Dust Swapfell

Beneath the sky, kingdoms rise and fall. Beneath the earth, no such fate exists—only chains, only suffering. Deep below Orinith’s golden spires, where the weight of stone and silence crushes all, a world festers in darkness. Here, names are stripped away, freedom is a myth, and the air itself is thick with despair. No one escapes. No one dares to dream. Yet, among the broken, something stirs. A boy, born into suffering. A secret, buried beneath blood and dust. A power, waiting to awaken. When the first crack forms in the unbreakable chains, the world above will tremble. But not all who rise from the depths seek salvation. Some carry the darkness with them. In the shadows of Orinith, a storm is coming. And when it breaks, nothing will remain the same.

Under the sky of history, whether you love or not, you are merely a speck of dust. No matter who you are, what you can grasp is only yourself.

Glenn Hughes had spent most of his life confined to a hospital bed. Brilliant yet shackled by a cruel fate, he endured ten long years under the relentless weight of an unforgiving disease. Between medications, surgeries, and agonizing treatments, death had begun to seem less like an end and more like a mercy. But when he finally closed his eyes for the last time… rest did not come. The stench of sweat, dust, and blood was the first thing to greet him. Shackled, filthy, and drained of strength, his body was no longer his own. He was no longer in a hospital but in a cell. No longer a patient, but a prisoner. “What the… what the hell is this?” Glenn had been thrust into a world of steel and prana, reborn in the body of a condemned slave. Once a noble, now nothing more than a number among the damned. Yet, something was different. There was a reason he was still alive. Witness Glenn’s transformation as he is dragged through agony and ecstasy, suffering and desire, boundless pleasure and unrelenting torment—all while shouldering a burden so crushing that any other man would break. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ No netorare (NTR), no system, no incest, no consanguineous relationships.

In the year 1995, a crystalline meteor hurtled towards Earth and crashed in the forests of Aomori, spreading clouds of mysterious dust upon its impact. These dust clouds contain a mysterious substance that turns children and teenagers alike into Espers, human beings gifted with supernatural powers known as Sigils. Some have telekinetic powers, others can control elemental properties and some of them have mind-control powers. As time passes, Espers faces prejudice from normal people due to their powers, fearing that they might replace them. Some of them even think that Espers must be eradicated. There are even people who want to capture Espers and exploit their Sigils. On that day, an organization dedicated to researching and defending these supernatural youngsters known as Lazuline was formed. They even built a paradise for them known as Azure City, an artificial island located on the temperate waters of Sagami Bay, Japan. However, Azure City was just a temporary solution to the Espers. Eldritch beings known as Deviants invaded the city and the shadow of a mysterious consortium loomed upon its supernatural inhabitants, and they must fight back for their rights to live. These are the stories of their struggles and their daily life amidst the threat posed by the evil forces. Cover illustration by Reei_ReIN Original character design and story concept by Farhan Gustama Hartono and Alfredo Chandra Special thanks to Gregorio Corigliano, Jacob Furrier, Grant Felix, Rizqy Abd, Bernice Neoh, OldManTai and Tatyina

This is a more refined version of “Tales Of A Swordsman”. In a dangerous world where warlords rule, monsters roam, and treachery lurks behind every corner, there exists a mercenary known only as Dude. No title, no fancy lineage—just Dude. Women whisper his name in hushed tones. Men either want to hire him or kill him. He’s a walking contradiction—deadly, yet lazy; cocky, yet irresistibly charming; a warrior with the strength of ten men but a habit of forgetting his own plans mid-fight. He never says no to coin, danger, or a damsel in distress. And somehow, no matter how insane the odds, he always pulls through with a smirk on his lips and a blade in his hand. But it’s not just his swordplay that’s legendary. After the dust settles, the women he saves find themselves drawn to him—whether it’s the thrill of survival, the heat of the moment, or just the way his rough hands feel against their skin. And when they give in to the tension, the passion that follows is nothing short of earth-shattering.

In a dangerous world where warlords rule, monsters roam, and treachery lurks behind every corner, there exists a mercenary known only as Dude. No title, no fancy lineage—just Dude. Women whisper his name in hushed tones. Men either want to hire him or kill him. He’s a walking contradiction—deadly, yet lazy; cocky, yet irresistibly charming; a warrior with the strength of ten men but a habit of forgetting his own plans mid-fight. He never says no to coin, danger, or a damsel in distress. And somehow, no matter how insane the odds, he always pulls through with a smirk on his lips and a blade in his hand. But it’s not just his swordplay that’s legendary. After the dust settles, the women he saves find themselves drawn to him—whether it’s the thrill of survival, the heat of the moment, or just the way his rough hands feel against their skin. And when they give in to the tension, the passion that follows is nothing short of earth-shattering.

[ A/N: This is a modern fantasy novel that happens on a slightly more advanced parallel earth. Main character is a Villian that regresses to a time before he lost everything. The main theme of the novel is revenge. The main character’s ability is blood manipulation.] ---- As demons attacked the world, one of the most feared villains known to mankind escaped his prison. For the past decade, the high-security containment zone, "The Abyss," had held him captive. But recent demon attacks forced the transfer of essential prison personnel, weakening its security. Seizing this opportunity, Oliver Thorne escaped. Contrary to expectations, he displayed no anger, rage, or remorse, instead heading directly for the heart of the demon army. The blood of the fallen rose like a tsunami, merging with him as he flew across the sky. He reached the center of the demon army. Suddenly, the world turned crimson. An enormous energy wave tore through space and time, shredding the strongest demons into dust. More blood erupted, fueling further explosions. Until everything was reduced to dust. The crimson devil, the supposedly unkillable villain, finally perished. But, unknown to him, fate had other plans. After death, Oliver Thorne was sent to his teenage years. The time before he became a villain. What would he do with the unexpected second chance he received? [ A/N: This is a modern fantasy novel that happens on a slightly more advanced parallel earth. The main character is a villain who regresses to a time before he lost everything. The main character’s ability is blood manipulation.] Tags : Action, Adventure, Scheming Protagonist, Villainous Protagonist, Politics, War, Military, Otherworld, Portal, Monsters. Super power, Super heroes, Super villains.

Humanity was already teetering on the edge. Nations crumbled under the weight of war, resources dwindled, and old alliances shattered into dust. What began as political unrest spiraled into full-scale conflict, a global war waged not just between countries, but between ideologies, factions, and those desperate to survive. Then, the world itself changed. A cosmic anomaly, whether a natural event or something far more sinister bathed the Earth in an unknown energy. Some claimed it was evolution, others a curse. But the result was undeniable: people began awakening unique abilities. At first, they were scattered, anomalies among the ruins. But as their numbers grew, so did the chaos. These new powers ignited the dying embers of war into an unstoppable inferno. Factions rose, each seeking dominance, some believing they were humanity’s salvation, others embracing raw power for conquest. Governments, if they could even be called that anymore, desperately tried to regulate the gifted, while extremists hunted them down out of fear. And from the shadows, outside threats, beings or forces awakened by the same event watched, waiting for their moment to strike. With civilization on its last breath, the question remains: will these new abilities be the key to survival, or the final push into oblivion?

The wheel of time turns, its spokes woven with the fates of gods and men. Kings rise and fall, warriors clash like storms upon the earth, and the echoes of their battle shall shake the heavens themselves. They call it war, yet war is but a mirror, reflecting the greed of men, the burden of dharma, and the fire of destiny. The righteous and the wicked march alike, bound by chains they do not see, wielding weapons forged not only of steel, but of belief, of duty, of love and hatred alike. Blades shall sing, chariots shall roar, and arrows shall rain like fire from the sky. In Kurukshetra, the gods shall descend, the earth shall tremble, and all shall be tested, brother against brother, master against disciple, dharma against desire. What is victory, O warrior? What is defeat? The river does not halt for a fallen leaf, nor does the sun mourn the night. The battle has already begun, and time shall not wait for those who hesitate. So choose! Will you stand with righteousness, even as the world turns against you? Will you wield your sword not for glory, but for truth? Will you step forward, knowing that even fate itself trembles before the will of the one who refuses to bow? The end has come. The beginning is near. And when the last arrow is loosed, when the last chariot falls, when the dust of war settles upon the ages, one truth shall remain: The names of the fallen may fade, the stories of kings may be forgotten, but he who stands unshaken in the storm, his name shall echo through eternity.

Fantasy… with a side of romance (and just a sprinkle of impending doom). "When the last of the Starlight Witches falls, the door to Eternity will open." A long-forgotten prophecy, collecting dust for five thousand years. Silent, ominous… and, quite frankly, not Amriel Varden’s problem. She was supposed to have a quiet life. In two weeks, she’ll graduate from the Academy, leave magic behind, and maybe—just maybe—finally get some sleep. But the universe has other plans. Because one morning, Amriel wakes up with an ability she definitely did not sign up for, dark forces start crawling out of the woodwork, and suddenly, she’s at the center of a prophecy that could break the world. Now, she’s got ancient magic stirring, shadowy figures lurking, and a destiny she’s really hoping is optional. (Spoiler: It’s not.)

The scent of vanilla and freshly baked bread curled through the morning air, soft and inviting—a stark contrast to the man standing outside the tiny pastry shop. Matteo De Luca didn’t belong in a place like this. Dressed in black, with a presence that swallowed the light around him, he was a jagged piece of the underworld pressed against the softness of something pure. He hadn’t meant to stop. Hadn’t meant to be drawn in. But there he was, watching the man behind the counter—flour dusting his fingers, lips pursed in concentration as he decorated a delicate éclair. A man who had no idea that with one glance, he had become an obsession. Luca should walk away. He should forget the warmth, the scent, the man who smelled like sugar and safety. But he wouldn’t. Because when a man like him wanted something, he took it. And right now? He wanted him. ---

The classroom was already half-full when he arrived. As usual, nobody met his eyes. He slumped into his seat, pulled out his phone, and— The world froze. Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air—all suspended in perfect stillness. "Oh, wonderful hero," a melodious voice echoed through the room. "Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—" "No," he said flatly. A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. "I… what?" "I said no. I’m not interested in whatever quest or destiny you’re selling. Pick someone else." The goddess’s perfect features creased in confusion. "But… but you’ve been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—" "Lady, I don’t care about your prophecy. I’ve got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world’s issues to the mix. Now unfreeze time and leave me alone." "You don’t understand," she pressed. "Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King’s armies! Millions will die without—" "Sounds like a you problem." He turned back to his phone, though the screen remained frozen like everything else. The goddess’s confusion shifted to anger. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. "You dare dismiss a divine messenger so casually? Perhaps I should demonstrate the gravity of the situation."

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.

The world remembers conquerors, kings, and heroes. But in the end, even the greatest of them fade into dust. I refuse to be forgotten. Luceris Aurelius. A name that will not be lost to time but etched into eternity. He will not be remembered as a mere ruler, but as the architect of an empire that defies the ages. A civilization that will stand beyond the reach of decay. But a legacy is not inherited—it is built. In this world, only magic holds the power to shape the future. And with a near-omniscient artifact—one that whispers knowledge beyond mortal understanding—I will carve my will into existence itself. Kingdoms will kneel. Magic itself will bow. The laws of this world will shatter and be rewritten in my name. For I am not here to follow history. I am here to write it. This is The Grand Sorcerer’s Empire ——————————————————- “If you’re enjoying the story and want to be daily updated, don’t forget to add it to your Library—there’s much more to come!”

Reincarnated into a world ruled by Seven great deities, Seonji dreams of shaping his own destiny. But a sinister force threatens to undo everything—an enemy who seeks to erase civilization and allow the enemies of the Deities into it, inevitably leading to its destruction. With the gods silent and time running out, Seonji must rise before history is reduced to dust.

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you." Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister. "Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me. And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath." Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life. "Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..." My throat tightened. "If I fail?" The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm." What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

The world is rotting. Corruption Objects-twisted abominations from the Counterside Dimension-spill into reality, consuming everything in their path. The last line of defense? The Counters. Elite warriors trained to fight, survive, and die in a war humanity refuses to acknowledge. At the heart of it all is Kun, a reckless, unpredictable fighter wielding the abyss itself as a weapon. His brother, Suho, cold, calculating, and burdened with a secret that could shatter everything. They arrive at Counters Academy, a training ground where more than half of recruits never return from their first mission. Survival is a luxury. Betrayal is inevitable. And something darker lurks beneath the academy's walls. From the feared Abyss Squad to the elite Fenrir Squad, from rival assassins to Counter Hunters, Kun and Suho's squad, Oblivion, is caught in the eye of the storm. Why does the Administration fear them? Why is the world watching them? And what the hell is Kun really becoming? This is not just a war. This is annihilation. And when the dust settles, one question remains: Who will still be standing?

Tigers beget tigers, and lions beget lions. But not in this case. Mao Jin, the only son of the Dust Valley Sect Master, became the laughingstock of the sect due to his trashy talent. At eighteen, he was still stuck in the Mortal Rank-1 realm, with no hope of breaking through to the next stage. Even his parents had given up on him as a cultivator, wishing only for him to live a mortal life. However, everything changed when Mao Jin earned his first income. That was when he realized—what he truly needed wasn’t talent, but money. With money comes unparalleled talents. From a nobody to a visionary, watch as Mao Jin transforms the Dust Valley Sect into a thriving business hub while rising to power!

In an age when the battle-scarred remnants of history gradually turn to cold dust, I open the ancient texts that record the Outer Gods—blasphemous, maddening, delirious words like the ravings of a lunatic—and within my clouded gaze, my fate begins to emerge. War will descend upon the world once more. Kingdoms and races shall be overturned and reborn in blood and fire. All living beings will wail for their suffering and fate, and the war shall never end. Beneath the flames of faith and profit, no one is innocent, and no one will be spared. Listen closely, Jeanne. Beneath my feet lie two paths. On one, I shall abandon reason and follow your justice, offering my soul, for I have become your knight. On the other, I shall curse all things with the madness and hatred of the Outer Gods. The flame shall be extinguished, life shall no longer shine, and all shall drift toward the end in ruin—for I was once a black sorcerer, a madman who communed with beings beyond...

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted its wielder otherworldly power. Countless powerful Magi from all across the universe waged an epic battle over it. When the dust settled from their fierce clash, the artifact disappeared, awaiting to be inherited by one with great destiny. Adam dreamed of breaking free from the grip of poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. However, learning magic was an expensive aspiration. Not only did it require talent, but also vast resources, neither of which he had. But one day everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Join my discord: https://discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv

Ji Rong died suddenly after staying up all night playing an online game, only to wake up as the evil villainess who meets her demise at the hands of the heroine in the game’s ending. Determined to change her fate, she resolved to fight against the heroine until the bitter end. But then, the sweet and naive heroine unexpectedly… awakened. A certain “mad dog” pounced on her, whispering teasingly into her ear: “Senior Sister, isn’t this fun?” Expressionless, Ji Rong replied, “Not at all.” Now, facing the heroine who radiates dark energy and wears “I’m no good” on her face, Ji Rong could only weep internally and curse the game developers for ruining her youth. From a near-death awakening: “I can’t believe it—the NPC… is me!” Having reincarnated as the villainous Senior Sister, Ji Rong initially thought she was handed the script for The Villain’s Redemption Story—or at least I Became a Light at the End of the Game. Instructions: 1. The realm levels in the text are: Beginning Realm, Spiritual Communication, Heart-Seeking, Riding the Wind, Stepping on the Moon, Chasing the Clouds, Infinite, Desperate, Returning to the Dust. -------------------------------------------------------- You can also join my patreon for more chapters, just search: Crimson_Lore Patreon

The world ended, and from its ashes, a new society rose. One where strength was law, and the weak were nothing more than dust beneath the feet of the powerful. Malakai Von Sanguine was meant to be great, a direct descendant of one of the grand families of the dome, the Sanguine Clan. But at seven, he lost everything: his parents, his future, and his ability to evolve. Branded as worthless, his life became a living hell, forced to survive in a world where the unevolved were walking corpses. But fate wasn’t done with him yet. One fateful encounter changed everything. He evolved. What he acquired was something far beyond the limits of his clan, something most wouldn’t believe possible. A power that defied the very laws that governed their new society. Now, there is only one goal: revenge. The people who took everything from him… he will hunt them to the ends of the earth. He will burn their names from history and carve his vengeance into their very bones. No mercy. No forgiveness. No escape. They will die screaming. Or he will die trying. … Discord: https://discord.gg/ehKGpCU6

When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother’s remote house in Canada to settle its affairs, she expects dust and silence. Instead, she finds a relic of the past—a rotary phone in the attic that inexplicably rings despite being unplugged. Against her better judgment, she answers. On the other end is Ellie, a frightened girl claiming she is hiding somewhere in the very same house—but in 1999. A masked man with a burlap-covered face and a rusted knife is hunting her. At first, Mara dismisses the calls as a cruel prank or a lingering symptom of her childhood trauma. But soon, reality itself begins to shift. Muddy footprints appear on the hardwood floor when no one is there. Familiar objects rearrange themselves into echoes of her past. A fresh scar forms on her arm, mirroring the injuries Ellie describes in real time. The deeper she digs, the more the house tightens its grip, twisting time and memory until past and present blur into one waking nightmare. As the calls grow more desperate, Mara realizes the masked figure may not be a stranger—it may be something far worse: a manifestation of her father’s grief and rage, shaped by loss and twisted by time. Old diaries appear, filled with entries she doesn’t remember writing. Visions of a childhood she thought she had buried claw their way back into her mind. Trapped in a house that refuses to let go, Mara must unravel the truth before she becomes just another ghost of its history. But even if she breaks the cycle, some echoes never truly fade.

"If life is a cycle of waiting and loss, where even promises fade like dust, is it worth seeking meaning—or is surrender the only escape from the quicksands of fate?"

Humanity is broken. Their cities are dust, their warriors long fallen. The monstrous Beasts and their godlike Beastkin masters rule with an iron grip, and hope is little more than a forgotten whisper. But legends are not born from comfort. They are forged in blood, in fire, in the will of those who refuse to kneel. Rowan was nothing—a nameless child in the slums, another soul crushed beneath the weight of a dying world. But from the depths of despair, he rose. Not for glory. Not for vengeance. But to tear down the chains that held mankind in servitude. And when the dust settles, the world will remember one truth. Rowan the Mighty does not bow. WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of war, excessive violence, gore, and mature themes, including implications of rape and scenes of torture. Reader discretion is advised.

A young man was living in the world of Marvel. With every step he took, new friends and enemies emerged. Against a god of war, his sword radiated immense energy, clashing head-on with divine might. As aliens swarmed the skies, invading his city, he raised his hand—spears of light and ice monsters materialized from his magic. When faced with a demonic being, his body was engulfed in a unique flame, and he charged forward with ferocity and power beyond that of mortals. Battling a master of magnetism, an individual capable of bringing about the apocalypse, a certain purple titan, and countless others, he stood his ground, wielding both intelligence and strength. Now, given the opportunity to access a powerful system linked to different worlds, this young man must carve his path in Marvel. Will he survive? Or will his fate be shattered, his existence erased like dust in the sands of time? Note: I)This book is a fanfic focous on Marvel. They not gone folow necessarily the UCM, but it will have influence. II)The protagonist will be OP, but will have growth. III)I dont have the rights to characters or contexts that are not entirely created by me. IG: @great.daoofspace

From the moment a life-giving planet begins its rotation, it becomes a silent witness to the ebb and flow of countless civilizations. Empires rise from the dust only to crumble back into it. Species emerge, thrive, and vanish into the annals of forgotten time. Through relentless storms, volcanic cataclysms, and the shifting of continents, the world continues its tireless cycle, indifferent to the fleeting lives upon its surface. Nothing in its grand design remains eternal. Change is the only constant, as the very essence of existence is shaped by upheaval. In this crucible of adversity, where nature’s wrath tests the resilience of life, only those who evolve—who embrace the necessity of transformation—can stand at the precipice of survival. To endure is to adapt. To adapt is to conquer. And only through this relentless evolution can one grasp at the elusive thread of perfect victory.

In the distant future, humanity has colonized multiple star systems, establishing a vast interstellar federation. However, beneath the surface of peace, undercurrents of tension swirl, and an ancient prophecy is quietly coming to pass: "When the Child of Stardust descends, the universe will face rebirth or destruction." Kyle, an orphan living on the remote planet of Tar, was once just an ordinary scrap sorter. One day, while rummaging through a pile of junk, he discovers a mysterious stardust crystal. The moment he touches it, his fate is forever altered. The power of stardust awakens within him, granting him the ability to manipulate the most enigmatic energy in the universe. Yet, this power also makes him the target of a relentless pursuit by the Interstellar Federation. Rayne, a cold and ruthless Federation agent, is tasked with capturing Kyle. Believing Kyle to be a dangerous threat to the safety of the universe, Rayne is determined to bring him back to face trial. During his escape, Kyle encounters Alicia, a calm and rational genius student from the Federation's Academy of Sciences. Initially sent to monitor Kyle, she gradually finds herself moved by his sincerity and courage. At the same time, a mysterious stardust scholar named Morgan appears before Kyle. Morgan knows the truth behind the prophecy and secretly guides Kyle on a journey to uncover the origins of stardust. Together, Kyle, Alicia, and Morgan form an unlikely team, traversing perilous star systems, exploring ancient interstellar ruins, and unraveling the secrets of stardust. However, the Federation's pursuit never ceases. Kyle must not only evade the relentless chase of Federation agents but also face deadly threats in uncharted regions of space. As he gains greater control over the power of stardust, he begins to realize the weight of his destiny—he must make a choice: will he use the power of stardust to save the universe, or will he allow it to fall into destruction? "Son of Star Dust" is a science fiction novel brimming with imagination and adventurous spirit, blending a grand universe, vivid characters, and a captivating storyline. Following Kyle's journey, readers will embark on an interstellar adventure, exploring the origins and fate of the universe, and experiencing the power of growth, responsibility, and courage.

The ozone layer of the earth finally shattered. However, instead of damaging radiation, what reached Earth was energy. The COSMIC ENERGY; is the base of a transcendent. It gave human power, but power heralds the fall of order. It gave animals, plants, and some non-living objects, power, sentience, and intelligence, which was the genesis of the supremacy battle on Earth. Who is the king race on earth? Things got worse when an outer-space alien race; the Azura race, entered Earth. The already weak order broke down! However, they suddenly left after conquering some places. ——— A millennium has passed since the arrival of Cosmic energy, and humans entered an age of peace and tranquility. However, was their peace? Blake Shaun, who was framed and locked up before the ozone shattered, woke up from a strange hibernation. He found out that the earth he once knew was gone. The people he knew were either dust or wielding power to make cities quake. Humans could fly. Animals were now intelligent beasts. The same place, different feeling; that was what he felt. Things got worse when he woke up with a system and the remnant soul of a demon goddess, trying to possess him. He was not controlling the system! The stronger the demoness, the faster he losses his body. He couldn't even commit suicide! He had only 10% control of the system. He had to control the system for his survival! Things get worse when he finds out that his former enemies from the prison were alive. They hibernated but woke up early. They were very powerful and were about to stir sky-rending chaos. The chaos that will turn the dominions upside down. The worst thing is that his late awakening made him weak. To survive, he has to level up. Level up real quick!

In a decaying city where the powerful prey on the powerless, *Liam Carter*—a broke janitor with nothing but a mop and a mountain of debt—discovers a tattered journal in the trash. Its pages, scrawled by a homeless man named *Old Joe*, hold brutal truths: *“Fear is fuel. Pain is a teacher. And even the weakest can burn empires.”* When Liam’s younger sister *Mia*—chronically ill and running out of time—becomes collateral in a corrupt politician’s scheme, he has two choices: die quietly or fight dirtier. Armed with guerrilla tactics from Old Joe’s journal and a **survival instinct** sharpened by desperation, Liam wages war against the **Iron Fist Gang**, their billionaire puppeteers, and the broken system that wants him dead. But survival has a cost. Every victory leaves scars. Every ally—a cynical nurse, a retired boxer, a hacker teen—demands loyalty Liam isn’t sure he can give. And as he rises from janitor to folk hero, Liam must answer the question haunting Old Joe’s journal: “Will you be a spark… or the wildfire that consumes everything?”