Willy Fog

Muchuan accidentally got a magical box that couldn't be thrown away no matter how hard he lost it. He accidentally entered the fantasy realm of rules and became an apostle of the fantasy realm who walks between the fantasy realm and reality. The fantasy realm with the highest death rate, too little information? It doesn't matter, I have a recycling bin, and you can exchange it for information if you give me some good stuff. The skills are too rare and the combat power is too difficult to increase. It doesn't matter, recycling bins recycle all kinds of garbage at high prices, and they have all the skills. The magical props led the apostles to kill each other. You guys go ahead and play, I have ten more items that are better than this one. Just when Muchuan was traveling through the fantasy world, thinking that this box was the golden finger of his life... then he discovered that he was involved in a greater crisis by this box. Destiny is blocked, and only with your own light can you break through the fog!

In the world of Junosa, monsters that had predated civilization exists beneath the soils humanity walks on. The Dungeon. A fathomless place where these dangerous creatures ran amok. For centuries, humanity ventured out the outlandish underworld, hoping to put a wall between their worlds, and perhaps bring stories of conquest and glory. Monster hunters with their gifted ability from the gods called Tezhe, were able to contend with the monsters, bringing harmony and progress upon their world. Every decade, however, a new wave of monster outbreak would ascend the dungeon boundary and lay havoc on their lands. For Mettel, a normal boy living on the surface–the monsters was a far off dream. However, when the White Void, the Hydra Ithivora, destroyed his village by passing, everything in his life had changed. With a miracle, he'd survived. But it wasn't the end of it–one day, a transparent rectangular box magically appeared in his vision. .... Within the dark deep dungeons, a helpless worker bee was born. His name was Robert, he was sure he was still sleeping but what are these words popping up in front of his view like game-system prompts? MoPako System? Species name: Mel Apis Infans? Also why does his body feel... weird? The last thing he remembered was conversing with a certain prophet. Said something like being reborn and hoping for me to have a good life. Now what in the hell is this? Why is a monstrous humongous worker bee being eaten by an even more monstrous massive centipede?!? Reincarnated individual number 1: Robert Aphens ..... In the embrace of the shadow depths, an egg buried within the sand cracked to reveal a hatchling spider. "Huh, where am I? Where is this? Cough!" It's so goddamn dark in this place! Ow. She hit her head. What are her legs sticking onto? Wait, eight legs? Then a message prompt appeared in front of her, the MoPako System. Species name: Misumena Dumu. Skills: Webbing, Bite, Grasp. Then there were the creepy scene of other eggs the size of half an adult cracking only for equally as big colorful spiders to come out. Sadly, she just has to look up to see an all-pervading fog consuming them as they disappeared to nothingness. Okay, starting out big aren't we? A monstrous entity hidden in the fog that's likely beyond my imagination, check. Time to run. Reincarnated individual number 2: Aoi Nagase

Vol 1: The Unicorn's Forest Charlie Rivers is a 14-year old girl who is trying to get through high school without being noticed when she finds herself hearing a voice asking for help when she is only one of two who can hear it. She agrees, despite the fact the other person is someone she doesn't like. When she meets the 'voice' that needed help, she learns that it's a unicorn, yet she's the only one who seems to be able to see the horn. Everyone else thinks it's a horse. Charlie also learns that by having agreed to help the unicorn, she'd gotten herself involved with a group of friends, including the other person who can hear the unicorn, that she hadn’t been really involved with before. Not only is it changing her normal schedule drastically, given she hadn’t hung out with anyone before, but even her personal space seems under attack at times. As she continues to help the unicorn, she funds that going back to how she was isn’t as attractive as it had once been, before she was helping the unicorn but also she wonders if she really would want to. *Minor spoiler in the synopsis for vol. 2 if you haven't read vol. 1* Vol 2: Tip of Other Worlds Charlie and her friends begin traveling to other worlds in search of the world that the griffin canyon connects to. While they do that, Charlie finds herself torn with wanting to grow her relationship with Alex and beginning the expedition through different worlds. Then as the expedition begins, she finds more than she ever expected to find on other worlds, but ever in the back of her mind is the dream she had in which Beth, her best friend, dies in. A dream she's determined to keep from happening, even if she has to sacrifice the friendship that's come to mean so much to her. *Minor spoilers in vol. 3 synopsis* Vol. 3: Acclimating to a New World Charlie leaves her friends and is taken by The Lost. Her friends continue on and encounter a family who has the same disease they had just recovered from. While helping them, they learn about how this world is that of a matriarchal society and has been since ancient times. What that means they can't say, only that it's going to be awkward. Charlie comes to after a while, feeling like her brain had been I'm a fog and that she had been in a waking dream, only to find she's naked and in a kind of cage where she learns she's been taken as a slave. While she has no idea how this happened, she's determined to find a chance to successfully get out of that situation. Mature content will be either through implications or will only extend to the edge of it. The cover art was ai generated. If anyone has any thoughts or comments about this book they'd like to say, but not leave a record of it here, I can be contacted at etherelemental@gmail.com

Amara Grey is a girl living in the city of Eldren, where strange occurrences are happening, such as rivers glowing at night and unexplained disappearances. She is also haunted by strange dreams, in which a silver key, an endless hallway, and a voice calling her name in a language she doesn't understand appear. One day, while standing on the pier in the fog, Amara encounters a mysterious figure dressed in a black cloak, who tells her that she holds the key and must find the gate before it finds her. After this encounter, Amara becomes determined to seek answers to the questions surrounding the key and the gate, even though she doesn't fully understand the dangers that lie ahead.

(End of the World + Rebirth + Space + Stockpiling Supplies) Suddenly, natural disasters hit and the world changed drastically. First, it was extreme heat, then extreme cold, followed by earthquakes, thick fog, eternal night, and acid rain. Liu Ruyan, who had struggled to survive alone in the apocalypse for ten years, finally died in the pouring acid rain. When she opened her eyes again, Liu Ruyan found that she had been reborn, and there were still three months before the apocalypse. After discovering a huge portable space in her family heirloom, Liu Ruyan set herself the first small goal after rebirth - spending 2.1 billion yuan to fill the space with supplies! From then on, Liu Ruyan started the stockpiling mode. Rice, flour, cooking oil and salt? Buy! Chickens, ducks, fish and meat? Buy! Clothes, hats, shoes and socks? Buy! Dried meat, chicken feet, mini hot pots, potato chips, spicy strips, and luosifen, none can be missed! (A survival story in the apocalypse, the male lead will be absolutely unexpected!)

In an era omitted from history , there exists a forgotten fragment of fate, lost amidst the currents of time. It seeks to unravel the enigmatic mysteries of the world, plunging into the forgotten remnants of the obscure past that is shrouded in a layer of thick impenetrable fog, making it difficult to unveil and comprehend the encroaching future.... Divinations,revalations,ancient artifacts, potions,realms/domains,authority,hexes, scorned by the world reviled by society and condemned by the heavens themselves this is the tale of the forgotten fate

Inside a quiet pavilion located inside one of the Heavenly Sky Kingdom’s four largest cultivation sects, a young man slowly opened his eyes with a helpless expression as he gazed down towards the fog located at the base of the mountain that the pavilion was located on top of. Not only was he the youngest Core Elder in the history of a large cultivation sect, but he was also someone who had transmigrated over with a system! The system in question wanted him to train up disciples and in turn help him get stronger! But there was one major problem in all of this… He didn’t have any disciples! Ding~! Talk about great timing... ____________________________ Release Schedule: 7-14 chapters a week ____________________________ If you are interested in LitRPG, I'm writting another novel called [Reincarned as a Lizard]. A side novel, I write on it when I need something other than Xianxia.

Priscilla always sought to escape her ordinary life, itching for something wonderous to fill her emptiness. A chance encounter with a grand witch ties her to the shadowy coven - a secret society of witches wielding eldritch powers and secretly running the world. Priscilla’s thirst for the unknown had been quenched. But the wonders of magic come with a price. Power of such calibre drew her into the fog, a dark and otherworldly realm where the immortal witch-hunter Vaundr lives, waiting for unfortunate witches to wander through. As she uncovers the coven’s dark secrets, Priscilla discovers that her powers carried a fatal catch - one that had eliminated countless witches before her. To live, she must outwit both the coven and the unstoppable Vaundr before she becomes the next Victim of her own gift.

There are truths I must impart, but know this: the first truth is not the most important. I have been accused, falsely accused, of a crime that defies reason and ravages the mind—a crime that tore asunder the fragile fabric of my existence. A woman, dead. And because of this, all that I built, all that I held dear, now crumbles into the abyss. My mastery of molecular biology, the intricate web of neuroscience, the boundless wonders of genetic engineering—useless. My wealth, once a fortress, is now dust. My home, once a sanctuary, is reduced to hollow stone. Freedom? An illusion shattered in the cold grasp of iron bars and vile whispers. The world I sought to save has rejected me like a parasite, and with it, my own blood turns cold. My wife recoils from me as if from some malignant specter; my mother, once my only haven, curses my name. Those whom I called "friend" stand far beyond the veil, convinced by the diabolical evidence forged against me. Not a single soul lingers in the shadows to vouch for my innocence. But you—you—must understand this: what I am about to reveal far eclipses the first truth. It writhes deeper, darker, within the fabric of existence. It is not merely the truth of my ruin, but something far more profound, more terrible. You, who reads these words, are a fool. Did I murder her? Ah, what a labyrinth of words could be spun to ensnare your simple mind—an endless tide of eloquence cascading upon you like rain upon withering stone. With enough ink, I could carve my innocence into your very soul, and you would believe. Yet, whether the words be truth or falsehood matters little. You, confined to the paltry perspective granted by this page, would believe without question. How can I fault you for this? You are merely the vessel, drinking deeply of whatever draught is placed before you, ignorant of the poison that may lurk within. But are you not a reflection of me? Do I, too, not dwell in the delusions of my own creation, struggling through veils of deceit—deceit that is mine as much as it is the world’s? Am I, like you, not lost in the fog of half-truths and cryptic knowledge? I did kill her. That much is true. But before your frail mind trembles with judgement, consider the madness of this world—where truth and lies are but fleeting shadows, indistinguishable in the pale light of understanding. This act—this single, damnable act—set in motion a chain of horrors, leading to my demise. Yes, I was sentenced to death, but death was not an end. It was only the beginning of this odyssey through realms unspeakable, cast into a world that teems with alien sorceries and unspeakable horrors. Yet, amidst the chaos, regret eludes me. I have plunged too far, plumbed too deep into the wells of forbidden knowledge to be burdened by remorse. My descent is complete, my choices irrevocable. And so, I ask you now—my fellow fools—what is this but the price I pay for the paths I tread? Is this my punishment? Or is it merely the next chapter in an endless nightmare? I tell you no lies, and yet my truths are twisted, writhing like the nameless things that haunt my waking hours. Secrets cling to me like shadows, and now, I lay them bare before you. But the question remains—are you ready to see through the lies?

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

Rudra was in the middle of his morning exercise, the rhythmic thud of his feet on the ground and the cool morning air clearing his mind. But his routine was abruptly interrupted by a sound that sent a chill down his spine—the piercing wail of the base siren. That siren only meant one thing: enemy jets were closing in on Indian airspace. Rudra was the first to engage the income Pakistani jets, locking onto an F-16. His MiG might have been old, but in his hands, it was deadly. His first missile found its mark, taking down one of the Pakistani jets. He quickly locked onto a second F-16, but this time, the enemy pilot deployed flares, deflecting the missile. As Rudra maneuvered for another strike, Captain Jorawar’s F-16 swooped in. Rudra managed to avoid the missile fired by Jorawar with a rapid maneuver, but the intense move took a toll on his aging MiG—his engine caught fire, and alarms began blaring in the cockpit. He ejected just in time, but disaster struck—his parachute caught fire, leaving him falling fast towards the earth. As Rudra fell, the cold wind whipping against his face, his life flashed before his eyes—not just the battles and the glory, but the regrets that weighed heavy on his heart. In those final moments, a thought gripped him: if somehow, by some miracle, I survive this... if I get another chance... I will live my life to the fullest. It wasn’t just about duty anymore; it was about making amends, about healing the wounds that time and circumstance had torn open. His mind turned to his foster family—the people who had taken him in after he lost his parents at the age of four. Commander Karanveer Batra, his father's friend, had raised him like his own son, alongside his own children. Yet, despite all the love they had given him, a distance had grown between them. The estrangement had left a scar on his mind, one that made him realize the difference between true blood and a foster family. The girl he had once loved, with all the intensity of a young heart, had ended up marrying his foster brother. She had become his sister-in-law, and Rudra had never dated anyone after that. The pain of that unrequited love had strained his relationship with his brother, and by extension, with his foster father and sister. He could still see his foster father's disappointed, pained face and his sister's helpless, sad eyes. If I survive... I’ll make things right, he vowed. I’ll repair those bonds, and I’ll create a family of my own—a family that I can truly call my own. As these thoughts filled his mind, a strange calm settled over him, and slowly, the world around him faded away. In the distance, the reinforcements from Jamnagar arrived, forcing Jorawar and his squadron to retreat. But for Rudra, the battle was over. What went unnoticed, however, was that Rudra's body had fallen onto the ancient steps of a Shiva temple, believed to be self-manifested. The temple stood silent and untouched, yet from within its depths, a thick, unnatural fog began to seep out, swirling with purpose as it crept closer to his still form—its intent unknown, its origin a mystery. Squadron Leader Rudra Pratap was born in 1992. At 32 years old, he had never married, dedicating his life to duty. And this seemed to be the end of his story... or perhaps, the beginning of something new. Follow Rudra on his journey as he defies fate, transforming from a patriotic soldier into a shrewd and calculating businessman. Watch as he not only reshapes his own life, but alters the balance of global power in his relentless pursuit of success. .................................................. #India 2 Chapters/Week

People, you know, never truly realize how unpredictable life can be. A person’s fate, of course, depends on their own efforts, but you can’t ignore the course of history. Smith had no clue—how could an engineer like him end up transmigrating into Wilhelm II? Wait, no, *Smiling Willi*? But since he’s here, wouldn’t it be a shame not to stir up some chaos? And so, the butterfly flapped its wings, a storm began to brew, and Smith smirked with that signature "Smiling Willi" grin. Fate is unpredictable: Close by in the West, the once-mighty British Empire is stumbling left and right. Across the ocean in the Americas, the newly risen powerhouse finds itself splitting apart. Meanwhile, far off in the East, the once-slumbering dragon suddenly opens its eyes wide— What happens next? Stay tuned to find out in this story!

The young Katie, as bright as the sun, as proud as a swan, with a family of bamboo horses, a rich and happy family, but one day an illegitimate daughter broke in and broke all these beautiful, the sun was dusty, and the culprit rose high in the sky. When she saw the culprit rising high, she set her sights on her favorite moon, Liam. Then she pretended to love him. No one believed her, but he did. When the Chris family, a century-old family, disappeared overnight, the young master Liam lived in the Chor family and met Katie, the daughter of the Chor family who also lost her parents, and her smile was at the tip of his heart. The embarrassment of the situation made him realize that it was not the sun for him, but the sun did shine on him for a moment, and from then on, his heart was delusional. The dust and fog cleared, his love was known to all, but she scorned it or even kicked it away, and "She does not want me, is really do not want ah" heartbroken helpless teenagers huddled in the dark corners of the room, issued a burst of trembling choking sound, when the dabbling game country times began, excellent hunters know the strategy of desire to be indulgent, but the first to move the heart of the person is always a loser, Liam full of hatred, a cloudy, icy cold voice opening: "Do you regret it?" Seeing the woman's eyes full of humiliation, Liamn's lips slightly hooked, cold words of mockery: "The same tactics, the original in I do not love you when it seems so poor! Ah!" Finally, the haughty little swan gently lowered her neck and was too sour to do it, the excellent hunter was in a hurry. "You lied to me again; didn't you say you will make it up to me this time?" "I'm very good at hunting." "I can take the initiative as well." Arrogant Heartthrob Black Swan vs. Dark and Brooding Hunter

In the martial world of the Seven Territories, where the strong battles for power and resources, Karl Sox is an unremarkable student from an ordinary martial clan. Without the blessings of a bloodline or exceptional talent, he relies solely on perseverance and unyielding will to stand out in the Fourth Martial Academy. But everything changes when Karl wins a one-time-use artifact—a Time Orb—from the legendary Inheritance Tower. Peering into the future, he glimpses records from the library of his descendants, uncovering the shocking truth behind the fog that confines humanity and the forgotten Blood Race sealed by the Dragon Ancestor. These records unveils the existence of the Five Temples, mysterious wonders locked within the human body that holds the key to immense potential. Armed with this knowledge, Karl embarks on a perilous journey to shatter humanity’s chains, and lead the fight against extinction.. Follow Karl’s epic journey of grit, self-discovery, and the quest to uncover the truth behind the Legend of the Seven Territories.

After the destruction and massacre of their home, Ralington, a group of knights and mages from there band together to seek revenge on the culprit behind it all.

In the streets of Miami, a chance encounter between Ellis Arroyo a charming and naive bartender and Alexander ' Alex' Del Montiez the cold, ruthless and possessive Prince of the Mafia family sets off a chain reaction of passion, destruction and obsession. After a passionate one night stand ignites a fielry bond but Alex's life and possessive nature soon consume Ellis, drawing him into a world of violence, loyalty, family dynamics and making him revisit a ghost from his past, as Ellis gets entangled in Alex's web ,he finds himself torn between his love for Alex and the suffocating grip of Alex's control. meanwhile, William " Willy" Del Montiez Alex's older brother harbors a secret love for Ellis which further complicates the already treacherous family dynamics. Willy's morals is tested as he has to choose between his feelings for Ellis or his loyalty to his family. Rodrigo Gonzalez the cunning leader of a dangerous drug cartel driven by his long time feelings for Ellis and his hatred for Alex, Rodrigo is fixated on destroying Alex and claim Ellis for himself. As Ellis finds himself at the center of a love quadruple,he must confront the darkness sorrounding him. Will he succumb to Alex possessiveness, risk everything for Williams love or fall prey to Rodrigo sinister desire? Find out in this thrilling story " DESIRED BY MANY: OWNED BY HIM" This story is a work of fiction.

Average is what best could be described as lyria's life or could have been. If she never had seen that man's life along with his world. It taught about the mystic and the dangers of the void fog along with the cult that praised the shroud, as it bends to there aid. A God from these memories seems set on trying to push a great burden on her. All while Her older sister is hiding more than just her love life. Everything will come ahead whithin the endless pitch black of the void fog as it seeks to enshroud all that remains. ----------- This my first attempt at putting one of my stories lodged in my head out there to read. On further note I will try to add the right tags before I get to certain points, but no guarantees so enjoy whats here. I also do appreciate any statements made about the my writing. Sincerely, this Author.

In the depths of Atheria’s Forest, Arbor — a lazy, fox-like humanoid — wants nothing more than peace. A quiet life collecting odd rocks and chasing pleasant dreams is all they’ve ever asked for. But fate rarely listens. Their nights are plagued by twisted dreams of stars, tar, and snapping teeth. Their days are no better, spent training as a mage to join a Legion they never asked to be part of. Worse still, their memories are a haze, with no clear answer as to how they ended up here. Every day is a drag, but somewhere in the fog of their mind, a spark of hope remains — a hope to make sense of it all. But unseen forces are moving in the shadows. Dark creatures stir, ancient plots unfold, and something hungry watches from the edges of their dreams. Arbor's world is changing, and whether they like it or not.

In the year 2084, The world stood on the precipice of destruction. Decades of simmering tensions between East and West erupted into the inevitable—a cataclysmic World War III. No nation was spared. Alliances forged in desperation and shattered by betrayal became the norm. Countries chose sides not for justice, but for survival. The war wasn’t just about ideologies; it was about greed, fear, and the cruel inevitability of power. Nuclear fire rained from the skies, reducing cities to shadows of ash. The atmosphere grew toxic, the land barren, and the oceans poisoned. Humanity had finally created its perfect apocalypse. Humans turned against humans. Neighbors became predators. Survival became a blood-soaked art. Resources. Shelter. Safety. No price was too high. No act too savage. "I kill you before you kill me" became the only rule that mattered. No one cared who lit the first match or why. Right and wrong dissolved into the radioactive fog. The war was universal, relentless, and final. The year is 2084. The world lies broken, steeped in chaos. And from the ruins, a Devil was born.

In the midst of World War I, a mysterious event occurs on the battlefield, shrouding 800 soldiers in a fog that never clears, leaving not a trace behind. This enigma sets the stage for a tale that spans centuries and continents, weaving together the fates of two seemingly unrelated individuals.

Johan thought he knew monotony—long hours at work, nights spent solo gaming. But when he's summoned to Eosdadalon, a world of magic, his friends are hailed as the Heroes of Prophecy, while Johan is cast aside, deemed unworthy. Stumbling upon the mysterious Sanity System, a power unlike anything the heroes possess, Johan's path veers into the unknown. Meanwhile, the Penumbra—a pitch-black fog consuming everything in its path—creeps across the land, threatening to engulf the world. Outside the prophecy, with no place in its story, Johan must carve out his own path, unlocking the full potential of the Sanity System to help save a world that may never accept him. His journey is no longer about being a hero but about survival. ------------------------------------------------------------------ I'm currently updating In-Sanity System weekly with multiple chapters, but if this story gains more traction, I'll happily update more. Your support makes all the difference—so please don't forget to leave comments and reviews, give power stones, and let me know what you think! Every bit of feedback helps this story grow!

There is a special team operating in the shadows in the sprawling, fog-enshrouded city of Cinderfire. They’re known as the Ninth Division, a covert unit within the police force tasked with investigating the unexplained and the cases that ordinary officers can’t handle, where the rules of the supernatural apply. A hardened guerilla fighter and the team's newest member, is about to get his first taste of what lurks in the city's dark corners.

It's been about 10 years since the mysterious disaster that made the air toxic to breathe. Now humanity lives in the last stronghold known as the new city of Zenkuirs that protects humanity from the toxic air known as miasma. Only with a giant robot called astral gear can humanity break through the thick fog of miasma to create a new light of hope amongst the darkness. Or that's what this flyer says because I'm just a mechanic tasked with maintaining the astral gear to keep it usable.

This was an era where everyone can make the simulations throughout various time and space worlds to obtain a evolution path and magic futher to acquire power. At the age of 16 years old, everyone would receive Life Record Grimoire, which would grant them two free simulations. During the free simulations, They had to break the power of life script of their simulated life as to achieve a good result in simulations. Otherwise, the result of failing to achieve it would be them loosing the power of Life Record Grimoire forever as the power of chaos fog slowly corrupt their body, mind and soul, eventually turning into the creatures which obey the command of chaos fog. Evan, who transmigrated to this era, failed his first simulation. During his second simulation, by chance, he acquired a permanent SSS-rank talent - Redeem Information. Evan’s first life: [When you were two, you were kidnapped, raised by a group of criminals. When you were 15, you accidently killed a person during participating in robbery. When you were 18, you died of police encounter.] Lin Qiye commanded, “The Foresight of Divine, deduce for me a way to transcend this life.” [Congratulations for defying the life script and successfully changing your fate. You acquired S rank in your evaluation. Your rewards are…] … His second life: [When you were 15, the mana on Earth rejuvenated. You did not awaken any talent while your childhood best friend achieved outstanding attainments with her awakened talent. When you were 16, you were killed by a stranger.] Evan summoned, “The Foresight of Divine!” [You carefully made plans before the mana rejuvenated. Because of this, you defied the life script and successfully changed your fate. You acquired S rank in your evaluation. Your rewards are…]

You were born with special powers! Just as Hercules, the ancient hero, had great power, and Li Bai, the eastern poet, was called "the sword fairy", so did modern people. Some people become rich, some people are good at force, and some people have superior intelligence, but they are all trapped in a fog of the white world and don't know the truth. A little boy's spirit is "water", so he practiced with a big water tank on his back for more than ten years.

In the quiet, fog-shrouded town of Ashgrove, strange disappearances have become commonplace. Amateur sleuth Maya Hart reluctantly teams up with enigmatic local, Ethan Cole, to unravel the town’s sinister secrets. As they dig deeper, they uncover a web of lies, dark pasts, and a terrifying truth that may cost them everything.

The Hollowing came like a thief in the dead of the night - silent, merciless, and absolute. It was an event that permanently scarred humanity’s history, stealing along all of the possibility, wonder and hope that this world once had - for it was the year that the spark of wonder had been wretched from existence, the year that magic had died. But many soon came to realise that the Hollowing was not the end but the beginning. Cracks opened around the world, bringing about the descent of the Dark fog, and along with it, a dread unbound by mortal thought which devoured the weak and hunted those who still clung too closely to the memory of magic. Year 3999. 1800 years after the Hollowing, humanity has been pushed to live inside the walls of Domes: monolithic walls, encasing gargantuan swaths of land protected by an ancient being from the era of magic, the Acacia. Yet, the peace that it brought was like a festering wound, throbbing with unresolved mysteries and bringing about feelings of hatred and fear, of that day 1800 years ago when one decided to break an oath. As tensions beneath the surface simmer and an unknown group threatens to sink humanity down once and for all, a meeting that would change the fate of a young boy - one that had the potential to shake both sides, one that would bring about change to the whole continent of Paradoxia - was about to take place. The meeting of disciple and master. It was at that moment that the goddess of fate began to spin her wheel to weave tales for this forgotten world once more.

In a world where reality is warped and blood stains the ground, the crash of a mysterious spaceship seventy years ago birthed a generation that knows only terror and despair. Anomalies have twisted the landscape into a living nightmare, where death is ever-present and the air is thick with the stench of decay. The survivors, born into this unforgiving hell, are driven by a desperate need to uncover the dark secrets of their origins. With every step, they delve deeper into a world shrouded in fog, where the line between life and death is razor-thin, and hope is a distant memory

Mr. Rutherford is the great bright master who possesses all powers of immortality. He calls himself a god and thinks that the whole world belongs to him. He only need one step to reach an invincible level where all the world will crash in his presence. Not until, the descendants of Black Dragon clan were born in Kenneth's family. They possesses mighty powers of fire and water, but their powers only works when they are together since they were born twins. The journey begins when, Glynn and Glenys separated at birth due to the greediness of Fernando, the devil blood sucker. ***** "Now, it's time. I came to take you. From now on, you can't continue to survive in this world. You'll be taken between death and life. If your twins never gets to meet each other, you'll never come back to life. You'll remain in my hell forever." The bright master broke into laughter and disappeared in an eerie fog with Helen. Will the twins ever meet, after they grew up separately without knowing the existence of one another?

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”