Anvil Detachment

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!

Norris, an ordinary man from Earth, unexpectedly transmigrates into a fantastical otherworld—a realm teeming with magic, mythical creatures, and ancient secrets. With his memories intact but his life turned upside down, Norris discovers that he must adapt quickly to survive in this new world. Coming from a lowly background and left with no other choice, Norris turns to the arcane arts and becomes a necromancer—a wielder of dark magic with the power to communicate with the dead and manipulate life and death. Determined to avoid the pitfalls of involvement and the shackles of destiny, Norris decides to observe the world without becoming deeply entangled in its affairs. He believes that by maintaining a pragmatic and detached approach, he can navigate this enigmatic land without getting drawn into its complexities. However, as he delves deeper into the otherworld, Norris begins to question whether his objective is truly attainable. Despite his efforts to remain detached, he finds himself drawn into a web of intrigue, power struggles, and moral dilemmas. The necromancer's path is fraught with challenges, and Norris's encounters with both allies and adversaries force him to confront his own beliefs and values. As he traverses the otherworld, Norris grapples with the blurred line between observation and involvement. Can he truly remain an uninvolved observer, or is his detachment merely a delusion? The more he uncovers about the otherworld's secrets and its inhabitants, the more he realizes that his presence has consequences—both for himself and for the world around him. "Necromancer Otherworld Directory" is a tale of self-discovery and the struggle to balance power with responsibility. As Norris navigates the complexities of his new existence, he must decide whether to uphold his desire for detachment or embrace the role that fate seems determined to bestow upon him. In a world where every action has ripple effects, Norris's journey will test the limits of his resolve and reveal the true nature of his destiny.

Taryn fights monsters. Lucien is one. Season 1: Forced to team up by the very council she’s made to serve, Taryn finds herself trapped with Lucien—a vampire with too many secrets and a smile that makes her blood run hot. In the midst of growing dangers, the two of them must work together to survive. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to tell where the real threat lies—outside their walls, or between them. Lucien knows better than to care. He’s spent years perfecting the art of detachment, but something about Taryn makes it impossible to stay indifferent. The fire she carries is fierce, dangerous—and every moment with her only stokes the flames higher. Bound by circumstance and haunted by shadows neither of them can outrun, Taryn and Lucien are playing a game they can’t afford to lose. The fire between them grows hotter with every step, but giving in might cost them everything. Some fires are meant to burn. Others consume. This one could destroy them both. Season 2: Framed for assassinations they didn’t commit, Taryn and Lucien are thrust into a deadly game where trust is scarce and betrayal lurks in every shadow. As the fragile peace between powerful factions begins to unravel, they must navigate a labyrinth of secrets and lies, uncovering dangerous truths about those who seek to control them. As tensions rise, their bond is tested in ways neither anticipated, and their personal struggles threaten to fracture their fragile partnership. Against the backdrop of a brewing war, new allies and enemies emerge, challenging their notions of trust and loyalty. As the season hurtles toward its climactic revelations, Taryn and Lucien must decide what they are willing to sacrifice—and who they can rely on—in a world that seeks to tear them apart. Season 3: When safety is a fleeting memory and enemies circle ever closer, Taryn, Lucien, and Kah’el find themselves bound by necessity in a secluded forest haven. As mysterious threats prowl the shadows and signs of encroaching danger multiply, the trio works to fortify their defenses while grappling with unspoken tensions and buried truths. Strange tracks near their clearing suggest a threat greater than any of them anticipated, forcing them into a delicate balance of survival and trust. For Taryn, every decision risks fracturing the fragile alliance that’s formed between them, as the boundaries of loyalty blur and their individual pasts clash with their shared present. Season 4: After months of running, fighting, and barely surviving, Taryn, Lucien, and Kah’el have found something they never expected—stability. A quiet town. A steady job. A place to rest. But peace is a fragile thing, and none of them know how to live without looking over their shoulders. Lucien thrives in the chaos of tavern life, slipping effortlessly into his role, as if he was always meant for this world. Taryn, on the other hand, struggles with the illusion of safety, waiting for the inevitable knife in the dark. And Kah’el? He watches them both, steady as ever, knowing that nothing stays easy forever. But the past doesn’t let go so easily. And no matter how well they play the part, they are still who they have always been—fighters, survivors, something sharp waiting to cut. For now, they have warmth, stolen moments, and a life they could almost believe in. But peace is just another kind of lie. And sooner or later, every lie breaks.

Alex has been in love with Damien since high school. After confessing her feelings, Damien—always the aloof and nonchalant type—agreed to marry her in a moment of youthful sarcasm, only to never bring it up again. Three years later, Alex has entered medical school at Kingston University, determined to prove herself as a capable student. But the universe has other plans. Alex is assigned to Damien as her mentor. He’s in his second year, having skipped a grade, and he's already ahead of everyone, including her. Cold, detached, and annoyingly perfect, Damien barely acknowledges Alex's presence, treating her like just another underclassman. She’s barely keeping it together in this high-pressure environment, struggling with her insecurities, and Damien’s presence only makes it harder. As they work together in cadaver labs, clinical rotations, and late-night study sessions, Alex is forced to confront her lingering feelings for him and the bitterness that’s grown between them. With every challenge and every critique, Damien chips away at her confidence. But Alex soon realizes that there’s more to Damien than the icy exterior—and it’s not just the academic pressure that’s getting to her. Their unresolved past slowly bubbles to the surface, and Alex has to decide if she can handle the emotional cost of finally confronting what’s been left unsaid for so long. Will Alex and Damien remain enemies, or will their undeniable chemistry be the spark for something more?

Expanding the synopsis to 2,000 words would turn it into a detailed introduction or prologue rather than just a summary. Below is a refined and extended version that gives more depth to the story while keeping it engaging and immersive. --- Who is Greater? A Story of Faith, Money, and Sacrifice Prologue: The Silent Question It was a cold night. The kind that seeps through your clothes and wraps itself around your bones. The sky stretched endlessly above, a canvas of stars glimmering like scattered diamonds. The moon, pale and unwavering, stood still in its place, indifferent to the world below. I sat in my courtyard, nestled in an old rocking chair, gazing at the vastness above. The silence of the night was comforting, almost deceptive, making me forget the burdens I carried. If only life could be this peaceful. But peace is a luxury. For a long time, I had believed in the goodness of life. I had worked hard, built a home, and raised my family with love and devotion. My daughter was growing into a bright young girl, and my son—my little boy—was the light of our lives. But life is unpredictable. One moment, you are standing firm, and the next, you are swept away by a storm you never saw coming. That storm came for me when my son fell ill. Chapter 1: A Father's Burden The next morning, I left for work. The streets were waking up, people rushing to their destinations, unaware of the battle I was fighting inside. An auto-rickshaw approached, and I raised my hand to stop it. It sped past without hesitation. I sighed and continued walking. The cold air wrapped around me, but I ignored it. I had bigger things to worry about. As I walked, I saw a familiar face—a long-lost friend. "Hello! Where have you been all these years?" I asked, the joy in my voice surprising even me. We exchanged warm greetings, our handshake firm and full of unspoken memories. But no matter how much we smiled, I couldn’t ignore the weight in my chest. "How is your family?" he asked, his tone soft. I hesitated. "My daughter is fine… but my son is unwell. He has been admitted to the hospital." His face darkened with concern. "That sounds serious. What will you do?" I sighed deeply. "I don’t have the money to continue his treatment. Can you help me?" For a moment, he said nothing. I could see the battle in his mind—the guilt of wanting to help but being unable to. Finally, he nodded. "I’ll try." Chapter 2: The Hospital Walls We rushed to the hospital. The halls smelled of antiseptic and quiet desperation. My mother stood near the doctor, worry lines deep on her face. "Doctor, what’s the situation?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor looked at me with practiced detachment. "Your son needs surgery immediately. You must deposit ₹2 lakh as soon as possible." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. ₹2 lakh. It might as well have been ₹2 million. "I… I don’t have that kind of money," I admitted. The doctor’s gaze didn’t waver. "Without payment, we cannot proceed." A suffocating silence followed. My friend placed a hand on my shoulder, grounding me. "We’ll find a way," he said. And so, we ran. We made countless calls, begged for help, knocked on doors. Some helped, others didn’t. Piece by piece, we collected the amount. By evening, we had ₹2 lakh. The surgery was scheduled. But this was only the beginning. Chapter 3: A Temporary Relief The hours passed like years. When the doctors finally emerged, my heart nearly stopped. "The surgery was successful," they said. Relief washed over me like a wave. My son was safe. For now. But reality wasn’t done with me yet. The next day, the doctor called me aside. "You will have to stay here for a few more days." Days turned into weeks. The bills stacked higher. My savings had already vanished, and each passing moment brought a new demand. One evening, the doctors sat me down. Their faces were unreadable. "There are additional complications," one of them said. "Your son needs

Please note that this work of fiction is not safe for work (NSFW). It contains words, scenes, and phrases not suitable for audiences below 18. Be aware. Leon was your typical guy, perceived as weak in his school because his skills hadn't awakened, even though they usually did at the coming of age. He attended the prestigious Milham's Magic Knight Academy, where snagging the top spot meant automatic entry into the esteemed position of a Magic Knight in the country. Unfortunately, Leon found himself in the lower caste, labeled the most useless student. To top it off, he was tossed into a class that served as a sanctuary for oddballs and delinquents. Yet, he couldn't care less, as becoming a Magic Knight wasn't his goal. Everything shifted when he crossed paths with Shredica, a woman hell-bent on becoming a Magic Knight at any cost. Observing Leon's lack of ambition and his apparent detachment from the academy's pursuits, Shredica saw an opportunity. She decided to exploit him as a pawn in her ascent through the academy's hierarchy. Yet, unbeknownst to Shredica, Leon was not the complacent, unremarkable figure she presumed him to be. *** Join the discord! https://discord.gg/gt4CDGkpEM

[WSA 2025 Entry] [You have inherited The Class Huntsman Of Death.] ...... Deathborne. A game that I couldn’t stop playing in my free time.  A game that hooked me to the core. A game that I was determined to finish and achieve the true happy ending by hook or crook. You might be wondering why. It's because no matter what choices I made, no matter how much I tried, it always ended with a bad ending. An ending with the protagonist winning at the cost of innumerable sacrifices and being left alone as the last surviving human. Would you enjoy a movie, novel, or game that ends with only the hero surviving? Would you like such an ending? Of course not. Neither could I. That's why I tried my hardest and kept trying. Alas, despite all my efforts, I have yet to reach the true happy good ending. That's why I kept on grinding to achieve a good ending until I got that message. [Congratulations, player Mr. Per781, for clearing all hidden conditions. You are now eligible to access the hidden route, as deemed by the game developer.]  [Do you want to proceed?]  [Yes] [No]  In the next moment, I felt my soul getting dragged by and my consciousness getting detached from the main body. Being a hardcore otaku, I knew what was going on. I almost showed a middle finger and screamed, "I will commit suicide in another world if you drag me." Just then hand emerged from the screen and pulled me into the monitor leaving the room empty which resonated with my last words. "FUCKING HELLLL!"

The air in the secluded passage crackled with a tension that was both palpable and suffocating. Arin, her back pressed against the cold stone wall, watched as Roan stalked towards her, his eyes burning with a mixture of rage and a chillingly possessiveness. It had been months since he had cast her aside, months since his words had shattered her world, yet the memory of his rejection remained as sharp as shattered glass. He had found her alone, a rare moment of solitude in the bustling citadel, and he had seized the opportunity to confront her. Jealousy, a venomous and unfamiliar serpent, coiled within him, fueled by the sight of her arrival alongside Alpha Zayan. Though he would never admit it, the unexpected image of her with anyone, talk more an Alpha gnawed at his pride, a stark reminder of his judgment. "So," he began, his voice a low, menacing growl, "the whore returns." Arin's chin lifted, her eyes flashing with a defiant fire. She refused to cower before him, to allow him the satisfaction of seeing her break. "I came with Alpha Zayan," she corrected, her voice steady, "at his invitation." Roan scoffed, his lips curling into a sneer. "An invitation," he echoed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "How convenient. I suppose you've been… entertaining him in exchange for his protection?" He stepped closer, his imposing figure casting a long, intimidating shadow over her. "You always were good at selling yourself, weren’t you? First me, then whoever else was willing to take you." He watched her, his eyes filled with a cruel satisfaction, as if he expected her to crumble beneath his insults. He wanted to see her break, to see her reduced to the trembling, humiliated woman he had left behind. But Arin had changed. The pain of his rejection had forged a resilience within her, a strength she never knew she possessed. She had learned to value her own worth, to define herself outside of his judgment. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her lips, a smile that held no warmth, only a chillingly detached amusement. "I would rather be a whore in a cheap bar," she said, her voice laced with a quiet contempt, "than be your whore, King Roan." His eyes widened, a flicker of surprise momentarily breaking through his mask of arrogance. He had expected tears, pleas, perhaps even a desperate attempt to defend her honor. He had not expected defiance.

Born during the chaos of COVID-19, Ada Wolf has spent her life pretending to be normal, emotionally detached and disconnected from the world around her. But when a building collapses almost killing her, she discovers that she is a harbinger of the Being-a god-, and the world is on the brink of transformation. As monstrous creatures ravage the earth and society collapses, Ada embarks on a journey to find her best friend, only to realize that the world’s destruction and recreation is more than just unstable—it’s an unraveling of everything she's known her entire life, the people let their masks rip off and pressure begins to mount as survival becomes the priority.

“Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me. I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast and I couldn’t help but wonder what would have caused such an explosion. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” I cursed. That’s when I saw him. Liam. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. Why the hell did he always have to be everywhere? He was already annoying enough. Ugh. I held back an eye roll. I tried my best to get up again but it was completely useless. I had sprained my ankle and there was no one around to help me…except him of course. Even if I wanted to yell for help, I’m sure the students left would be running towards the exit by now. So I didn’t have a choice but to ask him for help…apparently my only other option was dying and I couldn’t afford that. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. God. He really was an asshole. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached and heavy with sarcasm. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together. Or have you forgotten the girl who was paired up with you in chemistry today…and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. I had been holding it in for too long. It was high time I let it out. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head, four eyes. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just a cover, Alex Bronson.” I drawled. “So if you know what’s good for you, stop questioning me like a fool and help me dammit.” ~~~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 23-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn't make it and assumes she's going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a side character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she's there and try to return to her old world. On her quest for answers she realizes she has to play her part as Theadora in this world which however lands her in a lot of problems.

He will always find her. In every life he will find her. He will love her. He will be her doom. This is their curse. Seri was a smalltown girl. She had a good life, loving supportive parents and friends, a bright future as an artist ahead of her. Her world abruptly changes when she meets a handsome stranger at a bar. His presence threatens to tear her heart apart as she learns the truth about herself. Her lineage. Her past. and their curse. When sudden disappearance shake her town and someone close to her disappears, Seri's world shatters. A war is brewing between Heaven and Earth, mortals and immortals. It will be the final war. Seri will embark on a journey that threatens to unravel the secrets hidden long ago. these secrets will force her to make a choice, one that could tip the scales deciding the fate of the world. This book is a bit of a slow burn but when it picks up the steam will satisfy the wait. Exerts from the book: *BANG* My ears were ringing, it suddenly got so much colder. Hard to breathe. Next to me mother shrieks in horror looking at my stomach. There’s blood. It was leaking from me. Pain slammed into me, felt like I was hit with a thousand knives. It was so agonizing I tried to brace myself back against the railing. Hard to breathe. I could feel the warmth of my blood dripping from my mouth. Looking down and a dark red color drenched me. Mother on her knees wailing uncontrollably. Detaching my clipped life vest to look at my hole. Blood now smeared my vision as I tried to wipe the red from my eyes. Screams and footsteps echoed loudly in my ears. Then suddenly I’m falling. “Hey now, hey now, fainting at the sight of me are you?” His sensual voice slipped in my ears like smooth milk chocolate. the taste of iron consumed my mouth, hot blood flooded me when I tried to laugh. It hurt. Oh god why did it hurt so bad. Tears drifted down my cheeks the salt leaving a trail of it’s path behind it. “You’re gonna be okay, I promise.” “You found me.” a smile creeped up my face. “I’ll always find you.” The ship began to lift into the air and people began to fall. I blink and then I’m falling. With one breath in I hit the ice cold water. Paralyzed. I couldn’t move. The screams and cries of woman and children pounded with water. Slipping. I was slipping under the violent thrashing waves. The air being sucked from my lungs. I try to open to breathe only got water to rush in instead. I was drowning. I was going to die. Gasping for air only to swallow more water. The water was like liquid ice touching my skin, but my lungs burned. A scream burst from my mouth only to be drowned by the water that came in after. I sank deeper and deeper.* *I saw his eyes flash a glowing white before he closed them and started kissing me again. This time it was gentler and softer than before. He tasted like warm honey biscuits. He was passionate and relaxed with his movement. I didn’t stop him. No, instead, I let him claim my lips. I run my hands though his hair pulling his face closer to mine. He rests his body on me, his weight heavy against my smaller frame, pressing me into the bed. The pressure of his body weight made me want to spread my legs and when I did a fire sparked inside me, my core was a blaze. My intimate area felt wet and hot like lava, and it was like everything around me melted away and I was lost in this kiss. This single moment in my life was undoing me. He pulled my head up sliding his arm underneath my neck to keep his body lifted slightly as he ran his fingers up my side. My body jolted; my hips instinctively lifted upwards, pushing against him. I could feel him harden between my legs and an unfamiliar ache stirred inside me, I moaned into his mouth. I could feel my body burning up again. I was getting dizzy, and I started to sweat. Or was that steam coming from us? Stars began dancing in my vision. Then a darkness swallowed me, and I was lost.* discord for this book is: https://discord.gg/Wx3RS62W

In a world where strength defines a hero, Seko Ikara stands on the thin line between recognition and ridicule. As a member of Eclipsed Guardians, a small, often-dismissed hero group, he and his team are seen as failures—punchlines in the grand spectacle of heroism. Their missions rarely end in glory, and the public, ever eager for perfection, has written them off as weak. Labeled as weak, mocked for failures beyond his control, Seko refuses to acknowledge the scorn of the world. To him, the opinions of mortals are nothing more than noise. His team’s losses do not define them—only the grand design he sees, the purpose he alone seems to understand. Yet, beneath his godlike detachment lies a heart that cares deeply. He does not express it through words or visible vulnerability, but through action. In battle, he does not hesitate to stand between his allies and danger, shielding them without ever asking for thanks. His kindness is cold, distant—like that of a deity watching over their people, offering aid without expecting gratitude.

Born into a humble farming family in the remote Crescent Valley, Zhen Tianxu was destined for an unremarkable life—until fate handed him a relic that would alter the course of generations. At the tender age of six, Tianxu discovered the **Rejuvenation Sutra**, an ancient and enigmatic cultivation technique dismissed as worthless by all who knew of it. Yet, driven by an unyielding will and quiet determination, Tianxu dedicated his life to mastering this mysterious art. While his siblings rose to prominence as martial prodigies, protecting the family from external threats, Tianxu remained an enigma—obsessively cultivating in solitude, seemingly detached from the world. Shunned by the village and misunderstood by even his loved ones, he persisted, pushing his body and soul to their limits. Decades passed, then centuries, and Tianxu's tireless efforts bore fruit beyond anyone's imagination. The Rejuvenation Sutra granted him not only unparalleled strength but also an unnaturally long lifespan, allowing him to witness his family’s rise from humble farmers to the most powerful martial clan in the world. Yet, while his name remained hidden, his influence shaped the Zhen family’s destiny. In a world ruled by power, ambition, and intrigue, Tianxu’s reputation grew as a mysterious and invincible protector, his face unknown to all but his family. As rival clans and empires sought to uncover the source of the Zhen family's strength, Tianxu's isolation became both his greatest weapon and his deepest burden. **"Eternal Cultivation: The Immortal Within the Shadows"** is a tale of relentless perseverance, unbreakable familial bonds, and the quiet ascension of a man who achieves immortality—not through glory or conquest, but through unwavering dedication. Spanning generations and delving into the lives of his descendants, this epic slow-burn cultivation novel explores the boundless potential of the human spirit and the mysteries of an endless journey.

you know. Some people drift through life, neither lost nor found-just moving, existing.Kal is one of them. Caught between a past that lingers and a future he doesn’t bother reaching for, he navigates his days with a quiet detachment, his words sharp, his actions deliberate. But life has a way of forcing reflection, whether he welcomes it or not. Beneath the weight of unspoken truths, strained relationships, and the cold familiarity of routine, something stirs-a question, an echo, a choice waiting to be made. Not everyone changes. Not everyone wants to. But sometimes, the night is quieter than the day, and in that silence, a person can hear themselves more clearly than ever before. Alot could happen to a person within a year.

What happens when someone is thrust into a world far removed from the life they knew? In most stories, a person transported to a new era would quickly adapt, striving to survive, thrive, and make the most of their circumstances. They would chase ambition, form bonds, and seek meaning in a world full of challenges. But what if the person at the center of it all is indifferent to such desires? Orin, detached from life and emotion, isn’t like the heroes of other tales. Her journey begins not with the burning drive to succeed or the need for survival, but with a quiet apathy. In a world brimming with power, manipulation, and danger, Orin must confront the deepest question of all: What happens when you have nothing to fight for?

In a modern world where the collapse of societal structures has birthed a brutal, survival-of-the-fittest culture, one man stands apart—a lone warrior molded by tragedy and relentless training. Darius Kane, trained since childhood by his enigmatic martial arts master uncle, is a man defined by his calm ruthlessness and single-minded determination. With scarce resources and a city in decay, violence is the currency of power, and every alleyway hides danger. Haunted by betrayal, driven by revenge, and yearning for redemption, Darius fights not only to survive but to find meaning in a world that has lost its soul. As hand-to-hand combat and knife fights become the norm and guns are a rarity, his exceptional skills and detached persona mark him as both a hero and a harbinger of a darker destiny. Through a slow, introspective journey—a hero’s path laden with tragedy and moral quandaries—Darius Kane will challenge the very foundations of a corrupted society and confront the demons of his past in a quest for inner transformation. In this tale of urban mystery, relentless thriller, and unexpected romance, loyalty is scarce, trust is a luxury, and every confrontation might be the last. Prepare to step into a world where survival demands sacrifice, and redemption is never easily earned.

Humanity had come far but humans were further ahead, wielding power and strength. People with the strength to crush mountains with their bare hands and tear the sky asunder by just sighing. All this was made possible by Xeron crystals. In a world where emotional detachment intertwines with profound grief, Jack Dixon navigates life's hardships after the loss of both parents. Driven by a thirst for strength and control, Jack purchases a Xeron crystal in hopes of changing his fate. Yet an unforeseen and agonizing affliction threatens to extinguish his life. Facing imminent mortality, Jack embarks on a desperate journey against time. His quest takes a perilous turn as he delves into the dead realm his parents once navigated, seeking clues for vengeance while cautiously navigating the fringes of an interplanetary war. Amidst the looming specter of death, Jack's odyssey is fraught with uncertainty... and death. *** Death Rules Everything Around Me.

The God Who Loved a Mortal – Synopsis For centuries, Eryx, the God of the Stars, has watched over the mortal world with quiet detachment. Bound by divine law, he is forbidden from interfering in human lives—especially when it comes to matters of love. But one fateful night, he hears the desperate wish of a dying scholar. Orien Hale has spent his short life writing stories of the gods, dreaming of leaving something behind before his failing body gives out. With time slipping through his fingers, he makes a final prayer beneath the stars: just one more year. Against all reason, Eryx grants his wish. A single year, stolen from eternity itself. But what starts as an act of pity soon becomes something far more dangerous. As Eryx steps into the mortal world to witness Orien’s borrowed days, he finds himself drawn into a love that defies fate itself. But love between a god and a mortal is forbidden. When the heavens discover Eryx’s crime, they send enforcers to reclaim what was never meant to be. To protect Orien, Eryx must make an impossible choice—remain a god and let Orien die… or fall from the stars and live as a mortal, no matter the cost. As time runs out and divine forces close in, can love rewrite destiny? Or will the heavens tear them apart before their story can truly begin? A tale of love, sacrifice, and the fight against fate—"The God Who Loved a Mortal" is a romantic fantasy about defying the stars for the one who makes life worth living.

Laline De Guzman, a 25-year-old internal auditor with a keen eye for detail, has navigated life without the complication of romance. Focused on her career and personal growth, she's never had a boyfriend and has resigned herself to a life of solitude in matters of the heart. Though content, she occasionally wonders about the experience of being in a relationship and what it might be like to have someone special in her life. Manu Mishra, a 27-year-old chief technical officer, is coming off a painful breakup. Jaded and disillusioned, Manu has vowed to keep things superficial and entertaining with any new woman in his life. His heart is closed off, and he views relationships as mere playthings, promising himself not to get emotionally involved again. Their paths cross in the digital realm when Manu sends a message to Laline on a dating app. Intrigued by his playful and carefree attitude, Laline decides to embark on an online relationship with him. She wants to experience what it feels like to be in a relationship, even if it’s just a virtual experiment. Manu, on the other hand, sees Laline as a source of entertainment and a distraction from his emotional scars. As their virtual relationship unfolds, Laline immerses herself in the thrill of new romantic interactions, while Manu remains detached, enjoying the novelty of their exchanges. However, as time goes on, Laline begins to feel that Manu’s playful demeanor is more than she bargained for. The lighthearted interactions that once seemed exciting now start to feel superficial and unfulfilling. When Laline decides she’s had enough and tries to distance herself from Manu, the reality of her feelings hits him hard. He’s confronted with a stark realization: he’s fallen deeply in love with Laline, despite his initial intentions. His playful facade starts to crumble, revealing a genuine, vulnerable side that he had buried under layers of emotional defense. The sudden shift leaves their relationship in turmoil. Laline is torn between her desire for a meaningful connection and her frustration with the superficial nature of their interactions. Manu, now fully aware of his true feelings, faces the challenge of proving his sincerity and winning back Laline’s trust. Pixels of the Heart is a roller-coaster romance that explores the complexities of modern relationships in the digital age. It delves into themes of love, self-discovery, and the struggle between authenticity and pretense. As Laline and Manu navigate the highs and lows of their emotional journey, they must confront their deepest fears and desires, ultimately deciding if they are willing to take the risk for a chance at true love.

In the depths of Tobaballe, Nin Urtuan is working as hard as he can to rise up. But with so much competition, it seems like only luck will get you a better life. One day, in a seemingly unfortunate turn of events where he runs into the voluptuous and mysterious Spire-Lord, Iishar Ho. Taking Nin with her, she shows him a secret within the Crown, a means to get ahead. The path of least resistance is so enamouring.  Setting out for the shores of the Molten Sea, at the base of the holy Anvil-Peak Mountain, Nin loses himself in the wonder of it. Behind his back, another deal unfolds, luck not for him, but for those high above in the Crown. A slaver of an unknown, spine-quilled race shoots him unconscious. The slaver loads him up, ready to ship Nin and so many others off to Jherikra.  A land of towering mountains, emerald winds, arcane beauty and monstrous horror! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No rewrites going on right now. (Multi-PoV, 1st Person) For reference: (If a chapter is marked with a ---- before Base, Incline or Peak, it means it is being edited throughout the day.)

Ash Mercier has always been good at understanding people what they want, what they fear, what makes them tick. It’s not magic. Just observation, pattern recognition, a skill sharpened over years of watching the world with cold, detached clarity. He thought he had life figured out. Until one night, something shifts. It starts small. A street that feels too quiet. A flickering light that shouldn’t matter. A strange feeling he can’t shake. Coincidence. Imagination. That’s what he tells himself. But the moments keep piling up. The city around him feels… wrong. The people, the places things he’s known his whole life suddenly feel unfamiliar, like a script he’s no longer following. Ash has spent his life reading people apart, staying in control, always one step ahead. But now, for the first time, he’s starting to wonder has he ever truly been in control at all?

Detached from reality and haunted by the ghosts of the Great War, Major Thomas England is offered the chance to end another Great War before it starts. But is this chance his only hope at salvation or will it lead to his damnation?

The Mask Never Slips In a world where morality is blurred, Shiva navigates the dark underbelly of crime while concealing the unbearable weight of his own existence. Emotionally detached yet deeply wounded, he wears a mask of indifference, suppressing a lifetime of trauma that manifests as relentless physical pain. He is a master manipulator, a deceiver, and a survivor—yet, at his core, he is a man consumed by self-disgust. Despite his hatred for himself, three fragile reasons tether him to life: his love for a girl who barely acknowledges him, his unwavering loyalty to the abusive family that broke him, and the little brother he raised to be everything he could never become. If even one of these reasons crumbles, so will he. As he maneuvers through the chaos of the crime world—both a participant and an outsider—Shiva finds himself drawn into a series of brutal conflicts, each forcing him to confront the contradictions within him. He claims to have no desire to kill, yet death follows in his shadow. He yearns to be understood, yet has perfected the art of deception. He wants to feel something—anything—but every emotion is buried beneath years of carefully constructed lies. When the past he’s tried so hard to bury resurfaces, Shiva’s carefully maintained facade begins to crack. Someone close to him is starting to see through the act. And as the weight of his suffering becomes impossible to contain, he is left with one question: Can he keep holding on, or is the mask he wears the only thing keeping him alive?

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..

The World Changed Overnight, Without warning, portals from other realms tore through the sky, opening gateways to nightmarish creatures that threatened to wipe out humanity. Cities burned. Nations crumbled. The monstrous invaders—ranging from grotesque goblins to towering beasts—massacred everything in their path. Amidst the chaos, a new force emerged: The Awakened—humans who mysteriously gained supernatural abilities in response to the invasion. Light burst from their bodies, fire ignited in their palms, water coiled into deadly spears, winds howled at their command, shadows shifted with their will. These resemble as Fire, Water, Earth, Wind, Light, and Darkness—became humanity’s last hope against extinction. Kai Jin. A cold, intelligent high school student from Korea, Kai had long abandoned the idea of relying on others. Orphaned at a young age, he grew up alone in a modest apartment, surviving through sheer will and independence. His past trauma left him emotionally closed off, but beneath his calm, detached exterior, a fire burned—a refusal to ever be powerless again. Then, the portals opened, and his world turned upside down. The night was eerily silent. Kai sat in his dimly lit apartment, eyes locked on his laptop screen. The news was flooded with reports of strange anomalies appearing across the globe—massive gates hovering in the sky, creatures emerging from their depths. Some called it a phenomenon. Others called it the end of the world. Then— Scratch. Scratch. A faint noise echoed from the hallway outside his door. Kai frowned. His neighborhood was quiet at night—too quiet for random footsteps. Then— BAM! The apartment door slammed open. A goblin. Small, grotesque, with sickly green skin, jagged teeth, and glowing red eyes. It sniffed the air, its sharp claws twitching in anticipation. Kai’s breath hitched. His mind raced. He had no weapons. No powers. Nothing but his instincts. Move. Now. The goblin lunged. Kai grabbed the closest thing within reach—a wooden chair—and swung it with all his strength.The impact sent the creature stumbling backward, snarling in rage. His heart pounded. His hands trembled, but he forced himself to stay steady. He couldn’t afford to freeze. He had to kill it. Spotting a kitchen knife on the counter, he dove for it—just as the goblin recovered and charged again. At the last second, he twisted his body, dodging its claws, and in one swift motion— STAB! The knife sank into the goblin’s skull. It shrieked, its body convulsing violently before collapsing lifelessly to the floor. Kai stood there, panting. His clothes were splattered with dark, sticky blood. The room reeked of iron and death. Then— Ding! A floating, translucent system window appeared before his eyes. [Awakening Process Complete.] [Congratulations!] [You have awakened.] Kai’s eyes widened. His nightmare had just begun.

Kael Ardyn never believed in fate. Living a quiet life in the sprawling city of Azorith, he never cared about the myths of old gods, demons, or celestial wars. He had always been different—too detached, too cold, too indifferent to everything and everyone. Nothing ever sparked his interest, and emotions felt like distant memories. But then, something changed. One Morning, a stranger appeared at his doorstep with an admission letter to a school he never applied to—Velmorian Academy. His mother, thrilled beyond reason, urged him to accept the offer, but Kael sensed something was wrong. The invitation felt too deliberate, too unnatural. And yet, he went. That was his first mistake. Velmorian Academy was nothing like he expected. It was no ordinary school—it was a sanctuary of magic, hidden from mortal eyes, training warriors to fight against demons that had long escaped the depths of Hell. But Kael wasn’t interested in their wars. He had no desire to awaken his powers, no drive to fight, and certainly no intention of being anyone’s hero. Until they threatened his mother. When dark forces target the only person he has ever cared about, Kael is forced to make a choice—embrace the power buried deep within him or watch the world burn. But what he doesn’t know is that he is no ordinary student. Within him lies the soul of an ancient god—Drakarios Valtheron, the Nine-Tailed Dragon Lord. A being so powerful that even Lucifer himself swore a blood oath to destroy him if he ever returned. Now, Kael must uncover the truth of his past, awaken the power within him, and prepare for the battle of a lifetime. Because the demons that lurk in the shadows aren’t just hunting him. They’ve been waiting for him. And this time, they will stop at nothing to claim what was once theirs—the Dragon Orb. But there’s just one problem… Kael still doesn’t give a damn about saving the world. Until the world gives him a reason to.

When the Aldridge family’s company is struggling for bankruptcy, Luna Aldridge unknowingly signs a contract marriage to Killian Blackwell, the ruthless CEO who broke her heart five years ago; she vows to keep things professional. Killian, now cold and emotionally detached, needs a perfect wife for one year to secure his dying grandfather’s inheritance. He didn’t expect the woman he once pushed away to be the only one who could thaw his frozen heart. Luna only agreed to the deal for the $5 million payout—enough to save her family from bankruptcy. But as she re-enters Killian’s world of luxury, secrets, and betrayals, she realizes he never truly let her go. A one-year contract. A past full of pain. A passion that never died. When old flames reignite, and hidden enemies surface, will their second chance at love survive… or will the contract be the only thing keeping them together?

A young orphan boy, raised in a run-down blacksmith shop, spends his days hammering away at horseshoes and other mundane tasks. Despite his humble beginnings and the harsh realities of his life, he dreams of something greater. Determined to escape the life of poverty that has bound him, he makes a vow to himself: he will forge the greatest weapons the world has ever seen. With nothing but his raw talent, a relentless drive to improve, and an unwavering desire for success, the boy sets out on a journey of self-discovery, honing his craft and building the skills necessary to create weapons of unparalleled quality and power. Along the way, he will face numerous challenges, form powerful alliances, and confront the shadows of his past, all while striving to carve a name for himself as the greatest weaponsmith of all time.

[There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content, minors are not allowed to read!!!] Silas suddenly found himself in a strange parallel world. The teacher, a woman with a calm, almost detached demeanor, entered the room. "Alright, class," she announced, her voice devoid of any particular inflection. "Let's begin today's module on reciprocal somatic awareness." Not only is sex nothing special and very mundane, it is even a mandatory topic at school!

Haruto Kisaragi has never been one for attachments. Detached and indifferent, he drifts through high school without purpose, believing that nothing truly matters in the long run. To him, life is a series of predictable routines, and emotions are just unnecessary distractions. Then he meets Yuki Hanashiro. Yuki is his complete opposite—bright, impulsive, and full of life. She refuses to leave him alone, pulling him into ridiculous adventures, from chasing the first snowfall to sending letters to their future selves. No matter how much he tries to keep his distance, her warmth begins to crack the walls he’s built around himself. But Yuki has a secret. Her time is limited. As the seasons change, Haruto finds himself caught between the fear of losing her and the overwhelming need to hold onto what they have. Together, they create memories that will last a lifetime—memories that will remind him that even fleeting moments can be eternal. Because sometimes, even if spring must end, it doesn’t mean the story has to.