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LIFE OF DEPRAVITY

"Life of Depravity" is a dark fantasy tale centered around Nayra, a reincarnated soul in a cycle of rebirth. Originally from Earth, Nayra finds himself reborn in a world where power is measured by chakras, spiritual gates that grant supernatural abilities. Key Elements: Reincarnation Cycle: Nayra possesses the Sudarshana Chakra, a forged divine artifact that allows him to reverse time upon death, restarting his life while retaining his memories. Chakra System: The world operates on a seven-chakra system, with each unlocked chakra granting increasingly godlike powers. Nayra aims to reach the seventh chakra, a feat never before achieved. Divine Conflict: As Nayra grows stronger, he attracts the attention of gods who seek to stop his ascension. His ultimate goal is to transcend even the gods themselves. The Larger Cosmos: An entity beyond the gods observes Nayra, claiming he shouldn't exist and hinting at a greater cosmic game. Ruthless Ambition: Nayra is willing to go to extreme lengths for power, including planning to kill anyone for his plan because for him now the "Human life is the grain of salt". Deception and Patience: In his current life, Nayra hides his true nature and power, pretending to be a normal, chakra-less child to avoid drawing attention too soon. The story follows Nayra's journey from birth through childhood as he secretly trains and plans, all while maintaining a facade of normalcy. His ultimate goal is to achieve true immortality and rule over all of existence, believing his way of thinking will improve the world.
ICEY_BLADE · 3.2K Views

O Alfa: Conquistando a Filha do Inimigo

## CONTEÚDO MADURO! ## “Por que você tem cicatrizes?” De repente, Iris mudou de assunto, enquanto olhava nos olhos de Cane. Ela ainda estava agarrada às mangas dele. “Seu pai me deu”, respondeu Cane. Ele pensou que Iris não se lembraria dessa conversa quando acordasse. “Deve ser tão doloroso.” “São.” “As cicatrizes vão sarar?” “Não acredito que sim.” A noite realmente te tornava vulnerável e te fazia dizer coisas que nunca admitiria quando estava claro. A obscuridade amolecia seu coração. “Que pena. Você tem uma alma quente.” Iris franziu a testa levemente. “Eu não tenho mais uma alma.” Ele vendeu sua alma pela liberdade de seu povo. Agora, não restava nada dele. “Sim, você tem, mas está com tanta dor.” Iris piscou. “Sua fera está em dor. Você tem tantas cicatrizes.” “As únicas cicatrizes que tenho estão no meu rosto.” Iris balançou a cabeça fracamente. “Não estou falando do seu rosto. Estou falando da sua alma. Que pena, você está com tanta dor... o que meu pai e irmão fizeram com você deve ser doloroso...” E depois disso, Iris fechou os olhos e adormeceu. ====================== Ela é filha de um alfa que matou sua família, dizimou sua alcateia e também fez de seu povo escravos. Agora, ele alcançou a vingança depois de dez anos sendo tratado como escravo e estava vivendo uma vida que ninguém poderia imaginar. Vida semelhante ao inferno. E dez anos depois, Alfa Cane consegue derrubar e matar o alfa que tornou a vida de seu povo pior do que a morte. Era hora dele fazer os filhos do alfa pagarem pelo que o pai deles havia feito. Apenas... Iris era uma rejeitada e era muito diferente de seu pai.
i_want_to_sleep · 2.1M Views

RE-awakened: Let Me Sleep In Peace!

Ding! — SSS-Rank Talent Awakened! ❰ World Digitalization (SSS) ❱ ➤ Scan & Convert: Instantly scans an area, dungeon, or portal up to 100,000 square meters, transforming it into a fully interactive virtual world stored within the host’s mind. (Usable once per day) ◆ Skills Unlocked: ➤ Virtual World Access: Host can enter the digital world at will — train, battle, and explore. ➤ Time Slow: Time flows 10 times slower. ➤ Death Override: Upon death in the virtual world, host can respawn endlessly. All injuries, pain, and deaths suffered inside leave no effect on the host’s real body. ➤ Resource Synchronization: Loot, rewards, and knowledge gained within the digital world can be brought back into the real world. —————————————— The galaxy descended into chaos following the descent of void portals and its invading creatures. Starved and hungry for human blood, they wiped out almost 90% of humans. During the war Alerian, the leader of the Nine Great Primarchs , fought hard for humanity, finally wiping out the last Darkgod that had infiltrated Earth. However, it almost cost him his life. At his weakest; instead of the praise, he was met with betrayal by the other Three living Primarchs including his most beloved. As a last ruse, Alerian activated his final contingency plan, a full neural upload protocol that transferred his consciousness into a specialized quantum chip, even as his physical body was destroyed by those he had trusted most. After five centuries, civilization was then rebuilt. Various Megacities and metropolis exist and human civilization was even more glorious and prosperous than it ever was. Alerian awakened five centuries later. Instead of vengeance, Alerian only wanted to live his life in peace. However, life often has its own plan. ——————————————
RagingArtPunk · 257 Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 712.4K Views
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