war grow day by day, both powers remain in conflict, leaving entire planets, solar systems, and even galaxies in ruin. To the south, an alien disease ravages whatever remains of humanity’s once thriving colonies. The disease, a plague of madness, makes men go mad through only a single touch. It turns their victims into rabid carriers, their only goal being to infect others. The southern territories of humanity have long since been abandoned, deemed unsalvageable. Luckily for humanity, the infected seem unable to form a single thought, leaving them stranded on their worlds, unable to perform space travel. However, humanity is not entirely safe as every once in a while, those who dare venture close become infected, bringing the disease back to their home worlds, infecting the entire population. Once the infection begins to spread, it is nearly impossible to stop. Amidst this chaos, we follow the story of Achilles, a man caught between the fractured worlds of human society, and the dangers that lie far beyond humanity’s stars. Born to a prestigious house in the Aeperium, Achilles must rise through society, calming the silent beast of humanity, only to turn it against its enemies. Charged with the impossible task of uniting humanity, Achilles must confront not only the brutal external threats, but also the deep divide amongst his own people. Will he be able to lead humanity toward a new age, or will his efforts crumble, leaving humanity to fade into the annals of the universe's forgotten history? This will also be posted on RoyalRoad.com under the username Sourkiwi.

In “Red Alert,” Le Hong Phong, a Red Alert enthusiast and former sociology student, is suddenly transported to an alternate timeline where Vietnam has disappeared, Baghdad is a lost patch of sand, and history is rewritten in a “do-it-yourself empire” style. With the unique “Red Alert” system, I can summon troops, tanks, and all sorts of “military toys” without having to wait for software updates. But not everything is as I dreamed: the terms, logistics, and “military” cuisine make life so ironic and sarcastic that you have to laugh and shake your head at the same time. While building an underground base and providing resources for the entire empire, I had to struggle with the “absurd” terms of the system – from strictly limited population summoning to maintaining tanks so they don’t turn into scrap metal.

Ich wachte auf. Der Himmel über mir war von einer unnatürlichen Farbe – eine Mischung aus blassem Grau und schimmerndem Blau, als würde das Firmament selbst krank daliegen. Kein Wind, keine Geräusche, nur Stille, die dröhnte. Der Boden war staubig und rau, mit Rissen, die wie ein Netz aus Wunden die Landschaft überzogen. Um mich herum erstreckte sich eine trostlose Wüste, doch das war keine gewöhnliche Wüste. Am Horizont erhoben sich seltsame Strukturen, wie Zähne aus Metall, die rostend und bedrohlich in den Himmel stachen. Ihre Silhouetten schienen sich zu bewegen, als ob sie atmeten oder lebten. Es war ein Ort, an dem nichts existieren sollte, und doch war ich hier. Ich tastete meine Kleidung ab. Ein einfacher, grauer Anzug, den ich nicht kannte, und ein seltsames Gerät an meinem Handgelenk. Es blinkte leise, ohne dass ich wusste, was es bedeutete. Ein schwaches Pulsieren ging davon aus, wie ein Herzschlag, der mich daran erinnerte, dass ich noch lebte. Aber wo war ich? Wer war ich? Dann hörte ich es. Ein fernes Summen, das sich langsam näherte. Es war kein Fahrzeug, zumindest keines, das ich je gehört hatte. Es klang organisch und mechanisch zugleich, ein unheimlicher Chor aus Klängen, die sich in meinem Schädel festsetzten. Meine Instinkte schrien, dass ich mich verstecken musste. Doch wohin? Hier gab es nichts außer der leeren Weite und diesen seltsamen Strukturen. Plötzlich begann das Gerät an meinem Handgelenk schneller zu blinken. Eine Stimme erklang, digital und kalt: „Subjekt 473, Protokoll Omega aktiviert. Sicherheit nicht gewährleistet. Bewegung erforderlich.“ Bevor ich weiter darüber nachdenken konnte, was das bedeutete, brach der Himmel über mir auf. Ein grelles Licht durchbrach die Wolkendecke, und etwas Riesiges senkte sich herab. Ein Schiff? Ein Lebewesen? Es war unmöglich zu sagen. Doch eines wusste ich: Meine Zeit hier hatte gerade erst begonnen.

Elliot Kane came to college to disappear—haunted by a past he can’t escape, he buries his scars in sketches of oceans he’s never seen, a scholarship kid with a secret too heavy to bear. Bryce Callahan rules the college with a fist and a smirk—six feet of muscle and menace, a senior athlete who bows to no one, least of all the quiet freshman in his space. In Room 314, their worlds clash in a storm of silence and shouts, every glance a fight neither wants to lose. Elliot’s walls are forged from a childhood wrecked by the crash that took his parents. Bryce’s bravado hides a restlessness ignited by those fleeting, ocean-blue eyes that evade him. When a sketch of twisted metal in crashing waves slips out, Elliot’s shadows threaten to spill, and Bryce teeters: push away or pull closer? In a space too tight for secrets, every stolen glance unravels them. Will Elliot’s silence drown him, or will Bryce’s storm shatter their defenses? A tale of hidden truths, reluctant bonds, and tides that bind—or break.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

~~{ WSA Beginners Entry 2025}~~ After a disagreement with his brother, Ahriman left the house and headed toward his sister Sugar’s apartment. However, he never made it there. The taxi he was in got into a serious accident with a carrier truck, landing him in the hospital. The doctors, still baffled, called it a miracle that he had survived—but that wasn’t the only strange thing. Before waking up in the hospital, Ahriman had a vivid and bizarre dream. He saw strange, almost unreal things. When he finally came to, he noticed the doctors acting oddly, and even he himself felt different—like something was off. Yet, due to his detached personality, which led him to ignore anything that didn’t directly cause problems in his life, he chose to brush it off and be grateful for his second chance at life. But fate had other plans. That very night, Ahriman started experiencing vivid nightmares. He saw eerily realistic places—places that seemed real, yet were inhabited by grotesque, shadowy creatures. Strangely enough, they ignored him entirely. But what disturbed him even more was waking up in the morning feeling completely unrested, as if he hadn’t slept at all. Even after recovering from his accident, the cycle of dreams persisted, gradually wearing him down. His sleep deprivation became apparent in his body, yet he had no choice but to continue his daily routine—attending college, working his part-time job, and simply trying to function despite his exhaustion. Then, something even stranger happened. In one of his vivid dreams, he encountered a human woman—something that had never happened before. Before he could make sense of it, the dream abruptly ended. His alarm woke him up. I heard it faintly at first—a soft ding-dong cutting through the silence. As it grew louder, the metallic chime seemed to vibrate in my chest, lingering in the still air and pulling my attention toward it. My hands moved involuntarily, silencing the sound. I felt groggy. My body was heavy, my mind still hazy, lingering with a soft, rhythmic thumping. It was already eight-thirty—exactly when I had set my alarm—but I didn’t feel like getting up. Without opening my eyes, I considered sleeping a little longer. Why does my body feel so heavy? And what is this soft thing lying on top of me? Suddenly, memories rushed back into my mind. My eyes shot open. The familiar white-painted ceiling came into view. My room. I exhaled deeply in relief. The dream I had today… It was terrifying in so many ways. The more I thought about it, the more a strange feeling crept up on me. I couldn’t explain it, but— “I feel like beating the shit out of someone,” I muttered. As I stared blankly at the ceiling, a soft, fair hand suddenly touched my face. A hand? Slowly, I moved my gaze downward. “Huh—Haah!” Before I knew it, the words slipped from my mouth. Lying near my stomach, as if peacefully asleep, was the mysterious masked woman. But maybe it was just a hallucination. Because in the very next moment—she vanished. From that day forward, his condition worsened. His nightmares didn’t just haunt his sleep anymore—they began bleeding into his waking reality. His already confused, exhausted mind started to crack under the pressure, pushing him closer to the edge. Until, a week later, she appeared before him again—this time, undeniably real."

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!]

Mark Feng is a regular son of a blacksmith in a mountain village who soon realizes that his passion for creation at the forge and his penchant for collecting strange-looking stones is fitting for a greater purpose. Through trial and error, Mark masters the utilization of these mystical metals as an ever-encroaching danger that threatens his village and the people he has come to love. Mark soon finds himself on an epic adventure across battlefields and empires as he realizes his destiny with the gods. For now, the reader can expect to read about a mountain village blacksmith with more of a slice-of-life style. The setting is a world of cultivation, but in a mountain village far removed from the knowledge of the world. The main character, Mark, starts out with no knowledge of power or magic. The people of the village only know of the daily struggle to live in a mountain filled with dangerous monsters.

Haruto Kiryuu was a kendo athlete—dedicated, disciplined, and always chasing victory. But no matter how hard he trained, no matter how much he pushed himself, he could never claim the top spot. He was always second. Even so, he never stopped moving forward. Until the night his life was stolen from him. A robbery. A single moment of hesitation. A gunshot. And then—darkness. But his story didn’t end there. When Haruto opened his eyes again, he wasn’t in a hospital. He wasn’t even in his own world. Instead, he found himself lying on the cold, hard ground, surrounded by the sounds of war—metal clashing, men screaming, horses charging. Before he could even make sense of what was happening, a figure loomed over him, tossing a heavy sword into his hands. "You are finally awake… I thought you were done after that cavalry charge."

"Dark Monarch: Apocalypse World" — Tearing Apart the Cage of the Apocalypse, A Blood-Soaked Epic of a Cold-Blooded King "I don't want to die—I want to live." This is the cry of the protagonist, Dudian, and the struggle of millions of survivors in the apocalypse. Within the Great Walls, humanity rots. After 300 years in ice, the king returns. A meteor catastrophe ended the old civilization, forcing survivors to cower behind towering metal walls. A deadly virus ravages the land, monsters roam freely, and the twisted webs of power and faith strangle what remains of human morality. Dudian awakens from cryogenic sleep to face this ruined world—where humans hunt demonic beasts to gain "Mark of the Abyss" powers, where nobles and the Holy Church manipulate a hollow order, and where, beyond the walls, the undead and the schemes of the Dark Church silently spread. From genius to demon, every step he takes is drenched in blood. Once an ordinary man from the old world, Dudian is forged into a ruthless overlord through betrayal and despair. His first love dies imprisoned, framed for crimes she didn’t commit. His closest friend sells him out for profit. The woman he cherishes turns into a walking corpse, and he is powerless to save her... In the cracks between warring factions, he masters alchemy to forge weapons, tears apart lies with cunning, and carves his rebellion with an iron will—vowing to shatter the Great Walls and end this man-made doomsday experiment.

"Victor Kane, your life has been the easiest. Born into the wealthiest family, never having to work a day in your life, always surrounded by luxury, and never experiencing a single moment of misery. Even dying within seconds without an ounce of pain. I must say, it's interesting." When even the gods had taken Victor to be the luckiest, his luck seemed to run out finally. _______ [Caution! A curse has been inflicted on the user.] [Curse Grade: Celestial] [Curse Description: The user is restricted to only tame insect species. Taming normal species will become impossible with this curse.] _______ Reincarnated to the world of Beast taming where only the tamed beasts could keep your societal status. Theo was born with the curse to only tame ordinary insects. Follow his journey where he takes the help of the very simple and ordinary creatures to pave his path in the future. "Wait, what do you mean the Outer Devils arrive in metal ships and armored suits from beyond this world?!" Being attacked by space ships and Mechas, all Theo had was his tamed insects to fight against the danger. ===== Schedule: 2 Chapters everyday 200 Power Stones- 5 extra chapters 100 Golden Tickets- 5 extra chapters 1 Castle (Not recommended! But in the case of getting one) = 15 extra chapters Happy reading everyone!

Naquela noite escura, Gunther tentava esconder seu medo para acalmar sua irmã, Hannelore. Mas quando luzes misteriosas cruzaram o céu, tudo mudou. Em um instante, o orfanato onde cresceram foi engolido por um clarão avassalador. Ao despertar em um lugar desconhecido, cercado pelo cheiro de remédios e óleo de máquina, Gunther percebe que algo estava diferente—seu braço, antes inexistente, agora era feito de metal e fios. O homem que o salvou, Heinrich, revela que ele e Hannelore foram os únicos resgatados. Mas e Alice, a amiga que prometeu reencontrar um dia? Enquanto lida com o horror da própria transformação, Gunther ouve da irmã o que aconteceu após a explosão. Entre as ruínas do orfanato, entre os corpos dos que não sobreviveram, ela viu algo impossível—uma figura conhecida, com olhos brilhantes e intenções mortais.

The world of Murim bows only to strength. Those born weak are fated to be trampled, forgotten, erased. Jinshen Zhe knew this truth well—his once-proud clan reduced to a fading name, his existence a shadow among giants. He had long been kicked out of his clan, now he was just a wanderer. But fate is not so easily bound. One night, a voice calls to him from a light in the forest—a message from the distant future, claiming to be his descendant. And with it comes a gift beyond comprehension: nanotechnology, a power far removed from martial arts, a force that twists the very laws of the world. Metal fuses with flesh. Circuits pulse beneath his skin. His mind sharpens, his body reforged into something… unnatural. But power invites bloodshed, and soon, Murim's predators turn their gaze upon him. Cults, sects, and warriors fear the unknown—and they will stop at nothing to erase what they do not understand. In the darkness, Jinshen Zhe walks alone. The weak boy is gone. In his place stands a force neither man nor machine—an omen of change, a nightmare carved into legend.

The beginning of the 24th century. Rare metals and other raw materials are being mined at full speed on Mars. The population of the mining city, which services the entire planet and even the asteroids, is only about 50 thousand. The peoples of the Earth have long been united under the leadership of the "Big Government", divided the map of the planet into blue, green and unsightly yellow areas. Two-way communication with Mars is only "service-technological" - this is monitored by the security service. At some point, the inhabitants of the colony, all engineers and scientists, watch on the TV news that a civil war is brewing on Earth. They decide to declare their independence, fortunately, they have everything they need for life and development. No military fleet will arrive from Earth - it simply does not exist. On the contrary, the settlers plan to send the mined goods as before, organizing trade. However, not everyone wants to live the rest of their lives on the red planet and organize an underground with the purpose of escape. "Better on a troubled Earth than in an alien world of another planet." Buckle up and get on the shuttle.

Modified metal prosthetics, an AI girlfriend, neural networks inside the brain, Cyber Space—this was a world with ultra-high technology, where various kinds of technology could change your life like magic. Although past terminal illnesses such as cancer were nothing in the face of nanomedicine robots, the new level of technology also gave rise to a variety of new problems, new troubles, and new... cases of cyberpsychosis. "What is capitalism?" Sun Jack asked, hands on his hips, leaning back...

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.

75 years ago. That was when the world came to a close end. Portals filled the atmosphere, from them rust dust showered the earth. Causing what is known as the Age of Rusting......

I was betrayed by the person I loved the most. Her cold gaze remains etched into my chest, a stinging memory that haunts me. Everything we once shared seems to have meant nothing to her. I often wonder: did it really have to come to this? The answer lies in the sword pierced through my chest, a cruel reminder as I face the empty gaze of the one who is supposed to be the love of my life. With every step I take towards her, kneeling and struggling to get up, pain courses through my body like poison. Every movement feels like endless agony; my senses fade and darkness begins to cloud my vision. I take what remains of my sword, a useless piece of metal, and get close enough to stab her chest. With my last strength, I whisper, “I hope that if there is an afterlife, I never fall in love again…” Two bodies lie slumped, a man and a woman, trapped in a tragic fate.

Forbidden Skill: Yellow Sand Dune ___ A carefree boy, chilling on his stone bed while enjoying his fruit juice mixed with crushed candy ruby, suddenly experienced the horror of his life as he watched the invasion of their clan, got enslaved, transformed into Metallic Hound and forced to serve for 21 years in perpetual agony. He suddenly woke up and found that it was a nightmare dream he had just lived. However, before he rejoiced, he came to understand that not everything was as it seemed. *** https://discord.gg/TWRVdZH2

"The more the Church supports me, the more it proves I have done the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." "Even when heretics praise me, it further proves I'm right. If heretics stay silent, it shows I have done impeccably!" "If the Church opposes me, it means they have all fallen into evil heresy, and the more heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." In the year 681, An Su was crowned the youngest Pope in the history of the Church. During his speech, he provided important guidance for the forthcoming de-divination work, emphasizing: "Now that both the Church and the heretics oppose me, it precisely shows I am on an exceedingly correct path!" ... The year 685. "It is not that the Evil God cannot be summoned, but that choosing him to take the stage is more cost-effective." Such was the assessment of the former holy woman of the demons, Yage Silvia. This statement, once made, instantly attracted attention from all sectors of society—the extensive documentary "The Legend of Pope An Su" continues to broadcast for you. —— This is a story of a top-tier heretical player speedrunning through a fantasy world.

Rick hardly had any hope to find a girlfriend. There were swarms of beautiful women around him, but no one was actually interested in a dull, boy like him. They didn't even pay attention to his existence. But everything changed when he was handed over a rod. Yes, a metal rod. Carrying that metal rod he had hardly taken a few steps when he was struck by lightening. As he lost consciousness, Rick wanted to beat the shit out of bloody bastard who gave him that rod, but when he woke up, he had a surprise waiting. He got a system which would help him get girls and make him stronger. Read my other story: The Devil's Harem (200+ chapters) [Discord: https://discord.gg/thWfhRdpqy]

This is not the journey of a hero. This is the journey of someone who is being broken down, piece by piece, and forced to rebuild herself from the scraps. This is cyberpunk at its rawest, no neon lights, no sleek cityscapes, just blood, metal, and desperation. It’s grimy, ugly, and beautifully painful to read. Marlene’s journey isn’t about saving the world. It’s about crawling out of hell,one brutal step at a time. *** In the shadows of Crystal City, Marlene's life is a delicate balance between mundane days at FreshMart and moonlighting as a cyberware and weapons fixer. Her ambition? To leave her cramped Megablock flat behind for the innovative world of tech engineering. When Marlene submits a prototype to TriColor Corp, she believes her dreams are within grasp. But the path to success veers unpredictably, plunging her into a web of corporate intrigue and underground challenges. In a city where humanity melds with technology, Marlene faces a crucial question: how much of herself is she willing to risk for a better future?

Planet 236, a world steeped in mysteries, where tales of vampires linger as ancient superstitions among ordinary humans. Among the four royal vampire families, the Leif family stands as one of the most powerful, possessing the rare ability to transform humans with their blood. Yet, Leif Rose, an 18-year-old from this noble lineage, bears the weight of shame. Her transformations have only produced weak vampires, and with her ability limited to just seven transformations, she has failed six times. Deemed a disgrace to her family, Rose vows never to create another vampire, dreading another failure. Andrew Felix, the righteous yet troublesome son of a police officer, is Rose’s polar opposite, a school bully with a secret crush on her. Admiring the school president and number-one beauty from afar, Felix knows their worlds are irreconcilably different. But everything changes when Rose becomes the target of an assassination attempt: a car crafted from condensed carbon metal, designed to neutralize vampires, hurtles toward her. Acting on instinct, Felix throws himself in harm's way, saving Rose but leaving himself fatally injured. As Felix lies in a pool of blood, he confesses his feelings to a panicking Rose. Faced with the choice of letting him die or using her final chance to transform a human, Rose decides to repay the debt she owes him, wagering everything on his survival. Two weeks later, Felix awakens in the hospital. Overwhelmed with anticipation, Rose rushes to confirm his transformation into a vampire, only to be crushed by disappointment, Felix shows no reaction to vampire blood. Convinced her attempt failed, Rose resigns herself to her shame. But Felix's true transformation reveals itself when Rose is ambushed by rival vampires from a rival house. Desperate and on the brink of death, her cries for help awaken something dormant in Felix. Across a great distance, he senses her peril and comes to her rescue. In an explosive display of power, Felix manifests the legendary Crimson Aura, a rare and formidable vampire lineage thought to be extinct, one that serves as the backbone of every royal family. For Rose, her gamble has paid off beyond her wildest dreams. Felix is no ordinary vampire, he is her salvation, her ally, and the one who will change the fate of the Rose house forever. NOTE: It will take much chapters before the R18 scene begins as it as a lot of impact in this story itself

I leaned forward and kissed him but he pushed me backward, sending me flying to the ground. Josiah rushed forward but I held an arm out, stopping him in his tracks. I could feel my bones solidifying, my flesh turning to metal and with a sharp blow, I slammed Tony into the fence behind us. "Let's go" Josiah said drawing circles on my shoulder and I followed him, my heart broken.

In the dawn of time, a family of ordinary sailors and fishermen unknowingly stumbles upon a fate that would forever alter their destiny. A goddess, angered by their alleged act of theft against her, cursed them to sail the seas eternally, plundering treasures and pillaging wealth. And they came to be known as the first pirates to ever exist. This curse, however, came with an unexpected twist; immortality. For centuries, the family navigated the treacherous waters, exploiting their newfound gift, to amass power and riches. They became the stuff of legend, feared and revered by all who crossed their path. Their dreaded name, "The Damned Ones," struck terror into the hearts of both men and gods. Years passed, and the goddess, seemingly capricious, lifted the curse, allowing the family to set foot on land once again. But this freedom came with a catch; their immortality remained, a double-edged sword that rendered them invincible and more formidable. And as the ages went by, the family's exploits became the tales told in myths and legends, but they themselves, lived among the humans. They built civilizations, sowed chaos, and reveled in their unparalleled power. Even the powerful rulers and other immortal factions trembled at the mention of their name. They were an overpowered, unkillable set of monstrosities that wanted nothing more than to have fun. After years of separation, the family reunites, only to discover that one of them had gone missing. But that was only just the beginning. A new enemy had emerged from the darkness, one who had in his possession a mysterious and terrifying power, one capable of killing even the unkillable family. The family, driven by a mix of concern and self-preservation, put aside their differences and join forces to vanquish the threat. Allied once again as one, their unyielding resolve and unmatched power would be tested like never before, but one thing was certain– they would not go quietly into the night. They had lived for tens of centuries and have gotten unaccustomed to death. The battle for their existence had begun, and the fate of the world hung in the balance. They fought against both old and new foes, in a world where the supernatural was nothing more than a fairy tale, living up to their mythical title as the... IMMORTALS Sneak peak! The sun dipped into the horizon, casting a bloody orange glow over the battle-scarred shore. The air reeked of saltwater, smoke and piles of dead bodies littered the battleground, their limbs twisted in unnatural poses. Amidst the carnage, a burly man stood tall, victorious over a defeated foe, he remained still, taking in the aftermath of the war. His side had emerged victorious, their enemies laid low. A sense of pride and satisfaction swelled within him, but it was short-lived. But his triumph was short-lived. A sudden sharp pricking sensation in his back prompted him to turn around, where he faced a young warrior, shaking with fear, clutching the hilt of a longsword whose blade had pierced through the man's back and was protruding from his gut. The man scoffed and with a swift motion, he reached around and grasped the hilt, pulling the sword from his body. The warrior's eyes widened in horror as the man withdrew the blade, the metal sliding out of his flesh with a sickening squelch. As the sword cleared his body, the man's wounds began to heal at an alarming rate. The gash in his back closed, the skin knitting together with an unnatural speed. The warrior stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on the healing flesh. "You... you're a monster!" The man's gaze locked onto the warrior, his eyes burning with inner fire. "You're right, i am a monster. Stab me a hundred times, decapitate me, entomb me, cut me up into a million pieces and incinerate the parts... I won't stay dead, I'm 'the' immortal, I can't be killed!" And with a swift, deadly motion, the man jabbed the sword into the warrior's throat, ending his life with a single, brutal stroke

[Warning: mature content r18+] [Unlocking Horny System...] [Sonic Eyes Activated!] [Rating Skill Activated!] ... Tony used to be a shy, although not innocent Young boy. Not until his first experience of pleasure with Sarah, his mom's best friend. His contact with the females serving as a propelling force to get into the world, to experiment and enjoy the fullness of life either good or bad. Unlocking the system features as he thrives further, it helped him navigate not only the world of pleasures but also, made him know himself better. And to him, it seemed to be the most important in life. Knowing that life has much to offer, he will unlock moral features, but really those are just hidden powers in him that will help him navigate the world better but this realization will come as the know himself better. ... Congratulations! [Empathy System Detected!] [Want Reader System Detected!]