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Fictional Fortress

I Shall Become The Strongest Dragoness!

What if your fictional character became you? What if after you became your fictional character, you were thrown in a world where there is no civilization? ..What if said fictional character isnt as strong as you thought it was? Or what if it is even stronger? It was the year 2097, August 23th when it happened, a change happened. Every human that had a powerfull imagination became their fictional characters, while those that lacked creativity succumbed in the new world. After the change, every living being were transported to a mysterious place, a world where everyone need to adapt to survive, a world that is way bigger than their past home land, a world with unthinkable dangers and a universe that is even more so. You will be acompaning Emilia, someone who loved action packed fantasy stories, comics and drawing. Though of the hundreds of fictional characters she created, she didnt expected to become this one.. "Ugh, why have i becommed Chronos? She was just supposed to be a stepping stone! A classic boo-hoo evil dragon for the protagonist to kill!" "But this body is also way smaller than it should have been! I am barely 140 centimeters! Chronos was supposed to be mountain-sized!" "Agh! If it has come to this, i might aswell become the strongest! I will never allow myself to be eaten by mere ogres!" =-=-=-= Expect grammar mistakes B) Though this is not my first book im still new to this whole thing, so be patient yes? I try to atleast post 3 chaps a week Try.
Egg_Lover · 41.6K Views

God Of Fiction: The Faceless One

Gray World is dominated by the will of Gods and thrives under the control of iron gears and steam. It is a place where faith is not a passive devotion but a currency—traded, bought, and sold by churches that wield their gods' influence as weapons. It is a place where value is absolute, value is everything, shaping every belief and controlling every life. Run by ironclad reign of Church of Steel, every life here reeks of smoke and decay, while the Church of Sacrifice whispers promises of salvation through pain and sacrifice. Yet, amidst this ever existing Gods of sacrifice, iron, and decay, a new God descends—one who was once known as The Faceless One, God of Confusion, Keeper of secrets, Messiah of messengers by en masse: the God of Fiction. God of Fiction, Ashur, reincarnates after dying by the wiles of God of Sacrifice and others. Unlike other gods, Ashur, does not demand worship through suffering or material devotion. Instead, he brings something far more dangerous: the ability to weave fantasies into existence, to blur the line between fiction and reality. "Is fiction not a truth waiting to be realized?" Whispers spread among the people—rumors of a church that doesn't preach, of a god who offers not suffering but something far more seductive: choice. They speak of dreams too vivid to be mere illusions and realities that seem to bend to their imaginations. What is fiction, if not another form of reality? When the masses begin to believe, does belief not shape the world itself? As his own proclamation goes— [To not exist does not mean one truly does not exist, for to be known is also a form of existence.] ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ [This book has been dropped] [If you want to read something after it, I would recommend, “Death Game: Beyond Reality“]
_Darker_Than_Black · 53.5K Views

Fortress of the Last Dawn

The cold air felt heavier every day, as if the earth itself was breathing its last. High above, the skies bore witness to a familiar sun and three red suns, an anomaly that had changed everything. What had once been a peaceful life, among fields and mountains, had transformed into something much more somber. The world as Alex knew it no longer existed. From the farm, surrounded by mountains and covering acres of fertile land, everything seemed to remain the same on the surface. The fences were still standing, the crops still growing, and the animals continued with their daily routine. But Alex knew the truth was different. The world outside, the cities, the towns, even the nearby forests, were no longer what they used to be. The change had begun slowly, almost imperceptibly, until one day, the skies took on an unusual red hue. The temperature began to drop and with it, came the first signs that something much more serious was happening. The animals near the farm, once peaceful and part of the natural cycle of country life, began to mutate. Squirrels, rats, and even smaller creatures, now larger, fiercer, and more numerous, approached the perimeter more and more frequently. Total chaos had not yet arrived. Not on the farm, at least. But in the cities, rumors spoke of disorder, looting, and growing fear. The newscasts no longer offered clear answers, and uncertainty had become the only certainty. Alex, watching the fields from the main house, knew that his home, his refuge, was one of the few places that still offered safety. But even safety had a limit. The cold was getting more intense, and resources would not last forever. Time was running out, and although he did not want to admit it, he knew that he could not survive alone for much longer. Sooner or later, he would have to seek allies, friends, or even his own family. He had built what he could to protect himself, but the world was changing too quickly. The days of simple farm life were over. Now, the struggle to survive in a world he no longer recognized had only just begun.
DreamTech · 26.6K Views
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