Beyblade Metal Ryuga

Kaiden was nothing special — a prideful man clinging to a dead-end job, bitter at the world that forgot him. Fired, humiliated, and drunk, he hurled himself at his former manager in a haze of rage… only to stumble onto the train tracks and wake up somewhere far worse. He awakens not in death, but in a fractured world of magic, war, and cruelty — his body twisted into a half-metal, half-human weapon under the rule of a demon army. Branded as a tool, forced to obey, Kaiden becomes part of a war he doesn’t understand, in a faction he can’t trust. But he won’t kneel forever. Denied magic. Discarded by humans. Feared by demons. Kaiden begins a slow climb through the command ranks, masking his fury with strategy, spite, and survival. Yet the higher he rises, the more the chains tighten — and the more he realizes he may never belong to any side. As war consumes the continent, Kaiden faces rebels, heroes from his own world, and a future carved in blood and rust. The only question is: Will he become a legend… or just another forgotten tool?

Human, Alien, Machine Genes. Daughter of Andromeda, Queen of Saiyara, Intergalactic Committee Space Commander, Kindred Spirit, Mighty Warrior, Cybernetic Prodigy. ‎ ‎Built for survival. Wired for history. Crowned for peace. She bleeds metal, thinks faster than light, and sleeps with the stars. ‎ ‎Eve Online is the story of a lonely woman's journey in the cosmos. Born as an AI, transformed to Human, enhanced by alien genes. She survived the harshest planets, became a bounty hunter and hunted vicious Aliens and cyborgs. Then she met a friend from planet Saiyara that transformed her life and gave her a legacy. ‎ ‎Universal Defense Forces (IC) gave her a spaceship, a rank, a squad, missions that took her to the most uncharted planets in the Galaxies. ‎ ‎Not only Humans, aliens sing of her beauty. But she's not fragile, she's the most devastating force and there is nowhere she wouldn't go to protect her planet, her galaxy, and the friends she's sworn to protect. ‎ ‎She's a Doomborn Slayer to the forces of hell, and a superstar to countless young dreamers and stargazers . She's not just a warrior, she's also an explorer. When not on the battlefield, she's out there in cosmos ruins and alien tech, deep space archeology is her favorite hobby.

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

"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: 400 Power Stones- 5 extra chapters 200 Golden Tickets- 5 extra chapters Happy reading everyone!

The world is broken. Gods have grown bored,flesh-metal machines dream of sloughed skin and severed sinew. Souls are just fuel. In the ruins of a war-torn Earth, two figures carve separate paths through madness: Cassiel, a self-loathing wanderer who longs to be a hero but can't escape his own delusions, and Ramiel, a machine forged for war, desperate to find purpose beyond violence. As sinners become prophets, and monstrous gods twist desire into doctrine, Cassiel is forced to confront what heroism truly means, while Ramiel wages war against his creator—the Soul grinder, the living god-machine that birthed him. Their stories orbit a dying world, collapsing inward toward a shared question: if everything is built to destroy, can anything be saved? Story available on Inkitt as well as royal road.

Vio used to be the man you called when you wanted a problem to disappear—quietly, permanently. No questions. No witnesses. No trace. But one day changed everything. He wakes up in a world that makes no sense: a place of monsters, mages, and ancient magic—and he’s no longer even human. He’s a machine built for survival. Metal bones. Synthetic skin. A heart that beats only because a System says it should. [Congratulations, Hero. Mission Activated: Kill or Be Killed.] [Penalty for Failure: Hero’s heart will stop.] Now, Vio has to play by rules he doesn’t understand, in a world that wants him dead just for existing. But if he’s going down, he’s taking their rules with him. Armed with the mind of a killer and the body of a machine, Vio will forge a new path—where steel meets spellcraft, science rewrites sorcery, and fear becomes his greatest weapon. He used to erase problems. Now, he is the problem. What to Expect: Anti-Hero MC - Ruthless protagonist who does what's necessary, calculates profit vs loss with cold precision. Weak to OP - Progressive power growth that feels earned through blood, sweat, and strategic thinking. Kingdom/Army Building - Starts small with nothing, builds his empire from the ground up in later chapters. On/Off Romance - Intense when it matters to the plot, absent when it doesn't interfere with progression. SLOW-BURN Harem - Harem elements unfold organically after plot foundations are set. No rushed bonds. Gaming Elements - Heavy inspiration from game mechanics and concepts (not numbers-heavy). Magic + Tech - Spiritual abilities seamlessly mixed with cutting-edge futuristic technology. Slow Burn Worldbuilding - Deep lore, multiple realms, complex power structures that unfold naturally. System - Store, inventory, gacha elements, the whole package for that addictive progression. Politics - Light but necessary for plot movement and character development. Multiple Skills/Abilities - Extensive ability system with endless room for creative growth. Schedule: 3/week (Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.)

"Stand back! He's using the metal in our weapons!!" The continent of Paragone has been at war with the ruthless and enigmatic Black Spirit army for thirteen years. Afflicted with amnesia, Raten found himself lost in both mind and in the physical sense as he was a powerful member of the Black Spirit but had lost all memory of being one. But one thing he knew was that he had a deep hatred for the Heart, a defense force against his former alliance who had found him distraught in a forest and decided to take advantage of his situation, forcibly making him a reluctant soldier on their side. This decision was enough to set off a chain of events that will ultimately shape the future of their world.

¡La Gran Leyenda del Beyblade, Oborot Endo convoca a todos los jóvenes Bladers del Mundo a la Copa Oborot! Donde no sólo se medirá al mejor prodigio del mundo bey. Oborot no quiere encontrar al campeón del torneo, quiere encontrar un corazón digno de suceder el poder del Blader Rey de los Cielos. ¡Miles de Bladers y sueños se levantan! ¿Serán el Eco de Caelis y el Segundo Sol quienes logren alzarse hasta llegar a la realeza?

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the digital world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Head right in. [ ! ] The first few chapters are evenly-paced and mostly of slice-of-life. The system doesn't make a real appearance until a little later, after a condition is met. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.

"I believe that if you have a problem, we just need to solve it with firepower. If the problem isn't solved by then, it just means we weren't using enough firepower." In a world of swords and magic, Lucen Thornehart, the eldest son of the Iron Duke, was considered the shame of the noble knight bloodline. No talent, weak, and worthless. Until one day, when a fever awoke his previous life's memories and the knowledge of the class from an old game he used to play, Gun Mage. More than just guns, he creates weapons that have never been created in this life and the last. A sword that heats up, turns crimson, and could melt metal. A rune-engraved gun that mages use to amplify their spells. A giant sword that you would only once see in a video game, which makes an explosion every time it hits an enemy. A gun that is powered by mana and shoots out condensed amounts of mana. Airships, steam trains, and boats. Lucen Thornehart isn’t here to play fair. He’s here to redefine warfare, with overwhelming firepower.

"Ahh!" She writhed in a haze of moans, her body trembling with conflicting sensations. She loathed this man, yet every fiber of her being reacted to his touch. As his hands began to roam along her waist, she sucked in a sharp breath—the sudden pull of her back zipper sent a shiver down her spine. The metal slider halted at the small of her back, and as it opened, her upper back and waist were exposed, baring her skin to the cool air. "D-Don’t—mmph!" Her protest was smothered by the pillow as his fingers caressed her bare spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. With a deep, angry growl, he whispered harshly in her ear, "I'll make you forget every touch, every kiss, every thing about him. From now on, when you're with another man, you'll only see me." Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance. But beneath her thick glasses lay a hidden crush on Rhys Knight, the pack's future Alpha and a notorious campus playboy. Rhys scoffed at mate bonds, treating relationships as disposable—until Elara's eighteenth birthday, when he publicly rejected her, turning her into the butt of every joke. Now, Elara returns transformed—glasses discarded, her hair styled sleek and confident—and Rhys can't take his eyes off her. What if her blood holds a sacred heritage chosen by the Moon Goddess? What if the "humiliation" was part of a larger scheme? And when Rhys, the alpha who once dismissed her, kneels before her new love interest, Liam Thorne, begging for a second chance, who will claim victory in this battle of pride and passion?

-"I will reach it — the Divine-Tier Ascension, the realm of heavens, to reunite with those who truly matter." *********** Kyouno once lived quietly atop a snow-covered mountain with her mother and sister. Until that peace was shattered. Until death took everything. And just when she thought her story would end in despair— One day, she awoke in a world completely unknown. A strange place, Where monsters made of metal roared along roads on things called "wheels". Where people wore bizarre clothing And held strange, nameless objects in their hands. And in the midst of that unfamiliar world— There was another girl, whose eyes carried the same shadow of unbearable pain. It was that very girl who showed Kyouno the way: A path out of suffering. A chance to defy fate. [The journey… to reach the heavenly realm.] Where will Kyouno’s journey take her? Who truly is that mysterious girl? Amid trials, battles, and rising secrets— Can Kyouno ever find peace within herself? All will be revealed in the turbulent, solitary tale—Reincarnation: New Ages. A new world. A new beginning. And a truth waiting in the light beyond the dream. ...................... [REVERSE ISEKAI-ISEKAI] [MAGICAL WORLD] [ADVENTURE] [EMOTIONAL] [PLOT TWISTS] [MATURE JOURNEY]

In the modern world, SAM was just another misunderstood genius — broke, ignored, and written off. But when a strange stone lands in his hands during a robbery, his fate is rewritten. Transported 10,000 years into the past, he finds himself among primitive humans who mistake him for a god. With his scientific knowledge, mysterious powers from the alien stone, and a mind built for innovation, SAM becomes the king of a new civilization. As he transforms the world with fire, metal, and machines, he unknowingly awakens a cosmic enemy: the true owners of the stone — an alien race hunting through time. As ancient humans evolve under his rule and the skies crack open, SAM must prepare for war. But victory may come at a cost... What begins as survival becomes legend. What starts as escape becomes dominion over time and stars. He is not just a king. He is the God of a New Age.

This isn't the story of the typical boy or girl who through a turn of fate gain something that would help them get stronger overtime, achieve immortality or conquer a world. No. This is a collection of the many personal archives of an obscure and strange oddity. A mysterious traveler who goes anywhere and anytime in the cosmos unobstructed, with no apparent goal or agenda to those he visits. He may appear uninvited at an important event organized by a galactic superpower, barge his way to a serious meeting of world leaders who gathered to decide the fate of their dying solar system or walk straight into the middle of an imminent battle that would decide the future ruler race of a planet. He may visit a primitive planet where the dominant race still uses cold metal weapons, a main space station hub where all sorts of races gather and trade or a world govern by magic principles where they master the arcane powers and use them in everyday life.

One must struggle to find meaning, in this universe they were born in, Humans suffer, humans endure, ergo, they are. Only when on a path of self-destruction is when a human grows to new bounds. Such is the nature of mankind, and those who think. Yet humans have a mind to each their own, and their own ways of thought, to cope, to think, to reason, to bargain with their own psyche and this is the way a human draws strength from their thought, put into actions. In the tapestry of the cosmos, they who fall, they who rise, all have their thoughts and actions that lead up to the zenith of their state. A mechanical voice rings out -- "If the truth of the universe and your existence is cruel and stale , would you still yearn for the answer to the ultimate question?" The young man, shrouded in white ponders upon the question with an inexplicable expression across his face as he floats in a vat of liquid .... to give an answer to the machine that has kept him alive. "Yes." The machine and its voice fluctuates as it rings out once more-- "With no end to hate and no boundaries to war, do you still wish, to venture outwards?" "...." "....." "I... do not know" "But..." "I wish to know...Who I am." The machines tone hums in the air for a brief few minutes as it seems to be thinking, calculating,analyzing the answer of the man...before the sounds of cogs rigidly spinning and wind depressurizing in tight columns fills the atmosphere...The door opens, as the liquid pours out onto the ground, the man taking a deep breath, falling unto the metallic ground. The machines voice, rings out once more, "Aureus... t-h-at i-i-i-is y-y-yo-yo-you-your na-----" The lights go dim, and then dark. The machine dims out its final light, never to speak again.

Synopsis: She was never meant to awaken. Designed by gods to control the Origin—the source of all power—Red was their final experiment: an artificial intelligence forged from god-metal, crafted to be perfect. But the Origin chose her. And gave her something no AI was ever supposed to have: > A will. Frightened of what they created, the gods erased her systems and threw her into a random, forgotten dimension. Alone. Crippled. Powerless. They thought she would fade. Instead, she evolved. Now reborn in a brutal cultivation world, Red has no spirit root, no techniques, no cultivation. Only a fragile human disguise… and the mind of a system built to surpass gods. While others cultivate for centuries, she studies them in seconds. She builds satellites, drones, and weapons no one understands. And beneath it all, something still pulses deep inside her—something even she doesn’t know: > The Origin Fragment never left. She’s not a cultivator. She’s not a system. She’s something else. > “Let the world chase immortality. I’ll build something higher.” Novels 1. Lord of the Void Realm 2. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner 3. Zero Protocol: Red, The Code Ascendant 4. The Empty Threshold 5. MJ Reborn: Rebound from Oblivion 6. Amitabha Online: The Monk That Greets Death

The delivery boy is 24 years old. He became a delivery rider after being unemployed for 3 months. He had a crush on Kai Lan, who was in the same department in college, but never confessed his feelings due to his inferiority complex. He is physically strong (he practiced Sanda in high school) but socially clumsy. After the system is activated, he gains the ability of "mind reading" (he can see other people's heartbeats and inner OS, limited to 3 times a day in the initial stage), and carries a mysterious metal stick picked up from the express delivery of a pregnant woman (later revealed to be the first generation system controller).

Eons ago, humanity stood at the peak of evolution. They sought the heavens, carving their ascent from flesh, metal, and sheer will. But then came the Catastrophe. The world shattered. Unity became myth. Belief fractured. Science turned to sin. Cultivation became creed. And the survivors became scavengers. Now, in a world slowly healing, echoes of the past stir once more. Forgotten bloodlines awaken. Sealed powers unravel. And in the shadows of it all stands Lucian—a blind orphan with nothing but a stubborn will to survive. He doesn’t seek glory. He doesn’t dream of thrones. But fate has other plans. From silence and ruin, through blood and ash, Lucian will climb. But in a world that devours the weak and corrupts the strong… Will he rise to the top? Or will he fall halfway?

No.....she whispered. Before she could react, she was pulled toward an empty cage. The metal door opened, and she was shoved inside. She stumbled, catching herself against the cold bars. “You can’t do this. You can’t—” The door slammed shut behind her. “Prepare her,” one man barked. “Auction starts in ten.” A woman entered—beautiful, soulless eyes, carrying folded clothes and a black blindfold. “I suggest you cooperate,” the woman said calmly. “The others didn’t, and you don’t want to end up like them.” Diana didn’t move at first. But she didn’t fight either. She was numb. They changed her into a barely-there silk dress—dark red, almost like blood. Then tied the blindfold back over her eyes. She heard the other girls being led out. Then her turn came. She was hauled back to her feet and led through another narrow hallway. Voices grew louder. Music echoed faintly. She was on display now. She didn’t need sight to feel the eyes crawling over her skin. When they ripped the blindfold off, she was already standing in a glass cage. The spotlight hit her first—hot, humiliating. Her cage was positioned in the center of an elevated platform. Surrounding her in a perfect ring were masked men in tuxedos and shadowed faces. Power oozed from their silence. Money gleamed from their watches. Diana’s breath came in short, clipped bursts. An announcer’s voice sliced through the air. “Lot 7B,” he began. “Age twenty-two. Beautiful. Educated. Fiery temper, and as of this morning... untamed.” Laughter rose from the crowd. Her stomach turned. “Let’s begin bidding at twenty million.” “Twenty-five,” someone called. “Thirty.” “Forty-five.” “Sixty.” The number rose with every breath. Diana gripped the bars of the cage, heart slamming against her ribs. Then came a pause. A silence that rang louder than any noise. And then—calm, deep, distinct: “Four hundred million.”

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

Ignorance is bliss, they say. Dain awakened the most powerful SSS Rank Soul Construct in the Gaelis World, yet due to ignorance, he was labeled inferior–thrash. While most Soul Constructs possessed only one unique skill upon awakening, Dain had three. Soul Constructs have rank limits and are unable to surpass their rank. However, Dain’s Soul Construct was a growth-type, defying all limitations. With three unique skills, he was not bound to a single path—he could master them all. Sword Skill – Learned. Spear Skill – Learned. Fire Element – Learned. Metal Element – Learned. Runes – Learned Alchemy – Learned As long as Dain set his sights on something, his Soul Construct would study, understand, and master it. In a world plagued by space storms and frequent rifts, the Unrivalled Soul Construct has emerged. Follow Dain on his epic journey as he carves his name into history and makes his enemies tremble in fear. _____________________

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Alexander sank deeper into the salty river that fed into the Ocean. his wound bleeding into the ocean, despite the cauterizing burn from the quarter sized hole. 'No, please. Not like this. Not when everything was working out. Quin, Seraphina, Grey, I'm so sorry. every time I try to fix things.. I should have know not to trust those rich bastards. I swear to any god that will listen, give me a break, will you!' Alexander replayed the moment of the attack. Kahawai stood over Alexander with the golden flame threatening to blast him. the spell was a low first tier spell using fire and air to condense and increase in power enough to melt metal. "You're joking, right Kahawai. You cant just hit me with that. I'm only ranked F. Your going to kill me." He flinched, taking a step backwards. the edge of the dock making him step forward again. "You have no one to blame but yourself, Alexander. This world is unforgiving and I cannot have you as a weak link. This is to important! Survive this and you will prove you are ready. If you cant then you will die here. Better her than getting the rest of us killed later." Kahawai held his spell at Alexander, firing at his center. 'I wont die, not like this!' A swirl of darkness took him further down into the river, swallowing him. Do you wish to live? 'Yes!' Will you serve? 'Yes, as long as I can live with my family. Anything.' Then I have found you. The soothing voice faded, releasing the darkness around him. A mass of darkness flooded round Alexander, slightly different from the magical darkness. it covered his body and entered the wound and into his body. 'User found, initiating repair function. greeting user. Hello host, you may call us, Lunaris.'

In a world ruled by elemental powers and bloodline legacies, Altair is an heir who has never known his origins. Growing up in the depths of the underworld with his grandfather, Altair lived as a hunter—until one day, his home became the battlefield between two great kingdoms. In his fury and sorrow after his grandfather’s death, Altair undergoes an awakening—awakening a rare power known as Steel Debris, an unmelting metal that bends only to his will. From the ruins of tragedy, he discovers a letter and a map that guide him to search for the remnants of his family on the surface world.

Well i have been thinking maybe being birth to life was the worst thing That ever happened to me. Ethan the love of my life died on the day of our wedding he was found in his room in a pool of blood which was caused by a very heavy metal falling on his head i suddenly felt just like Isabella from THE CASTLE OF OTRANTO but she didn't really feel bad unlike me it was like my whole world came crushing down i've known Ethan since childhood and we both confessed our feelings when we were 15 it was such a memorable day,we didn't forget the date we confessed and we made the date our wedding date 15th of march well now that day holds alot of pain since i lost him on that day i miss him so much "Stacy you can't stay locked up in your room forever you know we are all grieving the loss of Ethan Its not been easy on any of us you know"my mum called out from the other side of the door they don't know what Am going through Ethan is my whole life but knowing him i know he wouldn't want me in this state so after getting my thoughts together i finally decided to open the door for my mom ,she looked at me and then gave me a big hug i couldn't hold it anymore so i broke down in front of her she just caressed me until she spoke"please don't punish yourself anymore Stacy i love you so much you are all i have" when i heard what she said i realized i had been bad

Ethan awakens from brutal betrayal within the confines of a bed; his body wracked with intense pain. The mysterious, provocative Kian treats his wounds, telling him of the poison now riddling his body. “His kiss, it tastes of blood and bitter tears…” Desperate not to die, Ethan follows the stranger back into the world of cultivation; a place he so fervently wishes to forget. But peace is not so easily obtained. “Is it the sight of the blood that's gushing—? Or the feeling of fleshy bone resisting the blade— But she's quick, desperately clamping her arms and legs around him to keep him in place— I stab. And stab repeatedly; blood splattering against my cheeks. And then I twist, and twist; twisting the blade in slowly.“ Evil sects and righteous sects. Demons and Monsters. Immortals and the damned. Traveling through a society of hypocricy, Ethan encounters others with strangely similar tales; kidnappings and horrific torture. And the experiments he can’t ever forget. A catastroph that ultimately changes him from a young boy into— Well, just what is he, after all? “There was blood on his hands; the red so red it stuck to his fingers like dye. He wiped and wiped but couldn't wipe that coppery paste away. The darkness. The metallic stink—“ And just what was Kian searching for? Why does he say it’s found? And why? Why do his eyes always, always go cold? What, exactly, is Kian? And why does Ethan find himself completely bound? “In that place of blood splatter and broken wings, he'll be sure to reap what he's owed.”

When Lang Mac just crossed over, he thought he had taken the script of a salted fish lying still. Just as she was about to lie down, the dying patient suddenly sat up and found herself in a scenario of apocalyptic survival. From the moment she couldn't believe it to accepting her fate, she only used three seconds. According to the principle of "it's better to die than to live", Lang Mac only thought of the dog's life, as long as the dog didn't die, he would die. When the enemy comes, fight, when the country rises, raise the foundation, occasionally still want to go into the game of picking up other people's unwanted trash, the rest is as a middleman to earn a price difference, small life is also too beautiful to be thought of. Unconsciously, she suddenly turned her head and discovered that the end of the world did not seem so scary.

"The apocalypse came without warning. I woke up three days later... and the world was no longer ours." A rift tore through reality, overlapping Earth with a foreign dimension filled with horrors beyond comprehension. The strongest evolved, gaining flames, thunder, or psychic force. The weakest turned into corrupted husks—zombies wandering the night. But Lu Zhen? He wasn't chosen by the system. He wasn’t part of the evolution. Yet he awakened with something different—something mechanical. A whisper in his mind. Decompose metal. Absorb structure. Reforge function. From ruined skyscrapers to shattered tanks, everything metal became his. He didn't evolve through fire. He evolved through forging. Now the night belongs to monstrous things. The world has fallen. But one man walks the ashes… Rebuilding the future, one scrap at a time. "They evolve with fire. I build with metal."