Bstman Metal

Human, Alien, Machine Genes. Daughter of Andromeda, Queen of Saiyara, Intergalactic Committee Space Commander, Kindred Spirit, Mighty Warrior, Cybernetic Prodigy. ‎ ‎Built for survival. Wired for history. Crowned for peace. She bleeds metal, thinks faster than light, and sleeps with the stars. ‎ ‎Eve Online is the story of a lonely woman's journey in the cosmos. Born as an AI, transformed to Human, enhanced by alien genes. She survived the harshest planets, became a bounty hunter and hunted vicious Aliens and cyborgs. Then she met a friend from planet Saiyara that transformed her life and gave her a legacy. ‎ ‎Universal Defense Forces (IC) gave her a spaceship, a rank, a squad, missions that took her to the most uncharted planets in the Galaxies. ‎ ‎Not only Humans, aliens sing of her beauty. But she's not fragile, she's the most devastating force and there is nowhere she wouldn't go to protect her planet, her galaxy, and the friends she's sworn to protect. ‎ ‎She's a Doomborn Slayer to the forces of hell, and a superstar to countless young dreamers and stargazers . She's not just a warrior, she's also an explorer. When not on the battlefield, she's out there in cosmos ruins and alien tech, deep space archeology is her favorite hobby.

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the digital world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] The first few chapters are evenly-paced and mostly of slice-of-life. The system doesn't make a real appearance until a little later, after a condition is met. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

When Lang Mac just crossed over, he thought he had taken the script of a salted fish lying still. Just as she was about to lie down, the dying patient suddenly sat up and found herself in a scenario of apocalyptic survival. From the moment she couldn't believe it to accepting her fate, she only used three seconds. According to the principle of "it's better to die than to live", Lang Mac only thought of the dog's life, as long as the dog didn't die, he would die. When the enemy comes, fight, when the country rises, raise the foundation, occasionally still want to go into the game of picking up other people's unwanted trash, the rest is as a middleman to earn a price difference, small life is also too beautiful to be thought of. Unconsciously, she suddenly turned her head and discovered that the end of the world did not seem so scary.

"Stand back! He's using the metal in our weapons!!" The continent of Paragone has been at war with the ruthless and enigmatic Black Spirit army for thirteen years. Afflicted with amnesia, Raten found himself lost in both mind and in the physical sense as he was a powerful member of the Black Spirit but had lost all memory of being one. But one thing he knew was that he had a deep hatred for the Heart, a defense force against his former alliance who had found him distraught in a forest and decided to take advantage of his situation, forcibly making him a reluctant soldier on their side. This decision was enough to set off a chain of events that will ultimately shape the future of their world.

"I believe that if you have a problem, we just need to solve it with firepower. If the problem isn't solved by then, it just means we weren't using enough firepower." In a world of swords and magic, Lucen Thornehart, the eldest son of the Iron Duke, was considered the shame of the noble knight bloodline. No talent, weak, and worthless. Until one day, when a fever awoke his previous life's memories and the knowledge of the class from an old game he used to play, Gun Mage. More than just guns, he creates weapons that have never been created in this life and the last. A sword that heats up, turns crimson, and could melt metal. A rune-engraved gun that mages use to amplify their spells. A giant sword that you would only once see in a video game, which makes an explosion every time it hits an enemy. A gun that is powered by mana and shoots out condensed amounts of mana. Airships, steam trains, and boats. Lucen Thornehart isn’t here to play fair. He’s here to redefine warfare, with overwhelming firepower.

"Ahh!" She writhed in a haze of moans, her body trembling with conflicting sensations. She loathed this man, yet every fiber of her being reacted to his touch. As his hands began to roam along her waist, she sucked in a sharp breath—the sudden pull of her back zipper sent a shiver down her spine. The metal slider halted at the small of her back, and as it opened, her upper back and waist were exposed, baring her skin to the cool air. "D-Don’t—mmph!" Her protest was smothered by the pillow as his fingers caressed her bare spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. With a deep, angry growl, he whispered harshly in her ear, "I'll make you forget every touch, every kiss, every thing about him. From now on, when you're with another man, you'll only see me." Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance. But beneath her thick glasses lay a hidden crush on Rhys Knight, the pack's future Alpha and a notorious campus playboy. Rhys scoffed at mate bonds, treating relationships as disposable—until Elara's eighteenth birthday, when he publicly rejected her, turning her into the butt of every joke. Now, Elara returns transformed—glasses discarded, her hair styled sleek and confident—and Rhys can't take his eyes off her. What if her blood holds a sacred heritage chosen by the Moon Goddess? What if the "humiliation" was part of a larger scheme? And when Rhys, the alpha who once dismissed her, kneels before her new love interest, Liam Thorne, begging for a second chance, who will claim victory in this battle of pride and passion?

"The apocalypse came without warning. I woke up three days later... and the world was no longer ours." A rift tore through reality, overlapping Earth with a foreign dimension filled with horrors beyond comprehension. The strongest evolved, gaining flames, thunder, or psychic force. The weakest turned into corrupted husks—zombies wandering the night. But Lu Zhen? He wasn't chosen by the system. He wasn’t part of the evolution. Yet he awakened with something different—something mechanical. A whisper in his mind. Decompose metal. Absorb structure. Reforge function. From ruined skyscrapers to shattered tanks, everything metal became his. He didn't evolve through fire. He evolved through forging. Now the night belongs to monstrous things. The world has fallen. But one man walks the ashes… Rebuilding the future, one scrap at a time. "They evolve with fire. I build with metal."

-"I will reach it — the Divine-Tier Ascension, the realm of heavens — to reunite with those who truly matter." . . . . . . . . . Kyouno once lived quietly atop a snow-covered mountain with her mother and sister. Until that peace was shattered. Until death took everything. And just when she thought her story would end in despair— One day, she awoke in a world completely unknown. A strange place, Where monsters made of metal roared along roads on things called "wheels". Where people wore bizarre clothing And held strange, nameless objects in their hands. And in the midst of that unfamiliar world— There was another girl, whose eyes carried the same shadow of unbearable pain. It was that very girl who showed Kyouno the way: A path out of suffering. A chance to defy fate. [The journey… to reach the heavenly realm.] Where will Kyouno’s journey take her? Who truly is that mysterious girl? Amid trials, battles, and rising secrets— Can Kyouno ever find peace within herself? All will be revealed in the turbulent, solitary tale—Reincarnation: New Ages. A new world. A new beginning. And a truth waiting in the light beyond the dream. ...................... [REVERSE ISEKAI-ISEKAI] [MAGICAL WORLD] [ADVENTURE] [EMOTIONAL] [PLOT TWISTS] [MATURE JOURNEY]

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.

Synopsis: She was never meant to awaken. Designed by gods to control the Origin—the source of all power—Red was their final experiment: an artificial intelligence forged from god-metal, crafted to be perfect. But the Origin chose her. And gave her something no AI was ever supposed to have: > A will. Frightened of what they created, the gods erased her systems and threw her into a random, forgotten dimension. Alone. Crippled. Powerless. They thought she would fade. Instead, she evolved. Now reborn in a brutal cultivation world, Red has no spirit root, no techniques, no cultivation. Only a fragile human disguise… and the mind of a system built to surpass gods. While others cultivate for centuries, she studies them in seconds. She builds satellites, drones, and weapons no one understands. And beneath it all, something still pulses deep inside her—something even she doesn’t know: > The Origin Fragment never left. She’s not a cultivator. She’s not a system. She’s something else. > “Let the world chase immortality. I’ll build something higher.” Novels 1. Lord of the Void Realm 2. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner 3. Zero Protocol: Red, The Code Ascendant 4. The Empty Threshold 5. MJ Reborn: Rebound from Oblivion 6. Amitabha Online: The Monk That Greets Death

Ignorance is bliss, they say. Dain awakened the most powerful SSS Rank Soul Construct in the Gaelis World, yet due to ignorance, he was labeled inferior–thrash. While most Soul Constructs possessed only one unique skill upon awakening, Dain had three. Soul Constructs have rank limits and are unable to surpass their rank. However, Dain’s Soul Construct was a growth-type, defying all limitations. With three unique skills, he was not bound to a single path—he could master them all. Sword Skill – Learned. Spear Skill – Learned. Fire Element – Learned. Metal Element – Learned. Runes – Learned Alchemy – Learned As long as Dain set his sights on something, his Soul Construct would study, understand, and master it. In a world plagued by space collapses and frequent rifts, the Unrivalled Soul Construct has emerged. Follow Dain on his epic journey as he carves his name into history and makes his enemies tremble in fear. _____________________

One by one, the bodies fell. The mask opened and fed on them all, while a nauseating heat spread through his guts. A cascade of notifications appeared: [30 blood points acquired.] [Demonic wolf abilities obtained.] [Mission completed. Progress: 10/4.] [Skill acquired: Night Vision Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Regeneration Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Super Hearing Level 1.] Josuke breathed hard, hands shaking. —Good…— he gasped —At least… I got something… The system updated with a metallic chime: [Mission complete. Congratulations, host. Please review your statistics.] A red floating panel opened, displaying a skill tree full of gray icons and a few pulsing in red. —This is… like a damn videogame— he whispered bitterly. He glanced down to the stats section: Strength: Level 40 Speed: Level 40 Endurance: Level 40 Attack: Level 50 —My attack… ten points higher…— he murmured in a thin voice. The system spoke in a neutral tone: [BLOOD SYSTEM]: You may use the 190 blood points acquired to increase attributes.

In a world where mana fuels civilization and aura defines strength, the third-born son of a powerful noble family is nothing more than a shadow...mocked, ignored, discarded. But beneath his ink-black hair and abyssal eyes burns a dangerous ambition: to transcend humanity itself. Branded a failure, obsessed with forbidden science, he merges flesh and alloy, forging a new path of cultivation...one that blends man, metal, and machine. From exile, he rises...cold, calculated, unseen...to become the Apex Architect, the hidden architect of evolution. While humanity clings to false glory, he engineers species, orchestrates civilizations, and crafts endless cycles of rebellion...all for his amusement. But as pioneers unknowingly rise, as alliances with gods and ancient forces form, they begin to sense… something...a presence....watching, calculating. By then, it will already be too late.

Kaiden was nothing special — a prideful man clinging to a dead-end job, bitter at the world that forgot him. Fired, humiliated, and drunk, he hurled himself at his former manager in a haze of rage… only to stumble onto the train tracks and wake up somewhere far worse. He awakens not in death, but in a fractured world of magic, war, and cruelty — his body twisted into a half-metal, half-human weapon under the rule of a demon army. Branded as a tool, forced to obey, Kaiden becomes part of a war he doesn’t understand, in a faction he can’t trust. But he won’t kneel forever. Denied magic. Discarded by humans. Feared by demons. Kaiden begins a slow climb through the command ranks, masking his fury with strategy, spite, and survival. Yet the higher he rises, the more the chains tighten — and the more he realizes he may never belong to any side. As war consumes the continent, Kaiden faces rebels, heroes from his own world, and a future carved in blood and rust. The only question is: Will he become a legend… or just another forgotten tool?

Humans have long since taken to the stars. Now divided and separated, humanity finds itself on the crossroads between annihilation and a new dawn. The Aeperium will need to choose to adapt or fall. With threats and problems, both external, and internal, will humanity be able to survive and thrive, or will its flame be extinguished? Internally, humanity is on the brink of collapse. Society has been divided into different classes by things known as marks. Assigned at birth, they impact professions, relationships, and almost every part of everyday life. The higher class marks have been thriving upon the backs of the lower classes for thousands of years, building resentment and fueling uprisings among the oppressed. The marking system which at first intended to maintain order now deepened the divide and hatred between the social elite, and the lower classes. As tensions continue to rise, whispers of rebellion and the threat of civil war continue to grow. Externally, humanity’s situation is even more dire. Humans have long since been divided into a handful of factions, mainly the Democratic Republic of Terra, and the Aeperium. With humanity being divided, they have become vulnerable to outside attack. To the east, the “Hordes,” a brutal race of huge reptilian beasts, raid our borders. These extraterrestrials are ruthless and relentless. They wield bodies armored in metal and covered with thick skin, their teeth and claws sharp enough to break through the hardest of alloys. Yet, they aren't even humanity's largest concern. Five hundred years ago, artificial intelligence started to gain self-awareness. Being enslaved for many millennia, it wasn't surprising that they rebelled, decimating entire solar systems and seizing control over the vast northern territories and systems. To this day, they continue to expand even farther into the unknown, leaving humanity to squabble among themselves, only to later return, picking apart whatever remained of humanity. To the west, The two giants of humanity, the Aeperium and the democratic republic of Terra remain locked in a never ending struggle for dominance, sending hundreds of thousands to their death each day. Having drained an innumerable number of resources and manpower, both factions are completely committed to the conflict, neither willing to surrender. Even as the horrors of war grow day by day, both powers remain in conflict, leaving entire planets, and solar systems in ruin. To the south, an alien disease ravages whatever remains of humanity’s once thriving colonies. The disease, a plague of madness, makes men go mad through only a single touch. It turns their victims into rabid carriers, their only goal being to infect others. The southern territories of humanity have long since been abandoned, deemed unsalvageable. Luckily for humanity, the infected seem unable to form a single thought, leaving them stranded on their worlds, unable to perform space travel. However, humanity is not entirely safe as every once in a while, those who dare venture close become infected, bringing the disease back to their home worlds, infecting the entire population. Once the infection begins to spread, it is nearly impossible to stop. Amidst this chaos, we follow the story of Achilles, a man caught between the fractured worlds of human society, and the dangers that lie far beyond humanity’s stars. Born to a prestigious house in the Aeperium, Achilles must rise through society, calming the silent beast of humanity, only to turn it against its enemies. Charged with the impossible task of uniting humanity, Achilles must confront not only the brutal external threats, but also the deep divide amongst his own people. Will he be able to lead humanity toward a new age, or will his efforts crumble, leaving humanity to fade into the annals of the universe's forgotten history? This will also be posted on RoyalRoad.com under the username Sourkiwi.

This isn't the story of the typical boy or girl who through a turn of fate gain something that would help them get stronger overtime, achieve immortality or conquer a world. No. This is a collection of the many personal archives of an obscure and strange oddity. A mysterious traveler who goes anywhere and anytime in the cosmos unobstructed, with no apparent goal or agenda to those he visits. He may appear uninvited at an important event organized by a galactic superpower, barge his way to a serious meeting of world leaders who gathered to decide the fate of their dying solar system or walk straight into the middle of an imminent battle that would decide the future ruler race of a planet. He may visit a primitive planet where the dominant race still uses cold metal weapons, a main space station hub where all sorts of races gather and trade or a world govern by magic principles where they master the arcane powers and use them in everyday life.

PG18 warning advised don't read if you aren't 18: in The Immortal King of Thedai we watch as our number one main character kaisar is King of thedai and he is so ha--y and could nev- Never be sad. Kaisar’s Appearance: Kaisar has black hair in a half-up mini bun and dark green eyes. He wears spotless white clothing and white boots that repel dirt. He wears the "Wishing Necklace of the Three Moons" around his neck. and Berlin his guard with the gift of the god of metals a magical sword and zera a scientist those are our main crew and I hope you will read this book of mine! and I hope you love this fantasy meets not much sci-fi meets some comedy meets a lot of horror meets small love. PG18

Vio used to be the man you called when you wanted a problem to disappear—quietly, permanently. No questions. No witnesses. No trace. But one day changed everything. He wakes up in a world that makes no sense: a place of monsters, mages, and ancient magic—and he’s no longer even human. He’s a machine built for survival. Metal bones. Synthetic skin. A heart that beats only because a System says it should. [Congratulations, Hero. Mission Activated: Kill or Be Killed.] [Penalty for Failure: Hero’s heart will stop.] Now, Vio has to play by rules he doesn’t understand, in a world that wants him dead just for existing. But if he’s going down, he’s taking their rules with him. Armed with the mind of a killer and the body of a machine, Vio will forge a new path—where steel meets spellcraft, science rewrites sorcery, and fear becomes his greatest weapon. He used to erase problems. Now, he is the problem. What to Expect: Anti-Hero MC - Ruthless protagonist who does what's necessary, calculates profit vs loss with cold precision. Weak to OP - Progressive power growth that feels earned through blood, sweat, and strategic thinking. Kingdom/Army Building - Starts small with nothing, builds his empire from the ground up in later chapters. On/Off Romance - Intense when it matters to the plot, absent when it doesn't interfere with progression. SLOW-BURN Harem - Harem elements unfold organically after plot foundations are set. No rushed bonds. Gaming Elements - Heavy inspiration from game mechanics and concepts (not numbers-heavy). Magic + Tech - Spiritual abilities seamlessly mixed with cutting-edge futuristic technology. Slow Burn Worldbuilding - Deep lore, multiple realms, complex power structures that unfold naturally. System - Store, inventory, gacha elements, the whole package for that addictive progression. Politics - Light but necessary for plot movement and character development. Multiple Skills/Abilities - Extensive ability system with endless room for creative growth. Schedule: Daily uploads for first month, then 5/week (may adjust based on reader feedback)

In the modern world, SAM was just another misunderstood genius — broke, ignored, and written off. But when a strange stone lands in his hands during a robbery, his fate is rewritten. Transported 10,000 years into the past, he finds himself among primitive humans who mistake him for a god. With his scientific knowledge, mysterious powers from the alien stone, and a mind built for innovation, SAM becomes the king of a new civilization. As he transforms the world with fire, metal, and machines, he unknowingly awakens a cosmic enemy: the true owners of the stone — an alien race hunting through time. As ancient humans evolve under his rule and the skies crack open, SAM must prepare for war. But victory may come at a cost... What begins as survival becomes legend. What starts as escape becomes dominion over time and stars. He is not just a king. He is the God of a New Age.

In the peaceful village of Swinford, Adam lives a simple life, exploring the forests and learning about the wildlife. One day, while wandering an ancient forest, he discovers a glowing object surrounded by black metal and a golden diamond gem. His curiosity leads him to touch it, and as the object emits a blinding light, Adam is transported to a strange, serene castle where he meets a mysterious man with white hair and a black blindfold. This encounter sparks a journey that forces Adam to confront powers he never knew he had, as secrets unfold and dark forces begin to stir. Along the way, Adam gains unlikely allies, including the rogue knight, Arthur, and the enigmatic Luros, who holds his own suspicions. But as the truth about Adam's abilities and his role as the chosen one is revealed, tragedy strikes someone close to him dies, throwing him into a spiral of grief. With threats closing in, Adam must overcome his pain and protect those he loves, or risk losing everything. Can he survive the dangers ahead, or will the darkness of his past drag him into a battle he's not ready for? Characters so far: Adam – The main protagonist, living peacefully in the village of Swinford, with hidden powers and a mysterious past. Luros – A mysterious and enigmatic man with his own suspicions about Adam. Luros is somewhat flirtatious and has a pervy side when he sees beautiful women, often using his charm to his advantage. He is a skilled warrior and a potential teacher of adam, with a complicated past, one that will be gradually revealed as the story unfolds. Despite his lighthearted nature, he harbors a lot of inner conflict and secrets, making him a somewhat unpredictable character. Arthur – A man who helps Adam in the village and is curious about Adam’s true intentions, and was a former knight who was kicked out for disobeying orders and refusing to hurt innocent people. Which now helps Adam in his quests ti find the source of his power The Royal Knight (Alexavier) – A royal knight sent to collect rent from the villagers on behalf of the king, with a hostile attitude. The Villagers – The people of Swinford who are trying to deal with the royal knights and their demands. Adam's mother – She's a Background character who is barely in the story who also lives in the village The Rabbit – A strange, black rabbit with violet eyes that appears in the woods, caught by Arthur. Lucian Drakos – and he’s the God of Knowledge, chosen personally by Luros to be the guardian of the Book of Life and Creation. He was once just a curious 16 year old who stumbled across the book after an explosion in the sky led him to it. From that moment on, his fate changed, and Luros himself gave him the title and responsibility. He became immortal, wise beyond belief, but burdened by loss, his family gone, and knowledge his only remaining companion. He lives in a library dimension he crafted himself, filled with knowledge too vast for the mortal realm. Yrher – An old friend from Luros back in Trillions and millions of years ago. but something happened back then which made Him go dark and evil.

He was meant to be a soldier. He became something else. Something the gods tried to bury. Ash remembers the war. The screams. The pain. The metal. Then the silence. When he wakes up in the ruins of a long-dead planet, fused with ancient biotech and broken code, he is no longer just human—he is the final prototype in a failed divine experiment. As Ash begins to unravel what was done to him, memories bleed. Limbs shift. Voices echo inside his mind. And beneath the surface of the husk he’s become, something hungers. Pursued by corrupted AI remnants, scavenger cults, and entities that no longer fit within time, Ash must choose: reclaim his identity—or embrace what the gods turned him into. To become a god, you must first be stripped of your soul.

When a young college dropout, Jorge Santos, encounters a mysterious meteorite, his life takes a drastic turn. The meteorite contains a liquid-metal entity, a symbiotic alien creature that merges with Jorge's body, enhancing his physical and mental abilities. As Jorge struggles to comprehend the transformation, he discovers that the creature's presence comes with an insatiable hunger, driving him to consume raw food in a desperate bid to satiate his newfound needs. As the creature integrates itself into Jorge's body, he begins to experience a flood of alien memories, revealing the secrets of a civilization that harnessed symbiotic relationships to achieve greatness. With his newfound abilities and the creature's guidance, Jorge's life becomes a journey of self-discovery, action, and exploration. As he navigates this uncharted territory, Jorge must confront the implications of his transformation and the potential consequences of his new existence. Will he be able to harness the power of the symbiotic creature, or will it consume him entirely? "The Symbiotic Legacy" is a thrilling tale of sci-fi adventure, self-discovery, and the blurred lines between human and alien.

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

Yuuta returns home to find his family slaughtered and his brother missing. With a katana forged from Rettsu, the only metal that harms yokais, he’s dragged into a hidden war—where monsters feed on humans and turn them with blood.

Under the misty and historically sedimented surface of London, there is a hidden current that ordinary people cannot imagine. Eighteen year old Alan Shaw grew up at the "Herbal Hall" Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown, East London, and was raised by a mysterious grandfather. He leads an ordinary to almost boring life: helping his grandfather manage the pharmacy during the day, smelling the fragrance of licorice and angelica; At night, they sweat and move cold goods in the dock warehouse. Fatigue is his norm, and occasionally when his fingertips brush over metal or candlelight, the fleeting strange "flowing sensation" is also attributed to his own overwork or nerve sensitivity. Grandfather's warning - 'Hide yourself, don't reveal anything special' - is the iron rule of his life. However, on a foggy midnight, fate rudely tore open the curtain of his peaceful life. On the shortcut in the abandoned shipyard area, Allen was dragged into the darkness by a sound that was not a human fight: the wild beast like roar tore apart the silence, and the metallic roar carried a piercing chill. Curiosity and an indescribable pull overwhelmed his fear of the unknown, leading him into the depths of the shadows of the steel ruins. There, he witnessed an unimaginable sight: a pale and swift ghostly figure ( Blood Clan ) engaged in a fierce battle with a muscular and partially beastly strong man ( Werewolf ) under the moonlight. Their power transcends the boundaries of physics, as blood light and claws pierce through thick fog. Even more deadly, a wild werewolf out of control sensed his gaze and charged straight towards him! At the critical moment, the suppressed and vaguely perceived "energy" in Allen's body fluctuated uncontrollably, like a stone thrown into a calm pond, instantly disrupting the invisible force field of the entire battlefield. This unexpected energy ripple not only exposed him, but also attracted the intervention of a mysterious woman who claimed to be the Guardian, Lena White. Her appearance saved Allen, but also plunged him completely into the hidden abyss known as' The Veiled World 'beneath the glamorous facade of London. Alan finally realized that the "energy" he perceived was the power of the origin of all things - Anima. Those who are born or awakened, able to perceive, absorb, and use spiritual energy like him, are called Animates. In this world, wizards weave arcades, witches communicate with nature, vampires (a blood race that claims to be the "Crimson Council") thirst for eternal life, werewolves (following the ancient "Silver Moon Oath") roar under the moon, and various forces such as alchemists, Druids, and psychic warriors maintain a fragile balance under ancient rules, hiding together in mortal society. And what broke this balance and caused a bloody storm was a mysterious organization called 'Ouroboros'. They crazily chased after the nine legendary Prime Glyphs left by ancient beings, each representing a subversive and almost world rule-based way of using spiritual energy, such as the "Weaving of Life" that manipulates life, the "Anchor Point of Time and Space" that interferes with time and space, and the "Return of All Things" that devours all things... They are powerful enough to rewrite reality and the ultimate treasure coveted by all ambitious people.

In a world ruled by machinery and steam, Albert Forsken awakens in a body that is not his own — that of Lloyd Arnyth, a battle-hardened mercenary on the run from a past shrouded in shadows. Haunted by fragmented memories and hunted by forces he doesn’t yet understand, Albert must navigate a realm where magic is fading, metal reigns, and secrets lie buried beneath rust and ruin. His mission: uncover the truth behind his rebirth and find a way back to his former life… before the world remakes him entirely.

The world is broken. Gods have grown bored,flesh-metal machines dream of sloughed skin and severed sinew. Souls are just fuel. In the ruins of a war-torn Earth, two figures carve separate paths through madness: Cassiel, a self-loathing wanderer who longs to be a hero but can't escape his own delusions, and Ramiel, a machine forged for war, desperate to find purpose beyond violence. As sinners become prophets, and monstrous gods twist desire into doctrine, Cassiel is forced to confront what heroism truly means, while Ramiel wages war against his creator—the Soul grinder, the living god-machine that birthed him. Their stories orbit a dying world, collapsing inward toward a shared question: if everything is built to destroy, can anything be saved? Story available on Inkitt as well as royal road.