Battra Roar

In Genovia, power is defined by the Gene that flows through your veins, unlocking mastery over Runes, the ancient magic. Arthur’s Crimson Fern Gene was written off as insignificant, a faint whisper in a world of roaring storms. But as he dares to push its limits, the Gene evolves, awakening new Runes and unlocking elemental forces. What begins as a trickle of power soon turns into an unstoppable torrent, each new ability more devastating than the last. But with every surge of strength, the cost grows—his body and mind begin to shift, as the darkness within his soul begins to take hold. In his pursuit of power, Arthur must face the ultimate question: How much of himself is he willing to lose in order to become something more?

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

"You want him dead? Then pay up. I don’t kill for free." Sam never knew mercy. Never felt guilty. That’s why he was the world’s deadliest hitman—a bullet in the dark, a phantom under Crimson Moon. No one escaped him. No one lived to tell the tale. Until the day he vanished. A mission gone wrong. A helicopter spiraling into flames. The deafening roar of an explosion. And then—silence. When Sam opened his eyes, the burning wreckage was gone. The city lights, the familiar streets—gone. Instead, he saw towering castles. Creatures from myths. Magic rippling through the air. "What the hell…?" [DING! Congratulations, you have obtained a rare talent] [Talent: Multi Vision] [Effect: Enhances aiming precision, adapting to the enemy’s movements] [Rank: Default] At first, he had only one purpose—escape. Get back to Earth, to the world he ruled from the shadows. But then, he saw it. The power struggles. The endless wars. The corruption drowning this land in blood and gold. [DING! Congratulations, you have earned the Assassin class] [Rank: SSS-Ranked] A slow, wicked smile crossed his lips, "Maybe going home can wait.” “After all … there’s plenty of work for a killer here."

The night the village burned, Njuwa was only eight years old. Fire roared through the thatched huts, turning homes into embers. Screams filled the air as armored raiders recked havoc in the tiny village.

There was once a young man named Varian,he was a homeless man who slept on the city streets due to his low budget. When he was working to gather plastic bottles to earn some money, he then saw a group of men and women wearing a white hoodie that covered their faces walking towards an unknown path close to a nearby village. Varian asked people around about them, but everyone thinks he is a crazy person spreading lies about a bunch of things. Varian then realized that he was the only person who could see them. Without thinking twice, Varian decided to follow them. About 30 minutes later, the group that was followed by Varian stopped as they were frozen like a statue. Varian has a bad feeling about what will happen, he then lifts his face and sees a massive cave on the edge of the village. Without hesitation, Varian leaves the group and goes to the cave. He needs to know the truth about what is happening right now, why was he the only one who could see the group of people and the unknown path. Varian entered the cave with caution, the cave is getting darker by each second. After some time passed, he arrived at the end of the cave. There was a giant tree standing in the middle of the area, Varian go to the tree as fast as he could so he can examine it closer. Varian noticed that there was a hole that'd fit his body on the tree. Varian hesitated whether he should continue his journey or not. Varian came to a statement that he would be continuing his journey after thinking about it for a moment, he entered the hole. The atmosphere was very dark and the path was somehow long for just a tree. After some time, he saw a glowing light from the exit. Varian was relieved for a moment when he heard a roar from an unknown species as if they were chasing him from behind. He ran as fast as he could to the glowing light, he is now finally free from that roaring. When he tried to open his eyes, he was very shocked after seeing a whole different world where there were no modern furniture or gadgets in this world, as if it was never there.

On the sacred continent, bloodline and divine soul determine destiny. However, the young Chen Sheng is born with the mysterious grass vine divine soul and is regarded as waste by his family and suffers all kinds of humiliation. When the girl he deeply loves, Wu Hui, is involved in the family conspiracy because of him, and when Wei Gong of the Wei family tramples on his dignity with power, this seemingly humble young man finally erupts. He rebels against his family, rides a stubborn donkey and breaks into Xumi Mountain where fierce beasts run amok. With his flesh and blood, he hunts down third-level mysterious beasts and becomes famous in one battle in the martial academy league. However, this is just the beginning. As Chen Hui, the ancestor of the Chen family, breaks out of the seal and emerges, Chen Sheng's true identity is gradually revealed. He is actually the direct descendant bloodline of the four super families of the War Dynasty, and there flows in his body the power of the "grass vine king" who can devour everything. From a despised "bastard" to a bloody war god who wields a demon knife, Chen Sheng slays gods and proves the way with a proud posture. He dares to resist imperial power for his beauty, dares to burn the imperial capital for his brothers, and even dares to roar at the sky: "If fate oppresses me, I will break this sky!" This is a story full of demonic aura, betrayal and awakening. Every chapter is engraved with the brand of "not submitting to destiny".

⚔ WSA 2025 ENTRY – A NEW LEGENDS IS FORGED! ⚔ A man awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping. A notification greeted him. [You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.] [You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.] He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?! Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival… and his power was to take naps! ____________ Dimension Collapse. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing everything that once existed. The sky shattered like glass, and a massive rift stretched endlessly across it. From the darkness, nightmares emerged—monstrous beasts, ancient horrors, and creatures beyond human understanding. Colossal dragons appeared, their immense bodies eclipsing the sky, shaking the world with roars that shattered mountains and split the earth. Vampires with glowing crimson eyes stalked the night. Demons wreathed in hellfire descended in endless hordes. Beastmen roared beneath the blood-red moon, while goblins, wild and savage, swarmed the streets, feasting on the fallen. Cities crumbled. Lands twisted into strange, terrifying shapes. Reality itself became a battlefield of chaos. Then, as if it were nothing, a glowing screen flickered into existence before every survivor. Terror settled in. Everyone had received a skill—some wielded power over the elements, others bent time or defied death itself. Yet some… awakened curses, abilities so absurd or sinister that they were doomed from the start. The rules were brutal: Kill. Adapt. Evolve. Chaos erupted instantly. Neighbors became executioners. Families slaughtered one another. Streets ran red with blood as the weak perished and the strong carved their place in this new world. [Welcome to the New Era.] [You have been granted 100 Coins.] [Your Unique Skill has been awakened.] [To survive, obtain more coins.] [Methods: Slay the creatures. Kill the others.] -------- Additional Tags : #WSA2025 #Vampires #Elves #Demons #Beastfolk #LevelUp #Magic #AncientRelics # #ForbiddenPowers #StrongFemaleLeads #SchemingCharacters #PowerfulEnemies #EpicWorldbuilding #DarkFantasy #Bloodlines #MysticalArtifacts #SecretSocieties #DivineIntervention #BattleForSupremacy #Heroes #InterdimensionalTravel #FatedEncounters #MythicalBeasts

In a dystopian America where prisons are overflowing, the government introduces the Death Race, a brutal, high-speed battle where inmates must race to survive—or die trying. The reward? Freedom for the winner. The cost? A bloody, merciless road littered with wrecked cars and bodies. Enter Jaxon "Driver 88" Cross, a former special ops soldier framed for a crime he didn’t commit. Betrayed by those he trusted, sentenced to Blackridge Penitentiary—a supermax prison housing over a million criminals—Jaxon is thrown into the arena of death. With nothing to lose and a burning desire for vengeance, he must outdrive and outgun ruthless killers, corrupt officials, and his own demons to earn his way out. But in a world where the system is rigged and the race is never fair, survival is not just about speed—it’s about knowing when to strike, who to trust, and how to kill. The engines roar. The countdown begins. The road to freedom is paved with blood. Welcome to the Death Race.

This is a story about exploring technology in a wizarding world. Probability, electromagnetic induction, nuclear physics and theory of relativity—all of this can be mastered through scientific exploration and learning. Richard had always thought so… until he transmigrates to a world similar to the Middle Ages and becomes a prince. In this world of wizard and magic, he embarks on a journey to explain magic with science. One day, a dragon takes him away. "This is not in line with aerodynamics? It does not satisfy the Kutta condition, Circulation Theory of Lift and Bernoulli's principle either? How can it fly? Is there a special power source in its body?" Richard could not help saying as he glances down at the huge dragon he was riding on. "Well, I need to research this." "By the way, you said you kidnapped me to find a playmate for your daughter. That doesn't sound like a good reason, right?" “Roar!” the dragon hollers furiously and waves its wings, soaring into the sky. Will Richard be able to continue on his journey of exploration and unravel the mystery of the wizarding world?

Overnight, young Ye Zhen suddenly discovered he had acquired a strange new ability! The meaningless cries of animals and insects in the mountains entering his ears began to sound quite different. "Quick, brother," squeaked the mouse brothers, "the treasure in the back hill that can make us grow dozens of times in size is about to drop, let's go!" A swarm of mosquitoes buzzed, "Those two guys are here again, brothers, let's get them and have a feast!" A Cloud Winged Young Tiger faced Ye Zhen and let out one fearsome roar after another, "Mommy's not home, don't come any closer, come any closer and I'll eat you!" Everything changed because of this!

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

In 1919, Donnie's soul traversed into the United States. To start off, Donnie, just a soldier who had recently stepped down from the battlefields of World War I, was framed by his superior. Before the Prohibition era began, he took over a bar in Atlantic City. With the perspective of a transmigrator and ruthless tactics, he gradually became the largest bootlegger in America. In the roaring twenties, Donnie delved into bootlegging, ran beauty pageants, built his career, and stormed Wall Street. Decades later, when people studied modern American history, they found that the name 'Donnie Block' was one they simply could not ignore!!!

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?" An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar. I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal. Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

In a valley brimming with spiritual energy, a young man named Lin Xuan was meditating in solitude. He had joined the Qingyun Sect at a young age. Though his talent was average, his perseverance never wavered. Every morning, he practiced Qi cultivation; every evening, he honed his swordsmanship—day after day, year after year. On this particular morning, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak when he suddenly sensed the spiritual energy within him stirring restlessly. Closing his eyes, he regulated his breath and focused his mind, only to discover a wisp of unusual energy in his dantian. This energy was unlike anything he had absorbed before, seemingly imbued with the boundless mysteries of heaven and earth. Overjoyed, Lin Xuan realized that the moment of his breakthrough had finally arrived. He immediately calmed his mind and circulated his cultivation technique, guiding the mysterious energy through his meridians. As it coursed through his body, he felt an immense surge of power. His cultivation level steadily ascended, and he entered an unprecedented mystical state, as if he had become one with the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky, and the spiritual energy in the air surged violently. Lin Xuan opened his eyes to witness a brilliant sword light streaking toward him from the horizon. His heart trembled—it was none other than the Qingyun Sect’s supreme treasure, the Zixiao Sword! The dazzling sword light hovered momentarily in the air before descending into his hands. The sword trembled gently, as if responding to his presence. Lin Xuan knew that this was the moment of the Qingyun Sect’s inheritance—and the true beginning of his journey on the path of immortality.

This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon… The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant. “Submit, or die.” Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus. ……… A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world. (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon)

"Kings rise from blood and fire, crowned amidst chaos; the masses kneel and chant beneath the throne. Fate is never merciful for love, nor just for greatness—the law of the jungle reigns supreme. The cannon’s sole purpose is to measure the breadth of the realm; within its range lies the only truth. And in this age of maritime dominance, where colossal ships and roaring cannons dictate the course of history, the ultimate truth is simple: Take it all! 'Wait! What horrors lie beyond the sea? Retreat, retrea—ahhh!' The great beings of the previous era have long been buried in the annals of epic, while ignorant mortals rise, polishing their cannons and setting sail. Yet, though the times have changed, they have not changed completely. With a [Captain’s Log] in hand, Byron plunges headfirst into this mysterious, savage, blood-soaked... and crumbling age of maritime exploration. Surviving the War of the Roses, he ascends to the extraordinary through the blood of the seafaring pirates, climbing the [Ladder of Glory]. With his [Iron Law of Sovereignty: The Pirate Code], he commands the seven seas, crowned as [The Wild Hunt: The Bloodthirsty Storm King]. Only then does he realize that this sinking azure world may need... a new captain!"

Four abyss opened up within the depth of earth and a powerful explosion followed suit. A figure was drenched in his own blood, eyes as red as blood. Two broken knives stuck out of his body as he struggled to breath. "In this life and the next, I'll never let them go!" His eyes was seethed with hatred, his teeth gnashing in anger. "I'll kill them all... I'll ruin them one after another!" He paused, a terrifying chill filling the air as the four abysses powered up. "I'll take my revenge! I'll come back and finish this story!" The abyss suddenly roared and his body parts was shriveled apart, each piece swallowed and distributed evenly Into the open maws of the chilling abysses. A deafening silence was the only thing that remained of a powerful civilization.

Mo Xiao slowly regained consciousness in a desolate mechanical ruin. His head ached intensely, and his memories were like scattered sand, impossible to piece together. The pungent smell of rust filled the air. Twisted metal debris all around was emitting wisps of smoke. What made his blood run cold even more were the monsters wandering among the ruins. They had strange figures, some like a grotesque fusion of machinery and flesh, emitting low - pitched roars. Mo Xiao curled up in fear, not knowing where he was or why he was there. However, the instinct for survival quickly calmed him down. In this perilous place, he clenched his trembling fists and decided to explore his own background and the truth behind this apocalyptic world.

The waves ripple around me, calling me in a whisper, Into the deepest part of the ocean. As I walk on the soft sand, the water sweeps over my feet, surrounding where I stand, giving me the sweetest sensation. Oh ocean, why do I feel so attracted to you? Why do I feel the tickling of your whispers? As it causes cold shivers down my spine. I could hear your gentle lullaby, It roars like a lion, yet so steady and honest Just like a refined diamond. Oh, sea, why do you call my name in a whisper? Caressing waves upon the shore, Once again you beckon me. Why do you show yourself at my doorstep? Why do I feel your presence everywhere I go? Why do you call me so desperately? I want to know, cause when the sea calls? Who will answer?

"Football isn't just a game"—it's life. For 16-year-old David Jones, football is more than a sport; it's an escape, a calling, and the only thing that makes sense in a world full of challenges. The electric thrill of scoring a last-minute winner, the roar of the crowd—it’s the closest thing to freedom he knows. But David's journey is far from simple. Blessed with extraordinary talent yet burdened by fiery anger, he’s fighting battles on and off the pitch. Growing up as the son of a Nigerian immigrant and a British mother, David navigates the pressures of cultural expectations, the weight of his own ambitions, and the scrutiny of a sport that demands perfection. Passion drives him forward, but his temper holds him back. Can he channel his emotions and prove himself worthy of being football's next big star? David Jones: The Next big thing is a gripping coming-of-age story about resilience, identity, and the unrelenting pursuit of dreams. Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved to their respective owners.

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

In a world where kingdoms rise and fall like the tides, one man finds himself thrust into a land bursting with chaos and opportunity. Reborn into a realm of fierce warring factions, ancient magic, and untamed wilderness, he faces an audacious mission: to build the strongest empire the world has ever seen. With nothing but his sharp wits, unwavering determination, and a mysterious treasure that grants him the power to shape the very land itself, he embarks on an epic journey from a desolate, crumbling kingdom to a magnificent celestial empire. Along the way, he will forge powerful alliances, conquer formidable enemies, and uncover the secrets of a world brimming with danger and wonder. But this journey is not just about power; it’s also about finding happiness, the kind that eluded him in his previous life. As blood spills and flames roar in the background of his quest for greatness, he searches for something more profound than mere conquest.

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

Kilin, the world-renowned K-pop idol, lives a life of dazzling lights, roaring fans, and relentless expectations. But behind the glamour, he struggles with loneliness and the pressure to be perfect. Naina, a free-spirited girl from the USA who grew up in Korea, has never been one to chase fame—until fate intertwines her life with Kilin’s in the most unexpected way. When a chance encounter brings them together, Kilin finds solace in Naina’s sincerity, and she discovers a side of him the world never sees. As their bond deepens, so do the challenges—scandals, jealous rivals, and the ever-watchful eyes of the media threaten to tear them apart. In a world where love is a risk and fame is fleeting, will Kilin and Naina’s story shine bright, or will it fade away like a falling star?

In a world where the past and present collide, one warrior must rise to restore the balance of dharma. After the devastating battle of Kurukshetra, Arjuna, the greatest archer of the Mahabharata, stands amidst the ruins of war, burdened by the cost of victory. But as he grieves for the fallen, a cosmic force tears him from his time and hurls him into the chaotic streets of modern-day New Delhi. Disoriented and alone, Arjuna finds himself in a world he cannot comprehend—a world of towering structures, roaring machines, and people consumed by greed and ambition. Guided by Dr. Aditi, a historian who becomes his reluctant ally, Arjuna begins to unravel the mysteries of this strange new era. But as he adapts to the modern world, he senses a familiar darkness lurking beneath the surface—a force of evil that threatens to plunge humanity into chaos. The Asuras, ancient demons thought to be vanquished, have reawakened, feeding on humanity’s fear and corruption. As Arjuna uncovers the truth, he learns that the battle for dharma is far from over. The Asuras, led by a resurrected demon king, are manipulating the modern world through technology, politics, and war, seeking to erase all traces of righteousness. With the help of Aditi and a diverse group of allies, Arjuna must confront this new threat, blending his ancient skills with modern tools to inspire hope and unity. But the battle is not just against external forces. Arjuna must also confront his own doubts, grief, and guilt over the Mahabharata war. As he faces the demon king in a climactic showdown, he realizes that the true fight is not against the Asuras but against the darkness within humanity itself. Arjuna: The Eternal Archer— is an epic tale of courage, sacrifice, and the timeless struggle for balance. Blending mythology, time travel, and modern-day conflict, this story explores the enduring power of dharma and the resilience of the human spirit. Arjuna’s journey reminds us that the battle between good and evil is eternal—and that even in the darkest times, hope can prevail.

World Wars I & II were filled with the roar of firearms, but World War III brought even greater devastation—a nuclear war that erased civilization as humanity once knew it. A hundred years later, the world was reborn in the shadow of a new Iron Age. Firearms and nuclear weapons had vanished, yet one thing remained eternal—war. Grand battles between kingdoms now served as the battleground for those hungry for power. Julian was a victim of war's cruelty. Losing his parents at a young age, he grew up as an orphan with no future, forced into slavery in the iron mine. But fate granted him one golden opportunity to change his life. As the Kingdom of Deimos struggled in its war against the Kingdom of Phobos, they desperately needed more soldiers. The enslaved miners, including Julian, were recruited as reinforcements, promised rewards if they could prove themselves on the battlefield. This was Julian's chance to break free from his chains. He had to fight and survive to forge a new destiny.

Chaos. Screams, a strange omni-colored fire, falling buildings, and a resounding bestial roar that dominates the skies. This is Faxton, a city in a highly advanced human society that has long since conquered the stars. On April 17, 3501 AST (After Space Transcention), Faxton is destroyed by an unknown alien beast. Two months after the attack, Alesha Williams wakes up to discover that a mystical entity, The 'Seed of Chaos' System, has bonded to her and is determined to mold her life to its liking! This story is about her journey coping with the uninvited, obstinate being in her head and growing in strength while she tries desperately to keep her humanity--which the System seems intent on getting rid of. While trying to figure out whether this new 'System' is more of a blessing or a curse, Alesha's life takes several unexpected turns, her worldview is flipped upside down, and she changes in ways she will never be able to take back. ---- Cover Art digitally painted by me! Do not reuse in any way, shape or form. Absolutely NO AI is utilized in the creation of my story or its concept art. Other concept art for this series is published here: https://www.deviantart.com/lewhimsira/gallery/94239058/-seed-of-chaos-system ---- Chapters range from 725 - 1500 words on average (most commonly ~1100 words), with a few chapters being longer. I am an uncontracted author, so all chapters are FREE! :D Current posting schedule is 2-3 chapters a week.

Imagine a battlefield where the technological prowess of a modern military force collides with the divine strength and ancient wisdom of the Mahabharata’s legendary warriors. Tanks and fighter jets roar across the sky, unleashing missiles against celestial weapons wielded by warriors like Arjuna and Karna. Advanced surveillance drones and satellite-guided artillery attempt to outmaneuver the strategic brilliance of Krishna’s counsel and Bhishma’s battlefield mastery. Cyber warfare meets mystical astras, while armored divisions face off against war chariots powered by divine energy. As modern military science pushes the boundaries of strategy and firepower, the timeless warriors of the Mahabharata counter with supernatural abilities and unshakable valor. This clash of epochs raises the ultimate question: Can technology triumph over mythology, or will the power of ancient divinity rewrite the rules of war?

In the year 2142, humanity has finally reached the status of a Type 1 civilization, harnessing the full power of their planet. But for Dr. Elias Voss, this is only the beginning. A brilliant yet dangerously ambitious scientist, Voss dreams of pushing humanity beyond its limits—toward the realm of the gods. On Luna Station Alpha, he activates the Quantum Singularity Core, a revolutionary experiment meant to unlock limitless energy. But when the machine roars to life, something awakens. Voices—ancient, powerful, and filled with warning—echo in his mind, urging him to stop. Yet, driven by greed and an unshakable thirst for progress, Voss refuses to listen. As the experiment spirals out of control, something changes within him. His body, his mind—his very existence begins to evolve. Unbeknownst to him, his actions have drawn the attention of forces far beyond human understanding. What lies ahead is no longer just scientific advancement, but a war for the very fabric of reality itself. Will Voss lead humanity to godhood, or will he be the architect of its destruction?