Kunai Wooden

Max Blake thought he hit rock bottom—28, broke, abandoned by luck, and haunted by debt he couldn't escape. A once-promising student, now reduced to taking sketchy day jobs, Max's life turns from bad to worse after a mysterious hotel gig nearly gets him killed. But death doesn't come... something else does. Max wakes up in a strange wooden room, chained, confused—and awakened. A sultry, mechanical voice echoes in his mind: “Beauty Harem System activated.” From that moment on, Max’s world shifts. No longer bound by the limits of his old life, he finds himself pulled into a world of power, temptation, and destiny. With every conquest, the system grows stronger—unlocking forbidden techniques, hidden truths, and unparalleled charm that makes him irresistible to the most enchanting women. Mystical priestesses, rogue assassins, cursed princesses, seductive sorceresses—they’re all drawn to him by fate and fire. But this isn’t just a life of pleasure. Behind each beauty lies a story, a curse, or a secret that could unravel him. The deeper Max goes, the more he realizes: this system didn’t come for free and who created it. To survive, he must master passion, power, and peril—because love is war, and his harem... is just the beginning.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life. But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain! This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King. —————————— In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated! An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan! There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus. Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight. There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game!

One day, the entire Earth is plunged into an endless ice apocalypse. All humans awaken in a desolate frozen wasteland with only a single flickering campfire to keep them alive. Here, the rules of reality have changed — everyone must gather resources, craft tools, and build from fragile wooden huts to sturdy stone fortresses just to survive the deadly cold. Monstrous frost beasts roam the white abyss. Hunger and cold gnaw at the mind. In this hopeless situation, humanity struggles, and countless people die every day. However, Ye Tian, an ordinary office worker, suddenly awakens a hidden SSS-rank class: ChatBot User! With it, he can access an exclusive "Command Console" akin to a cheat mode in a sandbox survival game: > /give longsword x1 /enchant longsword.sharpness5 /spawn survival_kit x1 But nothing is free. Every command costs Command Points (CP)—which can only be earned by overcoming brutal challenges, defeating frost beasts, or completing hidden missions. As the world falls into despair and the strong prey on the weak, Ye Tian forges legendary weapons, constructs indestructible fortresses, and commands an army of summoned beasts to dominate the frozen lands. When others shiver in broken wooden shacks, he lounges inside a grand heated palace. When others scavenge for scraps, he dines on gourmet feasts. "You want to challenge me? Sorry, I just gave myself a +1000 Strength buff." In this game of life and death, only he can write his own commands and decide his fate. --- Tags: Game Elements, Survival, System, Isekai, Overpowered Protagonist, Base Building, Resource Management, Face Slapping, Strongest Alone, Cold Apocalypse.

Having a high IQ is a gift. And having high EQ? High emotional intelligence and a broken family is a recipe for disaster. But that was the past— The new Auren, born in a rural village, now has not one but two summoning crests etched on his hands. But wait! Everyone is a summoner? A wooden toy, sickle, straw basket, clay pot, wool blanket—this is their summon? They’re just ordinary, everyday things! Oh, those are the bottom-feeders. The nobles have all the fancy animals and fantasy creatures. So, what will he get? He may have been born the son of the lowest knight, but that will not be his destiny. You call all these summons useless? Watch me as I build the most advanced city in this backwards world— And climb the social ladder like a GOAT!

Lucas Bellamy lives in the clouds. His world is a wooden room high above the floorboards, filled with drawings, tattered books, and the gentle voice of Mama who brings him meals through a little hatch in the floor. She tells him stories about monsters that roam outside, about a world too dangerous for a boy like him. And so he stays. He draws tigers. He counts raindrops. He listens to the wind and dreams of flying. But when a strange man appears in the garden below, staring up at his window, cracks begin to form in Lucas’s perfect sky. Why can’t he remember ever leaving the attic? Why does Mama cry when she thinks he’s asleep? And why does the house sometimes speak in voices that aren't hers? A haunting tale of innocence, memory, and the kind of love that protects… even when it shouldn’t.

Aaron never expected his life to end in the blink of an eye—especially not while he was dominating the battlefield in his favorite Naruto game. But fate had other plans. A sudden short circuit sent a surge through his system, plunging him into darkness. When he awakened, it wasn’t to the familiar glow of his gaming screen but to the vast and mystical lands of Eldoria, a world where professionals shaped destiny. To his shock, he wasn’t just any ordinary inhabitant he was Aaron Goldvien, illegitimate son of Goldvien Family. Endowed with the legendary Naruto System. Skills from the shinobi world were now his to wield, from chakra control to devastating jutsu. But power alone isn’t enough to survive. In this realm, terrifying beasts roam, kingdoms wage wars, and shadowy figures seek the secrets behind his sudden arrival. With kunai in hand and a fire burning in his soul, Aaron embarks on a journey to uncover the truth of his transmigration, master his new abilities, and carve his name into the legends of this fantasy world. Can he rise as a true shinobi in a land untouched by the hidden villages? Or will he become just another forgotten warrior lost to history?

A florist goes about his day as usual, enjoying the sun with his plants. However, He finds something different in his garden and the next thing he knows, He has turned into a wooden golem in the middle of a forrest! Will he grow to reach the clouds or is he more bark than bite?

Just before being summoned to another world, the protagonist’s summoning medium was secretly swapped by someone. As a result, he was not summoned as the "Holy King" but instead as the "Sex King." The magic he can use includes water magic in the form of lotion, fire magic as candle wax, and his summoned beasts include a wooden horse used for punishment… Branded as "vulgar," "useless," and "filthy," he is rejected, has his engagement annulled, and is ultimately exiled. However, the one who picks him up is a princess from a nation where the sex industry is legal. Using his modern knowledge, the protagonist begins rebuilding the nearly bankrupt sex kingdom. He introduces new fashion trends unknown to this medieval world and uses his authority as the Sex King to subjugate the girls. He then establishes modern sex service techniques. The protagonist's method of leveling up is through intimacy with his heroines (his concubine maids). The more intimate he gets, the stronger he becomes, and the wealthier the kingdom grows. However, the surrounding great powers will not stand idly by and allow a flourishing nation full of women. Thus, the flames of war are ignited. Utilizing his creativity, adaptability, and cunning, the protagonist repurposes his sex-related magic for military applications and overwhelms his enemies. As he gradually awakens to the path of conquest, he begins walking the road of a ruthless emperor. However, by his side is always a heroine, a celestial beauty who keeps his heart from straying too far…

The cut was deep. It ran from the sole of her feet to her ankle. Fresh blood trikled down from her foot. How long was it until she reached another village. The forest was covered in snow and the frost Had started bite her skin. Amelein heaved for air as she had been in the forest for the past hour. Save for the hoooting of an owl and a wild cat that had meowed some minutes ago, she was practically alone. But the wind brought a faint sound to her ear... footsteps. They were faint but she could hear it and now she knew she had company. And she was sure it was not good company. She was at a disadvantage because her foot was injured. The only thing that her subconscious told her was one word. 'run' But her strength was failing her. She prayed enearstly for som sort of escape. What if it was a vampire! Or worst a black witch.!!!! She tried to steady her breath while hiding behind one of the trees. It had large branches which was enough to cover her. She bent over and sat on the forest floors while steadying herself on her good foot. She left the other foot to rest straight while stretching it to avoid the injured side. ***** Dante walked through the forest while watching out for signs of black witches. No normal man would walk into this part of the forest. It was called the heart of the forest for a reason. Even though it was quiet. The eery silence and the fog that rose to the length of his knees and circled the entire forest. It was said to start at the stroke of midnight,some said the were spirits of the deceased the were wandering about since they refused to pass through the gates of eternal rest. Hell or heaven? Who cared anyways. He was there because of the council man who said he had heard of the black witch who had been creating a potion turn humans into a docile state and she had planned an attack on an entire human village but he was sure the attack had already taken place because , it was meant to take place that night. He wasn't a saint to come here to save the city... Of course not . There were people in the department and they were too lazy to do their jobs. Just when he was about to kick the wooden door he found deep in the heart of the forest that looked like a small old box house. It was so small that he doubted if it was up to quarter the size of his room. Suddenly he smelt something in the air, it it was very potent. It was blood. His fangs grew and began to crave blood. He struggled to control his thirst and it seemed really bad at the moment. It enveloped his senses which made him momentarily forget his mission to trace the source of the blood. This wasn't human blood but then what race was this? He began walking until he got to a thicket of trees where so many trees clustered together there by forming an umbrella. He held up his short revolver gun and held it up with both hands while using his ears as extra set of equipment used to pick up any odd sounds. Just as he was about to take a step forward he a spike in a heart beat but it was beating at a slow beat which was odd. He used his nostrils to concentrate but the sound and the smell where coming from the same place. Then he sighted a dress and soon he could make out a silhouette of a woman in a seated position. but what was a human female doing in this part of the forest. But she didn't look like a witch. While still in thought he heard the woman scream so loudly, letting out a shrill cry. That was when he noticed the presence of a vampire with but it was a low level vampire with bright red eyes but his fangs were longer than normal. A deranged vampire. His nails grew out long and harshly grabbed the woman while piercing his nails into her skin causing blood to ooze out of the injured hands. Dante seeing this quickly aimed for the head of the corrupted vampire making the later fall limb on the ground after releasing the woman. But instead of one rather two bodies fell to the ground, one following the other.

In front of a crowd, the classic "broken engagement" trope unfolded. Gu Feng smiled faintly and took out a golden abacus. "That certain someone, I don’t mind you breaking off the engagement. However, you’ll have to pay me compensation." "At three years and one month old, I secretly fed you a piece of jerky. The meat itself wasn’t worth much, but the seasoning on it was expensive—100 spirit stones." "At three years and two months old, I gave you a wooden knife. This blade was carved over ten years by a master craftsman—1,000 spirit stones." "..." "On top of that, you also owe me compensation for emotional damages over the past 15 years and the next 10,000 years, totaling..." "And for those times I kissed you..." --- Support me on www.patreon.com/c/AnubisTL and Read Ahead!

The Island That Sees Through You *Genre: Supernatural Horror, Psychological Thriller, Travel Mystery* *Setting: Ubud, Bali – Summer of 2023* What if paradise sees your soul—and doesn’t let go? I never believed in ghosts. Not seriously. Not until the summer of 2023, when burnout from my tech job in Singapore led me to book a last-minute solo retreat to Bali. The plan was simple: unplug, heal, reset. But the island had other plans. What began as a peaceful vacation in a secluded villa outside Ubud quickly spiraled into a spiritual descent I couldn’t escape from. The villa was perfect—too perfect. Traditional Balinese design, surrounded by rice paddies, misty mornings, and ancient temples nearby. Every doorway adorned with daily offerings. Every night serenaded by distant gamelan music. For the first few days, I embraced it all. Meditation, yoga, local food, temple visits. Then came the dreams. A temple I hadn’t seen. A woman in white with her face half-covered in hair. A stare that pierced through the veil of sleep and left me frozen with fear. Whispers in a language I didn’t speak. Night after night, her presence grew stronger—until she crossed the threshold from dream into reality. Mirrors fogged on their own. Statues turned. Shadows moved in corners untouched by light. And always, the smell of frangipani before something happened. The villa, once tranquil, felt like a mouth slowly closing around me. Every inch of the house watched. Every offering seemed like a warning I was too late to understand. Locals avoided my gaze. Strangers placed offerings outside my room without a word. I visited a *balian*—a traditional Balinese healer—who told me, “You opened something. It saw you. Now it follows.” I wanted to laugh. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew it was true. The woman wasn't a ghost in the Western sense. She was something older. A *penunggu*—a watcher bound to the land, awakened by disrespect or recognition. And I had done both. Through rituals, cryptic warnings, and a wooden idol with no eyes, I tried to make sense of the unraveling horror. I was told to let her "finish looking." But what does that mean when what she sees is you—your regrets, your secrets, your soul? This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s about the cost of being seen by something beyond comprehension. It’s about sacred land, and what happens when a tourist treats spirit like spectacle. It’s about the third eye opening not through meditation, but through fear. The island gave me what I didn’t ask for. And now, even after leaving Bali, the dreams haven’t stopped. If you’ve ever felt something watching you just out of view\... if you’ve ever visited a sacred place and felt *changed* afterward... you might understand. You might have opened a door, too. **“The Island That Sees Through You”** is a supernatural travel-horror novella written in a deeply immersive, personal style. A cross between *The Haunting of Hill House* and *Eat Pray Die*, this story takes readers on a slow-burn psychological descent through mysticism, madness, and a truth you cannot unsee. Welcome to Bali. She sees you now.

Sheung Longyao never imagined that an old wooden calligraphy brush and a dusty journal would catapult him into a forgotten world of Taoist magic, ancient sects, and mystical cultivation. When he’s suddenly transported to the elite Celestial Academy—a school for the world’s most powerful magical families—he finds himself assigned to a house no one respects: the long-abandoned Taoist Sect. Mocked, underestimated, and alone, Sheung discovers that he carries the bloodline of a legendary dragon cultivator—and the last living connection to a spiritual lineage the world tried to erase. Guided by the sarcastic and mysterious Brush Spirit, Sheung begins to learn the lost art of Fu talismans—magical calligraphy fueled by heart, spirit, and will. But the academy is full of rival heirs, deadly challenges, and ancient secrets that even the gods fear. To survive, Sheung must rebuild the Taoist Sect from the ashes, face corrupt nobles, befriend unlikely allies, and unlock the true power of his dragonblood. Because hidden deep within the mountains... something old is waking. And it remembers his name.

Masks. They hold strange powers, given to those who wields them. Among thousands of them, Ten Powers rises as these Masks holds concepts that can only be described as God-like. They are called, the Ten Heralds. Kiyoto is a young man who finds himself wearing a damaged, wooden-carved mask which he can't take off for some unknown reason. To add to his confusion, aside from his name, he cannot seem to remember his past life after waking up. He will then find himself involved in fierce battles and events that will help uncover the mystery of the Mask he is currently wearing...and it's underlying purpose of Change. https://discord.gg/gmh3xfJDfG

Rick Lane, a successful man in his 50s, built an empire of restaurants across the country. To the world, he's a self-made success story. But behind the polished smile and expensive suits lies a man burdened by regret. The greatest of these: losing Jenny Kane—the only woman he ever truly loved. One quiet night, Rick falls into an unusually vivid dream and wakes up sitting in an old wooden chair, surrounded by chalkboards and the scent of chalk dust. He's back in his college computer science class, at a small provincial university—only it's not just a dream. He's young again, in body and mind, with memories of the future still intact. At first, he thinks he's gone mad. But when the experience repeats, day after day—living his older life during daylight, then returning to his youth at night—he realizes he's been given a second chance. A rare, mysterious bridge between past and present. And this time, he’s determined not to lose Jenny. As Rick begins to alter his actions in the past, echoes of change ripple into his present. Some are beautiful. Others, darker and unexpected. The more he shapes the past, the more uncertain his future becomes. Friends disappear, new rivals emerge, and the restaurant empire begins to falter. Worse, Jenny in the present seems more like a stranger with every passing day. Now torn between his hard-earned legacy and a hauntingly fragile second chance at love, Rick must face the ultimate question: Can he truly rewrite the past to fix the future—or will he destroy everything he has left? A story of redemption, time, and the delicate cost of what we choose to hold onto.

Kevin was your average gamer and student—until a vending machine fell on him. Now reincarnated into a fantasy world where goblins roam and dragons roast knights for breakfast, he finds himself bonded with the Mission-Driven Power-Up System (MDPUS for short—yeah, try saying that five times fast). The catch? The system never stops talking, throws ridiculous quests at him, and has a store filled with everything from basic sword skills to “Ultra Giga Dragon-Slicing Headbutt EX.” Armed with sarcasm, a wooden stick, and an overpowered shopping cart, Kaito embarks on a journey filled with action, dumb luck, snarky banter, and explosive misunderstandings. Did he mention he's somehow the chosen one? He didn’t sign up for that part.

In a medieval fantasy world where cannonballs and wooden ships can’t begin to challenge his advanced Battleship, a nobody named Roy finds that overwhelming firepower alone isn’t enough to solve all his problems....or is it?

In an ancient land ruled by shadow, one forgotten ninja learns to rise... They called him Aoto, who was just an errand Boy. Too slow for stealth missions. Too weak for weapon drills. In the Hoto Ninja Clan, he fetched rice, swept the training halls, and scrubbed blood from the stone floors after real warriors returned.But some shadows have secrets. And sometimes, they choose their own. Until one night a voice awakens inside him.... [SYSTEM AWAKENED.] [Welcome, Rogue Initiate.] No fanfare. No prophecy. Just a whisper in his mind and a path that promises power unlike anything the ancient clans have witnessed. Now, Aoto must navigate a deadly world of rival ninjas, ancient beasts, clan politics, and buried legacies… All while hiding the truth: He doesn’t know what the System is. He doesn’t know who activated it. And he definitely doesn’t know why the word “Assassin God Protocol” just appeared on his status screen. But he’s learning. Every cut. Every kill and Every quiet breath in the dark. Because in the world of kunai and code, scrolls and stats— Even the weakest can rewrite fate.

[WARNING: VIOLENT CONTENT AHEAD] Kill, Bloodshed, Revenge, Vengeance is what his world was limited to. When she appeared, his world went limitless. Nilana, hurt and betrayed by her foster family ran away after poisoning them with a sleeping potion. What else could she had done? They were selling her to a brothel to pay her elder sister's dowry! After leaving the cottage on a windy night, she ought to go to the capital of the Kingdom of Windspire, and start a new life there. On her way there, she meets this mysterious rower who was helping her cross the river. Right then, heavy storm and high waves knocked the boat out. She drowned, wondering if this how her life was to be ended. The next time she opened her eyes, she found herself in a bed of a wooden manor in the middle of a forest. Unsure of how she ended up here, she meets the owner of the manor, All soaked in sweat, shirtless, and holding an axe on his shoulders. He was a young man. The most beautiful young man she had ever seen. Follow the journey of Nilana, a runaway with a hidden past, and Ian, a mysterious wood merchant harboring deadly secrets. When fate unites them in a lavish forest manor, they embark on an unforgettable adventure. As royal intrigues and hidden motives unfold, their love will be tested, and their destiny as Assassin, Prince, and King will shape the future of the Kingdom of Windspire. With thrilling plot twists, thought stopping action scenes, found family bonds, and heartwarming moments, it is a captivating historical fantasy novel that will keep you spellbound until the very last page. EXCERPT - "What are you planning to do exactly, Dem Mari?" His voice was low and resonant. "You-" she stammered and stepped back two steps behind, "You!" She pointed out to him in a yell, "Can you not-" Stuttering, she made her posture straight and reached out for the apron hanging on one of the wall hooks behind him. "Can you not do this? And declare your presence then scare me shitless all the time, mister?!" Her words blabbered out as she took the apron and stepped back. "No." Ian replied. Nilana glared at him, her eyes squinted. "What do you mea-" "It's fun." He snatched the apron from her hands. "Fun to witness your myriad expressions every time I appear like a phantom behind you." P.S THE COVER IS NOT MINE

"Tao of the Mad Sage: A Legend of Blood and Ash" is an Eastern philosophical fantasy blending epic mythology with dark comedy. It follows Lin Shu, a mentally unstable monk whose power stems from his madness, wielding a wooden broom that conceals a celestial demonic seal. In a world ruled by rigid Taoist sects, Lin Shu becomes a threat simply by defying the established laws of ascending the "Seven Heavenly Realms."

In the year 20XX the dungeon appeared, a massive monolith in the center of all large cities across the world. Those chosen by the tower are given classes to fight monsters and train, preventing the monsters surging out over the dungeon. Join John while he struggles with being trapped in this unfamiliar world with a farming skill. Due to an error in the class assignment he gets pulled into the depths of the dungeon. Without any hopes of getting out, he has to farm and fight the few straggler monsters who end up in his cave on this level of the tower.

Enzo traveled back to an ancient time, selected as a spiritual leader by the Crimson Star clan and rising to command, unlocking a range of remarkable powers along the way. To improve their existence, sweeping changes became inevitable. Magic and modern technology progressed together. While other clans still lived in caves, the Crimson Star clan had already risen in stature, building strong brick homes. While others wielded simple wooden spears and stone tools, the Crimson Star clan had advanced to iron-made implements. As neighboring clans struggled with hunger, the Crimson Star clan enjoyed abundant harvests of diverse crops. Additionally, they commanded an unmatched force of totem warriors. Amidst all this, Enzo, surrounded by the seductive temptress and leading the mysterious cat maiden, sincerely remarked, "All I ever aimed for was to better our way of life. How did it lead to our tribe becoming something divine?" the novel is complete and free in the following website: https://talesnovel.com/manga/the-rise-of-the-strongest-totem-tribe/

Ron woke up one day to find himself in the magical world of the Divine Continent. At a time when his family was broken and his life was in danger, the Daily Intelligence System suddenly activated. [Ding! Daily intelligence as follows—] [1. Barto, the farm owner of Hippo Town, is preparing to send someone to force you to sign a slave contract and sell you to the fallen noble Kregi of Kula City.] [2. On the big tree about fifty meters to the west of the small wooden house where you live, there is a bird’s nest containing five eggs.] [3. Recently, huge beast tracks have appeared on the main road outside Hippo Town, causing most people to dare not go out.] [4. When Barto, the farm owner, is inspecting the fields, he will step on the trap you set at the ditch at noon and lose a wallet.] [5. Barto’s eldest son, Nem, will get drunk at the bar tonight and drop a notebook containing the Wild Wolf Breathing Method on his way home.] [6. In the civilian area trading market of Hippo Town, a batch of wild rabbits arrived at the slaughterhouse at noon today, and one of the red-tailed rabbits had an undigested low-grade elemental bead in its stomach.] [7. At the underground auction in Kula City today, a magical item will appear and be passed over because no one recognizes it.] [……] With the daily intelligence, Ron will eventually step by step towards the highest divine throne!

When Jaka Adiwasesa, a talented game designer, meets an untimely end courtesy of the infamous Truck-kun, he finds himself reincarnated—not as a hero, but as a chubby, drooling baby in a strange new world. Gone are the days of designing intricate RPGs and battling deadlines—now, Jaka must navigate life in a wooden house on stilts, surrounded by the comforting warmth of his new family, Sekar and Wirajaya, who are nothing like the NPCs he once programmed.

Braken was a broke, hungry 16-year-old rapper — surviving off scraps, ducking gunfire, and dreaming of a better life. One wrong step, and he caught a hundred bullets in the chest. But death wasn’t the end. He wakes up in a new world… as a baby. No electricity. No cities. Just mana, monsters, swords, and a wooden cabin in the slums. Raised by an old woman who teaches him magic instead of math, Braken never forgets where he came from — or what he died chasing. Now 12, he’s built his first gun in a world where guns don’t exist. He’s enrolling in a magical academy full of nobles who look down on kids from the gutters. But Braken? He don’t bend. He talks slick, hits hard, and moves like a street ninja. From inventing mana-powered Dracos, to dodging nobles, peeking in bathhouses, and building underground fight clubs — Braken’s here to eat, win, and live like the king he never got to be.

Synopsis – A Letter Every Rain Every monsoon, a letter appears on the old wooden bench at the corner of Miran Street — unsigned, unstamped, sealed with care. For years, no one has seen who leaves them or who they’re meant for. But when Ayaan, a quiet bookstore owner haunted by past regrets, finds one meant for him, it awakens a mystery he thought was buried in time. Drawn into the rhythm of these yearly letters, Ayaan begins to uncover a story of love lost in silence, promises written in raindrops, and a woman he once knew — or thought he did. As the rains return, so do memories, regrets, and the whisper of something unfinished. Set against the lyrical backdrop of endless grey skies and letters that hold more than just words, A Letter Every Rain is a tender exploration of time, grief, and the messages we leave behind when words are all we have left.

Di kota wooden ville atau lebih tepatnya kota terpencil di mana banyak kejadian dan kata-kata mistis terlontarkan, tidak sedikit menelan korban. Thomas yang mendatangi kota itu untuk mencari jawaban atas kematian pamannya, dan menemukan pembunuhnya. Namun banyak kejadian mistis terjadi di mulai dari ia yang dapat melihat kematian orang di kota, dan wanita 'aneh' yang ia temui di sekolah pindahannya.

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the weak summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time. yeah that's me your accidental hero! #connected universe!

In a world rising from the ashes of apocalypse, power decides everything. Ash, a seemingly ordinary boy, begins his journey with nothing but determination, a wooden sword, and a strict father guiding him. But when fate grants him a gift unlike any seen before, he must train harder, fight smarter, and stay hidden — because some powers aren't meant to exist. As ancient forces stir and unseen eyes begin to watch, Ash's path will lead him through brutal training, dangerous beasts, and a truth that could shake the very foundations of the world.

In the realm of Threa, history is wrapped in many tragedies and mysteries. Countless spirits—remnants of the unknown past, roam the land, relentlessly assailing the living. Their hunger was insatiable. At the heart of Threa’s mythology stands Origin, a revered Celestial, believed to have shaped all things. In its divine wisdom, Origin bestowed upon humanity the Soul Flame—a sacred gift, a spark of hope, the call of dependence to the Divinity spoken through the tongue of the Primal. And the very source of what will be known by many as―magic. Through this miracle, mortals have defied fate, thriving in a world riddled with supernatural dangers. Yet, just as spirits crave Life Essence, humanity is driven by its own hunger. For power, for wealth—heedless of the ruin such desires may bring. Their unchecked ambition often leads to catastrophe, unraveling the balance that holds existence together. The spirits, ever yearning, draw closer to the realm of the living, distorting reality itself. Their growing presence warps the fabric of nature, igniting events that defy reason. Driven by instinct, emotion, and an eternal thirst, they clash with mortals in an endless cycle of conflict and survival. And yet, through these trials, humanity finds its resilience, shaped by Celestial influence—or so they choose to believe. Would you be the same? * * * At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village. Though he was far from ordinary, for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many, yet gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his Fate was sealed, bound to die like the others who succumbed to illness and starvation. However, Destiny spoke otherwise. It changed the day his village was attacked. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, they returned, searching for what they called ‘a breath that was left.’ Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur―six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Eschaton Empire. Then, without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with evil and death, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past―before it consumes him in its glacial touch. * * * This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised.