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The entire planet was dragged into a mysterious space known as the "Civilization Trial," with various apocalyptic trials following one after another. The crisis began with a parasitic threat, parasitic monsters silently replacing humans, and no one knew whether their relatives, friends, or comrades-in-arms had been masquerading as monsters. As everyone was steeped in deep fear, Shen Hao stared blankly at something extra that appeared before him. [Civilization Trial Cheats Collection] Begin with a mandatory draw of a Red Mythical Talent, friend-or-foe marking map, loot box probability adjustment, points acquisition multiplied by a hundred... Monster: "Run! This civilization is cheating!!!"

its henti tentical story man that oonly perverted legends only for the "adults" this is one of my fantasy there are really gory fed up shit in here mc is heavily influence by monster instincts he gets to see some of his wifue he is overpowered in a way here is the small part **Holy moly, is this real? Am I in a fantasy world?** I glanced down at my new form—a writhing mass of dark, glistening tentacles. They sprouted from a central core, each one adorned with small, bioluminescent spots that pulsed with a faint blue light. My body felt powerful yet alien, with a tough, leathery texture and an almost liquid flexibility. I could sense the ability to mutate and change coursing through me. I was god… well, technically, this body was. But who cares? I was moping over my mundane, unsuccessful life, making my eighth fountain, feeling sleepy and dizzy from lack of nutrition. Everybody bullied me, but now I get a second chance. Is this a wonderful dream? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Does this make me a reincarnator, a transmigrator, or just a delusional dreamer? Whatever it is, I won’t waste a single second trying to comprehend this. I’ll enjoy fulfilling all my fantasies, even if I am or look like a villain. Those bastards who judged me were all well-off in life and wanted to control me.** I’m sure there will be some here too. Yeah, in history, there have been worse people who committed genocides. I’m just seeking pleasure. Why do I feel like a sick bastard, similar to those psycho criminals? No, this is a wonderful dream. I’ll enjoy it, I won’t even make friends if it’s a short span. Even if I’m in a coma, I might die early because of my bitchy stepmom. Okay, back to whatever this is. I took in my surroundings. The place looked like a cross between a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls covered in intricate carvings surrounded me. Magic circles glowed faintly on the floor, and an altar stood in the center, covered in runes and mystical symbols. Slave cages lined the walls, their iron bars rusting but still sturdy. The downside is that a guy before me, a legend, tried to seduce well f* up a saint possessed by a goddess and paid dearly for it. That god cursed this body. He kind of sacrificed himself to the system because he was doing whatever he wanted. So, I can’t fool around because this body is dying and will be reported by a saint. The former host tried to make another body fail-safe, but his soul was dying because of the curse. This body can’t live long, will be hunted, and I can’t control it. Is that it, system? ['Yes.'] [There is a recording by the former host. Would you like to hear it?] --- warning this is a porno not for faint heart there is really disturbing and cruel things in here all characters in here are imagination this is no fanfic or has any link to other stories and all character are above 18 even if they say they are not in any way because they are mature enough to be in the legal age such as vampire elves could look like 16 year old but they are 1000 etc the cover art is not mine if want to remove it contact me

[Warning: This novel can get brutal and has some some R18 scenes which you will be warned of at the beginnings of the chapters] ....... What is existence? It is divided into two Spaces. The Mortis, where one can find Worlds. The Immortis, where one can find Realms. Both divided by a boundary that keeps the two separate. However, as vast as this world is, only a single individual's story is relevant. A man who rose from the depths of a dark society in the Mortis and ended up being a symbol power, prosperity and fear in the Immortis. Revered and respect by experts of all realms of power. He was granted a title to acknowledge him as a powerful expert. A King. However, there’s a saying in the Immortis. ‘Like the Mobius of Birth, one’s life always comes back around with all the vile darkness one thinks they’ve left behind.’ The man who had become a King, lost everything to a cycle that came to bite him in the back. Betrayal. Everything that he built. The wife he loved. The children he raised. All of it was lost. He returned to square one. Back to the Mortis, where he began. Join him on his journey to ascend again. His fury is not abated. He wishes to tear down his enemies for they did. The traitors for their betrayal. Will he rise alone? Will he follow the same path as the last time? Will he overpower his enemies? Find out in the story of a dark King. The King of.... ......... "You are rage." As he said so, he slashed down with the sword, his arms not quite able to bring down the sword in a perfect slash. However, it was a slash nonetheless. It was clumsy, but it was fine. The young man raised his arms and grasped his sword above his head again. "You are pain," he said as he slashed down with a better steadiness that made his slash look a bit more elegant. The look in his eyes turned colder as the evening breeze brushed past him. Before him was not the sea or the moon or the stars. There was the face of his enemies as they dared to bring to ruin all that he had built. "You are fear," he said as he brought down his sword again, its rusting blade showing nothing of the magnificence a sword should bear. What was the True Way of the Sword? It was to cause bloodshed. It was to cause pain. It was to cause sorrow. It was to tear away families from their fathers, husbands, children, mothers. Every weapon was forged to cut down a life. Whether it was to protect or not. A life would be taken by the silver blade as it slashed down. The bulky man in the forge, hammering away at the heated metal would seek to make a sword stronger and sharpen it afterwards so it wouldn't fail to behead a foe. A sword's purpose and instinct was to kill. "You are torment!" The young man slashed again with all his might, his slash being a silver light could be seen as it was lit in the night. "You are war!" He lowered his stance as he felt the sword slice through the air seamlessly. "You are madness!" The sword blew a bit of the sand on the shore as he swung down. "You are destruction!" he said as he slashed. 'I will walk this path again. It has worked for me before and it will continue to work now,' he thought. He slashed again. 'None shall remain standing when I return to the Realms above.' ........... Cover is not mine....credit to artist..

Haunted by the ghosts of a troubled past and trapped in a silent war with their own mind, Alex lives in the shadows of their inner world. Days blur in solitude until they meet Emma, whose quiet understanding stirs something Alex thought was long buried—a yearning for connection. As they navigate late-night conversations steeped in secrets and unspoken fears, Alex feels the pull of a dark abyss, tempered only by a fragile thread of faith. But in a world of fleeting ties and fractured memories, Alex must confront the question that haunts them: can they truly escape the darkness, or are they destined to remain bound within it?

In a world ravaged by a brutal zombie apocalypse, the gates of Hell have burst open, unleashing unspeakable horrors such as zombies and Zombie Deities called Monarchs. Hardened warriors known as Berserkers, guided by divine Maidens from the Paladins, wander the earth to battle its twisted Monarchs—mutated zombie overlords ruling over the chaos. Victory promises salvation, but failure means eternal damnation. Ryzen, an 18-year-old barely surviving by scavenging and fighting the undead with nothing more than a rusted steel pipe, dreams of being assigned a Maiden—his key to becoming a true Berserker. When his time finally comes, he’s given a Maiden… but not one of the divine guides he envisioned. Instead, his Maiden from hell itself, and she Is a zombie—a beautifully reanimated corpse with a mind of its own. Now, partnered with this mysterious Zombie Maiden—half ally, half monster—Ryzen must navigate the bloody apocalypse and face the nightmarish Monarchs. With no proper training and a currency system based on paper clips, he’s woefully unprepared. But the deeper he descends into Earth and Hell, the more he discovers that his Zombie Maiden holds dark secrets that could either save him—or condemn them both to oblivion. In a world where the dead walk, and Hell itself is bleeding into reality, Ryzen must become the hero no one ever expected—or die trying.

# GALACTIC # WILDIMAGINATION Shen Shi obtained a trading platform that was based 3000 years in the future. Everything from the current age became antiques there and was worth a lot of money. However, he also discovered that the world would be invaded by aliens three years from now. Mankind would fall and the dark Galactic Era would thus begin. The world would then undergo enormous changes that it had never experienced in the past tens of thousands of years. Shocked by what would transpire, Shen Shi decided that he would first trade for a galactic warship. As such, a warship from outer space landed on Earth, stirring up terror among all mankind. The Earth entered the Galactic Era earlier than expected.

In a frozen, post-apocalyptic world where power is everything, young Alex must navigate the dangerous streets of the Rust Quarter, a crumbling settlement where survival hinges on scavenging and trade. Alongside his adoptive sister Elara, he scrapes by in a world dominated by old-world technology and mysterious energy manipulation—an ability few can master, but one that holds immense potential. Unknown to everyone, Alex harbors a powerful secret: an AI embedded in his very soul. With the AI’s help, Alex begins to uncover fragments of lost knowledge, relics of a time long before the collapse. As he pieces together the mysteries of the past, he is drawn into a dangerous game—one where knowledge, energy, and survival are all tightly intertwined. With secrets hiding in every shadow and power held only by the elite, Alex must tread carefully. What he discovers could change everything, but it might also bring more danger than he ever imagined. #Post-apocalyptic#Survival#Sci-fi#Energy manipulation#Reincarnation#AI companion#Advanced technology#Dystopia#Scavenging#Self-sustaining technology#Power generation#Tech-enhanced protagonist#Sibling bond#Wasteland exploration#Old-world tech#Crafting and innovation#Underground economy#Secret abilities.

In a mist-shrouded city where danger lurks in every shadow, Varis, a street-smart outcast, awakens a dark power that may hold the key to his escape from the street toward unparalleled strength. With an unlikely alliance and a rusted black katana, he ventures into the treacherous Mist, seeking a chance at redemption, only to uncover a world of magic, monsters, and destiny. Will Varis rise from the streets to become a legend, or will the Mist claim him as its own? Author's Note: Dear readers, I want to thank you for joining me on Varis' journey. As we delve into the world of Varis and his adventures, I'd like to offer a little insight into the structure of this series. While there may be steamy scenes on the horizon, I believe in laying a solid foundation for the story and its characters. Building a rich, immersive world and allowing our protagonist to grow and evolve will be the focus initially. So, while patience may be required, I promise that as the story progresses, it will offer a satisfying blend of action, intrigue, and intimacy. Stick around, and I hope you enjoy the ride!

Cover is "Lunette". Next in line is SILVER, "THE WOMAN", KORVAC, (OXXANA) NARAE, or WILDKYR'ZON, she has appeared before in the cover, BRIANNELL and SLAYÇĘR are not easy to create i keep trying though. Check the work of - EasyFun - in PixAI, he made one of the future Covers and a few Creatures. Search for - Saito Tesshu - in the same plataform too, he create a picture that was literally the live image of Thyfall. (Now in the Characters section!) IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A CERTAIN CHARACTER IN THE COVER, LEAVE A COMMENT. Arriving to The New Existence, is not even the start in the unparallel journey to "Absolution". Follow the DISTINCT CHARACTERS across their adventures and troubles on a REALITY they "ARE" and "NOT" familiar with: First four Archs are Introductory to concepts employing different points of view, The story sets up its tempo until Arch five onwards. (I RECOMMEND TO READ UNTIL THE SIX TO EIGHT ARCH, OTHERWISE YOU ARE GOING TO MISS A LOT OF INFORMATION) Pick your favorite Character and support them on the Fandom Feature!: BVERXKKA Marshack "The Absolute Apex": Born to be the Epitome of his Species, The Hûrngöth, labeled the strongest and more powerful Entity on his previous Existence, search the weaklings and hybrids of his species to exterminate them, due to them being the responsibles of the Destruction of Hûlfhednär, his Homeworld, and a trillion of his peers (Real Trillion has eighteen Zeros!). SHLÕVTHY Zergirion "The Playboy" - The Best Mate of his Species the Königh, hates with madness the majority of other Königh that are less evolved, he is driven by vengeance, occulting this truth behind a smiling and playful facade. VIUKANE Newller "The Charmer" - The second best integrant of his Species the Gärmshïer, for him is abhorrent to take the credit for what others do, and is extremely ruthless when others steal what belongs to him, above everything, his achievements. KORVAC Idris "The Athlete" - A young man from a different variation of the iterations of Humanity (Terranean) that belongs to another Existence, he is extremely Pragmatic and Paranoid, which makes him doubt his own beliefs and question everything, as he doesn't feel any grievance for the brutal murder of his fiancee before being send to The New Existence. The Daily Chapter always is published at 20:00 Local Hour every day. Additional Chapters on Sundays, I am going to pile them up in the week. Steamy encouters (Probably) on weekly basis, Starting from chapter 69 Onwards!. (Full intercourse Shlõvthy / Maiden Rodgers) (Future Full intercourse Viukane/Oxxana - Dallas/? - Häränn/? - Silver/? - Swallöwęįne/?) ("S"caling "M"utual "U"nderstanding and "T"rust bonding to build a solid relationship henceforth Thyfall/Korvac - Slayçęr/? - Briannell/? - Bverxkka/?) 50 Power Stones = Additional Chapter. Golden Ticket = Additional Chapter. I am really busy, i publish the next chapters as soon as i finish to cook them. (If you want to know a bit more about some characters, you can read the Prequel - SOMETIMES THE UNKNOWN IT'S BETTER THAN THE ALTERNATIVE) MATURE CONTENT - SMUT - R18 BDMS - BONDAGE - ROLEPLAY ACTION - GORE (Depending on situation) HAREM (Some) NTR (Technically) YURI (Depending on characters behavior and tendencies) ADVENTURE - HARSH (For some) - DARK (As the story unfolds) - COMEDY (Occasionally) ROMANCE (Driven by different mentalities, cultural disparities or traditions) MULTIPLE LEADS (No real MC, if you want one, then, is BVERXKKA if it weren't for him no one else could have a chance in the unforgiven REALITY everyone is surviving) NO CHEATS (No one has something "Unique", everyone can reach "Absolution") NO PLOT ARMOR (If they look like they are going to die, think about it twice, what they can or can't do, the answers are already there)

These dark figures creep at me from every corner. The voice, that only can hear. That same voice one day made me lose my mind. That same voice made me a murderer. Su: " It will use me until I rust" Yong: "God is just hypnotic data, the more you think about it the more doppelganger it will be.

75 years ago. That was when the world came to a close end. Portals filled the atmosphere, from them rust dust showered the earth. Causing what is known as the Age of Rusting......

"The best writer you say? Pathetic! Let me show you the true power of a real writer. " Her eyes glowed red as she narrated, "Bella Rust lifted her eyes to the heavens and saw a ball of fire coming at her. She can't move nor can she run." Bella felt her head forcefully falling back, with her eyes gazing at the ceiling. She sees a ball of fire appearing above, getting bigger and bigger. She screamed out in fear, calling out for help. But no one had the guts to face DARK TALE. A smirk crept across Dark's face, as she proceeded, "This will mark the end of her... Story. " **************** A dark force has been terrorizing whoever that calls themselves a writer. Dark Tale, the true embodiment of nightmare, attacks a writers ceremony, attacking the winner of the program. Her plan is interrupted by the presence of a young man named MATTHEW, who saves a lady from Dark's destruction, causing her to flee away, but not forever. *What is her reason for this hatred towards writers? *Why does she want to wipe anyone that calls themselves a writer? *How did she become the monster she is? Find out in DARK TALE: A Villain Is Born.

With a start, Ron's eyes flickered open to the harsh glow of a flickering light bulb dangling from the ceiling of his newfound 'suite'—a charming prison cell complete with rusted bars and a distinct lack of room service. His mind, still groggy from what should have been a delightful lunch break, now buzzed with questions more perplexing than the mystery meat in yesterday's sandwich.

This book is a new look on Heaven, Hell and Death. Ashlin is an archangel in Heaven's army yet when she is kidnapped by Layton (King of Hell) she gain a taste of the other side. The once pure soul was no longer able to look at Heaven as simply........... Perfect. Join her on a of love, laughter, attitude and pain. Allow me to carry you on a journey where you'll forget what has been taught and embrace what lies ahead. Preview Sleep refused to stay as the movement of chains met my ears, the air around me became still slowly suffocating me. Coughing, my eyes open to be met with electrifying green orbs, I quickly reached for my sword to find it missing. Looking up at the taller man he held my sword in his grasp. The silver blade that once held a shine was now bronze with rust. "I see the big man still doesn't want me to touch heavenly things" he dropped the sword to the floor. "Who are you, vile creature?" My voice held poison. "You don't recognize me?" I raised an eyebrow. "Well you aren't Jesus so no" he let out a dark chuckle. "I didn't know he made angels with sarcasm now" I struggle to get up from the bed as chains were wrapped around my body. "over time you learn to insult people by being polite. Just look in the mirror your whole existence is an insult to me" he near my bed side a physcopathic smile on his face. "It seems your father knows how to pick them. Fiesty, warrior and untouched? Mhmm he sure knows how to pick them" he ran a finger across my chest. The cloth burns away at his touch leaving a line exposing my breast. Narrowing my eyes at him, I try to extend my wings but stayed in their place. "Are you done yet?" "Master was right. No shame at all, he'll surely enjoy you, little angel, my name's Cleus, but you can just call me Death" with a wink a black circle appeared. Cleus walked through, the chains rattled and turned before I was also going through the black circle. Chains, it was never an accessory we hand the pleasure of wearing but humans did wether it was mental or physical they wore it. Some with their head held high others allowed it to drag them down. For me, it was uncomfortable and it would be much appreciated if they didn't exist at all. We soon entered Hell, the kingdom of damned souls, who enjoyed sins to the fullest in the mortal world, now here they are for eternity, maybe theyll learn to enjoy the torture as much as they once enjoyed sins. We enter a room that smelt of death and desperation.  It looked like one of the jail cells on earth, Cleus pushed me in and closed the gate. My face comforted the floor with it's warmth, as the chains tighten around my body. Coughing a scream left my lips, bones felt broken and I felt forsaken what have I done to meet this misfortune. I soon lost consciousness.

In a land of blood and rust, a girl with no memory of her past awakens to horrible nightmares beyond her imagination that only she can see. Whimsical creatures straight out of a twisted fairy tale relentlessly stalk her, each calling the name 'Alice'. With no idea of what is transpiring, the young girl must battle to survive. In a world with no hope, the girl must struggle in a nightmare that she may never wake from. -------------------------------------- Hello! Thanks for checking out my novel! This story will be a dark and twisted take on Alice in Wonderland. I hope to make this story about how a innocent girl gains the strength to survive in a twisted world filled with death and nightmares. How will she come out in the end of it all? My Goal is around 5 chapters a day or so. Maybe more if i can but we shall see. Till Then enjoy! :)

A completely normal man finds a rusted sword in the river and accidentally trips causing the sword to pierce his heart, killing him. "Congratulations! I, the greatest sword immortal of the universe, have chosen you as my successor. Your world inspired me to make this inheritance before I perished in secluded cultivation. Take this System and complete my Dao!" [Integration process completed. Sword Immortal System will now help the host complete his Dao of Sword.] ——————————— Give it a chance, you will be surprised in the early 30-35 chapters; I am trying to write a unique system novel, the difference begins at chapter 30 forward. Enjoy.

"Sold?" I repeat. “You are selling me? To whom?" Alpha’s eyes instantly darken. I have broken the rules of our society by questioning him. But how can I not? How can he expect me to stand there and say nothing? Did he really expect me to accept my fate without any push back? I brace myself for a blow for my subordinance. Instead, Alpha watches me with a sparkle of malice in his eye. I realize in an instance there is more to the story. He has more news for me. The matter of me being sold is just the tip of the iceberg. "They do not have a pack name,” he says finally. My heart starts to beat wildly. It hammers in my chest, threatening to break my ribs. This can only mean one thing. "A rogue?” I stammer, light-headed with breathlessness. “You have sold me to a rogue?"

Love loves to make things complicated.And when this complication arise, how will you simplify it?

Standing before the old unkempt building felt surreal. It was the only thing left in his name in this city. He remembered how his deceased father's best friend had kept him here within locked doors, comfortable furniture and making him delicious food all the while his father's side of the family together with some of his mother's side dismantled and divided the wealth into their own pockets. Julio couldn't help but think of their soft words and gentle manner that lasted until the very end. Even when they had stripped him of all, leaving him and his mother with a single three store building, a common car of the year and 10.000 reais on the bank accaunt. They discribed the goods and smiled at him. "In respect to your deceased father's last wish, you were left with a commoner's life. As your uncle I suggest you accept it with a meek lowered head. And keep on quietly living off the old building's rent. After all, a lot of people wished they could have kept their heads to do the same." The middle aged men's smile was gentle like that of a priest, his spilled words went through the air as weighless soft cottons. But it made julio's eighteen year old neck go cold and he became paralysed with fear. He bowed. Curving his back deeply he thanked this uncle of his with. Signed the documents offered and went quiet for time enough to slip away from the city unbothered. Remembering the feelings of that time julio released a nostalgic sigh. He was twenty- seven years old now. He had nine whole years to make sense of how that happened and learn how to get back at them. He grinned as the blue collar worker broke the rusted lock on the gate of the building.  He simply offered the man a handshake and slipped a hundred reais bill on the man's palm. Seeing that surprised gaze, he felt good. After all, he promised himself that his words would be softer and his manner much lighter than theirs had been back then. He chuckled out loud. "Being worse than them suits me well"

A cool breeze swept through the desolate lot as  Prerna kanade and her co-worker, Richa, walked to the singular car in view. Leaving behind the slow-burning-hell of One Stop Shop, the sole discount store in their quaint town of California, a western U.S. state, stretches from the Mexican border. As the girls stopped in front of Richa's rusted old 2006 , Prerna leaned her shoulder into her friend. "Have a good night, Rich," Prerna said, hugging her gingerly. Richa smushed her lips into a thin line while pulling back a strand of tightly braided hair escaping the otherwise neat bun sitting atop her head. Her beautiful mahogany skin glowed in the moonlight as she placed her hands on Prerna's shoulders. "I know you'll shoot me down like you always do, but will you please just let me give you a ride? Yes, I'm aware that it's five blocks, which may not seem like much, but you never know what creeps are out there. And I really don't mind." Prerna laughed, her eyes averting Richa's. She shook her shoulders free of her friend's loose grip. Prerna hated cars. They always seemed too dangerous. Too fast. Too out of control. She'd entertained the idea of becoming a regularly licensed person at the age of sixteen; however, after an accident a day into her driver's education course she realized it would be safer to walk or take public transit. She appreciated the offers for rides, but she preferred being on her feet.

The rust within souls: doubt, heartbroken, fear, mysterious, strong emotions like regret, anger, anxiety, etc. Their is also ones who are recorded in this book that loves the comfort of the darkness, and those who are happy; and fight the monsters in the darkness. (Poetry Form Book.)

This story is about Angel Woods with her best friend Alex Rust embarking a journey to save the world from a powerful dragon. Though They can't do it alone so they meet helpful friends along the way, solving puzzles, Fighting off those who work with the Dragon, and more. Come and join the hero's on their journey to see if they succeed or if they fail in the end, in this adventure of a book.

The world is overpopulated, rusted, and rundown, and while the current world order, the Pendulum Knights, try to suppress the crime rates, new criminal groups known as "cliques" are obtaining military weapons known as Conduits and pushing the tensions to their breaking point. In Valzeir, the dilapidated "city of dreams", a sheepish trainee designated as Melt wants to join the Pendulum Knights, but after a close encounter involuntarily gets recruited by a group of mass murderers called the Diamond Clique.

Apparently inkstone doesn’t like my drawings sad... I’ve changed the storyline a bit so this is a bit inaccurate.also there may be inconsistent updates since my mood changes from psychopathic, eh, just plain madness and along the lines of that. Storm Wanderers that was what the inhabitants called it since the name was long lost in the centuries it wandered the vast wasteland forgotten by its inhabitants. The Storm Wanderers are created to house humanity’s high ranking officials and civilians from the rust storm. This story follows one of the Wanderers called the Gigant 42.

The Kingdom of Alnora, was lead by 7 great [Rulers], and peace reigned through the vast lands of the great Empire. But every empire eventually falls into ruins and Alnora met the same fate. After 1300 years of Alnora's decline, the 7 [Rulers] are back and they decide that they'll bring peace and prosperity back to the now rotten land. But among them is a black sheep, and that's our protagonist, blessed with almost no abilities and a rusted sword, and fated with beautiful ladies around him he wants to do something to make his life worthwhile. How will his story turn out to be? The Legend of False Hero begins. Cover by instockee ( https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/3728272 ) and edited by me.

"The sun today will be the judge of you men, burning you and your sins, as the wind will sweep away the ashes of you fools. We witches pray to mother nature and she shall save us, as our souls are pure gold unable to rust". A witch spoke these words on the day she died. centuries later a hidden tale is unraveled in the 21st century in the town of mount Giest. what secrets will be discovered and who is lying whilst who is telling the truth. A love story between a boy and a witch as they learn to bond and heal each other wounds growing together. release date: Always Tuesday and sometimes Friday, because just like everyone else l have my own other hobbies P.s this is my first book and by all means critic my work but please tell me what l need to work on so l actually can improve rather than simply saying it's shit. Anyways enjoy the story, it's inspired by a lot of anime references and other web novels, mainly the image that is used as the cover gave inspiration for the entire story. I'm also over at the website https://www.royalroad.com/home if you wanna read my story over there. Any comments or reviews are always greatly appreciated. note: l do not own any copyrights over the cover image l used

*ADULT CONTENT* The little girl gasped for air while clutching at the rough hands firmly gripped around her neck. The unpleasant grin, the same panting and grunting of an unknown man. Paralyzed by the pain, she laid motionless on the mattress. A room that smelled of bleach, sweat and rust made her feel sick. She would throw up occasionally in between their violent thrusts, but they never stopped until they were satisfied. To numb the pain, she would shut her eyes, cover her ears and remember the time when she held her mother's hand as they walked to school. On the way, they would stop by a field of blooming hydrangeas. Remembering the nostalgic feeling of being wrapped in the warmth of her mother's arms and the familiar scent of hydrangeas.

IN AN APOCALYPTIC WORLD WHERE EVEN SAND CAN EAT YOU, OUR BRAVE HERO JOHNN- I mean, Edward, Johnny is the other guy, anyway, our brav-actually no he's not brave... not even a hero he's just a bitch... ok let's start over. Uhm uhm In an apocalyptic world, where even sand can eat you, in a small town we can find a little guy that eats random carcasses, will he survive? probably not, but just in case, what road will he take? will he rescue the princess, or rape her? maybe even enslave her, will he save the legendary kingdom or conquer it and make a touristic place out of it for shit and jiggles? this and more in RUUUST ABOOMINATIOOOON!™ ____________________________________________ Ok, let's stop with the bullshittery and start with the true synopsis, we're in a post apocalyptic world, most technology is lost, (you'll know how if you continue reading... eventually), the planet has no name for it was lost during the various wars, more or less you can be whatever you want, male, female, lakitu, pick your poison, and you can fuck whatever you want, you know, people can't judge if you have super powers that can obliterate half planet, that's what happened, some sicko that likes to fuck cacti becomes god? well, let's extend that LGBTQ+ list once more i guess. Apart from that, I don't wanna ruin the fun, so, for more lore, keep reading :)

Nevada is a gun-for-hire in a post apocalyptic world. Without meaning to, she finds herself working for a rich man wanting her to find shards of a large object that could change the fate of the world as they know it.