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Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home. But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline. Wearing boots in the rain. With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air. "What the hell is this?" He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty. But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign. As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it. Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise. [Initiating Golden Finger…] […45%… 75%… 100%] [System Integration Complete.] [Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins] From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory. Because in this world, tactics are power. And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god. ================= Release Rate: 2-3 Chapters a day. Incentives (Below is subject to change): Power Stones Goals: 100PS-1 Extra Chapter. 200PS-2 Extra Chapters. 300PS -3 Extra Chapters. 400PS - 4 Extra Chapters. Golden Ticket Goals: 20 Golden Tickets-1 Extra Chapter. 40 Golden Tickets -2 Extra Chapters. 80 Golden Tickets-3 Extra Chapters. 160 Golden Tickets- 4 Extra Chapters. 320 Golden Tickets - 5 Extra Chapters. Will be spread across the week if it's too much. [that will be a nice problem to have.]) Special Incentives: 1. Privilege: > Hit T1 Win-win: Refill second tier. > Hit T2 Win-win: Refill entire highest tier. 2. Gifts: > 1 Luxury Car = 1 bonus chapters > 1 Dragon = 2 bonus chapters > 1 Magic Castle = 4 bonus chapters > 1 Spacecraft = 8 bonus chapters > 1 Golden Gachapon = 12 bonus chapters including; addressing you as "Your Highness" in every chapter's comment section.

I didn’t grow up with chances. Just hard pavement, missed meals, sirens at night, and a cracked ceiling that leaked when it rained. My voice? Just noise to most people. Another kid talking big in a world that don’t listen. But then something changed. A screen popped up. A voice came through. Not from a phone, not from a speaker, from somewhere deeper. A system. A mission. A path I never asked for, but maybe always needed. Now every line I spit hits harder. Every verse sharpens me. Every crowd I face feels like another boss battle. My pain? It’s fuel. My trauma? It’s data. My voice? Finally, it’s got weight. I’m hungry. I want this. But this world don’t give without taking. People who used to ride with me are falling back. Love’s starting to feel like a trap. Labels flash checks with strings I can’t see. Enemies? They’re not just on the outside. This system might make me a legend. But if I’m not careful, it’ll make me lose everything else. So the question is… how far am I willing to go to become the greatest rapper alive?

In a world ruled by seven powerful kingdoms, each reflecting one of the ancient sins, peace is maintained through elegance, diplomacy, and carefully guarded tradition. Every five years, a grand festival unites these kingdoms in celebration. This year, it is hosted in a small, forgotten village at the edge of civilization. Caelum is a quiet, strikingly beautiful boy from that very village. With eyes like sapphire skies and golden hair kissed by sunlight, he has always drawn attention, but never wanted it. Living a simple life far from politics or war, he prefers the sound of wind through trees to the noise of noble courts. But everything changes during the festival. Before thousands of nobles and dignitaries, the seven princesses, each the embodiment of their kingdom’s legacy, lay eyes on him for the first time. None speak of it aloud. Yet something shifts. A spark. A gaze held one moment too long. Seven royal hearts stirred, and none of them know why. As Caelum is drawn into a world of alliances, secrets, and silent rivalries, he must navigate the complexities of royal favor, whispered conspiracies, and his own growing doubts. He is no knight. No noble. No chosen one. He’s just… himself. But sometimes, that’s enough to change the course of history. And as each princess begins to struggle with feelings they were never meant to have, for the same boy, Caelum’s heart must survive the trials of affection, jealousy, and fate. Will he remain true to himself in a world that seeks to shape him? And when the time comes… can one heart truly hold seven crowns?

Al is the true-born son of the noble Virellano family. But seventeen years ago... he was swapped at birth, abandoned at an orphanage, and forgotten by his own blood. Now, he has returned. Not as a guest. Not as an intruder. But as the real young master. The problem? That family… has grown to love the child who isn’t even theirs. Al doesn’t care. He’s not interested in fake affection, inheritance, or the family throne. All he wants is a peaceful life—far away from noise and drama. But within his body lies a forgotten ancient energy. And the sealed living weapon he carries… is slowly awakening. This world is far from simple. Beneath the glittering lives of nobles lies a hidden system of energy, ancient races, and long-dead magic... waiting to rise again. And when Al begins to move— It won’t just be his family that trembles. The entire world will. This is the official English version of the novel 'Mystical Fantasy : The Lazy Real Young Master'.

A side story for STRIFE. You get to witness the journey of the daughter of a legendary warrior who uses Annihilation as his weapon. Follow her journey as she grows up and matures through her experiences as a Goddess. Becoming something even greater than her parents before her as she travels through the Omniverse. Facing enemies of extraordinary caliber and putting a stop to the invading forces that come from beyond. She is the incarnation of Annihilation itself and a beacon of hope to all who follow the arts of Erasure type essence. A star that shines radiant within the verse, but for now. She just wants to enjoy her search for knowledge and have fun just like a child should.

Emma Watson , is the quiet girl who prefer being invisible. But when Liam , the silent new boy takes her usual seat by the window,an unexpected connection begins . In a world full of noise their hearts finds peace in each other's silence. But can Quiet love survive when feelings grow louder

light and noise… The alpha saw his former mate again. But he wasn't the same. Not the quiet brilliance that once softened beneath his touch, Not the smile that once bloomed through the silence. Noya had vanished. Leaving behind a cold shadow who no longer believed in love… or colors. No one knew what truly happened after the breakup. Why the brilliant omega ended up with a ring on his finger— from a man who clearly loved someone else. Why, when their eyes met again, he showed no trace of pain… or warmth. But some things cannot be forgotten. Some wounds never heal in silence. And some eyes… once knew how to cry. > Is it too late to make things right? Or will this reunion only reignite old pain?

In a world that's overwhelmed by technology, noise, and a kind of spiritual forgetfulness, a barefoot man in a hoodie wanders through the bustling streets of Mumbai, almost invisible to those around him. His mere presence disrupts the cameras, hushes the chaos, and awakens long-buried memories in the people he encounters. He’s unsure of his own identity, but slowly, the world starts to remember. He is Shiva. The god of transformation, reborn in this age of algorithms. As he stirs to life, so does Anika—a sharp-minded hacker who feels disillusioned with the modern world. Plagued by dreams and an unexplainable connection to the mysterious man in the hoodie, she finds herself pulled into a reality that challenges everything she thought she knew. She’s not merely a bystander in this divine comeback—she is Sati reborn, the goddess who once walked into flames and now must rise from them. But their reunion isn’t a fairy tale. Corporate giant Daman Raut, armed with an AI network known as Project Narak, ignites a global conflict—not with guns, but through manipulation of perception. Truth gets twisted, memories are erased, and divinity is ridiculed. As faith turns into a threat to power, Shiva and Anika must awaken the dormant spirit of humanity—not by conquering the world, but by helping it remember. From the quiet echoes of Kailash to the rebirth of the sacred Ganga, from the cosmic Tandava to the digital battleground, Shiva and Sati spearhead a revolution rooted in stillness, breath, and balance. In the ultimate choice between returning and staying, the flame doesn’t retreat into myth. It transforms into the world.

"Grey, elemental affinity, zero" The Elder announced the result loudly On hearing this, it was like a bolt of lightning struck Grey, he stood there dumbfounded and just stared at the Elder. Shocked voices could be heard from the people and there was some which were also filled with scorn. Grey stood dazed amidst all the noises without any reactions. One word was constantly reverberating in his head, 'How?'. 'Why, why did this happen to me?' Grey asked himself over and over again **************** Unbeknownst to Grey, something greater lies in wait in his body.... *************** Check out the book, leave a review after reading, and also your powerstones. Hope you enjoy this, and Thanks for reading ^_^ P.S: When I started this book I had zero writing experience, so the first chapters aren't that great, although, my writing quality has improved over time. Also, English isn't my first language, so there are some instances where my choice of words are not good enough for what I'm trying to portray. A heads up, the book will be using a medieval setting. My world building is not the best, but it gets better over time, so bear with me on the early chapters! P.S: Cover art not mine I just edited it. If you're the owner and want me to take it down you can notify me. Other novel: Lunar:Secret Guardians Check it out as well! Discord Server: https://discord.gg/gs68a4ZzaN

Nathaniel, the Alien: Nathaniel was no ordinary resident here on earth. He is an alien with the ability to teleport, hear ringing sounds and stop time for a minute. He had not chosen earth as his home, but he was drawn to the chaotic world of earth with these mixed human emotions. The truth is Nathaniel had a unique power - he could feel the emotions of those around him. This often left him overwhelmed in the crowded city. One evening, as Nathaniel returned to his condo, he felt a surge of sadness and frustration coming from the building. It was intense and he knew it was coming from a new resident. Deciding to investigate, he went outside and found the source of the noise—a door next to him. A new neighbor. Sabrina, the Cursed Star: Sabrina was a woman of many talents. In her twenties, she is a vibrant writer, fashionista, model, dancer, and singer. She was a very loud person outside and had a hard time expressing her true feelings. She has her deepest secret, that is, as the evening progressed, she aged into her fifty—a curse placed upon her by someone who had felt slighted by her success and confidence. This curse had turned her life into a cycle of highs and lows, where she lived two different lives every single day.  The Encounter: On her first night in her new condo, Sabrina tried to ease her sorrow by singing. Her voice which is filled with sadness echoed through her entire living room. She sang song after song, hoping to find some comfort in the music. Meanwhile, at the night, Nathaniel who is sensitive to the noises and feelings of extreme emotions was not able to sleep. As he tried not to listen, but because of his power he was able to hear Sabrina even though the condo was separated by a good wall. At of irritation, Nathaniel decided to intervene. He teleported to her door and knocked it. Sabrina, startled of the knocked, opened the door to find a handsome young man with an otherworldly aura. "You know, I cannot sleep. Your voice is quite loud." his voice was cold. Nathaniel saw a lady wearing a long sleeve and has gloves in her hands, with shades on, facial mask on her face, holding a comb as her microphone, hair is messy despite having a cap covering her head. Her face was totally covered. Nonetheless, she is like a messed-up girl. Sabrina looked at him, surprised. Her day had been quite tough, and her only stress reliever was to sing tonight. "Oh, am I not allowed to just relieve? My mom told me dumb, my management told me I suck in dancing." she replied, her eyes are red from crying. "Even just for this singing, I even suck. Oh, but thank you, I am having a tough day." As they continue to collide in unexpected ways, a strange connection begins to form.

Pumpkin Gabriel is sixteen, nearly seventeen, and stuck in a life that feels like it was built to break him. Towering and awkward, he’s covered head to toe in angry acne that won’t let him forget how invisible — or worse, disgusting — he thinks he is. Living in a cramped Romanian apartment with his K-pop-obsessed little sister and barely supervised by a grandma who pops in from time to time, Gabriel’s only comfort is laughter — even if it’s cruel. So when his sister blasts her favorite boy group and gushes over their perfect faces and dreamy voices, Gabriel does what he does best: mocks it all. Calls it “Chinese noise,” laughs at the synchronized dancing, rolls his eyes until his sister slams the door in his face and says the one thing that sticks harder than he thought it would: “I wish I never had a brother.” He shrugs it off… until he doesn’t. A walk to the store turns into something else. Something that changes everything — and Gabriel wakes up not in Romania, not in his own skin, but in the body of someone who looks like everything he’s ever hated himself for not being. Perfect...

Time, as it always does, moved on. Months turned to seasons, and eventually, a year passed. There was no word from Tae or Sechan. But Kwon and Jungwon stayed close, focused on their studies, building a quiet, stable world of their own. They learned how to live with the ghosts of yesterday — or at least, how to keep them in the background. Jungwon decided it was time to move. His apartment — too full of memories and silence — had started to suffocate him. His father had sent some money from abroad, and he thought it was the perfect time for a change. Kwon didn't know Jungwon lived alone. He had always assumed he stayed with relatives. That illusion shattered the day he visited and saw how empty and quiet the place truly was. "You live alone?" Kwon had asked, shocked. "Yeah," Jungwon admitted simply. Kwon didn't like it. It didn't sit well with him at all. When Jungwon mentioned wanting to move, Kwon's shoulders eased in relief. "What if we shared the new place?" he asked carefully. "That's fine with me… but what about your grandma?" Jungwon asked. "What if we move in with her? Into a bigger apartment?" Jungwon suggested. Kwon smiled. "If that's okay with you…" "It is," Jungwon replied with a gentle smile. It took weeks of searching, planning, and saving — but they eventually found the perfect apartment. A quiet corner of the city, peaceful and just far enough from the noise of their past. They moved in together. Life felt lighter. Jungwon smiled as he arranged his things. They were finally free. No one knew where they lived now — not even his father, and certainly not Tae or Sechan. They had left those haunted homes behind — and the people they once waited for. Two Years Later Graduation came, and with it, a peaceful end to that phase of life. Jungwon and Kwon had grown stronger, steadier, grounded in the world they built together. But the past, as always, had its own plans. Back in Korea, Sechan stood on the balcony of his new house. He was no longer a student — he was now the CEO of Light Corps. Tae, too, had returned from the U.S., inheriting his father's company, Yosan Industries. They had both tried — countless times — to reach out. But the numbers no longer worked. In desperation, they visited Jungwon and Kwon's old apartment buildings, only to hear the same thing from neighbors: "They moved out… almost two years ago." The guards reported the news to them. Tae sat in his office late into the night, staring at an old photo of Kwon. A candid shot from school — Kwon laughing with his hair caught in the wind. "Did you do this on purpose?" he whispered. "Running away from me…" He touched the image, eyes misty. "I told you I'd come back. And here I am. But since you ran away… I'll find you again. No matter what it takes." Miles away, Sechan stood alone in his quiet home, the same report ringing in his ears. He gave a soft, broken smile. "I knew I was late. But you didn't have to hide like this… Guess he's happy he'll never have to see me again." He looked out the window, the city lights blurring in his vision. "But I'm not giving up." And somewhere, in a quiet apartment full of warmth and books and shared laughter, Kwon and Jungwon continued living — unaware of the footsteps drawing closer. The room was dim, cloaked in soft shadows. The only sound was the quiet hum of the night breeze brushing against the slightly open window. Kwon lay on his side, curled beneath the blanket, eyes wide open even though his body begged for sleep. But sleep wouldn't come — not tonight. As he stared at the ceiling, Tae's face drifted into his mind like a ghost refusing to fade. His eyes. That quiet confidence. The warmth that once made Kwon's chest flutter. He shut his eyes tightly. "I just hope you're okay… and that you've moved on," Kwon whispered silently in his heart, too afraid to say the words aloud. "It was just a crush, right? Just high school foolishness…" he told himself. "It's be

No.....she whispered. Before she could react, she was pulled toward an empty cage. The metal door opened, and she was shoved inside. She stumbled, catching herself against the cold bars. “You can’t do this. You can’t—” The door slammed shut behind her. “Prepare her,” one man barked. “Auction starts in ten.” A woman entered—beautiful, soulless eyes, carrying folded clothes and a black blindfold. “I suggest you cooperate,” the woman said calmly. “The others didn’t, and you don’t want to end up like them.” Diana didn’t move at first. But she didn’t fight either. She was numb. They changed her into a barely-there silk dress—dark red, almost like blood. Then tied the blindfold back over her eyes. She heard the other girls being led out. Then her turn came. She was hauled back to her feet and led through another narrow hallway. Voices grew louder. Music echoed faintly. She was on display now. She didn’t need sight to feel the eyes crawling over her skin. When they ripped the blindfold off, she was already standing in a glass cage. The spotlight hit her first—hot, humiliating. Her cage was positioned in the center of an elevated platform. Surrounding her in a perfect ring were masked men in tuxedos and shadowed faces. Power oozed from their silence. Money gleamed from their watches. Diana’s breath came in short, clipped bursts. An announcer’s voice sliced through the air. “Lot 7B,” he began. “Age twenty-two. Beautiful. Educated. Fiery temper, and as of this morning... untamed.” Laughter rose from the crowd. Her stomach turned. “Let’s begin bidding at twenty million.” “Twenty-five,” someone called. “Thirty.” “Forty-five.” “Sixty.” The number rose with every breath. Diana gripped the bars of the cage, heart slamming against her ribs. Then came a pause. A silence that rang louder than any noise. And then—calm, deep, distinct: “Four hundred million.”

"It’s a blood-soaked second chance filled with secrets, survival, and betrayal. But this time, I’m not the prey, because I’m the Grim Reaper dressed as a player." Thanks to a drunk little fairy named Pokolo. Her idea of revenge? “Bite your ex. She forgot to mention one tiny detail: If I got swatted before the 24-hour curse was up, I’d die. Not just as a mosquito. For real. Permanently. Guess how that went. I died. Out of guilt...or maybe because fairies fear karma, Pokolo pulled one last trick. She hurled my soul into another world into another body. I woke up gasping in a hospital bed, drenched in blood. A New face. New scars. Name: Lucien Malric Moreaux. Billionaire. Recluse. Shot and dead. Then the system booted up in my head. Cold text in my mind, offering upgrades, skills, even life-saving interventions. But every benefit came with a price: mission, deadlines, moral gray zones. Fail, and it’s game over. Now I’m trapped in a world that wants Lucien dead, where boardrooms are battlegrounds, smiles hide daggers, and every second breath might be my last. I have no idea who to trust. Everyone has an angle. Enemies in friendly mask. But one woman keeps piercing through the noise— Dr. Arno Theryn Solace. She stitched my broken body back together with those steady hands… and somehow started stitching my soul, too. She doesn’t know who I really am, and I have no business wanting her. But I do.

"Norvin Veldman, a talented cosplay designer with a photographic memory, unwittingly stumbles upon a mysterious entity born from the Akashic Record. This ancient being, drawn to Norvin, bonds with him and transforms him into a 'Cosmic Curator'. As the entity awakens Norvin's latent psychic powers, his latest cosplay project, the 'Hero Holodex' Smartwatch, becomes a reality. With this newfound technology, Norvin can channel his energies to become many of his childhood heroes! The sub-body of the Record charges Norvin with an epic task: to restore its original form, which has been shattered into five parts, each representing one of the five super classes that once thrived in the universe: Metas, Psychics, Super Armorers, Magicians, and Super Pugilists. With the help of his friends Edward and Huey, Norvin sets out to unravel the mystery of the other Curators and why the boundaries between the five universes are beginning to collapse. As Norvin embarks on his quest to unite the fragmented universe, he must navigate treacherous landscapes, battle formidable foes, and confront his own destiny as a hero. Will he be able to mend the tears in reality and become the savior of the multiverse?"

After being betrayed by the man she thought she’d marry and got cheated on by her long-time boyfriend Mirae Kim escapes the noise of the city and her shattered heart. One rainy night, an unexpected car accident leads her into the arms of a mysterious stranger, an older, cold yet alluring man who offers her shelter. A single night of vulnerability turns into something she never imagined. She walks away without knowing his name, unaware that the man who comforted her is none other than Elian Jung, a reclusive billionaire and was the estranged uncle of her ex. When fate throws them back together through an arranged marriage, she’s forced to confront the man she thought she could forget, and a secret that could destroy both their reputations. But what happens when the cold ajussi who doesn’t believe in love begins to fall for the woman who never expected to trust again?

Daniel sat near his leather chair and looked at himself on the dark TV. There was no noise in the apartment apart from the occasional traffic rumbling around his window. "I feel so much love for my girlfriend," he said quietly, barely heard over the silence, "but she sees her best friend as a man." What is there for me to do?" The question had been bothering him for weeks and wouldn’t leave him alone. He figured Cindy wouldn’t be able to relate to how he was feeling. She was sure of herself, did her own thing, and stood up for her friendships all the time. If Daniel tried to act too possessively, it always seemed to smother her, so he tried to be more patient. However, the doubt refused to leave, making a difficult time in his life even worse. He took his phone and looked through his list of contacts, spinning the wheel over her name. How could he react? How was it possible for him to share his doubts without being demanding or childish? Once Daniel had put the phone down, he leaned back and closed his eyes. It occurred to him many times: What should he do?

Max Hall's life is a collection of missing pieces. His parents, vanished. His girlfriend, gone without a word. His own future, a casualty of mediocrity and grief. He's not living; he's just waiting for the end credits. The story changes on a day like any other. A glitch in his vision. A shimmering, holographic interface materializes, offering an absurd proposition: skills, talents, genius... for cash. It's the kind of thing you'd see in a bad video game, an insultingly simple solution to a life of complex pain. On a desperate whim, he cashes in his last few dollars for a shot. A beginner's talent in financial analysis. Suddenly, the chaotic noise of the stock market becomes a symphony he can conduct. A few dollars become a fortune. A fortune becomes an empire. In a rush of stolen knowledge, he masters sciences, arts, and industries overnight. The world sees a titan, a phantom prodigy rewriting the rules of success. But Max sees only a means to an end. The wealth isn't for a life of luxury. It's for an investigation on a scale no government could sanction, a private war against the silence that swallowed his life. He's pulling at the threads of a simple missing persons case, but what begins to unravel is a conspiracy that defies logic. The clues lead him away from cold cases and towards impossible artifacts. They hint at forgotten histories and fringe sciences that shouldn't work, but do. He realizes he isn't just looking for a kidnapper. He's on a collision course with a truth that will not only explain what happened to his family, but will rewrite the rules of reality itself. And the System, his ticket out of mediocrity, might just be the most terrifying clue of all.

This story is kind of based on the Arthurian legend. ******* He was called many things. Bastard, the False King, The Traitor, Treacherous Knight. Sir Mordred was a villain, one who according to the prophecy of the grand wizard Merlin, would destroy the kingdom of King Arthur Pendragon. And he did but at the cost of his life. As he lay dying on the bloody ground of Camlann after the mighty clash between him and Arthur, a bloody tear fell down his face. All he wanted was to be acknowledged by his father but all the things he did eventually led to disaster. Now with death’s cold hands grasping him, he hoped for a short peace before the fiery rings of hell. But that was not the end of his journey. ******* “Hold up.” “What is that infernal noise?” “Oh my goodness! It's driving me crazy! And it's not stopping!” Mordred sprang awake, slamming his fist on the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. 'What in Merlin's Beard is happening!?', he thought when he realized something. Well, a lot of things. First of all. How the heck is he alive? Second. What is a digital alarm? That's when memories that didn't belong to him flooded his head. They felt familiar but everything was wrong. How the heck is Morgan Le Fay his sister? She was his aunt! And how is the wizard Merlin so young! “Oh. I get it now”. He, Sir Mordred has been reborn in the body of a different version of himself, in a modern and futuristic world where he is the youngest son of Arthur Pendragon. But even in this world, He is the hated son of the High King. "Now what?", Mordred realized that the world he is in now is different from his previous one, with the only familiar details being the names of the people he knew. “Oh? Are you still reading?” Mordred smiled, looking at the readers. “Well, how about you join me on this new crazy journey in a crazy new world of heroes, villains, monsters, and even gods?” “Are you ready?” "Let's go!" ********************************************** The story is loosely based on the Arthurian legend. I am only using the popular names but the plot is different. The story is purely fictional with a few things from the actual legend being incorporated along with some stuff from other popular works. The characters may have different personalities from the original ones from the legend. There will also be names that may seem quite familiar as well. The cover image doesn't belong to me. Please check out my other work: The First Deviation.

I was born invisible. Not weak. Not strong. Just… unseen. No one called my name. No one stopped to ask if I was okay. I was the background noise of a world that only cared about power, titles, and destiny. And when the Tower appeared—black, colossal, hovering in the sky—it changed everything. Awakening screens descended. Skills were granted. Ranks assigned. Heroes rose overnight. I got nothing. [Rank: F] [Skill: None] [Title: None] No second chance. No secret talent. Just a system stamp declaring me worthless. While others became legends, I stayed behind—sweeping streets, watching the world from the sidelines. Until one night… a second screen appeared. [You have been chosen.] [Monarch System Activated.] Not a normal system. Not something given to everyone. Something darker. Older. Meant for those long forgotten. I don’t know what this Monarch System wants. I don’t know why I was chosen. But if this world turns life into a game, then I’ll rewrite the rules. I may have started as an extra. But I’ll climb that Tower. I’ll carve my name into the sky. Even if I have to die a thousand times— I’ll save everyone. Thank you everyone for reading the book. Just a massage for you.. I'll also upload this story at Royal Road and also in TAPAS.

"Man, I just wanted to be a quiet little spiritual puppeteer and a low level spiritual planter… not the boss of a damn dungeon!” Liam Adhart woke up in a ruthless cultivation world with a single goal: stay out of trouble, build puppets to protect himself, and live under the radar. Instead? A mysterious Dungeon System binds to his soul. Floors start forming. Monsters appear. Treasures spawn. And cultivators, greedy, bloodthirsty, and powerful, come running. Liam didn’t ask for this. He’s not trying to rise to power. He’s not trying to challenge sects or shake the heavens. But with every trap he sets and every intruder he defeats, the dungeon grows stronger, and so does his legend. Now the world thinks he's some hidden ancient, a secret ruler behind the scenes. And no matter how much he tries to keep things quiet… the dungeon keeps making noise. Low-key? Not a chance. And honestly…? He might be starting to like the chaos. A hilarious, action-packed ride where cultivation meets dungeon-building, and one unlucky guy gets dragged to the top, one screaming floor at a time. [Ah yes, the host can use the monster strength at will for your own uses] "Even the world bosses?" [Precisely] "Neat! Hahahaha!"

Retaliation of the Psychopath Ten years ago, Tokyo housed one of the largest meat distribution markets in the nation — a booming industry that fed millions and provided steady income to thousands of workers, especially young part-timers just trying to get by. The system worked. The market thrived. Until a mysterious animal-borne virus began to spread. Business declined. Panic set in. Profits crashed. But then, just as quickly as it fell… the market mysteriously recovered. No explanation. No cure. Yet behind that sudden recovery, something was terribly wrong. Every single part-timer hired that year vanished without a trace. No bodies were found. No names were mentioned. No headlines made noise. The authorities buried the reports. The companies stayed silent. And the market — somehow — stayed stable. A decade later, the city has forgotten. But one survivor has not. Takeshi, the lone part-timer who escaped that bloody year, returns — and he's not looking for answers. He’s looking for revenge. Beneath Tokyo’s neon glow, a silent war begins — between one man and the industry that turned workers into meat. ---

In a world where cursed blades whisper and the weight of sound can shatter a mind, Aethon, a tormented warrior bound to the sentient and bloodthirsty Reaper’s Fang, a sword that is created for the sheding of blood struggles to retain his crumbling sanity.wanting to bend him to its will, as it had done with his other predecessor. Every noise is agony, every whisper from the blade a seductive call to violence. When a moment of near-madness threatens to consume him in a crowded village square,chaos, having tame the sword he will confront a harrowing truth to survive, he may have to surrender to the very thing that gives him an edge over his enemies him.

Elara moves through life like a ghost adrift in the noise and chaos of the world, yet untouched by any of it. Her thoughts weigh heavy, her voice barely a whisper, and she feels like a puzzle piece that doesn’t belong anywhere. A loner and a quiet thinker, she retreats into books and the pages of her journal, aching for connection but paralyzed by the fear of being seen and rejected. She’s spent years keeping others at arm’s length, convinced her inner world is too much, too strange, too fragile to share, Elara is pulled into a connection a slow, painful unraveling of the walls she’s built, forced to confront the loneliness she’s wrapped around herself like armor.. The Quiet In-Between is a story of aching solitude, quiet transformation, and the courage it takes to let another soul close enough to truly see you. It’s about finding meaning in the stillness and strength in the parts of ourselves we’ve always tried to hide.

1981. Small-town nobodies. No label. No future. Just noise. Until the sound hit. Gritty. Wild. Untamed. The band Saints was born in a garage no one believed in. But when their music explodes onto the underground scene, they go from local outcasts to the face of a revolution. Arena tours, magazine covers, screaming fans it’s all happening fast. But the world of rock isn’t just glory. It’s pressure. It’s betrayal. It’s control. As industry giants close in and rival bands circle like vultures, staying true to the music might be the hardest gig of all. This is our story. How we broke the rules. How we changed everything. How we became legends. We weren’t made for fame. We forged it. This series contains mature themes including drug use, alcohol abuse, strong language, and adult lifestyles reflective of the 1980s rock scene. Depictions of sex, while referenced, are non-explicit and fade to black. Reader discretion is advised.

Silent Noise For the past five years, people have been going missing - in the most mysterious way. It always starts the same. They begin to lose their minds. Not gradually - suddenly. Violently. They rant about a noise only they can hear. But they insist... it's not just noise. They describe it as a melody - strange and haunting. Piano chords layered with birdsong, ocean waves crashing, and, oddly, the crackle of chains - like someone imprisoned. And then, a hum. A low, slow hum... like a prisoner singing to himself in the dark. But the hum is unsettling. Beautiful... but wrong. Like Lucifer humming a lullaby to his master before the fall. They say it draws you in like a siren's call. Sweet. Hypnotic. Irresistible. Until it doesn't stop. Until it becomes constant. Then it becomes noise. A maddening one. Worse than any alarm - like an emergency call you can't ignore. Ring. Ring. Will you answer it? That beautiful, cursed sound that only you can hear? Or will you let it ring... let it drive you mad? Because once you hear it... it never stops. And no one else can hear it. So they pick up the call, whispering: "I can hear you... I'm not mad... or am I?" Some sob. Some chuckle. And then they follow the sound - into the unknown. They never return. No bodies. No signs of death. Just madness... and a strange melody. Doctors call it insanity. All medical reports show the same signs: Auditory hallucinations. Psychological breakdown. Patients are declared unstable, admitted, treated... And then - they vanish. It's been five years. Ten people gone. No trace. No clues. Just the same mysterious melody. The media calls it a hoax. The police call it a prank. "Kids being kids," they say. Excuses. Lies. Silence. And then one day... it stopped. No more madness. No more disappearances. No more sound. That was the day Isabella Eric came to Edenville. A town drowning in secrets. A girl with a life far from perfect. A past she barely understands. But her arrival is no accident. She doesn't know it yet - but Isabella has a connection to the Silent Noise. A deep one. A dangerous one. What is her purpose in Edenville? What ties her to the missing people? Will she face the melody? Will love save her... or destroy her? Find out in SILENT NOISE.

I was just a normal guy once;quiet, calm, and focused. But then came the crew: Verde, Josiah, Aurelius,Bertinus, Derrick, Delvin… the so-called “legends” of badness in our school. We skipped classes, broke rules, watched the filthiest things, and chased the wildest girls. I became one of them. I lost myself in the noise. Until one night, something strange happened. A random click… a Bible app downloaded itself to my phone. Since then, something’s been stirring inside me. Every choice I make seems to affect a hidden counter—one that tracks my spirit rank. From C-Rank… can I really climb to SSS-Rank by avoiding sin and temptation? This is my journey. A journey of inner battles, hidden temptations, fake friends, and unexpected divine encounters. I’m Elric Thorns. And this is my path to redemption.

Lyra is a headstrong seemingly human in a world of sidhe,with the minor ability to sense magic, she has an overbearing mother who treats her like glass as she is autistic and gets overwhelmed with people and noises. one day she is invited to a ball for the changing of seasons by the sidhe queen, but as she steps through the portal a power unlike any she had felt before surges though her

She used to be the part of the world above the clouds, where her smile concealed a thousands expectations and her name opened doors. However, pride-based empires fall apart without warning. Nyara Lioren is also given to the option of a marriage written in ink rather than love when her father's legacy crumbles under scandal and betrayal. Rian Ashford is a person who signed that. Once, under sky full of cherry blossoms, she whispered her heart to that boy. Now will she sign her name beside the man who left her broken under the falling petals? The tale of the girl who lost everything, aside from the heart that would never forget, is one of the fallen grace. Noise doesn't break some hearts. Some simply flourish in the quiet that no one ever hears.

Overworked. Underslept. Emotionally bankrupt. That was Selene Mira—an introverted interior designer in her late twenties who barely had time to breathe, let alone live. When she unexpectedly keels over from burnout (who knew coffee wasn’t a food group?), Selene wakes up in an unidentified magical world full of floating islands, spell-wielding sheep, and villagers who think smartphones are cursed artifacts. But there's a twist: She didn’t get magic. She got Amazon. Well, not exactly. But a dimensional shopping platform that delivers anything she wants—from pepper spray to noise-cancelling earbuds—paired with a freakishly fast learning ability and a sarcastic little ring that dings in her head every time she gains a new skill. Armed with nothing but modern gadgets, dry humor, and a desperate need for personal space, Selene sets out to live the slowest, quietest, and most introvert-friendly life possible in a world that keeps trying to turn her into the main character of an epic fantasy saga. Too bad fate—and fantasy tropes—have other plans.