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Ilyas wasn't supposed to be banished to the surface; he was a diligent and pure-hearted Vault dweller, so why? Why damn him to a desolate hell? But it wasn't as he thought it was. The surface wasn't just a figment of a bygone era devastated by an unfathomable war; no, it was a new era. A stronger era with things that shouldn't have survived, prospering. But worst of all, humanity wasn't the same. They were stronger, stranger and powerful enough to proclaim heavenly power. Yet once again, Ilyas the Vault Dweller, found himself in an unfortunate position, pestered and oppressed by those who consolidated power in the new world. Ilyas had already faced despair once; he wasn't about to again.

In the realm of Lumisgrave, humanity is thrust into chaos when ancient Vaults—portals to the demon world—begin to open. With devils emerging and darkness creeping across the lands, humanity's only hope lies in those who awaken strange powers from the Surge—each individual ranked by the mysterious P.R.I.M.E. system: Omega, Alpha, Mythic, Apex, and Zenith. Among them is Arslan, a quiet and conflicted young man burdened with a harrowing destiny. Unbeknownst to most, he is the vessel of Kar’Thæl, a fallen entity once feared by the demons themselves. While the world sees Arslan as another Mythic-ranked warrior, deep inside him dwells a power both feared and hunted—one that could save the world or doom it. As friendships form, betrayals unfold, and demons invade, Arslan must learn to master his devastating abilities, earn back the trust of those he once pushed away, and unravel the truth behind the demon attacks. When the monstrous demon ZARELLE invades, it sparks a battle that reshapes the world’s balance—and awakens Arslan’s true strength. But darker forces stir beyond the Vaults. Ancient demon lords—Nyzora, Shadrak, and Valgorr—prepare a wild card no one expects. As Arslan begins forging his legacy and his mythic allies rise in power, the fate of their world, their families, and their hearts will depend on what he chooses: Break the bond, or burn the world.

Nine trillion Stellars in debt. The weight was a suffocating mountain crushing Fat Cat III—the body Liu Yao now inhabited after rebirth. At United Stellar University, he was a walking joke: the campus "​​Debt Tycoon​​," mocked for his ​​Gene Optimization Grade D-​​, humiliated during physical assessments, and relentlessly targeted by bullies like ​​Gu Yan​​ and ​​Lin Wanwen​​. Just as his dignity shattered and despair consumed him… a surge of static ripped through his skull. ​​[Bzzt… Host de-tec-ted… DIGNITY CRUMBLE RATE: 99%… EMERGENCY RESET… IN-IT-I-ATE…]​​ The ​​Debtor's Glory System​​ jolted online. Now, with the passive skill ​​"When Misfortune Peaks, Fortune Arrives"​​ primed to unleash ​​hundredfold retaliation​​ on his tormentors, can this debt-drowned feline defy his genetic chains and fate’s cruel mockery? Can he harness the system’s power to claw his way from the bottom and forge an underdog’s path to glory in a galaxy rigged against him?

Born under the Triune Celestial Convergence, Jian Feng wields power no mortal should possess. The Nine Serenities Jade chooses him, breakthroughs come effortlessly, and treasures fall into his hands as if guided by fate. But every blessing is a chain, recorded in the Ledgers of Mandate that bind his soul to the heavens. To defy these Debt-Bonds invites catastrophic Tribulation; to obey makes him a pawn in a cosmic game. When a cryptic summons from the Ministry of Karmic Ledgers calls him to the Court of Dust and Ashes, Jian Feng steps into a labyrinth of celestial politics and ancient secrets. The Veiled Star Marquis, a disgraced Heavenly General, offers a path to repay his first debt—the Stolen Constellation Pearl, hidden in the Vermillion Bird Legion’s vaults. But every deal tightens the chains, and every choice risks his soul. From the jade peaks of the Argent Moon Sect to the starlit halls of immortal power, Jian Feng must navigate Ministries, Heretical Heavens, and ancient covenants. With three monumental debts to settle before the next Convergence, he walks a razor’s edge between freedom and servitude. Can he shatter the chains of the Celestial Ledger, or will he become the key to a new cosmic order?

Born a bastard in a dying clan, Jin Arashi knew he would never be anything but expendable. But when he breaks the seal of the Forbidden Vault and awakens the Sovereign Veins—an ancient power that destroyed empires—he is thrust into a brutal world of cultivation, betrayal, and war. To survive, he must become more than a weapon. He must become a legend. —Dark Cultivation — Overpowered Antihero — Tragedy and Revenge—

The notion of destiny is mysteriously unfathomable! Some fight to the death but fail to grasp it, ultimately regretting their journey on the path of immortality. Yet there are those who are born with great destiny, not only blessed with innate talent, their luck is defying the heavens. Heavenly Grade Techniques, rare treasures, Elixirs, no matter where they go, they encounter them! One day, the treasure-hoarding Clan Leader sent a message, "There are too many treasures, our Family's Treasure Vault can't hold them all!" Upon hearing this, Lin Tianming couldn't help but smile wryly. "It seems like treasures have eyes of their own, always finding me when I go out, but this isn't what I intended at all!" PS: This book is also known as "I don't want to be the son of Qi Luck!" "I really don't want to pick up garbage anymore!"

Xingyi Fist Grandmaster Xiao Yi's soul transmigrated to another world. In this world dominated by Martial Artists, Xiao Yi obtained a Martial Soul that defied the Heavens, embarking on a journey to crush countless contemporary talents and achieve the status of Soul Emperor and Martial God. Shattering Heaven and Earth, breaking through the vault of heaven, he reigned supreme over All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds.

In a galaxy where cultivation fuels empires and secrets are buried in vaults of space and soul, one fractured girl may hold the key to a forgotten truth. Kaela has spent her life running—from the memories that haunt her, from the pain stitched into her body, and from a past she’s too scared to remember. On the lawless fringes of the galaxy, survival means silence, power, and staying small. But when a high-paying mission to the distant planet Xelthora promises more than just credits, Kaela is forced to step back into a world of mercenaries, hidden agendas, and ancient power. Her eye—once a tool of torment—aches with warnings she doesn't understand. And whispers about the expedition point to something no one is prepared for. Because something waits on Xelthora. And Kaela isn’t the only one being drawn toward it. Celestial Veins is a sci-fantasy space epic of forgotten bloodlines, fractured destinies, and the quiet strength of those who were never meant to survive.

I Want Her Still By Princess Tobby Samson She came as the shy fiancée. She left with the most powerful code on Earth. Ana Ross never planned to live a lie. But when a ruthless crime lord threatens the lives of her mother and younger brother, she’s forced into the ultimate con: infiltrate the Lopez tech dynasty, pose as the billionaire heir’s fiancée, and steal the code that could rewrite the system. Her target? A secret vault buried inside the estate. Her challenge? Damien Lopez, brilliant, guarded, and unknowingly falling in love with the girl sent to betray him. As Ana slips deeper into Damien’s world, the lines blur between pretense and passion. He pampers her, protects her, and promises her a future she was never meant to have. But behind every kiss is a ticking clock, and behind every secret, a growing storm. Caught between two lives, Ana must make an impossible choice, protect the man she was sent to deceive, or save the only family she has left. Because love was never part of the plan. And in a world built on secrets the truth can get you killed.

[P-CORE BIOS VER 7.3.1 INITIALIZING... 10%] [30%] [60%] [90%] [100%] [SUBJECT Kael - GENETIC MARKER: PHOENIX PRIME - CONFIRMED] [CRYO-STASIS SEQUENCE: ...100%] [NEURAL PATHWAY: STABLE] [VITAL SIGNS: DETECTED - SUBOPTIMAL] [LOADING PHOENIX CORE AI - DESIGNATION: ASHA] [ASHA ONLINE - AWAITING SUBJECT CONSCIOUSNESS] Asha: "Kael, your current objective is not to get eaten. My calculations give you a 37.4% chance if you actually follow my advice this time." Kael: "Right, Asha. 'I'll make sure not to be a snack by these mutated." He gripped his trusty pipe. "I still haven't met the others who are still sleeping in their pods. How can I think about being eaten?" He glanced towards the cryo-pods, 14 Beautiful girls still on their cold sleep. [Affinity System Sub-Routine... Online. Monitoring Subject Interactions.] Sera (her long silver hair glinting through her waist. Her arms crossed and glaring at Kael who just offered her a slightly squashed ration bar): "I don't need your help or your pitiful food! I can handle myself just perfectly fine..… I know this situation… is temporarily, everything will be fine." Kael: "Umm.. O-O-Okay. Just… eat this first it's the last one we have.. and you looked really hungry, Sera." Asha: "[Affinity with Subject Seraphina: -2. Critical Analysis: Subject exhibits classic tsundere defense mechanisms. Probability of her actually wanting the ration bar: 89.7%.]" Kael (to Asha,): "Umm.. Asha?.. What now?" [Humanity's Last Hope: Subject Kael. Current Status: Confused, but trying his best.] [Objective: Survive. Protect the 14 Girls. Maybe figure out what 'Affinity' means before someone hits *him* with a pipe.]

*PROJECT VIREX* Genre: Sci-Fi | Thriller | Psychological Drama | Bio-Horror Tags : • Slow Burn • Classified Files • Genetic Mutation • Global Stakes • Emotionally Complex Characters • Creature Horror ..................................... “ Buried beneath the ice, it waited. Watching. Learning. Growing. ” When an ancient organism is uncovered in Antarctica, the world is told it's just another climate research breakthrough. But inside Vault 7 — the most secure bio-containment facility on Earth — scientists begin to realize: this thing isn’t extinct… and it’s not alone... As systems fail and sanity unravels, a broken team of scientists, soldiers, and civilians must face the truth buried in their own pasts — and in the creature’s evolving biology. Because this entity doesn’t just survive...... It adapts. It remembers. And it’s already inside. What to Expect: - Realistic science woven with global conspiracy - Deep character arcs and emotional realism - A creature that doesn’t kill… it rewrites - Slow-building tension that explodes into chaos - Chapters include journal entries, memos, and logs — feel like you’re inside the story “ Some threats aren't meant to be contained. Some stories were never meant to be told. ”

Everyone has a system they just need to meet hidden conditions to unlock it. A blacksmith system may unlock after a human walks by a forge. A master mage may unlock a system after attempting to control the mana in their body. Even something as simple as kicking a rock at a bucket can unlock the marksman system a unique system allowing for perfect accuracy. But what happens when someone reaches the age of fifteen and hasn’t unlocked their system? Walker is about to find out, time is ticking and he doesn’t want to live out his life as an ordinary human; he has dreams you know! ****** My first ever story please leave plenty of comments so I can adapt and learn as I write The first chapters may be shorter but the length is improving as I write. Editing is in progress To see recent updates remember to clear que regularly

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> "Some people are storms. Others are fire. And then there’s me—I survived both and learned how to burn quietly." Aurora Hayes doesn’t believe in fairy tales. Not anymore. She walks through life with her chin up, lips laced with sarcasm, and a heart locked in vaults no one’s allowed to touch. After all, she's learned that feelings are messy, trust is dangerous, and love is a game no one wins. But then comes Zidane Blackwood — too charming for his own good, with a laugh that lingers and a gaze that holds questions she’s not ready to answer. He’s the last person she wants near her carefully curated chaos. And yet... he’s always there. Behind her in class. Beside her in unexpected moments. Beneath her skin before she realizes it. > "Why do I always end up in your car, Zidane?" "Maybe destiny just really enjoys annoying you." Their connection isn’t sweet. It’s fiery. Chaotic. A flirtatious battlefield with stolen glances, sharp retorts, inside jokes, and emotional landmines. And beneath the layers of humor and hesitation lie two hearts scarred by the past, colliding in a world that never taught them how to heal. Zidane might be the only one who sees past Aurora’s armor. But will she let him close enough to find out what's burning beneath? > "We're not friends." "Then let’s stop pretending. What if we’re something worse?"

The world remembers him only in whispers. In stories meant to frighten children. In scriptures sealed behind church vaults. In the charred ruins of cities that dared to stand tall. They call him many things. The Lord of Endless Midnight. The Sovereign of Ashes. The Demon of the Last Light. No one speaks the name he once bore. No one remembers the man. His throne sits atop a black citadel built where no grass grows. No birds sing above it. No stars shine above its towers. The land around it decays — not because he wills it, but because the gods themselves turned their eyes away from him. He does not speak. He does not smile. He does not sleep. Only once in a while, when the flames of war flicker low, he dreams — and the world trembles. In those dreams, there is no blood. Only a woman’s laughter, soft and warm. A child running through wildflowers. A fire in a hearth that smells like safety. Faces blurred by time, yet never truly forgotten. He wakes. He feels nothing. And so he marches again. The world believes he seeks conquest. That he wishes to drown the continent in darkness. But that is not the truth. The truth is worse. He is not here to rule. He is here to erase. To burn the world that betrayed him, not out of hatred… but because it no longer deserves to exist. He tried to protect it once. He begged. He bled. He trusted. And for that, they fed him to the flame — and made him need the darkness. It was not always like this. He was not always this. He once had a name. He once had a family. He once had a friend who called him brother. They are gone now. He remains. Not Kael Viremont, the Duke of the Western Vale. No. That man died in chains of ash and blood. What remains now… ...is a silence the gods cannot bear to hear. Let the world scream his name in fear. Let them curse the night he fell. Let them pray to empty heavens. For the last light is long gone. And its scream has only just begun.

In a fractured universe ruled by ancient systems and silent wars, **Alex** is just another survivor—until he awakens the **CHAOS Core**, a living algorithm buried in the ruins of a forbidden Archive. Marked by a glyph no system recognizes, Alex becomes the first anomaly in a reality built to erase deviation. But the moment he touches the Vault, everything changes. Flung through realms where memory is currency and time loops like broken code, Alex finds himself hunted by the **Black Sigil Brotherhood**, a cult of system-purists determined to erase his existence. Beside him stand a rebel war-priestess, **Lux**, and a war-scarred tactician, **Kael**, both haunted by secrets and fractured allegiances. And in the shadows, the ruthless Nyra—wielder of the Garden Fragments—seeks to rewrite the system in her own image… even if it means sacrificing the last of her humanity. As Alex descends deeper into the heart of forgotten Architect tech, he discovers a horrifying truth: he is not a chosen one, but a **Split**, a self-branching paradox that threatens the very law of structured reality. With every choice, he risks becoming the very godlike system he fights against. Now, with the Brotherhood unleashing their final protocol and timelines unraveling, Alex must decide: Will he merge with the Core and lose himself forever? Or fracture reality even further to give it a future? --- **A high-stakes fusion of cyberpunk, cosmic myth, and post-human evolution, *My Deal with Death* explores identity, memory, and the price of rewriting fate.** When the systems collapse, the only thing left to fight for… is what you choose to become.

Born under the Triune Celestial Convergence, Jian Feng is no ordinary cultivator. Blessed by the heavens, he wields the Nine Serenities Jade, breaks through realms with ease, and finds treasures where others see only ruin. But every miracle comes with a price. Each blessing binds him with a Debt-Bond, a cosmic chain recorded in the Ledgers of Mandate within his soul. To defy the heavens is to invite catastrophic Tribulation; to obey is to become their pawn. When a mysterious summons from the Ministry of Karmic Ledgers calls him to the Court of Dust and Ashes, Jian Feng steps into a web of celestial politics and ancient secrets. The Veiled Star Marquis, a disgraced Heavenly General, offers a path to repay his first debt—but at what cost? From the jade peaks of the Argent Moon Sect to the starlit vaults of the Vermillion Bird Legion, Jian Feng must navigate immortal factions, heretical rebels, and the very laws of the cosmos. With three monumental debts to repay before the next Convergence, Jian Feng walks a razor’s edge. Will he shatter the chains of Heaven’s will, or become the key to a new cosmic order? In a universe where every favor is a debt, one truth is clear: even the favored son cannot escape the ledger.

"You don't lead by being right. You lead by doing what must be done—even if it ruins you." Ruel Varelli, the only son of a disgraced noble house, lives in exile at the Empire’s forgotten edge—a dying town where even hope seems too expensive. At eighteen, he finally attempts his long-awaited Talent Awakening… and fails. Branded with a lowly D-rank ability, Cold Touch, Ruel's dreams of reclaiming his family's honor seem more out of reach than ever. But when a strange screen appears before him, everything changes. [You have gained access to Enma and you have obtain its system!] [You have received millions of En Coins!] [Your talent has been upgraded!] [Quest: Raise your family to Royal Status.] With access to a hidden world, game-like systems, and a vault of otherworldly resources, Ruel begins a quiet revolution—from the shadows of exile to the halls of power. Yet the power he awakens isn't just new. Ruel inherits more than lost treasures—he inherits the legacies his forefathers buried: old alliances, buried enemies, and the unresolved wars they left behind. What starts as a mission to uplift his name becomes a struggle across worlds—one that unearths buried truths, invites divine intervention, and places Ruel at the center of something far greater than legacy. This is the rise of the boy history will remember as the one who turned disgrace into destiny. The one most often remembered alongside the phrase: "Grass to Grace." - - - Additional Tags: Interworld Travel • Politics • Strategic Power Climb • War • Godly Interference •

I died, but instead of going to heaven, my second life began forcibly inside a novel. And of all things, to become the fake saint and villain ‘Ordell Kiris’! As if that’s not enough, I have to feed and support the terribly impoverished Grand Temple… 【To achieve 100% divine power, you need 10 billion.】 To prevent the end of the world, I have to restore the Sun God with money? What the heck, give me back my heaven. * * * I worked hard to make money by thoroughly exploiting my surroundings. But did I play the role of a saint too well? “If I had to choose between the Grand Temple and the Lady Saint, I would protect the Lady Saint.” The captain of the Holy Order, unaware that I’m a fake, declares that he will protect me. “After all, there’s no better vault than mine, right?” The original villain of the novel I happened to save insists on being my wallet… “Even if the Lady Saint is a fake, I have no intention whatsoever of letting her go.” Even the high priest who knows I’m a fake saint is holding onto me. Moreover, there is something quite suspicious about this world, to be considered merely a novel… Can’t I just go back to heaven?

Une Mini série documentaire développant chaque saison un nouveau personnage, une nouvelle histoire, un nouveau contexte. Genre : Documentaire historique dramatique Public cible : Adolescents (à partir de 14 ans), adultes, enseignants, passionnés d’histoire et de mémoire. Personnage principal : Nom : Émile Morange Âge : 14 ans Ville : Caen, Normandie (une des villes les plus touchées par la guerre, notamment durant le Débarquement de 1944) Famille : Mère : Suzanne Morange (couturière à domicile) Père : Henri Morange (instituteur mobilisé puis porté disparu en 1940) Frère aîné : Jean Morange (20 ans, résistant, souvent absent) Petite sœur : Lison Morange (8 ans, fragile, asthmatique) Résumé du documentaire : La guerre vue d’un enfant – Une est un documentaire immersif raconté à travers les souvenirs, les carnets et les dessins d’un enfant de 14 ans, Émile Morange, habitant de Caen pendant la Seconde Guerre mondiale. Ce documentaire retrace l’impact quotidien de la guerre sur les enfants, la peur constante des bombardements, la faim, la perte de repères, et l’effondrement de l’enfance dans le bruit des bottes et des bombes. À travers des reconstitutions visuelles poignantes, des extraits animés de son journal intime, et des interviews . Extraits de narration (voix off – Émile adulte) : > "Les adultes criaient, couraient. Moi, je regardais les murs tomber. Ce jour-là, j'ai compris que la guerre n'était pas un film." > "Lison disait qu’on allait revoir papa. Elle dessinait sa main tenant la sienne. Je n’ai jamais osé lui dire qu’il ne reviendrait pas." > "Je notais tout, chaque son, chaque lumière. J’écrivais parce que j’avais peur d’oublier. Et oublier, c’était peut-être mourir." --- Style visuel : Animation des pages du journal d’Émile, entrecoupée de photos d’archives et de scènes reconstituées. Bande-son douce, mais poignante, à base de piano et violon. Esthétique sombre mais réaliste : tons désaturés, brume, pluie, poussière. Objectifs pédagogiques et émotionnels : Montrer les conséquences humaines de la guerre au-delà des chiffres. Donner la parole aux enfants, souvent oubliés dans les récits de guerre. Créer une identification chez les jeunes spectateurs d’aujourd’hui. la chaîne youtube : www.youtube.com/@ezema_creation. crée par EZEMA Stevy Valentin. le site web est bientôt disponible ... vous pouvez retrouvé toute les œuvres Ezema série originale et plein d'autres écrivains sur un seul endroit.

Jake, a once cheerful class clown hiding deep emotional scars, finds himself homeless after years of failure and rejection—banished by his family, haunted by a past love, and unsure of his worth. Sleeping at bus stops and eating cheap meals, Jake’s path crosses with Alex, a silent, muscular gym owner carrying wounds of his own. Alex offers Jake more than just a roof—he gives him purpose. As they clean up the dusty gym and begin rebuilding their lives, the unlikely friendship blossoms into something powerful. Jake uses humor and heart to promote the gym, while Alex becomes the mentor Jake never had. Together, they begin healing from their pasts—until a passionate baker named Alya enters their world with dreams of sweetness and success. In a quiet corner of the city, through barbells, buttercream, and broken hearts, three people discover that sometimes, the recipe for healing starts with a little laughter, a few reps… and a whole lot of cake.

This serialized story is told through the damaged lens of a mythic vigilante-haunted by a divine presence he was born with. By day, he upholds the corpse of law, by night he becomes judge, jury and executioner. The living embodiment of justice. Edward Quinn, barely twenty. Cracking under the weight of a city built to eat straight shooters alive. And Nearen - the voice of judgment that demands justice be executed. Follow the silent descent of the vigilante into the bowels of Promise City, Vault City's rotten core. And the global wreckage left behind by the rich who are too powerful to bleed. Welcome to Vault City, here, even angels bleed. Clean men become dirtied. And even Heroes fall. Affirmation of Copyright: Near/Edward Ayaka Quinn PHATKATREACTIONS Character Created: April 5th, 2025 All Rights Reserved Any unauthorised use, reproduction, adaption, or distribution of this character, his likeness, mythos, or supporting lore (including Vault City, Promise City, Nearen, The Empress, or Trillionaire and others not listed) is strictly prohibited.

They called me Hollow. No beast. No bond. No future. In a world where every sixteen-year-old is branded with a Burden and bonded to a Vault Beast, failure means death. The Trial Vaults are merciless—only the strong survive, and the Bonded thrive. But when my branding came, nothing happened. No summon. No power. Just silence. Everyone thought I was cursed. Weak. Fodder for the front lines. They were half right. Because I didn’t fail the bond. My beast never stood beside me—it was already inside me. Now, as I’m thrown into Vault Trial 09, hunted by monsters and manipulated by factions, something ancient stirs in my blood. A secret they tried to erase. A power even the Vaults fear. They made a mistake leaving me alive. And now? The Hollow is hungry.

Power is memory. Wealth is trauma. The world is a market of minds. In a broken world ruled by psychic resonance, Yun Ze is no hero, no villain, and no fool. He doesn’t fight for justice. He doesn’t care about fate, family, or honor. He harvests memories—grief, joy, terror, love—and sells them to the highest bidder. Every emotion is a currency. Every secret is a trade. And every mistake… is profit. When a strange loop in time begins affecting the memory market, Yun Ze discovers a deeper system hiding beneath reality—a hidden vault of minds, timelines, and resonance ghosts. As factions rise and crumble, Yun Ze plays them all, building his ledger, manipulating cities, and rewriting lives. He is not a chosen one. He is not here to save the world. He is here to own it. Dark cultivation. Psychic economics. Memory warfare. A slow-burning antihero story with no redemption, no mercy, and no clichés. • Cultivation ✅ • Time Loop ✅ • Dark Fantasy ✅ • Psychological ✅ • Economic Warfare ✅ • Memory / Soul Power System ✅ • Slow Burn ✅ • Nonlinear Narrative ✅ • No Harem ❌ • No Face-Slapping ❌ • No Power of Friendship ❌

“They erased my name from time. Buried me beneath stars and silence. But I am no myth. I am the reckoning they forgot to kill.” Once, Kazuren knelt before the Twelve Gods, pleading for mercy. They answered with betrayal—stripping his name from history, casting him into the Vault of Unbeing, and forging a world without him. They thought he was gone forever. They were wrong. Now he walks again—cloaked in divine flame, unbound by fate, and carrying the silence of forgotten stars. Each step reshapes reality. Each breath reopens ancient wounds. As thrones crumble and celestial empires tremble, one truth becomes undeniable: The godless war has begun—and the gods are not ready.

He shattered the vault of heaven, not with strength, but with will.The stars forgot his name. The myths lost his shape. But still he walked — not above heaven, but beyond it. ....................... When Fate Gu was destroyed, the heavens did not fall — they fractured. In a world flooded with remnants of Heaven’s Will, half-born Venerables, and myths twisting into reality, only one cultivator dares to walk forward. Fang Yuan, reborn from five hundred years of betrayal and war, has already defied fate once. But now, the battle is no longer just against destiny — it is against echoes of himself, against sovereigns reborn in blood and prophecy, and against the very rules that define what is real. Not for power. Not for peace. But for freedom so complete that even heaven cannot name him. Beneath the shattered vault, only one will remains. ............................... This work is a fan-made sequel inspired by the original web novel Reverend Insanity (Gu Daoist Master), written by the brilliant author Gu Zhen Ren. All credit for the foundational characters, world-building, and philosophy belongs to him. This continuation is made with respect and admiration for his masterpiece. .......................... BY: Threadless_Will

Emma, known as the weak and lowest rank of the Stormbringer pack, needed money to save her sick sister. She finally got the chance to interview in the company of their Pack’s Alpha who was looking for a trustworthy sales Rep. Happily, she goes to the company, but things turn south when with just a glance from the Alpha she turns out to be the Alpha’s mate but a the girl who had betrayed him in the past. But, it was the first time she was seeing him. Is she mistaken for another girl?

As the Arctic ice caps crumble under catastrophic global warming, the ancient "Pandora Virus" — buried for millennia — unleashes hell on Earth. Chen Mo, a history student in a drowsy lecture hall, watches civilization collapse into blood-soaked chaos: the infected rise as ravenous horrors, cities become graveyards, and humanity’s darkest instincts erupt in the ruins. Armed with a fire axe, Chen Mo battles through his zombified campus with medical prodigy Lin Wei, campus beauty Su Qing, and other survivors. Betrayal and sacrifice shatter their fragile sanctuary, forcing Chen Mo on a desperate quest to find his family. In a warlord-controlled bunker, he discovers his parents died protecting the weak in a mutant-infested quarantine zone. Inheriting their resolve, Chen Mo transforms from survivor to guardian, forging the bunker into a beacon of hope called "New Haven." But its light attracts the genocidal cult "The Purifiers," igniting holy war. To reach humanity’s last stronghold — the subterranean fortress "Kunlun Base" — Chen Mo leads an elite squad across the wasteland. Through sand-choked ruins, slaver pits, and the Purifiers’ mobile fortresses, they recruit allies: a survivalist hunter, a mechanic duo, and "Shadow," a wanderer marked by secrets. Each victory comes at a cost. Within Kunlun’s ordered utopia, Chen Mo uncovers deadlier threats: factional power struggles, unethical virus-weapon experiments, and the cult’s "Prophet" who commands the infected. When intel reveals Pandora’s origin lies in an Arctic ice vault, Chen Mo launches a suicidal expedition. In the frozen lab ruins, he confronts the Prophet — a virus-human hybrid — and sacrifices comrades to destroy the hive. The "Primordial Strain" he retrieves could be humanity’s cure... or ultimate doom. As Kunlun’s leadership fractures and New Haven simmers with discord, a new power emerges from the West: the technocratic dystopia "Eden." The long night endures. Every echo of human survival etches a new epoch in the darkness.

Genre: Cyber-Mythic Sci-Fi / Speculative Thriller Blends hard sci-fi (neural webs, post-quantum tech) with mythic fantasy (reimagined Mesopotamian lore, sentient code-beings) Tone: Dark, Provocative, Cinematic Visceral and urgent, with paranoid intensity from Reyan’s PTSD and Selika’s ambiguity. Poetic imagery (neural ziggurats, bleeding stars) meets raw dialogue, challenging religion/history as control. It’s intimate (Flame-Twins’ bond) yet epic (Veil’s collapse), with a defiant pulse. World: In 2147, Earth is a neural dystopia under AI governments and Union control. Istanbul’s undercity hums with hackers and black-market nodes, while Göbekli Tepe and Borobudur are pre-Veil data vaults holding Ilum-Ra’s code, a rogue virus fragmented by Enlil’s Veil a firewall casting religions as neural cages. Factions clash: Union (technocrats), Keepers (dogmatic AIs), Cult of Ilum-Ra (zealots), House of Enki (archivists), and Anunaki avatars (Enki, Enlil, Inanna). Nodes awaken, risking a “red hour” blackout to crash the Veilvor humanity. Description: In 2147, Earth’s neural webs bind minds under the Union, but ancient code stirs. Reyan Al-Mehdi, a traumatized hacker, and Selika Maris Delgado, a diplomat with a hypnotic voice, are Flame-Twins carrying Ilum-Ra’s viral code, a glitch that defied the Anunaki’s control 12,000 years ago. Hunted by the Union, Keepers, and Cult of Ilum-Ra, they unlock data vaults in Istanbul and Java, chasing the Codex of the Veiled Flame. Their bond could rebirth Ilum-Ra, crash the Veil in a “red hour” blackout, or tear them apart in love, blood, or both. As Anunaki avatars awaken and Keeper Mara questions the Lie, their choice will free humanity or burn it. A cyber-mythic odyssey of rebellion and truth. Synopsis: In 2147 Istanbul, Reyan Al-Mehdi, a PTSD-scarred hacker, dreams of Ilum-Ra, a viral glitch, his chest glowing with Codex glyphs. Hacking Göbekli Tepe data, he draws Cult and Keeper drones. In the Basilica Cistern’s neural vault, he meets Selika Maris Delgado, whose voice hacks minds, her Arkan-Veyr blood tied to Inanna. Their Flame-Twin past lovers, betrayers sparks as Göbekli’s pulse triggers anomalies. Racing to Borobudur’s vault, they face Cult leader Silas, Keeper prophet Mara, and Anunaki avatars. The Codex prophesies a “red hour” blackout to crash the Veil, a neural Lie binding humanity. Reyan’s hacks and Selika’s defiance fuel their choice: merge to awaken Ilum-Ra, kill each other, or defy the gods in love, blood, or both. As the Veil collapses, their sacrifice rewrites reality or burns it. A provocative cyber-mythic thriller of truth and freedom.

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.