Modded Rust

Watch as Alex Rise Survive in the World of Starship troopers with a Warhammer 40k system, will he be the hero of the Federation or will he die as a nameless Soldier in the Fight against the bugs. And a Battle for the multiverse. Would you like to Know More? Starship troopers timeline (short timeline) Warhammer 40k (currently writing.) Note: I do not own the Content of the Starship troopers Franchise or The Warhammer 40k Content. I have received permission from the Dawn of War Modding Community to use their assets in this fanfic.

What would you give for what your soul craves? Would you sever an arm to strike a knave? For but a drop upon your dry tongue, what would you trade? Otto, a hunter rotted in rave, Longs for joy, even with ashen chains collar his will. he is a slave … yet time will rust both chains and will..

Trapped in a locked concrete room with no memory, Lukas awakens to a chilling note: “You have 24 hours to confess.” A raspy voice from a rusted speaker delivers cryptic clues every hour, each one unraveling a dark past he can’t fully grasp—blood-stained hands, a river’s edge, and the faint echo of a scream. Amid the chaos of his fractured mind, one name shines through the fog: Raisa, a woman tied to him by love, betrayal, or something far worse. As glimpses of her warmth clash with visions of violence, Lukas struggles to piece together the truth. Is he a victim, a killer, or a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand? With time slipping away, the line between guilt and innocence blurs, and the final confession may leave more questions than answers—about Raisa, about himself, and about the door that waits beyond the 24th hour.

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

Lucian Rengoku never believed in fate—until fate marked him. One touch of the Cube, and reality shattered. He woke up in a Dungeon, armed with nothing but a rusted sword… and a System that calls him weak. But Lucian? He doesn’t bow. When dragons crush him, he rises stronger. When abyssal horrors hunt him, he turns the hunt around. When the System itself tries to break him, he grins—and shatters his own limits. Because Lucian has something no one else does. A power that defies the rules of reality. With every battle, every kill, his enemies don’t just die—they become his weapons. A demon’s heart? Forged into an unbreakable shield. A dragon’s soul? Refined into a blade that devours magic. A god’s remains? Shaped into something beyond divinity itself. And through it all, the Universe Cube watches. The Abyss stirs. The Gods whisper. And Lucian Rengoku? He will ascend.

He was born a stain in the werewolf code, a phantom in human society. He learned the rules of survival in the rust-stench of junkyards. When three women reached into the abyss to save him: One with ink-stained hands, offering a dagger of salvation; One with a serpent’s silver bracelet, gripping a bloodied scepter; The last with ballerina gauze, hiding a poison-dipped rose. He paid in scars to understand: The cages woven from gold by humans, the thrones forged from bloodlines by wolves—they were all the same prison. When the crimson moon rises, the new king must choose: Let three loves become claws to tear the world apart, Or shatter his pride to forge a path never seen— A third road between species.

In a world where divine remnants fuel technology, humans implant Mods—fragments of fallen gods—to wield unimaginable power. But these gifts come at a cost. The gods are not truly dead, and their whispers grow louder with each modification, driving the users toward madness, obsession, or something far worse. Atlas, a veteran adventurer trapped in a cycle of death and rebirth, seeks a way to break free from fate. His only clue lies deep within the dungeon—a labyrinth of horrors where the boundary between man and monster blurs. Joined by a reluctant party and shadowed by the enigmatic Kailashan, Eugene must navigate treacherous alliances, eldritch foes, and the ever-growing corruption of his own Mods. As the past begins to repeat itself, Atlas must decide: will he embrace the gods’ power or defy them at the risk of losing himself?

Rhys, a guy who wakes up in a vast, snow-covered forest with no memories—only a name and a rusted key. As he searches for answers, he slowly figures out who this guy named "Rhys" truly is. He tries everything to gain his memories back. Will he succeed?

When Mara Kline returns to her late grandmother’s remote house in Canada to settle its affairs, she expects dust and silence. Instead, she finds a relic of the past—a rotary phone in the attic that inexplicably rings despite being unplugged. Against her better judgment, she answers. On the other end is Ellie, a frightened girl claiming she is hiding somewhere in the very same house—but in 1999. A masked man with a burlap-covered face and a rusted knife is hunting her. At first, Mara dismisses the calls as a cruel prank or a lingering symptom of her childhood trauma. But soon, reality itself begins to shift. Muddy footprints appear on the hardwood floor when no one is there. Familiar objects rearrange themselves into echoes of her past. A fresh scar forms on her arm, mirroring the injuries Ellie describes in real time. The deeper she digs, the more the house tightens its grip, twisting time and memory until past and present blur into one waking nightmare. As the calls grow more desperate, Mara realizes the masked figure may not be a stranger—it may be something far worse: a manifestation of her father’s grief and rage, shaped by loss and twisted by time. Old diaries appear, filled with entries she doesn’t remember writing. Visions of a childhood she thought she had buried claw their way back into her mind. Trapped in a house that refuses to let go, Mara must unravel the truth before she becomes just another ghost of its history. But even if she breaks the cycle, some echoes never truly fade.

Qingteng Academy, a prestigious boarding school shrouded in perpetual autumn rains, harbors a secret older than its century-old Gothic architecture: every reflection lies. When transfer student Wu Hao discovers claw marks bleeding rust-red warnings beneath his desk—“DON’T TRUST THE WINDOWS”—he’s drawn into a lethal game of distorted realities. His only ally, honor student Meng Qing, hides pulsating scars beneath her bandages and whispers forbidden truths: the school’s mirrors are alive, their silvered surfaces breathing in time with a trapped god. The rules unravel with each chapter: 3-second lag in mirror reflections predicts deaths. 317 rusted keys hidden in cadaver lab jars unlock doors that shouldn’t exist. 7:17 AM, when sunlight fractures through the cracked dormitory windows, resets the campus—erasing victims but not their screams.

Eka Putra, a dedicated player of the sandbox RPG god simulator "Kotak Buana," has spent years shaping and molding its virtual world. He's grown bored with the original content and frequently uses mods to inject new life and unpredictability into his gameplay. One day, Eka stumbles upon a mod that promises to change the player's perspective from a detached god-like view to a first-person experience. Intrigued, he installs it without much thought. The moment the mod is installed, his monitor emits a blinding flash of light, and Eka loses consciousness. He awakens to find himself in a world that feels strangely familiar. It's the world of "Buana Box," but it's no longer a game. He has been reborn as Raka, a newborn infant, in the very world he created. Raka quickly realizes the implications of his situation. He's no longer a god with unlimited power; he's a vulnerable inhabitant of a world he shaped. He retains some knowledge of the game mechanics and the world's history, but he lacks the god-like powers he once wielded. Raka's primary goal is clearhe is find a way back to his original world. But how does one return from a virtual world made real? Raka's journey will be fraught with challenges as he navigates the complex society, politics, and dangers of "Kotak Buana." He'll need to rely on his wits, his knowledge of the game, and perhaps some unexpected allies to unravel the mystery of his reincarnation and find a path home.

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

Jack Frost has always been an outsider—an orphan abandoned at eighteen, struggling to survive in a quiet town where the days bleed together. His only solace is his loyal wolf-dog, Shadow, and the fantasy worlds of web novels and games. But when a strange event transports him into a parallel version of his town, seven days before his original timeline, everything changes. Gifted with the mysterious ability of Fusion Wielding, Jack can merge objects to create something stronger. A broken baseball bat and a knife become a lethal blade. A rusted chain and a steel pipe fuse into an unbreakable whip. And as he experiments with his newfound powers, he discovers another gift—Spatial Storage, a personal dimension with limitless capacity. But Jack isn’t the only one with abilities, and he soon learns that his town hides dark secrets. Hunted by a secret organization, caught in a supernatural war, and forced to forge alliances with others like him, Jack must master his abilities before an unseen enemy tightens its grip. From forging legendary weapons to leading an army of rogue transmigrators, his journey will push him beyond human limits—toward a final battle where reality itself is at stake. In a world where strength is forged, not given, Jack Frost will decide his destiny. Will he remain a mere survivor, or will he become something far greater?

When Kael Ardyn awakens in the ruins of a long-dead kingdom, he has no memories—only a mysterious system claiming he is the last ruler of a forgotten throne. The land is broken, its people lost or corrupted, and the **Abyss**, a creeping darkness, threatens to consume everything. With nothing but a **rusted sword, a crumbling sanctuary, and a single system prompt**, Kael must **rebuild from nothing.** But survival is not so simple—**Forsaken Wraiths** prowl the night, the remnants of an ancient war whisper in the shadows, and **something—or someone—is watching.** As Kael gathers survivors, **uncovers lost relics, and strengthens his kingdom**, he begins to unravel the **truth behind the fall of the Forgotten Kingdom.** But the more he learns, the clearer it becomes—this kingdom was never meant to rise again. Enemies from the past **will return.** The Abyss **will not be ignored.** And the system that granted him this power? It **may not be his ally after all.** To reclaim his throne, Kael must **defy fate itself.** **The System of Forgotten Kings** is an **epic fantasy web novel** blending **kingdom-building, dark secrets, and RPG-like progression**, perfect for fans of **litRPG, survival, and deep world-building.** This is my first fantasy novel, please support it!

In a garden, the most beautiful flowers always get picked. Yet the prettiest rose in our garden never got picked, only left to wilt and soon wither. -Baroness Claudia Alstroemer von Cecil

Countless worlds span the universe! Hundreds of planets are civilized. Thousands are uncharted or unexplored. And all of them offer death to unwelcome visitors. But where to go? What to do? Need the best weapons and armaments modern technology can offer? Visit Alforro, where elves run the largest manufacturing companies this side of the known universe! Want a custom ship with mods unavailable anywhere else in the universe? Hurry over to Verrgal, home of the legendary dwarven engineers! Searching for the best organic, farm-grown steel? Then the hills of Buurzeim are a must-see, but make sure to offer a hefty tip to your giant tour guide! With so many worlds to manage, only the most vast and powerful planetary councils can do the job. But with all the varied opinions and agendas spanning the universe, it’s only natural that no single regime has managed to control it all. And always keep an eye open for outlaws. Whether you’re in the outer corners of the known universe or in the center of an intergalactic capital. Outlaws are everywhere… especially with the Mob Lords controlling the universal underworld. Luckily, the last Outlaw Overlord, the most wanted man in the universe, was done in less than two decades ago! In such a vast, chaotic universe, who would dream of adventuring as an outlaw? Why not become a bounty hunter in search of prestige and wealth? And there’s always an opening among one of the many intergalactic patrols, offering promotions to the most dependable, powerful soldiers! Then again, with no other option available, that’s everything Ayse can possibly dream of. To be an outlaw on the run! To see every sight imaginable! To explore an entire universe of fantastic worlds! Even if he has to avoid possible capture and death at every turn. But can Ayse survive that long? Will Ayse be able to dodge his unavoidable past without consequences? Can Ayse successfully form his own outlaw posse with his recruited, self-founded family? Or will Ayse drag his newfound friends into the deadliest conflict the universe will ever face, risking the total extinction of sentient life? ****************** A Sci-fi/Fantasy Epic!!! ~ Release Schedule will be announced by the beginning of March ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/akzn9SM5k9 Art by @itsjustfroggy, found on Youtube, Twitter, or Twitch! *Want YOUR name (or a name of your choice) in OoO? Gift a Magic Castle, Spacecraft, or Golden Gachapon. I'll reach out via Discord after you join the server, then we'll chat about your character/name ;) Join the server to chat with me or to vote in regular polls. Help improve the story while it's still being written!

That night, Aegis Squad infiltrated an abandoned laboratory complex to capture a mutated zombie alive for research. The air reeked of rusted metal and decay. "Make sure the trap is ready," whispered Major Pan Colman. Lila nodded, checking her device. "Ready, just waiting for the bait." Hart, tracking zombie movement, looked uneasy. "They’re smarter than we thought. We must move fast." From the shadows, a massive mutated zombie with armor-like skin emerged. "Wait for it to step into the trap," Pan whispered. As the creature moved forward, Lila activated the device. Steel clamps trapped it, sending high-voltage shocks that made it thrash violently. Before they could celebrate, Hart panicked. "Major, something big is moving behind us!" From the ruins, a giant zombie with protruding bones emerged, smashing through a wall with unnatural speed. "We need to move, now!" Pan ordered. The squad hauled the trapped zombie into their containment truck, escaping as the complex collapsed behind them. Inside the vehicle, Dr. Alaric muttered, "This isn't normal mutation. The virus is evolving too fast." Hart nodded. "It’s as if someone designed them. But who? And why?" Suddenly, a loud metallic thud echoed from the roof. "What was that?" Lila asked, weapon raised. Hart checked his tablet. "Something's on top of us! But it wasn’t detected before!" Pan signaled. "Rico, stop the vehicle. Lila and I will check." They stepped out and looked up. A tall, gaunt creature with razor-sharp claws clung to the roof, staring at them with soulless black eyes. "What the hell is that?" Lila whispered. The creature lunged with blinding speed. Pan and Lila dodged, but their bullets had no effect. "Get back inside! Now!" Pan commanded. They sprinted back, Rico hitting the gas. Hart read his tablet. "This thing… it's like a predator. Faster, stronger." Dr. Alaric whispered, "If this was made by Dominion, we’re dealing with a far deadlier bioweapon than I imagined." The creature pursued them, closing the distance. Lila and Pan fired, but it dodged effortlessly. In one leap, it grabbed the steel trap containing the mutated zombie. "It’s trying to take the zombie!" Lila yelled. Pan hurled a smoke grenade, forcing the creature to retreat. The vehicle sped away. Inside, tension remained thick. "We can't keep running," Pan stated. "We need to fight back. And we need to find out what Dominion of Varex has really done."

Deep in the colonized fringe of Rigel-4, a disgraced mech cadet becomes the galaxy's deadliest bargaining chip. Kyle Rayne trades his rust-stained wrench for an M-49 ballistics rifle—and a Silver Core neural implant corroding his sanity. But when an armored horde of flesh-devouring Void Worms obliterates his battalion, Kyle uncovers the Dominion’s pact with four cosmic monstrosities feeding on human psionic essence: the Spiritweb Cultivator, Stellar Abyss Devourer, Desire Forge Mech-Spirit, and Shadowghost Wraith. To survive, he must pilot a derelict Titan siege mech hardwired to his dead mother’s DNA—and dismantle an empire selling soldiers as living chaff to alien gods.

What would happen if a man was granted an ability that allows him to collect rewards from Dungeons or Gates that were replicated? Is it possible for him to rise to the top overnight, or would he ever decide to break through his limits and conquers all lands? Find out in the story of Daniel conquering and replicating land after land with his bunch of Yandere Harem. (This is a novel that I'm experimenting on and see how much I can do with it)

In the rusted ruins of a once-great metal city on the outskirts of civilization, Wu Yi lives a harsh but happy life, surrounded by those he calls family. Though myths of cultivation and the lost kingdom of Valtir ignite a yearning deep within him, he is not reckless enough to chase after ghosts and leave behind the people he loves. But fate does not wait for dreamers. When tragedy strikes and the fragile peace of his world is shattered, Wu Yi is thrust into the heart of civilization—a realm of power, ambition, and ruthless human nature. In this brutal world, strength is the only law, and those without it are doomed to be crushed beneath the heels of the strong. Faced with loss, betrayal, and the cruel machinations of fate, Wu Yi teeters on the edge of darkness. Will he become the very monster he despises, or will he defy the heavens themselves to carve his own path? In a world where only the strong survive, the gears of fate turn mercilessly. But Wu Yi's hands burn with the power to seize them—or break them entirely.

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

In the vast and mystical world of Zephiron, where magic flows through the land and forgotten ruins whisper of lost civilizations, two unlikely companions find themselves ensnared in a fate far beyond their reckoning. Vaelin Crowne, a sharp-minded strategist known for his cool demeanor, believes that logic and preparation can solve any problem. Kael Veydris, a reckless yet magnetic force of nature, thrives on instinct and unshakable optimism. Despite their differences, they share one thing in common—an insatiable curiosity. What was meant to be a simple field trip to explore the legendary Labyrinth of Nox quickly turns into a nightmare when they get lost in the labyrinth maze, leaving them trapped in its depths. With no clear way out, Vaelin’s calculated approach and Kael’s gut-driven decisions become their only hope of escape. But when they stumble upon an ancient door, an eerie darkness spills from within, swallowing all light. As they ignite a torch, the shadows retreat just enough to reveal two statues—one depicting a god, radiant and divine, the other a demon, twisted and wrathful. Before they can speak, a chilling gust snuffs out the flame. Then, chains came. A shackle with a long, rusted chain lashed out from the abyss, snapping around Kael’s wrist and yanking him into the consuming darkness. Vaelin barely had time to react before another chain coiled around him, dragging him forward, his vision swallowed by an endless void. When they awaken, gasping for breath, they are no longer in the labyrinth’s depths but standing at its entrance—marked. Heavy iron shackles, now with broken chains, rest upon their wrists, the only proof that what happened was real. The curse has bound them, though to what end remains unknown. They escaped from the labyrinth … but How did it happen? With time slipping through their fingers and the unseen weight of the curse tightening around them, Vaelin and Kael must unravel the mystery of what happened inside the labyrinth before the curse consumes them.

When 2035 particle physicist Adrian is blasted into 1418 Bohemia by his own experiment, he carries three things: a family heirloom pocket watch engraved "Time is Blood", a bone-deep gash on his arm, and modern knowledge that could get him burned as a heretic. In this age where rusted armor clanks alongside psalms, the Hussite Reformation smolders beneath the Church's shadow. Adrian soon discovers his watch not only freezes assassins mid-strike, but bears a six-century-old warning from a spectral knight—Those who reshape history become its ash. To survive, he claims lineage from Iron Cross nobility, only to be ensnared in Lady Alena's plot to reclaim her dynasty; he teaches peasants to forge gunpowder, accidentally fueling holy madness worse than war; when he uses penicillin to save his lover in childbirth, Europe erupts with whispers of "mechanical witchcraft defiling God's design". Now twin timelines unravel—2035 scientists claw to retrieve their "lost specimen" while 1430 Ottoman cannons breach the Danube. Catholic spies infiltrate parliament, radical reformers sharpen daggers, and new glyphs materialize inside the watch: Every life saved rewrites Armageddon. This is a death gamble between gears and gospels: Where steam chariots crush papal indulgences, Where cesarean births become heresy trials, Where the man who predicted history's bloodiest war... ...just lit the fuse.

Warning "[This novel is intended for 18+ audiences only due to brutal fight scenes and explicit sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.]" . The slums of Yanjing were a desolate ruin. Broken structures and burning trash fires illuminated the cold, unforgiving night. Zhang Yong crouched in an alley, his thin, malnourished frame barely hidden behind a pile of rusted machinery. His dark eyes gleamed with desperation as he gnawed on a half-burnt piece of bread. Around him, the sounds of the strong crushing the weak echoed like a haunting melody. "Did you think you could escape me Zhang Yong"It’s all I have left."The last pure human, begging for scraps? Pathetic. Maybe,maybe..... Tik Tik Tik "Absolute Krishna Domain"System Activate . oh my oh my "All you should deserve only death"

Mo Xiao slowly regained consciousness in a desolate mechanical ruin. His head ached intensely, and his memories were like scattered sand, impossible to piece together. The pungent smell of rust filled the air. Twisted metal debris all around was emitting wisps of smoke. What made his blood run cold even more were the monsters wandering among the ruins. They had strange figures, some like a grotesque fusion of machinery and flesh, emitting low - pitched roars. Mo Xiao curled up in fear, not knowing where he was or why he was there. However, the instinct for survival quickly calmed him down. In this perilous place, he clenched his trembling fists and decided to explore his own background and the truth behind this apocalyptic world.

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In a galaxy where beasts and their tamers hold the key to power, Aidan Lorne is just another cog in the vast, unfeeling machinery of the Darnath family's mining empire. Born into poverty and raised in the brutal mines of Vesta-7, Aidan has spent his sixteen years toiling under the weight of endless labor, dreaming of a life beyond the rust-colored dunes and oppressive machinery. When his family is lost to the cruel realities of the mines, Aidan’s resolve hardens. He will escape the hellish world that has claimed so much of his life, even if it means defying the powerful elite who see him as nothing more than a tool. But Vesta-7 holds secrets of its own, secrets that could change the course of Aidan’s life forever. Amid the dangers of the mines, whispers of legendary beast masters stir his ambition, and an unexpected encounter with a mysterious force sets him on a path that will challenge everything he’s ever known. With a unique system that grants him the ability to see the evolutionary paths of beasts, Aidan’s future is no longer defined by the shackles of his past. But as he navigates the treacherous world of beast taming, interplanetary politics, and deadly rivals, Aidan must confront the demons of his past, the price of power, and the true cost of freedom. In a galaxy where survival is a battle and power is earned, Aidan must decide what he’s willing to sacrifice to forge his own destiny. --- Author’s Note: This is my first time writing a novel, and I truly appreciate you taking the time to read it. I know it may take some time to fully develop, so I ask for your patience and understanding. Please give me at least 40 chapters to better establish the world, the characters, and the plot. I’m committed to improving with each chapter, and I hope you’ll join me on this journey of growth and storytelling. Your feedback and support mean the world to me. I will rate my English average only, so if you find any grammatical mistakes or any words hard to understand since I am trying to expand my vocabulary, please let me know so that I can improve myself.

One day, he was about to leave his house in the direction of his work, however he could not react to the situation, when he went out the door of his house and suddenly appeared on an island quite familiar to him.

Un día, estaba por salir de su casa en dirección de su trabajo, sin embargo no pudo reaccionar ante la situación, cuando salió por la puerta de su casa y de repente apareció en una isla bastante familiar para él.