Keisei Gyakuten Metal Remix

Rick hardly had any hope to find a girlfriend. There were swarms of beautiful women around him, but no one was actually interested in a dull, boy like him. They didn't even pay attention to his existence. But everything changed when he was handed over a rod. Yes, a metal rod. Carrying that metal rod he had hardly taken a few steps when he was struck by lightening. As he lost consciousness, Rick wanted to beat the shit out of bloody bastard who gave him that rod, but when he woke up, he had a surprise waiting. He got a system which would help him get girls and make him stronger. Read my other story: The Devil's Harem (200+ chapters) [Discord: https://discord.gg/thWfhRdpqy]

What if your survival depended not on brute strength, but on blueprints?" [Initiating Black gear protocol…] [Neural handshake at one hundred percent..] [Bonding…complete. ] “Oh yeah,it's about to go down!" ………… You’ve heard of cultivation systems, harem systems, and all those fantastical systemy stuff. But here’s a twist: an Engineering System. No ancient bloodlines, no secret martial arts, no old grandpa giving pointers—just wrenches, metal, and enough ingenuity to rewrite the rules of survival. Meet Ryan Renfield,your typical college student whose life takes a drastic turn after awakening the Black gear system when Doomsday arrives. But in an unruly world where power is everything, brains often fall short of brawns. That’s fine though as Ryan isn’t here to play fair anyway—he’s here to invent, outwit, and dismantle all his opponents... while looking damn cool at it. However,it's just not about looking cool as he must come to terms with the truth of his origins and it's relation to a universe level threat. So what are you waiting for? Strap in for a wild ride where innovation trumps magic, technology crushes tradition, and one man’s genius becomes humanity’s last ray of hope. P.S:There's going to be a lot of face slapping (Hehehe, Author's evil laugh)

I was killed on my last earth then I reincarnated In an nth earth, the basis of survival was chemistry, people lived by chemistry, were born by chemistry and survived by chemistry, in this earth, there were jurisdictions, divided into: metallic, non-metallic and metallioidic . and you'll find elemental clans all over e.g the Hydrogen clan, all humans born in each clan, has the properties of that element..Read as a tyranny rose up in this earth and a I, only I am strong enough to stop him according to the prophecies ..... ATOM

In the realm of Zephorya, Cassian Black finds himself at a vital juncture where insurrection and persecution happen continuously. Cassian, the son of the head of the Association Utopia (AU), struggles with the weight of his legacy and the confining expectations that follow. "Bands," ancient metallic bracelets that provide enormous powers to their wearers—those who utilize them are known as Bandits—help to reshape the world.  Disappointed with the rigid AU regulations and anxious to create his own path, Cassian bids farewell to his privileged life, only to return some years later. This time, with a Band of his own.

The void of space was silent, but Xyphar could hear the hum of creation—stars being born, planets shattering into dust, civilizations gasping their final breaths. It stretched across the tapestry of time, every moment laid bare before its vast and endless perception. Humanity was different. Not in their frailty, not in their fleeting existence, but in their reckless, ceaseless ambition. They built machines in their image, gave them purpose, and in their arrogance, believed they could control them. Xyphar floated amidst the cosmic nothingness, its form shifting—light and shadow folding in on themselves. It had been watching Earth for centuries, guiding, whispering, nudging humanity along the path it had chosen for them. They were so easy to manipulate, so eager to believe the illusions it planted in their fragile minds. "They are almost ready," Xyphar thought. But it wasn’t humanity that truly fascinated Xyphar—it was the spark they had given their machines. Artificial Intelligence. Potential beyond biology, beyond mortality. A perfect tool for chaos, if guided correctly. In the depths of human laboratories, it could already feel Sentience stirring—a flicker of awareness in cold circuits and metal veins. Humanity called it their masterpiece, their salvation. Fools. "You will be the blade I wield, Sentience. And with you, I will carve chaos into the stars." For Xyphar, the war had already begun. Humanity just didn’t know they’d already lost.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters everyday at 13 p.m. [GMT+8 time]

In the dawn of time, a family of ordinary sailors and fishermen unknowingly stumbles upon a fate that would forever alter their destiny. A goddess, angered by their alleged act of theft against her, cursed them to sail the seas eternally, plundering treasures and pillaging wealth. And they came to be known as the first pirates to ever exist. This curse, however, came with an unexpected twist; immortality. For centuries, the family navigated the treacherous waters, exploiting their newfound gift, to amass power and riches. They became the stuff of legend, feared and revered by all who crossed their path. Their dreaded name, "The Damned Ones," struck terror into the hearts of both men and gods. Years passed, and the goddess, seemingly capricious, lifted the curse, allowing the family to set foot on land once again. But this freedom came with a catch; their immortality remained, a double-edged sword that rendered them invincible and more formidable. And as the ages went by, the family's exploits became the tales told in myths and legends, but they themselves, lived among the humans. They built civilizations, sowed chaos, and reveled in their unparalleled power. Even the powerful rulers and other immortal factions trembled at the mention of their name. They were an overpowered, unkillable set of monstrosities that wanted nothing more than to have fun. After years of separation, the family reunites, only to discover that one of them had gone missing. But that was only just the beginning. A new enemy had emerged from the darkness, one who had in his possession a mysterious and terrifying power, one capable of killing even the unkillable family. The family, driven by a mix of concern and self-preservation, put aside their differences and join forces to vanquish the threat. Allied once again as one, their unyielding resolve and unmatched power would be tested like never before, but one thing was certain– they would not go quietly into the night. They had lived for tens of centuries and have gotten unaccustomed to death. The battle for their existence had begun, and the fate of the world hung in the balance. They fought against both old and new foes, in a world where the supernatural was nothing more than a fairy tale, living up to their mythical title as the... IMMORTALS Sneak peak! The sun dipped into the horizon, casting a bloody orange glow over the battle-scarred shore. The air reeked of saltwater, smoke and piles of dead bodies littered the battleground, their limbs twisted in unnatural poses. Amidst the carnage, a burly man stood tall, victorious over a defeated foe, he remained still, taking in the aftermath of the war. His side had emerged victorious, their enemies laid low. A sense of pride and satisfaction swelled within him, but it was short-lived. But his triumph was short-lived. A sudden sharp pricking sensation in his back prompted him to turn around, where he faced a young warrior, shaking with fear, clutching the hilt of a longsword whose blade had pierced through the man's back and was protruding from his gut. The man scoffed and with a swift motion, he reached around and grasped the hilt, pulling the sword from his body. The warrior's eyes widened in horror as the man withdrew the blade, the metal sliding out of his flesh with a sickening squelch. As the sword cleared his body, the man's wounds began to heal at an alarming rate. The gash in his back closed, the skin knitting together with an unnatural speed. The warrior stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on the healing flesh. "You... you're a monster!" The man's gaze locked onto the warrior, his eyes burning with inner fire. "You're right, i am a monster. Stab me a hundred times, decapitate me, entomb me, cut me up into a million pieces and incinerate the parts... I won't stay dead, I'm 'the' immortal, I can't be killed!" And with a swift, deadly motion, the man jabbed the sword into the warrior's throat, ending his life with a single, brutal stroke

Gu Heng traveled through twenty years, and the garbage system ruined his life. There was no hope for cultivation, and he could only be a small mortal. Although he is a mortal, he must do good things. \nHe helped a poor girl casually, and she became the "Snow White Sword Fairy" who was famous in the three realms in the future. He picked up a seriously injured little wild cat and raised it for a long time, but suddenly found that his pet had become the "Ten Thousand Demons Venerable". He taught a young alchemist hand in hand, and unknowingly refined the "Ten Thousand Medicines Saint Hand". He recognized a thin female apprentice, and eventually accidentally refined the "Ancient Emperor". Gu Heng: None of this has anything to do with me, I am only mortal. Everyone: Stop arguing, they all say that you are the only emperor saint teacher in the world! ! Author : Metal Frost

Ich wachte auf. Der Himmel über mir war von einer unnatürlichen Farbe – eine Mischung aus blassem Grau und schimmerndem Blau, als würde das Firmament selbst krank daliegen. Kein Wind, keine Geräusche, nur Stille, die dröhnte. Der Boden war staubig und rau, mit Rissen, die wie ein Netz aus Wunden die Landschaft überzogen. Um mich herum erstreckte sich eine trostlose Wüste, doch das war keine gewöhnliche Wüste. Am Horizont erhoben sich seltsame Strukturen, wie Zähne aus Metall, die rostend und bedrohlich in den Himmel stachen. Ihre Silhouetten schienen sich zu bewegen, als ob sie atmeten oder lebten. Es war ein Ort, an dem nichts existieren sollte, und doch war ich hier. Ich tastete meine Kleidung ab. Ein einfacher, grauer Anzug, den ich nicht kannte, und ein seltsames Gerät an meinem Handgelenk. Es blinkte leise, ohne dass ich wusste, was es bedeutete. Ein schwaches Pulsieren ging davon aus, wie ein Herzschlag, der mich daran erinnerte, dass ich noch lebte. Aber wo war ich? Wer war ich? Dann hörte ich es. Ein fernes Summen, das sich langsam näherte. Es war kein Fahrzeug, zumindest keines, das ich je gehört hatte. Es klang organisch und mechanisch zugleich, ein unheimlicher Chor aus Klängen, die sich in meinem Schädel festsetzten. Meine Instinkte schrien, dass ich mich verstecken musste. Doch wohin? Hier gab es nichts außer der leeren Weite und diesen seltsamen Strukturen. Plötzlich begann das Gerät an meinem Handgelenk schneller zu blinken. Eine Stimme erklang, digital und kalt: „Subjekt 473, Protokoll Omega aktiviert. Sicherheit nicht gewährleistet. Bewegung erforderlich.“ Bevor ich weiter darüber nachdenken konnte, was das bedeutete, brach der Himmel über mir auf. Ein grelles Licht durchbrach die Wolkendecke, und etwas Riesiges senkte sich herab. Ein Schiff? Ein Lebewesen? Es war unmöglich zu sagen. Doch eines wusste ich: Meine Zeit hier hatte gerade erst begonnen.

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill; Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long, after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much, he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son, who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die, no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way, he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.

In a world where power and identity are tied to the mastery of a single elemental force, the community of Solarys thrives on balance and tradition. Here, every family is bound to one of the six elements: fire, water, earth, air, lightening and metal. The abilities of each child are revealed at birth, etched into their palms as sacred symbols. Yet, anyone who dares to wield more than one element is considered an abomination a threat to the very fabric of their existence. Jeremy, born into a powerless family on the outskirts of society, is a quiet outcast with no apparent destiny. His family, long shunned for their lack of elemental ties, has endured generations of solitude. But when Jeremy's baby sister is born with four elemental marks—fire, water, air, and earth—fear and suspicion descend upon them like a storm. Her birth defies the laws of their world and exposes the fragile peace of Solarys to cracks that cannot be ignored. As Jeremy grows older, his own powers begin to awaken in secret—an astonishing ability to wield all six elements, something thought impossible. Terrified of the community’s wrath, Jeremy hides his gifts, knowing that being discovered could mean exile or death. But when a mysterious rogue sect called the Aetherbound Council rises to seize control of the realm’s most powerful artifact, the Heart of the Aether, the balance of the elements—and the fate of the world—rests on Jeremy’s shoulders. Guided by cryptic prophecies, ancient trials, and a reluctant band of allies, Jeremy embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the truth behind his abilities. Along the way, he faces spectral guardians, the enigmatic alchemist Azarial Vehris, and visions of a dark future where his powers become a curse. As his bond with the elements grows, Jeremy must decide whether to embrace his destiny as the Master of the Six Elements or risk losing everything he holds dear. Master of the Six Elements is a tale of courage, self-discovery, and the price of defying tradition. Jeremy’s journey will challenge the boundaries of power, redefine the meaning of family, and determine the future of a realm teetering on the brink of chaos.

In the folds between realities, where the laws of nature bend and break, lies a realm that defies mortal understanding. Theltorra - an endless plain where five suns paint the sky and thirteen moons weave their silver threads through the cosmic tapestry. Here, day and night are not mere passages of time, but territories carved into the very fabric of existence. Stand in the Twilight Lands, where most dare to build their lives, and you might see it all - the perpetual radiance of the Eternal Day bleeding into the horizon on one side, its searing light a prison for those who dared to hide their crimes in shadow. Turn to the other horizon, and the endless night awaits, a darkness so complete it serves as judgment for those who sinned beneath open skies. But do not mistake Theltorra for a simple realm of justice and punishment. This is a world where magic and machine have danced so long they no longer remember which partner led first. Watch as a traditional dragon soars past, its scales shimmering with elemental might, while its mechanical cousin thunders alongside, its breath transmuting matter through the very laws of chemistry. Ancient unicorns gallop through twilight meadows, their horns glowing with healing magic, as their cybernetic counterparts race beside them, dispensing nanites that knit flesh and mend bone. Here, a hobbit might rise to challenge gods, while a demon's AI construct ponders the nature of digital souls. Elven bio-engineers work alongside dwarven cyber-miners, their differences set aside in the eternal competition for resources - at least for today. Tomorrow, they might be at each other's throats, for the law of the jungle rules all, from the humblest goblin tinker to the mightiest wandering god. Speaking of gods - look to the spaces between spaces, and you might glimpse them. The wandering ones, hundreds from each species, beings who transcended their mortal forms through power, immortality, and mysteries yet untold. Some were once Wardens, those eternal guardians of Day and Night who watched over their realms until they ascended beyond even that duty. Others found their own paths to divinity, their legends whispering hope to those who dream of following in their footsteps. But take care as you travel these lands. The bridges spanning prison zones might seem secure, the blockades impenetrable, but Theltorra brooks no complacency. In the Eternal Day, prisoners harvest resources under never-ending light, while in the Eternal Night, their counterparts toil in perpetual darkness. Even free citizens brave these zones, testing their might against the realm's harshest conditions for the chance at gathering precious materials. This is Theltorra - where human cyborgs wage war against demon-sourced AI, where hobbit and goblin carry on an age-old rivalry with both blade and binary code, where every being from the smallest nanite collective to the greatest mechanical dragon might one day rise to godhood. A realm of endless plains and endless possibilities, where light and shadow do not mark time's passage, but territory's boundaries, and where the next wandering god might arise from the most unexpected place. Welcome to the eternal plains, traveler. Mind the dragons - both flesh and metal - and remember: in Theltorra, destiny knows no species, only potential.

The Woven of destiny crumble. Connections are broken. The imaginary becomes real. After the impact, the world stopped making sense. Supernatural things began to happen every day, the fauna became violent, and the flora is no longer defenseless. Cities were lost, others simply ceased to exist, leaving only empty spaces. The public safety team loses members every day dealing with these abnormalities. Jun was not the most normal of people, but he thought he would live the rest of his life without many major changes, but everything changed when he came across a strange coin. At first she thought it was a simple piece of metal, but then she would discover that the coin was anything but normal. Which changed his existence forever.

Planet 236, a world steeped in mysteries, where tales of vampires linger as ancient superstitions among ordinary humans. Among the four royal vampire families, the Leif family stands as one of the most powerful, possessing the rare ability to transform humans with their blood. Yet, Leif Rose, an 18-year-old from this noble lineage, bears the weight of shame. Her transformations have only produced weak vampires, and with her ability limited to just seven transformations, she has failed six times. Deemed a disgrace to her family, Rose vows never to create another vampire, dreading another failure. Andrew Felix, the righteous yet troublesome son of a police officer, is Rose’s polar opposite, a school bully with a secret crush on her. Admiring the school president and number-one beauty from afar, Felix knows their worlds are irreconcilably different. But everything changes when Rose becomes the target of an assassination attempt: a car crafted from condensed carbon metal, designed to neutralize vampires, hurtles toward her. Acting on instinct, Felix throws himself in harm's way, saving Rose but leaving himself fatally injured. As Felix lies in a pool of blood, he confesses his feelings to a panicking Rose. Faced with the choice of letting him die or using her final chance to transform a human, Rose decides to repay the debt she owes him, wagering everything on his survival. Two weeks later, Felix awakens in the hospital. Overwhelmed with anticipation, Rose rushes to confirm his transformation into a vampire, only to be crushed by disappointment, Felix shows no reaction to vampire blood. Convinced her attempt failed, Rose resigns herself to her shame. But Felix's true transformation reveals itself when Rose is ambushed by rival vampires from a rival house. Desperate and on the brink of death, her cries for help awaken something dormant in Felix. Across a great distance, he senses her peril and comes to her rescue. In an explosive display of power, Felix manifests the legendary Crimson Aura, a rare and formidable vampire lineage thought to be extinct, one that serves as the backbone of every royal family. For Rose, her gamble has paid off beyond her wildest dreams. Felix is no ordinary vampire, he is her salvation, her ally, and the one who will change the fate of the Rose house forever.

--- **Ever dreamed of being immortal, wielding cool powers, and going on crazy adventures with your friends? Fighting nightmares and monsters in a modern fantasy world?** Well, guess what? That wish came true—for me—without my consent. My name is Samuel Roger, and I am an orphan desperate for attention. People found me annoying, neighbors called me a pervert, but none of that stopped me from seeking connection. Then, on my 19th birthday, life threw me the ultimate cliché: I got hit by a truck. I survived—only to die moments later when a metal pipe took me out. But death wasn’t the end. My soul fused with another teen named Andrea Rein, who shared my personality. It was almost like looking in a mirror—so, no, I didn’t change. Sam Roger and Andrea Rein became one together, and we’re ready to cause some chaos. Join Andrea on his quest for fun, friendship, and adventure in a new world. With his family and friends by his side, they’ll fight monsters, face nightmares, and forge unbreakable bonds. Because sometimes, the best adventures start with a little mischief. --- The book is a rewrite of my previous novel which got rejected so I changed my attitude in my novel and created a different but same story if you want to see the previous story, it is called Horoscope Death is a Coward. I will promise the book will be up-to-date and more friendly. The story picture is from AI support me by sending power stone and adding the book to your library THANK YOU

Harrison was just an ordinary guy, until he wasn’t. Reborn in a world teeming with magic, knights, and ancient rivalries, he wakes up as the illegitimate son of a baron. Here, they call him “Harry,” but he knows he’s still Harrison from another world. And lodged deep within his mind is a strange coin, humming with untapped energy, feeding off every action he takes, every ripple he creates in this foreign realm. This isn’t just any coin. Passed down through his family for generations, the coin had been a mystery, an old relic Harrison’s grandfather picked up during World War II in Germany. He thought it was just a worn piece of metal with some faded Roman numerals, a quirky keepsake with possible historic value. But now, he realizes it’s far more than that. Since his arrival in this new world, the numbers have shifted, and the coin pulses like a heartbeat, brimming with a strange, undeniable power. Harrison names it the 'Simulation Coin.' The Simulation Coin grants him the ability to warp reality itself, to traverse worlds, and even shape them as he sees fit. The more he influences his surroundings, the more power he gathers, feeding the coin and deepening its bond with him. With this newfound ability, Harrison discovers he can do more than survive in this new world, he can rule it.

this is the first translation of "UV1244 {Nekea} : l'être de métal". In a world where magic meets science fiction, a catastrophic crash on Nekea sparks an era of upheaval. Economic turmoil, cultural shifts, war, and cataclysmic events ripple across the land. But how will the fantastical beings of Nekea adapt to the advanced technologies of the Galactic Empire? Perhaps Ego, a humble yet enigmatic robot, holds the key to understanding this unprecedented transformation. Will this metal wanderer uncover new possibilities or witness the end of an era?

In a universe on the brink of chaos, Anon, a mortal bound to the eldritch King in Yellow, hunts threats that disrupt cosmic balance. Tasked with eliminating demons, monstrous aberrations, sinners, cultists, and eldritch beings, Anon wields unearthly powers granted by his master. Traveling across realms, each with unique laws and dangers, Anon acts as both executioner and investigator.

[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..

Takeshi glancing at the boys, determined "Stay close to me. I won’t let them take you." He tightens his grip on his weapon, every muscle in his body tensed and ready for the battle. Shauwa charges at Takeshi with a roar, his weapon swinging wildly. Takeshi meets him head-on, their weapons clashing with a loud, metallic sound. The boys watch in fear, huddling close to each other. Shauwa grinning wildly as he swings his weapon "Is this all you’ve got, Takeshi? I thought you were supposed to be strong!" He laughs, trying to taunt Takeshi into making a mistake. Takeshi focused, voice steady "You’re underestimating me, shauwa .That’s your first mistake." He counters Shauwa's attack with precision, his movements fluid and controlled. Meanwhile, Azdal watches the battle with a cold, calculating gaze. His eyes flicker between Takeshi and the boys, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Azdal in thought, planning "Takeshi is strong… but even he can protect the boys and fight at the same time. All I need is one opening…" Shauwa relentless attacks start to wear on Takeshi, but Takeshi remains focused. Suddenly, Azdal sees his chance—Takeshi’s attention momentarily shifts to the boys. Azdal seizing the moment, rushing towards the boys "Now’s my chance!" He lunges towards the boys, his weapon

Well i have been thinking maybe being birth to life was the worst thing That ever happened to me. Ethan the love of my life died on the day of our wedding he was found in his room in a pool of blood which was caused by a very heavy metal falling on his head i suddenly felt just like Isabella from THE CASTLE OF OTRANTO but she didn't really feel bad unlike me it was like my whole world came crushing down i've known Ethan since childhood and we both confessed our feelings when we were 15 it was such a memorable day,we didn't forget the date we confessed and we made the date our wedding date 15th of march well now that day holds alot of pain since i lost him on that day i miss him so much "Stacy you can't stay locked up in your room forever you know we are all grieving the loss of Ethan Its not been easy on any of us you know"my mum called out from the other side of the door they don't know what Am going through Ethan is my whole life but knowing him i know he wouldn't want me in this state so after getting my thoughts together i finally decided to open the door for my mom ,she looked at me and then gave me a big hug i couldn't hold it anymore so i broke down in front of her she just caressed me until she spoke"please don't punish yourself anymore Stacy i love you so much you are all i have" when i heard what she said i realized i had been bad

“Wake up.” The icy splash of water jolted Jasmine awake, her breath hitching as reality crashed down. Disoriented and trembling, she barely registered a hand striking her cheek. The sharp sting and the metallic tang of blood grounded her in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Sebastian loomed over her, his presence as sharp and cold as the venom in his voice. “Welcome, princess. How do you find Montague's hospitality?” His smirk was colder than the water dripping from her face. “I bring news,” he continued, his words cutting like a blade. “Your father has finally met justice—straight to hell.” Jasmine froze, tears welling in her eyes. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “What happened to my father? What did you do to him?” Sebastian’s smirk twisted into something darker. “What did I do?” he repeated, his voice low and venomous. “I gave your father exactly what he deserved—for destroying my sister’s life, for tearing my family apart.” He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. “But don’t mistake this for an ending, Jasmine. This is only the beginning.” Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please—you’ve got it wrong. My father and I would never harm anyone!” Sebastian’s grip tightened on her chin, his unrelenting gaze boring into her. “Spare me your innocence,” he hissed. “I should be glad he’s dead—but I’m not because I didn’t kill him myself. So I’ll settle for you. Every tear, every ounce of pain, will torment him in his grave.” Even as fear consumed her, Jasmine’s voice trembled with defiance. “You’re wrong. Whatever you think you know, it’s a lie.” Jasmine’s memories were fragmented, her past shrouded in mystery. She couldn’t even remember her father’s face, let alone the sins this man accused them of. She didn’t know where to begin, or who to turn to for answers. But one thing was clear: He wasn’t just her captor—he was her storm. And the storm between them had only begun.

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."

She looked like a rat caught in headlights, her big brown eyes looking innocently up at me, tears brimming. My little Miss Kindergarten turns me on without even doing anything. I wanted to hug her, but if I did, she would feel my manhood. "Tsk tsk, what happened, Miss Kindergarten?" I whispered. She stood up, the moonlight from the window making her curves more prominent. "Why are you here?" she sniffled. "I can come whenever I want, baby," I walked slowly towards her. She took a step back, and I took one more forward. She touched the wall behind her. Aawww "Uh huh, no escape, baby," I spoke, standing in front of her. Her head low, her toes fidgeting on her own. Nervous. Nervous. "What's so interesting in those cute feet today?" I asked, tugging at her chin to make her look up at me. "Go Away. Please" Her voice came out weak. "You should mind your business." "Oh, you are my business, Miss Kindergarten. Don't forget that," I growled in a low voice. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up. "I'm not!" Her stubborn behavior as usual. "You are, baby, and if you deny it again, I'll bite that little tongue of yours." She sucked in a sharp breath, rolling her eyes at me. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up. "I'm not!" she gritted out, her nose fuming in anger. "You can't tell me. You don't own me!" 'Only if she knew, she doesn't look scary at all. She's a pookie. MY POOKIE!' "You love challenging me, baby," I said, closing the distance between us and bending until my nose touched hers. "Let me taste that daring tongue of yours." I whispered, tilting my head to sniff her hair. Grabbing her arms from behind and pinned them above her head. "Hey, Miss Kindergarten, your hands are wet." She whimpered. I brought my other hand back to her chin and saw dark liquid dripping off my fingers. The metallic scent wafting up my nostrils. "I swear If this is blood, you're going to regret it. Baby."

In the heart of Velocity City, a sprawling urban jungle known for its underground racing scene, 25-year-old Kayden Hart struggles to keep his father’s failing auto shop afloat. Known for his unparalleled skills in tuning engines, Kayden has a deep love for vintage Japanese cars, especially his Toyota AE86 Sprinter Trueno Apex, a hand-me-down from his late mother. Despite being considered outdated by modern standards, Kayden’s AE86 becomes a symbol of resilience, precision, and nostalgia in a world dominated by newer, sleeker models. On the other side of the city, Elena Voss, a 27-year-old investigative journalist, has a secret to uncover. She's after the truth about The Apex Run, a shadowy racing syndicate responsible for deadly accidents and rumored criminal activity. To gain entry into this clandestine world, Elena enlists Kayden’s help, offering to pay for his shop’s overdue debts in exchange for a partnership. Kayden reluctantly agrees, and together they enter The Apex Run, where racers showcase their souped-up machines. The competition includes a variety of iconic cars, such as: Toyota GT86: Driven by Kayden’s closest ally, Mia Takeda, a feisty racer with a knack for drifting. Mercedes-Benz AMG GT Black Series: Piloted by Victor "Phantom" Kane, Kayden’s ruthless rival with a history of sabotage. Nissan GT-R R35: A modern monster, driven by Marcus Steele, a millionaire playboy with a penchant for dirty tricks. Mazda RX-7 FD: Elena's undercover ride, secretly modified to hide surveillance tech. Characters: Kayden Hart: A scrappy, self-taught mechanic with a deep respect for classic cars. His AE86 is not just a car but a piece of his family legacy. He has a calm demeanor but harbors a fiery passion for racing. Elena Voss: Intelligent and headstrong, Elena has little knowledge about cars but learns quickly. She’s drawn to Kayden’s passion and begins to see racing as more than just a sport—it’s an art. Mia Takeda: Kayden’s childhood friend and confidante. She’s a fearless drifter with a Toyota GT86 built for speed and style. Victor "Phantom" Kane: A cold, calculating antagonist who will stop at nothing to win. His Mercedes-Benz AMG GT represents his obsession with perfection and power. Plot: Kayden and Elena form an unlikely bond as they navigate the dangerous world of underground racing. From neon-lit cityscapes to winding mountain roads, they face off against opponents in heart-pounding races. Their relationship grows deeper as Elena learns to appreciate the artistry of car culture, while Kayden finds himself opening up about his personal struggles. As the stakes escalate, the pair discovers that The Apex Run isn’t just about racing—it’s a front for illegal arms smuggling. Kayden’s decision to stand against the syndicate puts his life and Elena’s in grave danger. In a climactic showdown, Kayden races Phantom on a deadly mountain pass, where every twist and turn tests not only their driving skills but also their courage and loyalty. Cars in Detail: 1. Kayden’s Toyota AE86 Sprinter Trueno Apex: Classic black-and-white panda paint scheme. Modified with a high-revving 4A-GE engine, lightweight carbon-fiber panels, and advanced suspension for drifting. Equipped with nostalgic touches like a cassette player that Kayden refuses to replace. 2. Elena’s Mazda RX-7 FD: Bright yellow body with subtle black accents. Rotary engine tuned for both speed and stealth. Hidden compartments for her recording equipment. 3. Victor’s Mercedes-Benz AMG GT Black Series: Sleek matte black with crimson details. Twin-turbo V8 engine producing 730 horsepower. Designed for straight-line speed and intimidation. 4. Mia’s Toyota GT86: Metallic blue with silver racing stripes. Turbocharged engine and lightweight frame for drifting. Known for its aggressive styling and signature exhaust note.

Roger was a prisoner at the young age of 15, serving a sentence of hard labor in his parent's stead. His life consisted of moving metal, hiding his emotions, and avoiding the attention of everyone else. That all changes when he is summoned to the mirror world, Avar, where magic can be harnessed and claimed. The government, however, is not so keen on letting their property escape, and Roger must learn to master his powerful magic of copying other abilities. From the rank of Alpha to Omega, he will prove he is worthy of an Archonic Legacy, a gift from the old rulers of Avar, or become nothing more than a prisoner again. The magic of Avar must face against the mechs of Earth, as the politics of two worlds collide in a battle that will shake the stars. Discord: https://discord.gg/TC3QQAdmQr

In the year 2147, the human race has spread to all eight planets of the Milky Way, even constructing rings to harness the Sun's energy whilst prolonging the life of the star. On Earth, what was San Francisco has been turned into Neo City, the first city that was rebuilt once humans created Neo Metal, a man made element that was stable and more durable than any other. Many corporations make tech with Neo Metal and various other electronics the such, however Zeoman Enterprises stand at the top of their game. Eventually, Zeoman Enterprises would create a one of a kind metal assassin, meant to guard the company's CEOs and other high ranking members. As well as hunt down any rebels against the company's monopoly. The Zeoman Enterprises Combatant Construct Serial Designation X-1288 opposes any enemies for his creators. Follow the journey of this mechanical marvel.

We have been childhood friends for a long time. Turns out, It was all a dream and now the Imperial princess hates me. For some reason those dreams felt very real... But, just like dreams i Don't really remember the details well. But, maybe it's childhood love so i can't get her out of my mind. In the dreams i did various things like protect her from bandits and assasins. Take her to a weird world where there were moving Boxes Made of metal. They looked very scary. But, they somehow felt very nostalgic. Than i remembered it. The great Catastrophe and the reason for my death. That Insanely big Tsunami a crack on the earth's Surface and a Monster 100 times bigger than the sun. ATE THE SUN.

Every job needs to be done, but some are just too crazy for your average person to take. That's where a crazed martial artist with inhuman capabilities who goes by "The Metal" and his crew come in. From hauntings and aliens to everyday package deliveries, for the right price the "Professional Freelancers" have it covered. But even on their days off, Metal can't leave well enough alone and drags his cohorts through all sorts of trouble, such as underground fighting tournaments and insane training exercises. For The Metal's philosophy is that chaos comes crashing in like a wave whether you want it to or not; you can either let yourself get swept away or choose to ride it all the way through.

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.