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The Rise Of Sleeping Tyrant

Dimension Collapse. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing everything that once existed. The sky shattered like glass, and a massive rift stretched endlessly across it. From the darkness, nightmares emerged—monstrous beasts, ancient horrors, and creatures beyond human understanding. Vampires with glowing crimson eyes stalked the night. Demons, wrapped in hellfire, descended in endless hordes. Beastmen roared beneath the blood-red moon, while goblins, wild and savage, swarmed the streets, feasting on the fallen. Cities crumbled. Lands twisted into strange, terrifying shapes. Reality itself became a battlefield of chaos. Then, as if was nothing, a glowing screen flickered into existence before every survivor. [Welcome to the New Era.] [You have been granted 100 Coins.] [Your Unique Skill has been awakened.] [To survive, obtain more coins.] [Methods: Slay the creatures. Kill the others.] Terror settled in. Everyone had received a skill—some wielded power over elements, others bent time or defied death itself. Yet, some… awakened curses, abilities so absurd or sinister that they sealed their fate from the start. The rules were brutal: Kill. Adapt. Evolve. Chaos erupted instantly. Neighbors turned into executioners. Families slaughtered one another. Streets ran red with blood as the weak perished, and the strong carved their place in this new world. Yet, amidst this apocalyptic bloodbath, one man had done something truly absurd. --- A man awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping. A notification greeted him. [You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.] [You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.] He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?! Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival, and his power was to take naps?
TheNmbrSeven · 1.3K Views

Christmas With You

Powei is twenty years old, she was born and raised in a Christian household family of four. She has three older brothers and she's the last born. It's her final year in university studying mass communication at a private university and it's the end of the first semester which means Christmas is approaching. Powei doesn't want to go home to her family but she can't stay in school either because it would be closed. Having no other choice, Powei goes home for the holidays and it's just her immediate older brother who's going to be home for the holidays with her. The first son, Tamuno, is happily married and lives in London with his family. The second son, Deinyefa is currently preparing for his bar finals in the law school so he doesn't want to come home and her parents excused her. Which leaves her and Tari home for Christmas. Things take a surprising turn when their mother insists that they would be spending Christmas at her older sister's family home this time since their father wouldn't be home for Christmas. Powei isn't surprised by this because her father is never around for anything that has to do with celebrations. All he does is send money. Powei feels like the change of environment could be great for her and she's excited to visit her aunty. Donald Ebiowei (22) doesn't understand why his parents insist that they have to fly in to Nigeria for the Christmas holidays this year. Since they arrived in the United States more than twenty years ago when he was just a kid, their entire life has been here. This year, his parents insist that they spend Christmas at their family home in Nigeria. Donald and his family of four eventually fly into Nigeria and this sets the pace for unprecedented activities in his life. Donald thought Christmas would be completely uneventful but meeting Powei changed everything for him. But it gets even more intriguing when Powei and Donald's relationship stirs up drama in the family. There's a history of betrayal between both families and for decades, both families swore to never be as close as they used to be. Would the two eventually overcome the family history between them? Or would they let the past affect their present. Or, would they just live in the moment and enjoy Christmas.
tammybea · 348 Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 706.8K Views

Deep Down Your Black Heart

In Deep Down Your Black Heart, step into a world where the boundaries between reality and imagination blur, and the darkest corners of the human psyche come alive. Inspired by the gripping reality of maladaptive daydreaming, this novel weaves a tale of haunting self-reflection, survival, and the unrelenting pull of power and consequence. Follow Hound, a deeply conflicted man gifted—and cursed—with the ability to glimpse fractured visions of the future. As his transformations ravage his body and psyche, Hound navigates a dystopian world of deceit, betrayal, and survival. Driven by guilt over a horrific act against his closest friend, Hound teeters on the edge of madness, his silver eyes reflecting not just his powers but the unrelenting weight of his past. From the brutal trenches of Rivermirror to the guarded halls of River’s elite, Hound’s journey unfolds amidst chaos, betrayal, and unshakable loyalty to his fractured sense of justice. Encounters with characters like the dangerously playful Argent, whose silver hair is as sharp as her wit, and Emily, a woman caught between privilege and survival, challenge Hound’s morality and force him to confront the truths of his own fractured humanity. Exploring the cost of power, the limits of forgiveness, and the chilling effects of unchecked ambition, Through the Deep Down Your Black Heart is a deeply psychological journey through a dystopian world where every choice ripples with devastating consequences. Perfect for readers of dark fantasy and psychological thrillers, this novel delivers a raw, unflinching exploration of what it means to be human when humanity itself hangs in the balance
Royniel_Aning · 17.2K Views
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