Zoro Knife

In a world auctioned off to the gods, humanity became nothing but entertainment. Dungeons appeared, monsters roamed, and every survivor received a System Panel to broadcast their rise or fall. While heroes earned millions of followers, he remained invisible—watched only by a single, silent god: Chaos. With nothing but a trembling knife and one hidden audience, he must level up in a world where fame means power… and obscurity means death.

In front of a crowd, the classic "broken engagement" trope unfolded. Gu Feng smiled faintly and took out a golden abacus. "That certain someone, I don’t mind you breaking off the engagement. However, you’ll have to pay me compensation." "At three years and one month old, I secretly fed you a piece of jerky. The meat itself wasn’t worth much, but the seasoning on it was expensive—100 spirit stones." "At three years and two months old, I gave you a wooden knife. This blade was carved over ten years by a master craftsman—1,000 spirit stones." "..." "On top of that, you also owe me compensation for emotional damages over the past 15 years and the next 10,000 years, totaling..." "And for those times I kissed you..." --- Support me on www.patreon.com/c/AnubisTL and Read Ahead!

The world has gone through a drastic change. People are blessed with heaven's blessings and are born with abilities. In this vast world, there are different persons fighting within themselves for different reasons. Aoki Arata - Ability unknown. Said to be the strongest. Weaker than the boss. Arsenal - space manipulation. Serves the boss. The boss -??? The battle that shook the gods, begins now! This story moves through different time periods and the characters, story setting, and everything else changes from generation to generation. The first generation is just a prologue.

He become great and gained the tittle " Prince of Combat" through his excellent upbringing and family background... She was an orphaned taken in reluctantly and achieve top ranks through her sheer perseverance only to be dragged down by her bias Master... The first time they meet, they dueled. He was fascinated by her cold and merciless fighting techniques... She scorned him for his excellent techniques that can only learned from the elites which cost millions of dollars to even glimpse... The moment her knife left a cut on his face sealed their fate to be together.

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

In a post-apocalyptic world where multiple energy systems coexist, a group of game players obsessed with endless grinding emerges. Every day when Cheng Shaofeng wakes up, his first goal is to make this world… a little more like a video game. [Clone Production Chamber], [Loot Generator], [Attribute Conversion Tower], [Smartwatch Communication Station]… Toxic knife storms cutting through zombies, the Black Skeleton Legion employing the classic “Besiege Wei to Rescue Zhao” strategy, and storm totems automatically grinding tentacles… one creative player move after another. Flame Assault Troopers, Summoning Mystics, Whirlwind Dancers, Dual-Pistol Tacticians, Celestial Archons… with hundreds of unique professions created. The players exclaim: “This game is so grind-heavy! I find new materials every day!” “There are tens of thousands of skill combinations, and I can even learn skills from random passersby. I’m going to max out the skill wall at the base!” “Enough talk, the Lord just announced a new map has opened. I’m going to speedrun the dungeon and write a guide for the others to farm it!” “The world boss has appeared, everyone, let’s grind it together!” Watching the players grind until their eyes turn red, Cheng Shaofeng shrugs: “You can see for yourself, it’s not that I want to rule the apocalypse—it’s just that they can’t stop grinding!”

Born as the fourth prince of a decaying empire, Wu An was raised to be brilliant, polite—and irrelevant. Cast aside by his brothers and ignored by his warlord father, he wore his mask well: the quiet scholar, the forgotten son. But when a strange light drags him from his modern world into a twisted imperial court filled with ancient rites and fractured thrones, he awakens in a body shaped for power—and vengeance. To survive the throne room is to master the battlefield. To win the war is to become a monster. When war erupts in the north, Wu An unleashes a brutal campaign of subterfuge and slaughter. But beneath every victory lies something far more terrifying—visions of monks with bone-bead rosaries, scriptures written in blood, and gods that do not belong to this world. At the heart of the empire is a secret buried in ink and ash, and behind every smile in the capital, a knife waits.

[WSA Entry 2025] I was betrayed in my first life. A cripple, broken and discarded— I died after catching the one I loved in bed with the only person I ever called a friend. That was the start of real torment. When I woke up, it was in another world. A goddess stood before me. She told me I could go back. Back to my world. Back to everything I lost. All I had to do… was play my part. The side character. And I did. I followed the script. Played my role to perfection. They hated me. Mocked me. Used me. Again and again. But I kept going. Because I believed her. Because I wanted to go home. Then one day, I found out. The hard way. It was all a lie. There was no going back. There never was. She used me. Again. Just like everyone else. Thrown away like trash once I outlived my usefulness. That was the day something inside me snapped. And so, I made a vow. I would take everything from her. I would enslave every single heroine she chose. And I would kill the hero she placed all her hopes on. If she wanted to protect this world… Then I would burn it down. But the more I tried, the more things started to change. And then one day— I found one of the heroines. One of the hero's yanderes I had enslaved. She stood there, trembling, a knife in her hand. “You’re not going anywhere,” she whispered, eyes wild. “I won’t let them have you. You belong to me.” ...What. The. Fuck. Is. Happening?!

“A man who wears a thousand faces. A past drenched in blood. And a future balanced on the edge of a knife.” Kenny, code-named FarFlame, is a master spy with unmatched combat skills, a face that changes with every mission, and a heart hidden behind layers of grief and vengeance. In a world ruled by unseen powers, shifting alliances, and devastating technology, he’s not just fighting enemies — he’s fighting fate itself. Each mission takes him deeper into the global underworld: from the deadly underground fighting rings of Mexico to the lush valleys of Bhutan, from espionage in Indian temples to gas warfare in China, and ultimately, into the twisted heart of betrayal that started it all. Alongside Kenny is Khushi, a fierce agent-turned-lover; Rael, his young apprentice with a mysterious gift; and a web of allies and traitors — like Lyna, the hacker whose final words echo across nations, and Dieogo, a warlord built from Kenny’s own legacy. But as secrets unravel, a terrifying truth rises: Kenny may not just be the hero… but the architect of everything.

After meeting an unfortunate death on earth, Sigrid unwillingly transmigrated into a novel world becoming Lady Sigrid Thorin the unwanted wife of the crown prince. She resigned herself to her fate and set a goal to become the empress. But to become the future empress, she had to gain the heart of her husband_the foul tempered Prince Roland Maximus a man that loathed her and would sooner kill her than kiss her. While his heart was too thin for her to squeeze into, it was rather wide for the woman he brought home on returning from a three month expedition, a woman he had sworn to protect forever. The same woman Sigrid was on a mission to destroy, an irreconcilable enemy. With misunderstandings, scheming and jealousy, thus begun Sigrid's trials to win the heart of the man that had undeniably captivated her with his dazzling smile and her mission step over the fake female lead, be crowned empress and change her fate. Excerpt. "A knife to the throat of your husband that has just returned from war, what do you hope to accomplish crown princess?" Sigrid's eyes trailed down, to the silver blade pressed against her abdomen, she raised her head and laughed snidely. "A knife to the belly of your wife as soon as you return from war, other men start by saying, honey i am home. They also don't bring home unwanted canaries as presents for their wives." Roland leaned down with a part smug and part angry smoldering look in his eyes. It was if he wished to set her on fire, and not in the passionate way. "Honey i am home." he slowly said, dragging the words out. Sigrid trailed the knife slowly over his neck, almost as if she was caressing it with her fingers. "Welcome back, i hope you don't mind but i intend to kill that canary. If you want to bring me a gift next time, try gold and diamonds. I can also accept you, just wrap a ribbon around your bare chest."

Death was supposed to be the end. It wasn't. He had conquered the martial world as the legendary Blood God Energy—a master strategist whose name struck fear into enemies across the land. But even legends fall when those closest to them drive the knife deepest. Betrayed by the very lord he served, he died thinking his story was over. He was wrong. Reborn as Aslan, the fifteen-year-old crown prince of the fallen Maran Kingdom, he awakens to find his royal blood has become a death sentence. Enslaved by the very nobles who destroyed his homeland, he's thrust into the brutal gladiatorial arenas—not for glory or freedom, but for their twisted entertainment. They don't just want him to die; they want to preserve his corpse as a trophy, a taxidermied reminder of a kingdom's extinction. But they've made one fatal miscalculation. The body may be that of a scrawny prince, but the mind belongs to a master who has crawled back from death itself. In a world where energy flows like raging storms and survival depends on both blade and cunning, Aslan must forge an unlikely mercenary group from fellow outcasts—the one-armed, the one-eyed, and the cursed. Armed with memories of two lifetimes and an unbreakable will to live on his own terms, he'll transform from prey to predator. Because this time, he won't just survive the game of power and betrayal. He'll rewrite the rules entirely. In a world that sees him as nothing more than entertainment, how far will a dead man walking go to reclaim his throne?

Seventeen-year-old Zephyr Ardent thought his biggest worry was a lost scholarship—until a blood-red lunar eclipse turned his life into a nightmare. A clandestine biotech ambush fused ancient vampire rituals and wolf-spirit DNA into his veins, granting him savage strength and an insatiable thirst he can barely control. Hunted by the aristocratic Nightshade Covenant and stalked by the honor-bound Silverfang Pack, Zephyr must learn to master his new, lethal gifts before they destroy him—and everyone he loves. Every predatory impulse threatens to betray his secret to classmates, drag his single mother into deadly politics, and drive a knife between him and his only family. As the city teeters on the brink of supernatural war, Zephyr must decide: embrace the beast within and fight for his humanity… or be consumed by the darkness that courses through his blood.

Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital. ------ Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital. ------ Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, "Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions." Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, "Watch your mouth." ------ Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50. Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, "Are you even Chinese?" Fu Yang is defiant, "Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?" Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished. Isn't she a walking dictionary? ------ Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos. However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him. And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone. But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, "Let go." Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.

Oops! The foolish real young master had run away!!! The title of the book… Micah had everything anyone could possibly envy, a gentle mother, a supportive father, and two doting older sisters. His family business dominated the capital with its high-technology products, and he was raised with a silver spoon from birth. Life was perfect. Until one day everything crumbled when a young man appeared, claiming to be the real young master. The classic case of swapped at birth… Panicked and heartbroken, Micah, the fake heir, fought desperately to hold onto his family and fortune. From Bad-mouthing and spreading rumours to initiating misplaced hatred toward the real young master, he plotted financial pitfalls and implicated his family business in progress. Not to mention his backstabbing and selling the classified information to a rival company. “What the actual f..?” Micah stared at the book, seething with anger. He was practically a villain out of a melodrama. He would never be like that! Which vengeful ghost had written this book?! “Where is my knife?!” He needed to show this so-called author the true meaning of vengeance! Even if he couldn’t get his hands on him, at the very least, he could undermine all the nonsense that was written in his book! Whether would he really be this mentally handicapped as described in the book remained a mystery, but please could someone explain the rest of the book to him? Those madmen! Those Degenerated Gongs! How could they torment the cheerful sunny Shou and twist him into an obedient meek little puppet just to satisfy their sick desires?! “I, Micah Ramsy, swear to protect my new brother from those psychos and hungry wolves!” Thus begins the journey of the fake heir, hell-bent on keeping those scums away from his sweet brother.

In a world where Light Fairies stand for justice, Love Fairies spark romance, and Dark Fairies feed, destroy, and generally make a mess of things—Veravos doesn’t quite fit in. As a Dark Fairy, he’s expected to join the war effort under Queen Judorah’s rule, tearing down the world for reasons that mostly sound like bad management and unnecessary paperwork. But Veravos? He’d rather be left alone to brood dramatically in his woods, avoid extroverts, and maybe—just maybe—become human someday. Then Scarlette crashes—literally—into his life. She’s a rogue Love Fairy with forbidden magic, sharp opinions, and a mysterious emerald she insists on using as a kitchen knife. Hunted by her own kind, she might be Veravos’s key to uncovering ancient secrets tied to the Light Kingdom… or the beginning of his downfall. Together, they’ll clash, bargain, and uncover truths neither of them is ready for. But when love turns lethal and darkness isn’t the worst thing chasing them, they’ll have to decide: will they rewrite their destinies, or become casualties in someone else’s war? Told through Veravos’s dry, sarcastic voice, The Dark Fairy King is a sharp-tongued fantasy filled with reluctant alliances, chaotic magic, and unexpected heart.

The Mayan ceremonial dagger had an inscription in the ancient language that read: "Offer thy heart". It's obviously an instruction left by the past inhabitants of this forgotten place, but who would be stupid enough to stab himself in the heart with a rusty old knife found inside a tombstone? After activating my battery pack the dagger shimmers brightly in a cyan light, the creatures are coming, I can hear their steps. 'It's do or die.'

The man I once loved the most Sebastian, the youngest judge in history was the one who sentenced me to prison. Three years behind bars stripped me of everything: my pride, my future, and the life I once knew. When I was finally released, I had nothing left. My family had fallen, and with nowhere to go, I was forced to survive as a bar hostess. Then fate twisted the knife. Sebastian walked back into my life colder, more ruthless than ever. His eyes darkened as they raked over my skimpy uniform. Gripping my waist, he growled, "Gloria, who gave you permission to work in a place like this?" I gave him a sultry smile, masking the ache inside. "Buy a bottle, sir… and I’m all yours tonight."

The day I made a solemn vow to seek revenge against the person who had murdered my parents became the turning point that altered the course of my entire life and changed everything about the person I used to be. Can't wait for him to kiss the tip of my knife.....but he is a damn handsome non human, strong enough to shake a entire village. What had parent done to deserve this?

In a world where strength is within everyone’s grasp, where it’s stolen, bought, fought for, two friends clawed their way to the top—only to discover they were still too weak. Defeated and out of time, they gambled everything on one desperate act: a return to the beginning. But the past isn’t so easily rewritten. Their memories are gone, their power reset—all that remained was a rough plan, the burning need to rise again, and prayers. Follow Theon as his once-familiar surroundings twist into something beyond reality, exposing him to a surreal world of cultivation that had thrived under his nose all along. Leaving him with a single choice. Survive or perish. Adapt or die. But for Theon, this is nothing new, the knife’s edge between life and oblivion. He’ll simply survive, just like he always has. Broken. Reforged. Betrayed and betrayer. He has experienced it all in the crucible of reality. And this time is no different. And in a never-done-before twist, you can follow the perspective of both protagonists. Check out Bearer of The Shattered Crowns: Futility’s Grace, written by my co-author CatOfSparks. Neither realizes their paths are already tangled—by choices they haven’t made yet. Will their second chance forge legends—or repeat their downfall? Current Chapter Upload Schedule: 3+ per week (planned to increase) Discord for Joint Verse: coming soon!

They sent me to Haeven’s End – a decaying shithole town choked by permanent Fog – to find out why five government investigators vanished. Should’ve been simple. Uncover the rot beneath the surface, write the exposé, collect my paycheck. Fuck the countryside. Fuck the Fog that tastes like static and moves wrong. Fuck the locals with their rehearsed lies and eyes that slide away like oil. But this town… it’s got teeth buried deep. That Fog ain’t weather. It’s hungry. The church with its spire like a stone knife? Murals that itch behind your eyes? And the silence… Christ, the silence weighs more than the mist. They told me the investigators finished their work and left. Bullshit. Something ancient sleeps here, wrapped in grey. Something that watches. Now the static’s in my blood. The whispers make sense. And the Fog? It knows my name. Truth’s my trade, but some truths crack your world open and let the dark pour in. Finding out why they vanished might cost more than my story. It might cost what’s left of me. Welcome to Haeven’s End. Don’t stay after curfew.

"Do you think you can escape the devil?" A loud scream was heard after the person shot the knees of the man who was tied to a chair. "Stop staring at me" yn said . "What if I say, I don't want to". "Such a shameless person"..... " I was never a saint baby, neither will I be" "I said lift up your thighs....I will not repeat" "No, I-I please- I am sorry".... After running for straight 15mins , my lungs started contracting, suddenly I am unable to breathe and my legs trembling with such force that it's impossible to run anymore. my hands?...can't move it!..... my legs?.....tied!..... me?.......trapped!....... I feel something cool and metal against my inner thighs making me realize the unmistakable touch of a knife. He slowly drags the blade up my thigh, the sharp edge sending shivers through my body. I feel, I know, I am aware that am trapped by him. "Little Foxy," he says again, softer now, but there's a bite beneath it, a warning. "You shouldn't have run." What will happen when you cross your path with the most unhinged person you ever met in your life? Will you be able to escape the devil's cage? ...... read if you wanna know your future

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.

"In every age of darkness, when fear grips hearts and hope begins to fade, one warrior rises—not for glory, not for praise, but to crush the storm before it swallows the world. He doesn’t run from the fire. He becomes it." _________ "There's a 15-year-old boy named Edlin who finds himself lying on the ground, injured, but when he gets up, he can't remember anything except his name EDLIN.He's wearing torn pants, carrying a sword and a knife, and has a strange tattoo mark on his stomach. And to top it all, someone has stabbed him from behind with a knife". "And now, Edlin embarks on a journey to discover who he is, who stabbed him, and why. But his quest is soon interrupted by a ferocious pack of wolves. Weary and wounded, Edlin must summon all his strength to survive this deadly encounter. Will he be able to protect himself and unravel the mysteries of his past? Read on to find out..." Edlin ( The conqueror )

Time froze for a moment as he took a deep breath looking deep into her eyes. His throat bobbed. He never realized all these years how he thirsted for her. But he knew... More than anyone that she was off limits. She's his best friend's little sister and at the same time his little brother's best friend. "Ace and Jeremy are going to kill me..." he thought in defeat. But he didn't really care about that. What bothered him the most was that he knew that winter only saw him as a brother and that, to him, cuts deeper than a knife.

Maya Sinclair had it all — power, beauty, a kingdom at her feet. Until the night her world cracked wide open. Betrayal wasn’t whispered. It screamed — from her best friend’s knife in the back, her boyfriend’s dark secret, and her father’s cold replacement. She didn’t break. She became a weapon. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. And then came Eddie Thompson. Quiet. Obsessed. Dangerous. The one guy she couldn’t control. But Eddie’s not who he seems. There’s a ghost in his past — a tragedy wrapped in secrets and lies. When the truth surfaces, the lines between love and hate blur into something far more deadly. Because in this game of obsession and revenge, no one is innocent. No one is safe. And survival? It’s the only prize worth fighting for.

Sameer was killed by animal smugglers after he accidentally witnessed their illegal activities. While he was reporting them to the police, they stabbed him with a poisoned knife. After a long and painful struggle, he died — only to find himself transmitted in a world full of beasts and thrilling adventures: the world of beast taming. welcome to word of beasts taming

A realistic zombie apocalypse ------- The world ended without warning. No monsters. No mutations. Just the walking dead — and the unlucky survivors. When society collapsed, I lost everything. All I have left is my knife, my instincts... and the will to survive. This is my story. No superpowers. No systems. Just blood, death, and the fight to stay human in a world where people turn into monsters. If you're tired of overpowered protagonists, godlike powers, and evolution cheats — welcome to reality. The undead don't care who you were. Only what you're willing to do to keep breathing. My name is Alex. Today is Day 1. And it's already hell. ------ (Warning: Contains violence, gore, and dark themes. This is a gritty, grounded survival tale.) Add to your library if you want a non supernatural kind of apocalypse.

DEATH COULDN’T KILL HIM—IT JUST GAVE HIM A NEW LIFE TO DESTROY. Reo Carter was a name that made even the hardest killers shudder. A perfect hitman—no hesitation, no mercy. Until his own crew turned on him, leaving him bleeding out in a pile of bodies that used to be his enemies. But fate wasn’t done with him. He wakes up in a world of nobility, magic, and honor duels—trapped in the body of Leonhardt Caulem, the weakest, most useless son of Duke Caulem. A spoiled brat with no skill, no spine, and a reputation so pathetic that even servants look down on him. They think he’s weak? They have no idea who they just brought back. - Swords and magic? He spent his last life dodging bullets—this is child’s play. - Dueling etiquette? A knife in the ribs is the only honor that matters. - A noble’s life of luxury? He’s had enough backstabbing for one lifetime, thanks. He was once a ghost in the underworld—a man who didn’t exist. Now, in a world where strength is everything, he’s about to remind them what true fear looks like. The hitman is back. And this time, he’s aiming for something more. #NobleByDayKillerByNature #TheyBroughtBackTheWrongMan #FromHitmanToDuke #SayYourLastWords

Meet Yozora, the charming student council president with a love that’s as intense as it is terrifying. He's got a sharp smile, a dangerous edge, and a love for Momo that makes stalking look like a hobby. When Momo, an ordinary girl trying to avoid drama, accidentally becomes the center of his obsessive attention, things spiral from sweet gestures to… creepy behavior. Yozora’s “love” is full of flowers, threats, and knives—but all in the name of passion, right? Whether he’s writing her name on every scrap of paper he can find, cornering her with a knife in a back alley, or showing up uninvited just to remind her who she belongs to, Yozora isn’t going to let anything—or anyone—stand between him and his perfect girl. But Momo? She’s just trying to survive. Between dodging his unpredictable moods, refusing his advances, and desperately trying to keep her sanity intact, Momo has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. Can she survive his “love,” or will she fall victim to his twisted affection? Find out in this dark romance comedy where obsession is the ultimate love language—and Momo’s just trying not to get stabbed in the process. Warning: This book contains humor, romance, and seriously unhinged behavior. Read at your own risk—Yozora may just win you over. Or else.

Yuri Sworde, A guy with a loving mother and an abusive father. he doesn't really remember all the other details on his life but he died because he knew that he had already lost everything. he just cried it out to the world and blame it to the problems he had, which is also the day he is going to die. he was transmigrated into another world, the world of Verneville! he was just trying to sleep and process all the things that happened to him when he died and just trying to gather some logs for him to use as a fire wood but he got attacked by a wolf! he ended up killing it using the knife he created himself. [Condition: Kill a living being] [Sword Demon: The more you get covered by the blood of another living being that you killed yourself using a sword, the more stronger you will become.] "...gotta get used to it." most of the time, he was just expressionless, even when he was faced to his new friend, Death. even though he was thinking that he is going to die and he is sure that he can't do anything about it, he still remains expressionless. you can say he is nonchalant, yet he is very smart. [Welcome to the world of Verneville, a world field with mystic energy, magical discovery and sense of wonder!] [Enjoy your life to the fullest, Yuri Sworde!] (this novel contains a lot of brutal scenes, atleast for a minor readers. but I'm gonna try my best to create a scene where it's brutal but not that brutal. enjoy and take your time while reading!)