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Infinite Job Transfers Starting from Mechanic

This is the 40,000th year of the Empire's dominance over the Galaxy. The glory of the Great Expedition has long been buried in the dust of history. Su Yu has transmigrated here, opening his eyes to the ruins of a planet in front of him, utterly bewildered. On this planet, there are war machines that stretch for thousands of kilometers, now broken to the extreme, alien beasts whose roars can shatter mountains and rivers, and radiation alien beasts whose mere movement causes further destruction to the surrounding environment— There is everything here, except hope. Whether willingly or not, Su Yu struggled to survive for three years and finally inevitably contracted radiation sickness, seemingly about to become one of the despairing. Until his Profession Panel, capable of infinite job transfers, finally activated. "Ding!" "Detected that the host has met the prerequisites; do you want to take the profession of [Mechanic]?" "Completing this job will allow you to gain profession experience through daily maintenance, recovery, and assembly of mechanical creations, leveling up the profession, and with each upgrade, you receive an enhancement amplification of your physical attributes..." Looking at the pile of broken gun parts in his repair room, an unprecedented light lit up in Su Yu's eyes! Years later, at the core of the Empire, at the highest point of the Terra world, Su Yu, the Mechanic from Ruins Star, Ghost Shadow Blade of Dead Silence Wilderness, Initiator of the Giant God Soldier Project's Restart, Governor of the Shattered Star Region, Master of Mechanical Ascension, Supreme Throne of the Forging World, looked at the torrent of steel gathering below and commanded with a wave of his hand! [Our goal is to make the (second) (crossed out) Empire great again!]
Universe Invincible Battle Tyrannosaurus · 1.2M Views

The Path Beyond Script

In a world where power and control rewrite history, a boy named Kasel , 18 yr old, lives quietly—unnoticed, abandoned, surviving through routine and silence. But a suppressed memory stirs, disrupting the fragile rhythm of his existence. At the same time, a mysterious 18-year-old contract—tied to political power—is quietly beginning to collapse,slowly digging at the layers of rewritten history beneath it. The story unravels a hidden connection between a collapsing 18-year-old contract and a rewritten history hidden by the government—quietly investigated by two YouTubers driven by personal loss. It travels across private choices, political currents, and fragile minds—slowly peeling back the mystery of a forgotten incident from 11 years ago. ___________________________________ At the center is Kasel—an unnoticed, introverted 18-year-old boy living like a shadow. Orphaned, quietly longing for love, he works in a small shop, enduring mockery and monotony just to exist. Kasel’s mind often glitches—brief flashes of a memory he doesn’t understand, one he’s learned to ignore. But when a stranger appears—someone he doesn’t remember but might be connected to it all—everything begins to change. This arc follows Kasel’s psychological unraveling and the slow emergence of his past and truth . ___________________________________ This is a slow-burn political–psychological mystery thriller about memory, identity, control, and power.
Verax_author · 2.8K Views

Script Walker

Her fingers shook,not from weakness. From the need to control something. Anything. Me. "I want them all dead," she whispered into my shoulder. "Every. Last. One." I wrapped my arms around her. Let her tremble. Not because I cared. But because this was where empires were born: not on thrones, but in broken chambers and whispered grief. "It's already begun," I said into her hair. She looked up at me,those green eyes glassy with heat and hatred. "You'll kill them for me?" "No," I said. "I'll kill them for *us*." She kissed me like a drowning woman. No ceremony. No coyness. Just hunger and rage tangled into something that barely felt human. And I gave her what she needed,not love, not comfort, but the illusion of control. That's what sex is. A chess move with sweat. We collapsed onto her bed like monarchs of ashes. Her grief was my weapon. My whispers were her gospel. And somewhere, beneath all the heat and hatred, she forgot that her son had screamed. I didn't. Later, when the candlelight dimmed and she finally fell asleep beside me,arm thrown over my chest like a claim,I stared at the ceiling, replaying the scene in my mind. Her son's death wasn't clean. It wasn't meant to be. It was a ritual. One sacrifice to awaken a world not yet ready. I opened my HUD. [Narrative Skill: Cinematic Reflexes - Passive Trigger: PLANNED COMBAT SCENE- EXECUTED PERFECTLY] [Event Branching Complete: Historical Rewrite Unlocked] [Villain Proximity Rising: The Scriptorian watches your edits.] Good. Let him watch. The Director's Cut could hide behind his twisted timelines all he wanted,this was my spinoff now.
Nà_thaniel · 5.6K Views
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