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The world ended—twice. Liam should have died along with it. Instead, he woke up with a system whispering of sovereign paths he was never meant to walk, an interface bound to something far older than the Dominion’s rule. Alone, hunted, and bound by a directive he barely understands, he fights to carve a place for himself in a world where fractured gods and cybernetic overlords rule what remains. In the Genesis Protocol’s void, where reality unravels, he faces echoes of celestial experiments, shadows of himself that seek to consume him. His body is bruised, ribs aching, strength fading—but he refuses to fall. “You do not belong,” the void whispers. Liam wipes the blood from his mouth, smirking. “I get that a lot.” And then, he raises his blade. Because if the world won’t make space for him—he’ll tear one open himself.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

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An ancient proverb from the Homo sapiens era once stated, "Light and darkness can never be united because they are natural enemies arranged since the creation of the universe." The statement seems plausible, yet it may contain inaccuracies... —————————————— Leon Kruger, a 22-year-old man counted among the three of humanity's heroes, is dispatched by the Holy Empire of Mankind to invade the territory of the Demon Empire—an enduring adversary of humanity for over 7000 years. Wielding the Great Holy Sword Zenith and commanding a legion of thousands of holy troops, he leads the raid on the Desert of Chaos, facing the elite armies of the Demon Race with unwavering valor. Even, he engaged in direct combat against the Demon Emperor, who was actively leading the war on behalf of the Demon Race! Unfortunately, he never foresaw that his offensive was a cunning scheme orchestrated by the Emperor of the Holy Empire. The emperor aimed to eliminate Leon, perceiving him as a threat to his position as the ruler. Furthermore, unbeknownst to him, he had been poisoned before setting out for war, leading to a catastrophic defeat at the hands of the Demon Emperor and resulting in his capture as a prisoner of the Demon Emperor. Envisaging torment at the hands of the notorious Demon Emperor after his capture, he was surprised to find that this foreseen ordeal did not come to pass! The Demon Emperor, unveiled as a remarkably beautiful woman, unexpectedly and without apparent cause, asked him to be responsible for abandoning their triplet daughters?! "Nani! Since when did I have triplet daughters with you, smelly demon woman?!" Not only that, Leon gradually realized that an increasing number of women were approaching him to claim the love debts he had unwittingly accumulated in his youth. "Wait! Hold on! Please be gentle! Both my kidneys are nearly tapped out!" —————————————— #Tag: #Action #Adventure #Harem #Slight-Harem #StrongToStrongest #Romance #Demon #Elven #Hero #Dragon #DaughterLoves #Revenge #Anti-Hero #Handsome-Male-Lead #Beautiful-Female-Leads #SliceOfLife #Unhesitate-MainCharacter #Yandere #PossesiveCharacters #PhsycopathCharacter #HateToLove #Comedy ------------- 400 PS this week = Mass release of 5 chapters! 700 PS this week = Mass release of 8 chapters!

"The Long Night shrouds the world; the dawn is slow to come. Evil descends upon the land, leaving naught but ruin in its wake. He walks through the endless night, dances upon the edge of blades, swaying between the heavens and the abyss. Igniting the fire of starlight souls, Since the night is eternal—then I shall become its Monarch."

"Kabir, a young student in Mumbai, struggles with his schoolwork and faces relentless criticism from his teacher and demanding parents. On the day of his friend's birthday party, he's forced to stay after school for extra work, further isolating him. Walking home alone, he finds solace in a stray dog, mirroring his own feelings of being an outcast. At home, his parents' disappointment and pressure to excel intensify, leaving Kabir feeling hopeless and anxious about his upcoming exam. The story portrays the harsh realities of academic pressure and the emotional toll it takes on a vulnerable child in a bustling city."

Albert was a nobody. He lived, he fought, and in the end, he died—forgotten and powerless. Humanity lost the war, Earth fell, and nothing he did ever truly mattered. But fate wasn’t done with him. Albert is a nobody. The world is already crumbling, the invasion will happen, and history is poised to repeat itself. Can he defy destiny and carve a new path, or is he doomed to die just as insignificantly as before?

Once, they reigned supreme over the Lunaris Kingdom: Nyara Goddess of Night, Kail God of Night, and their daughter, Iyla, the Child of Night. But two centuries ago, the cruel hand of humanity struck them down, shattering their celestial reign. Betrayal led to their demise, their divine essence scattered across Earth. Now, reborn and unaware, they live mortal lives, their memories lost to the ages. Nyara, a 24-year-old woman on Earth, bears a striking birthmark that mimics the night sky across her back and arms. This causes her to feel alienated from her family and the world, she always covers it up. A nagging sense of incompleteness haunts her, a void where a past life should be. Kail, now 25, carries a strange birthmark from his chest down his arm, a faint echo of his godly past. He walks a lonely path, disconnected from those around him, feeling a profound sense of loss, as if something vital has been stolen from him. In a secluded forest, a 5-year-old girl named Iyla was discovered as a baby in forest, abandoned and marked with radiant patterns from her shoulders to her arms. She resides in an orphanage, forever overlooked for adoption due to her unusual markings.

I see the future every path every decision every inevitable conclusion it is all laid bare before my eyes yet I can do nothing to chnage it. To everyone else, fate is an unknown force But to me it is it is a chain, unbreakable and absolute. I can see empire's crumble ,hero's rise and god's fall all slaves to their pitiful fate. No one escapes fate. Not the weak, not the strong, not even me And yet… Kai Night exists. A man whose future does not exist. A blank space where certainty should be. A nobody weak, unremarkable, barely worth notice. And yet, he stands there, outside the threads of fate, beyond the flow of destiny. For the first time in my life I don't know what's next. It makes me exhilarated it gives me hope. But at the same time it makes me Afraid

[Welcome to Purgatory] A never ending game with limitless choices but a limited ending, a game that always ended the same way, in ruins. No matter what choice you made it was always destruction and solitude up till the very end. Yet even with such an end there was one person, one player that never stopped. He played, played, and played up till the end hundreds of times hoping to change the ending of the character he held dear, Aureus. He wanted to change his end so much he forgot about his own ending. So, even till the end of his own life he kept the same will. "I could've done it. I could've saved him..I could've properly ended this crappy story!" He cried at the very end of his own life. [Prove those words true] As if responding to his pleas he was given a chance, a chance to change the fate of not only Aureus. but the world of Purgatory itself. [Do what I couldn't do. Finish this game the way you want. Reach the end you've been longing for, the End of Purgatory as you will it]

The hypnotic master, Skye, carefully selected two candidates to be transported back to the ancient city of Atlantis. Dane and Seir’s souls were chosen to inhabit the bodies of two princes from the most prominent kingdoms on the island. As they began their lives as royalty, they were astonished to discover that many of the people they met in Atlantis were the incarnations of their old friends and family—though now, their relationships had taken on a completely different form. As they struggled to adapt to their new lives in ancient times, they soon realized that those they once considered allies could easily become enemies. With the plan to explore Atlantis hanging in the balance, their journey took an unexpected turn.

A man gets reincarnated or transmigrated into a world full of steampunking, gods, and weird misconseptions. He fights the cruel world in order to find his lost memories and restore or destroy this body's life. Gifted three cards he must beat the odds that were never in his favor. -Read to find out more

In a world ruled by strength, cultivation, and influence, what happens when one man alone holds the power to change everything? "Welcome to the world..." Alaric, born into the family of a Duke, was believed to be just another child. But there’s nothing ordinary about him. Strength is only a fraction of... his oddity. [Nascent One's Guide.] One morning, Alaric awakens to a life-altering power—and a boner. Alaric isn’t ambitious, far from it. He couldn’t care less about strength, fame, or power. If given the choice, he’d spend every moment with the people he loves, doing absolutely nothing. But his obsession with enjoying his life with his loved ones? It grabs him by the collar and drags him toward greatness, forcing him into a world where strength is the only way to survive. “Father... you're their target, aren’t you?” Alaric won’t allow anyone to even think of harming his family. His pursuit of power isn’t for glory or status—it’s for protection. For them. Follow Alaric’s journey as he unravels the truth of the world and climbs to the top, driven not by ambition, but by a relentless need to keep his loved ones safe—no matter the cost.

In a world guided to prosperity by divine beings known as Shepherds, Yel Arki is haunted by whispers of an ancient entity within him—a force that promises the end of all existence and seeks to consume his very soul. Desperate to escape the growing dread, he takes on his first escort mission with the adventurer’s guild—a simple job that goes horribly wrong. When the caravan is attacked, Yel discovers dark secrets surrounding his client, Merika, and the ancient artifact she carries: the True Scriptures, a relic tied to a shadowy organization that walks in darkness. As Yel and Merika flee for their lives, he realizes the artifact is more than it seems—it holds the key to his own fate and the survival of the world itself. But the entity within him grows stronger, and its ultimate goal becomes clear: to plunge the world into eternal rest. Now, Yel must confront the truth about the entity, the artifact, and his own forgotten past—before it’s too late

In the shadows of a world unraveling, she drew her last breath in the fifth year of the apocalypse. Yet, fate had other plans. As she opened her eyes, time bent, and she found herself transported back to two fateful months before the end of everything she knew. With the enigmatic Boss Lady System by her side, Tyla sensed the weight of destiny pressing down upon her. How would she navigate the looming darkness and the secrets yet to unfold? Meanwhile, deep in the stillness of the night, he awoke at 2 a.m., drenched in sweat, haunted by an ethereal figure—a faceless woman who prowled the depths of his nightmares. Each pulse of anguish echoed with a promise of vengeance. He could not rest until she was found; the blade he once gifted her now a curse that bound them together. As shadows whispered around him, he vowed she would pay for the betrayal that plunged him into this relentless quest.

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A College student's soul transmigrated into a renowned Princess of 400 BCE who had a very mysterious and tragic ending. To survive from her obvious doom, she decided to have a lowkey and peaceful life away from royal struggle but she ended up falling in love with the nemesis of that Era, the notorious, ‘Dark Prince’ who was going to be the destroyer and damnation of the whole continent of that century. But, she didn’t know- She was the main reason for his damnation- For her, a lonely Prince turned into a ferocious monster, burning down the numerous kingdoms into ashes. ------ [Extract from the Story] In the solitude of an eerie night, I met that stranger again. He was standing tall and straight like a towering spruce, his profile dark against the moonlight as his long and slender fingers were wrapped firmly around the hilt of his unsheathed sword. His deep voice growled furiously while pulling out the sharp and shining blade from the bandit’s heart, “Aren’t you daring enough to lay your dirty fingers on my woman?” Drops of blood tainted the velvety carpet of the grass and the body of the bandit fell on the ground, numb and lifeless. I was awestruck by the smooth strikes of his sword and it was impossible to steady my erratic pulse. Suddenly, his cold and burning gaze fell on me. Though I never met him before, he still felt the closest person; an inexplicable sense of deja vu washed over me, creating an absurd familiarity that messed up all logic. Approaching me, he cupped my chin tenderly in his warm hand as his thumb gently wiped a drop of blood from my cold cheek, making my body shiver alarmingly. My heart was hammering in my ears and his compelling eyes riveted me to the spot. However, noticing his deep wound, I mumbled in a breathy and concerned tone, “Your injury looks deadly. You need immediate treatment.” A deep chuckle greeted me as he pulled me closer to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, "Don't bother about that, My love. Did I make you wait for long?" 'My love!! Is he supposed to be my damn lover?' __________ ‘Death is not a worry of mine Even if I must swallow poison I must have you, …’ ~ Lucian Mavis.

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..

Adonai was just an ordinary student, living a typical life with his friends—until everything changed. One day, a powerful dragon descended from the heavens, declaring itself a deity and announcing the dawn of a new era. Humanity was thrust into an interstellar war, a cosmic battle designed to create a supreme deity. But this war was born from the whims of a selfish god with selfish ambitions. As the conflict rages across the stars, Adonai must navigate a world turned upside down. How will this epic struggle for divinity end?

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?

Whispers in the Night" is a thrilling romance novel that follows Ava as she uncovers the dark secrets of Raven's Peak, a mysterious town shrouded in mystery and danger, where love and loyalty are tested in the face of ancient supernatural forces.

I never wanted an alpha. Not until I was handcuffed to him. I was pushed against the wall and mated. I had always thought that we had evolved beyond our basic instincts. I was an astrochemist and my dream was to study the meteors bombarding our planet and instead of ignoring me. HE CLAIMED ME.

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Synopsis: The House at the End of the Lane Amir never believed in ghosts. The old, abandoned house at the end of the lane had always been the subject of terrifying village rumors, but he dismissed them as mere superstitions. However, when he returns to Kampung Sempadan after years away, something about the house feels different—darker, more sinister. Strange whispers echo through the night, shadows move behind the cracked windows, and every step he takes seems to be watched by unseen eyes. As Amir digs deeper into the house’s past, he discovers a horrifying truth buried beneath decades of silence. Some doors should never be opened. Some houses should remain abandoned. But something inside that house has been waiting for him… and now, it won’t let him leave.

One hundred thousand years ago, a foreign land invaded, leaving thousands of miles of land barren and all living things devastated!The great emperor Lu Xuan, in order to protect the people of the world, went into the abyss of heaven alone, used his body as a medium, and suppressed the entrance to the foreign land!But he didn't expect that a hundred thousand years later, he would suddenly receive a call from his descendants! 　　"Ancestor, are you still alive?" 　　"If you don't come back, the Lu family will... die out!" 　　... 　　On this day, the Heaven Burial Sword, which had been sealed for a hundred thousand years, was reborn, the sky wept blood, and thousands of swords wailed!"This emperor is just old, not dead!" 　　"A bunch of ungrateful people, how can they be worthy of this emperor's protection!"

Explosive Soldier: I Will Dominate the World at the End of the Worldin the Prologue of the End of Time Novel After heavy rain, the bustling city turned into a zombie paradise, with mutated species rampant on the streets. Li Fei opened his eyes and came to this world full of dangers. Danger? Don't be afraid, order is at hand, I want to make my name known to everyone on this planet.

Until the End of Us Love doesn’t always end when life does. Sometimes, it lingers—twisting, haunting, refusing to let go. In the heart of Seoul, love stories unfold—not the kind written in fairy tales, but the ones carved in regret, obsession, and the quiet spaces between life and death. Until the End of Us is a collection of interconnected short stories, each exploring the delicate balance between love and destruction, devotion and betrayal. Each story is a thread, weaving a world where love doesn’t fade—it transforms, clings, and sometimes, it seeks revenge. How far would you go for love? And when love turns to obsession, is there ever an escape?

*Waiting for You at the End of Time* is a poignant tale of love, loss, and the enduring power of human connection across the boundaries of time. The story follows two souls, Li Wei and Elena, who are separated by the relentless flow of time but bound together by an unbreakable promise. Li Wei, a brilliant but lonely physicist, discovers a way to manipulate time, while Elena, a free-spirited artist, becomes the anchor to his humanity. As Li Wei experiments with time travel, he inadvertently fractures the timeline, leaving Elena stranded in a distant future. Determined to reunite with her, Li Wei embarks on a perilous journey through the ages, facing the consequences of tampering with the fabric of reality. Their love is tested by the inevitability of time, but their promise to meet at the "end of time" becomes a beacon of hope in a universe that seems determined to keep them apart.