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A Thousand Death System - The Death Paradigm

For centuries, sixteen castles have acted as seals to otherworldly monster dimensions, preventing their horrors from spilling into reality. When these monsters escape, they manifest as natural disasters—earthquakes, plagues, massacres, and worse. To keep them at bay, elite warriors and raiders with supernatural abilities fight back each time a portal opens. Fifteen castles have accepted the help of governments and organizations, except one—the Kanagawa Castle. The secretive Kanagawa family has always fought "their monsters" alone. But when they unexpectedly call for help, the world listens. Among those chosen to document the event is Kaede, a nobody—an awkward, cowardly school journalist assigned to follow the powerful Sun Jia, a top-tier raider and his long-time crush. But when they enter Kanagawa’s portal, everything goes wrong. Two doors open instead of one—an anomaly. Sun Jia and the team enter what appears to be the safer path. But inside, they face a nightmare beyond comprehension—the domain of Shiniyuku Shinigami, the Dying Death God. Reality collapses. The raiders don’t just die—they feel their deaths transcending time, erased from existence before they can even react. Kaede, the weakest among them, experiences his own death differently—shorter, but far more agonizing. Shiniyuku, intrigued by his insignificance, spares him, mocking his cowardice. Kaede wakes up two years later, the only survivor of the disaster. The world has changed—door hunting is now a global industry, and the Kanagawa family has become more powerful than ever. But something inside him has changed too. A power is growing, something unnatural. Determined to uncover the truth behind Kanagawa, Akihiko’s true intentions, and the identity of the enigmatic Knight X, Kaede embarks on a journey—not as a hero, but as a man seeking redemption. But as he grows stronger, a terrifying truth emerges... Kaede is no longer just a survivor. He is becoming something else entirely. Something that should never exist in reality.
Henry_inketh · 525 Views

A Note in the Café

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee swirled through the small café. Mia, a talented but self-doubting columnist, finds solace in her favorite neighborhood café, where the comforting hum of coffee machines and quiet conversations inspire her best work. Across the room sits a reserved bookshop owner with a passion for literature and a knack for lingering in the background. Mia noticed him, how he had a quiet intensity about him that intrigued her. But she was too reserved to approach, so their interactions were limited to fleeting glances and unspoken words. One destined morning, a torn page from reserved bookshop owner's favorite novel flutters to Mia’s feet. Scrawled in the margins is a note that reads: “If we wait for the perfect moment, it may never come.” Assuming it’s an accidental drop, Mia returns the page, only to learn this man left it for her intentionally—a quiet declaration of interest from a man who has admired her from afar. What starts as a hesitant introduction blossoms into a connection neither of them expected. As Mia helped him rediscover his long-abandoned dream of becoming a writer, he teaches her to embrace spontaneity and trust her instincts. Together, they prove that love, like the best stories, often begins with a leap of faith and a touch of serendipity. Set against the warm and inviting backdrop of their favorite café, "A Note in the Café" is a heartwarming tale about finding courage, following your heart, and discovering that the perfect moment is the one you create together.
Rareer_Gem · 7K Views

The Monster Hunter's Notes

On the day I was born, my village was struck by a series of bizarre events. First, Old Wang's white-haired dog, which had been with him for eight years, donned a black robe and stood upright, wandering the streets before stopping at my house to bow. Meanwhile, a horde of unusually large rats with blood-red eyes scurried through the streets, gathering at my doorstep and refusing to leave. This unusual sight enraged the village cats, sparking a fierce battle. Contrary to their usual behavior, the rats fearlessly clashed with the cats, leading to a gruesome scene with casualties on both sides. The villagers watched in stunned silence, while the elderly commented that such unnatural occurrences were omens of chaos as per ancient beliefs. That night, the strange occurrences continued with eerie opera singing emanating from an open space near my home. Curious onlookers ventured out only to discover the performers were figures made of paper, and the audience was a motley crew of supernatural beings surrounding a coffin. Inside the coffin, an old woman watched the spectacle with great interest. This sight terrified the villagers, who fled back to their homes, praying fervently for divine intervention from every deity they knew. The entire village, including my family, spent a sleepless night in fear. The following day, the creatures had vanished, leaving behind a mess that confirmed the night's events were not a dream. In rural areas, such supernatural incidents were often taken seriously, causing widespread alarm and speculation about a curse on my family. My grandfather, dressed in tattered clothes, rushed from the mountains and without explanation, began to beat my father and uncles severely, afterwards holding me and weeping bitterly. He ominously remarked that I was born a "bearer of sins, despised by both humans and ghosts," hinting at a mysterious affliction tied to my existence. That night, I developed a high fever and struggled between life and death, with my grandfather and uncles fighting off a malevolent spirit attempting to drain my life force. They fell ill from the ordeal, taking a month to recover. Years later, I learned of my grandfather's reasons for naming me Zhang Jiu Zui, meaning "Nine Sins," reflecting the burdens I carried from birth. Despite my introverted nature, inherited from my father's quiet demeanor, my grandfather took pride in my disinterest in worldly affairs, often taking me to his well-kept but humble abode filled with books on exorcism, folklore, and esoteric knowledge. I spent years immersed in these tales of demons and diviners, shaping my understanding of the world until academic pressures from high school forced me to visit less. My high school years ended in disappointment when illness ruined my chances at university exams, an event my grandfather oddly celebrated as fortunate. After deciding to retake the exams, my life took an unexpected turn when several luxury cars arrived at our village, heading straight for my grandfather's humble home. The well-dressed occupants from the cars approached with formal documents, knocking on his door with a sense of urgency and respect.
jackpoker · 4.3K Views
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