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Trackers of the Future

Taryn was the girl everyone admired—smart, athletic, driven. To the outside world, she was untouchable. But behind closed doors, her life was far from perfect. Her parents' divorce left her stranded in the tense, judgmental atmosphere of her grandparents' house, where no achievement ever seemed to be enough. They were all too busy—too lost in their own wounds and distractions—to notice that Taryn wasn’t just strong. She was hurting. She needed love, care… and no one was paying attention. Then daylight savings began, and everything changed. A burst of unimaginable energy swept across the world, awakening elemental powers in humanity. Fire, wind, light, shadows—all at the fingertips of everyday people. But Taryn’s ability was something else entirely. She wasn’t just another elemental wielder; she was an Aether. The rarest and most powerful of all, her gift was tied to the very essence of the world, capable of uniting or destroying everything around her. As the world fell into chaos—raging storms, burning cities, people struggling to control powers they never asked for—Taryn found herself standing at the center of it all. With her family also grappling with their new abilities, old wounds reopened and new tensions flared. The fragile connections they shared were tested like never before. Now, Taryn must figure out not just how to master her powers, but how to heal the cracks in her family and herself. In a world teetering on the edge, can she rise above the judgment and pain that’s always weighed her down, or will her power become the very thing that breaks her? The world demands balance. Taryn might be the only one who can bring it—but it will take everything she has.
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The Beginning Of The End

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..
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Hero Of The End

Gaia is dead. The world is a mess of fused realms—acid rain burns the ground, food is scarce, and the air is poison. No one knows why Gaia, the ancient guardian of life, died, but her rotting corpse unleashed chaos. Monstrous Outer Gods slithered into the cracks of reality, twisting the land into nightmares. Yet, in the ruins, people still fight to survive. Under a giant boulder—the only shelter in this toxic wasteland—a boy wakes up. He’s the last human alive, his memories fuzzy except for flashes of a lost Earth: sunny skies, laughter, and a strange power inside him. He can create Kaiju, giant monsters that could crush armies… if he knew how to control them. But right now, he’s just a hungry kid, scrambling to find food and avoid getting killed. Outside his rock, alien clans run the show. Some trade clean water for labor, others heal wounds with glowing mushrooms, and a few settle disputes with fistfights to blow off steam before rage drives them insane. Everyone fears the 100% Rule. Too much stress, sadness, or anger? Your mind snaps, turning you into a Husk—a mindless monster with no soul. The boy’s Kaiju power could help him survive… or push him closer to becoming a Husk. Worse, death here is permanent. If he dies, someone else takes his place—an outcast, a kid, a warrior. The world doesn’t care who you are. It just wants to eat you alive. This isn’t a story about heroes. The boy isn’t special. He’s just trying to survive, one day at a time—bargaining with clans, scavenging junk, and accidentally summoning Kaiju when he panics. Maybe he’ll find a way to fix this broken world. Or maybe he’ll just find a decent meal. In a place this messed up, even small victories matter.
AURA_X_Legend · 1.1K Views

I Summoned The End of The World

The end of the world didn’t come with fire, war, or a nuclear countdown. It came with a System Notification. One moment, Kang Hyun-woo was just another office worker, stuck in a routine life. The next, the sky fractured like glass, revealing dungeons, monsters, and floating towers from other dimensions. Earth wasn’t alone anymore. The System had arrived, merging realities, game worlds, and forgotten dimensions into one. Millions of people vanished into Tutorial Towers, given powerful classes to survive the apocalypse. But Hyun-woo? He was left behind. He wasn’t chosen. He wasn’t guided. The System hesitated, as if he wasn’t supposed to exist. Then, the message appeared. > [UNREGISTERED ENTITY DETECTED. PROCESSING… PROCESSING…] [CLASS ASSIGNED: SUMMONER.] [TITLE ACQUIRED: HE WHO SUMMONS THE END.] Summoner. A class considered weak, barely useful. Three starting summons—a slime, a wolf pup, and a raven. But then Hyun-woo realized something terrifying. The System didn’t choose him. He chose it. Unfinished words from a novel he once wrote—the worlds, the monsters, the dungeons—they weren’t random. They were his. And if that was true… Then he was the one who summoned the end of the world. Now, trapped in a collapsing reality, hunted by both monsters and humans, Hyun-woo must evolve, adapt, and uncover the truth. Because if he doesn’t figure out the System’s real purpose… Then he won’t just die. He’ll watch as everything he created destroys itself.
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