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The One Who Writes Existence

Author, God or Plaything? Zar had just finished writing the prologue of his magnum opus—The Nexus Verse—a boundless verse of multiverses, godlike beings, and an elite academy meant to shape the strongest entities in existence. Years of meticulous world-building, complex power systems, and lore so deep it could drown a god… and yet, it was all just fiction. Until it wasn’t. On the night of his 22nd birthday, reality shattered. What should’ve been a normal cake-cutting moment turned into an out-of-body experience, and when he opened his eyes… He was no longer home. He was inside the Nexus Verse. But there was a problem. He had only written the prologue. Everything beyond that? Just scattered ideas, half-baked concepts, and power systems even he didn’t fully understand. Now, trapped in a reality of his own making, Zar finds himself at the heart of a multiversal storm. His once "brilliant" designs have become his worst nightmare. There aren’t just a few multiverses—there are over 9,000, each teeming with civilizations that could rewrite existence, warlords who make gods look like insects, and cosmic horrors that even he forgot to balance. And at the very center of it all? The Nexus Academy—his ultimate creation. The elite training ground for beings who defy logic, where students can level entire galaxies before lunch. Zar is now a participant in its entrance exam. Armed with fragmented memories of his own lore, a system that seems just as unreliable as his writing skills, and the horrifying realization that he might have made this world way too overpowered, Zar has only one goal: Survive. Because in a world where gods are mere stepping stones, where the strongest beings follow laws he barely remembers writing, and where his own creations may see him as a threat... Being the Author might not mean he’s the one in control. And then, amidst the chaos, a voice—ancient, boundless, and filled with unfathomable power—echoes in his mind. [At long last… I have found you… Welcome, my sole wielder.] Zar’s blood runs cold. What the hell did he create? --- ALERT! The main story begins in Volume 2. Discord link - https://discord.gg/2sM5QrxBtS And you know someone was asking for Mass release (•↓•), So A new Rule. 100 Power stone= 1 Extra chapter. Additional tags #Gods #Devil #Ancient beings #Creators #Monarchs
MOXRAZ · 22.1K Views

Divine Convenience Store

Lin Mo, an ordinary salaryman from Earth, finds himself inexplicably transported to the ethereal Realm of Nine Heavens after dying from a traffic accident. His new, and utterly bizarre, occupation? Running the Divine Convenience Store; a celestial store catering to the needs of immortals, cultivators, and mortals alike. Excerpts from Customer Reviews: Yu Qingyan – Emissary of the Verdant Sky Pavilion "I never thought I’d find myself browsing a convenience store like a mortal, but here I am. The Spicy Taihao Noodles lured me but it's the Heavenly Dew Soda that made stay—it’s like drinking liquid enlightenment. Five stars!" --- Zhou Rui – Crimson Vale Sect Disciple "Highly recommended! All of their products are divine and the Shopkeeper saved my life! now it's my life's goal to spread the word of the store! --- Liu Xiaoyu – Store Assistant (and Self-Proclaimed Prodigy) "Working here is like being in the heart of a divine revolution! Every day, I get to introduce customers to life-changing products. And the best part? I get first dibs on everything. Boss Lin might be a sly merchant, but he knows how to run a store. 10/10 would recommend!" --- Luhan – Former Poison Demon Cult Spy (Now Loyal Customer) "I was sent to spy on the store, but I ended up becoming a regular. The Frosty Lotus Brew is the only thing that calms my nerves after a long day of… well, you know!" --- Wei Xian – City Lord of Fanling "The Divine Convenience Store has transformed our city. Our guards are stronger, our cultivators are more confident, and even the mortals are thriving. The store’s influence is undeniable. If you haven’t visited yet, you’re missing out. A true gem in our region!" --- Taihao – Head of the Divine Pantheon (and Proud Backer) "I brought the concept of a convenience store to the cultivation world, but Lin Mo has taken it to a whole new level. The store is a testament to what happens when divine ingenuity meets mortal creativity. I couldn’t be prouder. Now, if only he’d stock more of my Spicy Noodles…"
Dyrem · 244.4K Views

THE CHOOSEN ONES

In the glittering, snake-infested court of Ignis, where power was a double-edged sword and loyalty a rare gem, Selanthia Amaris Nyxveil stood as a legend cloaked in infamy. Known by many names—*The Hound of the Emperor*, **The Cursed Sword*, **The Witch of Nyxveil*, and *The Abandoned One*—she was a weapon forged by duty and sharpened by betrayal. For forty long years, she served as the Emperor’s blade, cutting down threats to the throne with ruthless precision. Yet, behind the cold steel and the icy gaze, Selanthia harbored no love for the crown or the vipers who surrounded it. She was a woman bound by fate, not choice. At 48, weary of the endless machinations of the court, Selanthia chose to retire. With no family to call her own, she left behind the gilded cage of Ignis for the simplicity of the countryside. Her dreams were modest: to bake sweet treats, tend to chickens, lose herself in books she’d never had time to read, and find solace in the quiet rhythm of church prayers. A peaceful, ordinary life—a stark contrast to the blood-stained path she had walked for decades. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Just 28 hours into her newfound tranquility, Selanthia’s life was brutally cut short. Poisoned and attacked in the dead of night, she breathed her last beneath a cold, uncaring sky. Her final thoughts were not of vengeance or regret for the life she had led, but of the life she had never known. She wished for love, for a kind and handsome partner, for children whose laughter might have filled the void in her heart. She wished she had never taken up the sword, that she might have written a different ending to her tale. Yet, death was not the end. Selanthia awoke not in the afterlife but in a world both familiar and strange. Perched high in a cherry blossom tree, she was greeted by the voice of Rina, her long-dead confidante. Now, thrust into a bewildering new reality, Selanthia must unravel the threads of this strange second chance. Is this a cruel jest of the gods, a dream spun from her dying regrets, or something far more sinister? And why, of all people, THAT MAN—who disappeared without a word— is acting all weird? As the petals of the cherry blossoms fall around her, Selanthia finds herself caught in a web of mystery, romance, and perhaps, redemption. But in this enchanted new life, where nothing is as it seems, can she unravel the twist of life brought forward by THAT MAN? Or will the shadows of her past rise to claim her once more?
Erlyyy · 7.7K Views

Automated-Enlightenment.

[Warning: You’re about to meet the laziest, dumbest, most annoying MC ever. If yelling at idiots brings you joy, or if watching someone waste insane opportunities is your idea of fun—this is your story.] "Automation isn’t enough of a cheat? Fine, guess I’ll automate CHEATING too," says Lu Sheng, a man so lazy he makes procrastination look like a martial art. Scammed in Hell and roped into working for the Hell Guardians, Lu Sheng’s only talent is avoiding work. Luckily, he somehow scored an Automated System that does all the fighting, thinking, and surviving for him. Now he can sit back, relax, and… oh, wait. Turns out even Hell can’t handle his laziness. From accidentally defeating bosses while taking naps to pissing off demons just by existing, Lu Sheng’s "efforts" bring chaos everywhere he goes. Will his half-baked plans backfire spectacularly, or will the universe just throw its hands up and let him win out of pure exhaustion? This is a story about a guy who cheats at cheating, somehow survives Hell, and makes you want to scream at him every step of the way. -------------------- #ACTION #ADVENTURE #SYSTEM #WEAKTOSTRONG #CULTIVATION #OVERPOWERED #TRANSMIGRATION #ISEKAI #KINGDOMBUILDING #XIANXIA Sorry, guys, no smut, no harem, no romance, no slice of life, no power of friendship. I would like to Thanks my Top 10 Fans - 1. @Aoki_kun, 2. @TheDNAlien, 3. @Philis213, @Shirokiyami, @Spare_4117, @Gideon_Salvatore, @Copper_Gaze, @77starblade, @Scyanicat and @John1c. Cover art AI generated.
WoodenPaw · 1M Views

Reincarnated as a Walking Cheat Code, but the System is a Troll

Jaden Rook, a 22-year-old gaming addict and master of min-maxing RPGs, dies in a ridiculous accident involving a vending machine and a runaway truck. Instead of heading to the afterlife, he gets isekai’d into Arcadia, a fantasy world with magic, monsters, and kingdoms at war. Excited to finally live out his power fantasy, Jaden is given a customizable system that lets him break reality. The catch? The system is a sarcastic, trolling AI that nerfs him for fun, gives him humiliating challenges, and forces him into absurd scenarios before unlocking his true power. SNEAK PEAK: I didn’t expect to die today. But as I lay on the cold pavement, crushed between a vending machine and an outofcontrol delivery truck, I had only one thought: This is the dumbest way to die. A moment ago, I had just been trying to shake loose a stuck soda. Then, BAM! Instant roadkill. As my vision faded, the last thing I saw was the smug grin of the vending machine, as if mocking me. When I opened my eyes, I was no longer on the pavement. Instead, I floated in a pristine, glowing void. Before me hovered an old man with a white beard, a golden toga, and the same deadpan expression as a DMV worker. “Oh, great,” I muttered. “I’m dead, aren’t I?” “Yes,” the old man said, stroking his beard. “And you have been chosen for reincarnation in another world.” My eyes widened. “Wait. Hold up. Are you telling me… I’m getting isekai’d? Like in the anime?” The old man nodded. “Indeed. You have been selected to wield a powerful system, one that will grant you abilities beyond mortal comprehension.” I fistpumped. “Hell yeah! Overpowered skills, here I come!” The old man coughed. “Yes, well… about that.” I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean, about that?” “You see, we have too many reincarnators lately. We can’t just be handing out godtier powers like candy anymore.” I folded my arms. “Okay, so what are we talking? A slightly nerfed cheat? A balanced growth system?” The old man looked away. “You’ll… figure it out.” My stomach dropped. “Oh, hell no. You’re about to scam me, aren’t you?” “I would never!” the old man said, voice dripping with totally believable innocence. “Now, off you go!”
ViscorCLone235 · 4.2K Views

Ingin Selalu Bersamamu

Pria bersetelan formal menjeda langkah, memandang isi kamar putranya. Berantakan. "Tidak biasanya kamar kamu seperti ini, apa yang terjadi sampai hati mengobrak-abrik barang-barang?" tanyanya. Rakha menoleh sendu ke ambang pintu dengan perasaan hancur berkeping." "Papa sudah pulang," Rakha menggumam pelan. Miko melangkahi bantal tergeletak di sisi pintu, memindahkan gulungan selimut ke tempat tidur dan banyak lagi kegiatan dilakukannya membereskan kamar. "Belajarlah menjadi lelaki dewasa. Jangan melampiaskan emosi ke benda-benda di sekitar, ini mencerminkan sikap kekanak-kanakan," tegur Miko. "Papa tidak tahu alasan aku marah," lirih Rakha. Selesai merapikan isi kamar, Miko duduk di sofa. "Kemari. Ada sesuatu penting ingin Papa bicarakan," ucap Miko sungguh-sungguh. Rakha menolak bangkit. "Prihal bisnis lagi? Aku tidak semangat diskusi lain kali saja membahasnya." "Bukan. Ini tentang perjodohanmu dengan putri teman Papa," jelas Miko. "Hatiku sedang patah tidak sebaiknya Papa menghibur aku dengan gurauan atau lelucon, bukan menambah beban pikiranku dengan memberitahu aku hendak dijodohkan," miris Rakha. Miko merogoh saku jas kantornya, beranjak mendekat dan menyodorkan sebuah foto kehadapan Rakha. "Perhatikan baik-baik. Dia yang akan menjadi istrimu," kata Miko. Rakha mengambil foto tersebut, menatap datar gambar perempuan berwajah anggun yang tengah tersenyum lembut. "Armala satu-satunya putri tunggal Adinata dan Farah. Kamu dan dia sama-sama anak pertama bedanya kamu memiliki adik. Armala tidak. Kalian dijodohkan tanpa sepengetahuan Mama dan adikmu agar pernikahan kalian berjalan lancar tanpa hambatan," terang Miko. "Papa tidak ada bedanya dengan Mama dan Luna, mengatur aku sesuka hati," sedih Rakha. "Berhenti protes. Terima pilihan Papa. Jika Aqeela mencintai kamu mana mungkin dia meninggalkanmu untuk Fattah. Jika Aqeela tulus mencintai, seratus lelaki yang datang menawarkan cinta sudah pasti ditolak demi menjaga perasaanmu. Tetapi kenyataannya Aqeela tidak menolak Fattah," sambung Miko. "Dari mana Papa tahu Aqeela mengkhianati Aku? Apa mungkin dibalik kandasnya percintaanku ada campur tangan—" "Menuduh Papa?" sela Miko. "Aku tidak menuduh hanya saja terasa janggal di saat hubunganku dan Aqeela rusak, Papa mengungkapkan perjodohan ini seperti jauh hari sudah direncakanan tapi kalau Papa tidak terlibat dalam hal ini dari mana Papa mengetahui semuanya?" terheran Rakha. "Dimas memberitahu segalanya," jawab Miko. Rakha merosotkan bahu, usaha menyembunyikan masalah dari Papa berakhir percuma karena Dimas suka rela membocorkannya. "Selama ini kamu memberikan yang terbaik kepada Aqeela, tidak perlu menyesal ditinggal pergi. Tidak ada gunanya meratapi kepergian cinta. kamu pantas hidup bahagia, membuka lembaran baru dengan Armala," lanjut Miko. Rakha mengusap air mata, mengangguk siap menjalani kehidupan baru bersama Armala.
Penabiru · 8.6K Views

Transmigrating To The 1960s:My space, My soldier

Xu Yinyin's last memory was the blaring sound of her phone alarm. She had been working late into the night, drowning in financial reports and endless deadlines. A single moment of dizziness, a sharp pain in her chest, and then… darkness. When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in her modern high-rise apartment but in a **tiny, dimly lit room** that smells of damp straw and mildew. The air is thin and cold, and her body feels incredibly weak, as if she hasn't eaten in days. Her gaze lands on the cracked ceiling, the wooden beams above her looking fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment. Her body aches, and when she moves her hands, she feels her own **bony fingers**—thin, fragile, with calluses that don’t belong to her. Her throat is dry. Her stomach twists in hunger. **"Where… am I?"** She struggles to sit up, only to feel sharp pain radiating from her limbs. Her wrists are marked with old scars, faint traces of bruises scattered across her arms. The shabby quilt covering her is thin, barely providing warmth. A sense of unease grips her. Then, memories **flood** her mind. Her name is no longer Xu Yinyin. She is now **Su Wan**, a nineteen-year-old orphan in a poverty-stricken village in 1960s China. Her parents passed away early, leaving her at the mercy of her uncle’s family. Instead of caring for her, they treated her as an unwanted burden—a servant who worked from dawn to dusk with barely enough food to survive. Just yesterday, the original Su Wan had collapsed from exhaustion while carrying heavy buckets of water from the river. No one helped her. No one cared. She had been left in this tiny storage room to either wake up or die. The realization makes her shudder. Before she can process more, a cold, mechanical voice **echoes in her mind.** **[Host detected. Survival Space System initializing.]** A translucent blue screen appears before her. ### **Inventory:** ✔ **Fresh vegetables, rice, and flour** ✔ **Bottled clean water** ✔ **A first-aid kit with modern medicine** ✔ **Basic survival tools like a knife and matches** Su Wan's eyes widen. **"A cheat system?!"** She instinctively selects a loaf of bread. The next moment, a **warm, soft bun appears in her hand.** The scent of freshly baked bread fills the air. Her stomach growls. With trembling hands, she **takes a bite**—the fluffy warmth melting on her tongue, sending an almost overwhelming sensation of relief through her starved body. Warmth spreads through her, chasing away the biting cold. Her eyes flicker with determination. **"I have a second chance. I won’t let anyone trample on me again!! "
Ruthie_bee2 · 1.3K Views
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