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Meowing Heads

Weird And Hard To Kill? Sorry, I’m The Real Immortal

Suddenly pulled into a world filled with Specters, Fang Xiu woke up with a unique ability: Reset. Every time he died, time would rewind to the moment before he was killed. In this strange and dangerous world, Fang Xiu could have chosen to hide. Instead he announced to the world, “Yes, I’m a prophet. I can see the future!” As his predictions kept coming true, his title of the Prophet spread around the world. His words became the truth. They became the future. “I have seen the future,” he announced, attracting people from all around the world. His followers took it to the extreme, declaring, “Should the Prophet decree your demise one day, don’t waver, don’t question, just obey. For hesitance only leads to a far graver fate.” During a B-level Specter event, known as [the Spawning] A teammate warned, “The creature is hiding among these villagers. We need to be careful.” Fang Xiu pointed to the last row and commanded, “The one in white. Yes, you. Come out!” In an A-level Specter event, called [Lantern Heads] One teammate warned, “This area is crawling with thousands of Lantern Heads. If they shine their light on you, your head will fall off. The scariest part is the Lantern Heads float unpredictably. It’s impossible for anyone to get across safely. Wait, where’s Fang Xiu?” Another stuttered, “He, he…he’s on the other side!” The first teammate exclaimed in disbelief, “What?! How did he get across?” The other replied: “He…he just walked over.” ____ 3 Chapters Daily 1 Power Stone = 3 more additional chapters. (Reset Daily)
nawalana · 15.4K Views

Echoes of a Threaded World

Memory fragment loading... He woke up alone. Cold. In a forgotten workshop. Dust thick in the air, silence heavier still. No past. No memory. Just a name he didn’t recognize as his own. And hands that remembered things he could not. Outside, the city of Velrith stood on three fractured pillars: the Crown, the Companies, and the Circles. Bound by fragile mutual deterrence, they smiled through gritted teeth—each holding weapons the others dared not unleash. The Garde watched the streets. The Garde Royale moved in whispers. The Nobility hid behind masks. The Companies behind contracts. And somewhere, untouched and untouchable, the Xenio worked in silence—answering to no one, owing allegiance to no one. In this fragile balance of power—where loyalty was currency and knowledge meant death—his arrival was… unwelcome. He wasn’t meant to exist. And yet, there he stood. Worse still, his body remembered how to survive. How to fight. How to hide. How to kill. Now the factions were listening. Watching. Questioning. Had someone brought him back? Or had he never truly left? Velrith held secrets no one dared speak aloud. And he was about to walk straight into them. The first lie was that no one remembered him. He didn’t know who he was. He didn’t know why he was here. But something had built him to survive. And something else was watching. He was not supposed to wake up. And that, too, was a lie. —LOG INTERRUPTED— Unauthorized recall request detected. Signal rerouting… Processing anomaly… Who are you?
justbehappywontyou · 1.7K Views

Head Over Boots

The dust of a small Texas town settled around Tessica Raleigh, a world away from the familiar outskirts of Dodge City, Kansas. She didn't expect much from this "Podunk" place, certainly not excitement. Her life revolved around the rhythm of the seasons, the annual harvest of wheat and corn that her family meticulously managed. Her true sanctuary wasn't a quiet room or a bustling city street; it was the cab of a combine or a tractor, the steady hum of the engine a comforting presence as she plowed and harvested the crops. Romance was a distant, practically nonexistent, concept in her demanding schedule. Her parents, meanwhile, basked in their perceived wealth from the successful harvests, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond their financial comfort. On the Triple R Ranch, Logan Ray was living a different, yet equally focused, life. His days were steeped in the traditions of the ranch, a legacy passed down by his dad and uncles. His sophomore year had been smooth sailing, and he felt no anxieties about stepping into junior year. The only real pressure came from his friends, who relentlessly teased him about getting a girlfriend. Logan, however, had his priorities set on his studies and the demanding work of the ranch. He found far more interest in the intricacies of cattle and crops than in high school dating. This focus, however, sometimes made him a target for Kale Edwards, Sawyer Edwards' oldest son, whose animosity often manifested in physical blows.
MG_Ramsey · 15.7K Views
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