Scryers Gaze Darktide

In a world suffocating beneath the weight of unbridled savagery, where corruption festers in every vein of power, a solitary man emerges as both zealot and executioner. Devoted to his fractured creed, he wields violence as a purifying force, severing the strong from their thrones and drenching the earth in sanguine retribution. Yet, as his righteous carnage carves rivers through a decaying civilization, the forsaken—the fragile, the overlooked—stir within the hushed catacombs of forgotten graves, their feeble resolve kindling into a fragile yet unrelenting tempest. Beneath the ominous gaze of a blood moon, whose light stains the heavens in scarlet despair, the weak rise with trembling hands, daring to defy the dominion of the mighty. In this cursed hour, as dawn cowers behind veils of crimson, the world teeters between obliteration and rebirth, its fate forged in the bloodied struggle of the powerless to claim what the strong have stolen.

# CALM # DECISIVEKILLS After “Renegade Immortal”, “Pursuit of the Truth”, “I Shall Seal the Heavens”, “A Will Eternal”, and “A World Worth Protecting”, this is Ergen’s sixth long-length novel, “Outside of Time”. Xu Qing’s world sank into deathly silence after the descendence of “God”. Master cultivators brought the human race and escaped the continent, and the remaining people struggled to survive. Every place that was met by “God’s” gaze had nearly all life forms wiped out. Young Xu Qing was lucky enough to survive. But in a world where ferocious beasts roamed and infighting was rampant within the human race, it was difficult to survive. “If cultivation doesn’t give me the power to fight against God, then I shall become God myself!” This is a story of how a human teenager became a god, step by step, to survive.

“Look at you, you were this teeny-weeny when you were little.” Using both hands, Shao Zifeng gestures how small his pet beast used to be. He then raises his head and looks at the gigantic being in front of him. “Just how did you grow into this ferocious form?”

Good news: You've transmigrated as a born protagonist , your confidants have exceptional talents, boasting abilities like Heart Voice, Simulator, Rebirth... and many other top-tier skills. What you only need to do is to wait for one of them to grow up, then you will be invincible to ascend. Bad news: They're all yandere !!! Under the gaze of yandere, Xu Yuan shivered in fear. It was not until he was about to be attacked with a firewood cleaver. "If that's the case, then I'm dropping the act—I am none other than the Great Love Immortal Venerable!"

“I will worship you Orchid, all of you... if you let me in.” Charlotte swallowed hard as she is met with his hot gaze. How can she trust a play boy? **** When hardworking event planner, Charlotte Bennett, is offered the opportunity of a lifetime by the enigmatic billionaire, Sebastian Grande, she never imagined it would come with a challenge: spend 100 days by his side, planning the most extravagant gala of the year, and resisting his irresistible charm. As Charlie and Sebastian clash over every detail of the event, sparks fly and lines blur between business and pleasure. With each heated exchange, they find themselves drawn to each other in ways they never expected. But as their attraction intensifies, so does the danger, as a rival businessman threatens to tear them apart and destroy everything they've worked for

In the year 1038, known as the Year of the Gushing Springs, the mighty Titan, Ranasis, stole the artifact of the Arctic god, Uluthio—the enchanting Ice and Snow Necklace. Consequently, the vast glaciers dominating the north began to recede. The lands of Nafiel, Vasa, and Damara became increasingly habitable, heralding the commencement of a grand migration. In the same year, powerful legends received cryptic messages from the future. Though the incomplete magic only conveyed fleeting whispers, the people sensed that a formidable magical empire was emerging in the northern realms. Driven by motives of power, sorcery, riches, and justice, the strong began their journey northward. Yet, all of this seemed inconsequential to Lynn. The newly arrived traveler merely sought a better life, unconcerned with the missteps of deities or the grand maneuvers of legendary figures. However, on occasion, as he gazed upon the chaotic and backward state of Faerûn, he could not help but ponder: perhaps it was time to bestow a new order upon this world?

What kind of impact would it have if we imported the potion to Earth? ~ + ~ +~ +~ +~ +~ + Wataru, one day, accidentally discovered that he could travel back and forth between another world and Japan. Weird, right? But that's not the end of it. As he gazed upon a town on the other side of the gate, which still had many undeveloped aspects compared to modern civilization, he realized the potential to make a huge profit. By bringing sugar, spices, coffee, and hygiene products to the other world, Wataru earned a fortune. However, when he noticed the potions being sold in the other world, he had an epiphany: "Wait, isn't this actually better than what we have on Earth?" He brought these potions, which could heal wounds in an instant, back to Earth. When he made a fortune just from these potions, the fattest grin appeared on his face.

The Scent of Death is a haunting tale of surrender, dominance, and the unnerving dance between hope and oblivion. In the suffocating monotony of his life, he had become nothing more than a specter-breathing, moving, but no longer living. One rain-soaked evening, everything changes. Under the dim, shivering glow of a streetlamp, he encounters her. A woman who exudes an aura of unsettling allure and whose presence whispers of endings. From the moment their eyes meet, he's ensnared by the silent command in her gaze-a gaze that reeks of death and promises something unknown. With a smile that hints at dominion and secrets, she steps into his life with an uncanny ease, shaking loose memories he had buried and truths he dared not confront. The more time he spends in her shadow, the more the deep, dark secrets within him begin to unravel-memories of failures, betrayals, and a gnawing guilt that had turned him into the ghost he is.

My name is Chu Yan. After rejecting the unspoken rules imposed by my elders, I was compelled to venture into the lawless realm of trials to rectify the evils present therein. As the trials commenced, “Beware of these perilous women: the sinful knightesses, the fallen nuns of desire, the annihilator officers, and the smuggler merchantresses...” “Goodness, what a magnitude of wickedness!” At the conclusion of the trials, Chu Yan found herself ensconced in the voluptuous embrace of these wayward women, facing the deathly gaze of the examiner. “Please elucidate the nature of this situation!” “Beyond my bedroom, the security level in the entire area is remarkably high, with outstanding governance results!” “My lord, such is not the proper use of these wayward women!”

'What is my purpose?' He thought as he gazed at the carnage that surrounded him. With every step he takes countless perish, with every action countless mourn. Behind him legions so vast they cover the horizon and blot out the heavens. His soldiers, servants, friends, children. 'That's right.' He remembered with a tinge of melancholy, 'This is my purpose.' Author's note: High fantasy setting, with a heavy emphasis on action, army tactics, political schemes and world building. No harem and very little romance.

"Do you wish to know what will happen if I drink from your thighs?" Salviana drew in a sharp breath before she whispered, "I might die?" "No, It is I who will die if I don't," he met her eyes with a lustful hungry gaze, "Spread your legs for me, Fiery-wife" And that she did... ~~~{───────────────── ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~}── Fiery is married to the demon everybody feared would destroy them someday. He is the greenest reddest flag but now she only sees white. A canvas to paint their love however she deemed righteous. ~~~{───────────────── ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~}── The Dark Prince, the third prince, is no stranger to the fear and hatred surrounding him. Cold, distant, and possessing a gaze as dark as midnight, he is known throughout the kingdom as the demon prince. But the truth hidden beneath his pale skin is far more dangerous—he is a vampire, living among a royal family that barely tolerates his existence. Salviana, a divine lady of myth, never asked to be married to such a man. Forced into the union, she is thrust into a life where every corner holds a secret and every glance feels like a challenge. Though her husband’s cold touch sends shivers down her spine, Salviana finds herself drawn into his world of shadows and intrigue, struggling to understand the depths of his darkness. With royal enemies watching their every move and Salviana’s own hidden powers slowly awakening, the bond between her and Alaric grows more complicated. Can she survive the dangerous world of court politics, where even her husband may not be fully trusted? Or will the weight of the secrets they keep tear them apart before they can discover the truth about each other? Caught between fear and desire, Salviana can’t help but wonder: Will she uncover the man behind the darkness, or will the shadows consume them both? Married to Darkness is a seductive, tension-filled journey into the unknown, where love and power clash in a dangerous dance that could lead to either salvation or destruction. The cover is from Pinterest. Not Mine. ~~~{───────────────── ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~}── Stalk me on social media! Discord: I_nanafirdausi Instagram: I_nanafirdausi Facebook: Nana firdausii X: https://x.com/NanaFirdausii Or Buy me a coffee @ https://buymeacoffee.com/nanafirdausi

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.

"Did I get reincarnated as... A HARPY?!" After having lived a life full of anguish, betrayal and the constant pressures of having to make his parents proud, 17 year old Simon Cavil found himself at death's door after being accidentally run over by a Truck. His blurry and lifeless eyes gazed into the skies and he saw birds flying freely in the skies above him and felt envious of their freedom. Under his dying breath he muttered: "I wish I was as free as those birds." And just like that his wish was granted, and he now found himself in a perilous fantasy world where he must either adapt or perish!

Inside a quiet pavilion located inside one of the Heavenly Sky Kingdom’s four largest cultivation sects, a young man slowly opened his eyes with a helpless expression as he gazed down towards the fog located at the base of the mountain that the pavilion was located on top of. Not only was he the youngest Core Elder in the history of a large cultivation sect, but he was also someone who had transmigrated over with a system! The system in question wanted him to train up disciples and in turn help him get stronger! But there was one major problem in all of this… He didn’t have any disciples! Ding~! Talk about great timing... ____________________________ Release Schedule: 7-14 chapters a week ____________________________ If you are interested in LitRPG, I'm writting another novel called [Reincarned as a Lizard]. A side novel, I write on it when I need something other than Xianxia.

In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

Ava Morales and Julian Carlton were strangers until they were forced to marry, bound together by a shared secret and a child they never planned. Julian, a cold and ruthless billionaire, sees Ava as a manipulator who only wants his wealth. Ava, a strong and independent woman, is trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who despises her. As they navigate their complicated relationship, they must confront the secrets and lies that bind them together. But the more they're forced to interact, the more they realize that their initial impressions may have been wrong. Julian's gaze lingers on Ava, and he's surprised to find himself drawn to her strength and determination. Ava, in turn, sees glimpses of a kind and vulnerable man beneath Julian's tough exterior. Their three-year-old son, Matteo, is the light of their lives, and his innocent love and affection for both parents begins to break down the walls between them. As they work together to co-parent and uncover the truth about their past, Ava and Julian must confront the thin line between love and hate. Can they find a way to overcome their animosity and build a future together, or will their secrets and lies tear them apart forever?

At City Light High School, 17-year-old Selina finds herself inexplicably drawn to Romeo Smit, the school's wealthiest and most handsome senior, who is known for being cool, calm, and somewhat aloof. Despite their vastly different social standings, Selina's fascination with Romeo deepens as their paths cross. He unexpectedly protects her from harm, revealing a glimpse of warmth beneath his icy exterior. However, Selina feels discouraged from approaching him due to their social differences. Yet, Romeo's sudden interest in her, along with his mysterious gaze, leaves Selina questioning whether there is more to their connection than meets the eye and whether their social divides can be bridged. As Selina navigates her feelings, Priscilla, the school's queen bee and Romeo's alleged girlfriend emerges as a threat, poised to destroy Selina's hopes and unravel the threads of her blossoming connection with Romeo.

Ethan, a college student struggling to make ends meet. He found solace in the familiar routines of campus life, but beneath the surface, a restless energy simmered within him, a yearning for something more. He felt a tug towards the hidden corners of the city, the places where shadows danced and secrets whispered in the wind. One night, drawn by an inexplicable urge, he found himself venturing into a dimly lit alleyway, a place most people avoided. It was there, amid the dim lights and silence that clung to the air like a shroud, that he stumbled upon a gruesome discovery. A murder. As Ethan approached, a chill ran down his spine. The victim’s eyes, wide with terror even in death, stared back at him, their gaze filled with a spectral intensity. This was no ordinary murder. This was a doorway into a world Ethan never knew existed, a world where shadows held power and the dead could whisper their secrets.

He is the heir of nothing. No prophecy named him. The last remnant of humanity in a world that has forgotten men. And he will rise. The House of Humans is no more. Deep within the forests of the Northshard, the House of Elves shields itself from the outside world. The House of Vampires, long silent, now roars for blood. The House of Dragons hangs by a fragile thread, its fate wavering. The House of Demons has gazed upon its own death, and in the desert sands of time, the House of Djinn begins to wither and fade. The Houses of the Northshard now face a new enemy. An enemy they cannot defeat. Not alone. Only by uniting all six Houses can they hope to survive. But the House of Humans is gone, and without it, the Northshard will fall. The Humans are gone... Or are they?

Vesper, a high school student, carries the heavy burden of trauma and phobia, stemming from the multiple assaults she has witnessed and endured. Her past experiences have left her with debilitating Androphobia (fear of men) and Hephephobia (fear of being touched), making it impossible for her to interact with others, except for her childhood friend, Mia. Vesper's life takes a complicated turn when she catches the attention of the school's most eligible bachelor, Ethan, the son of one of the city's top five influential families. As Ethan's gaze falls upon Vesper, she is convinced that he, like all the others, has ulterior motives for getting close to her. Determined to maintain her distance, Vesper keeps Ethan at arm's length, despite his persistent efforts to win her trust. Meanwhile, Vesper's godbrother, Liam, harbors a deep, unrequited love for her. Liam's feelings are genuine, but Vesper's past traumas have rendered her incapable of reciprocating his emotions. Lyra, Ethan's childhood friend, is caught in the middle, as she secretly harbors feelings for Ethan, further entangling the complex web of relationships. As Vesper navigates her treacherous emotional landscape, she must confront the weight of their gazes – the suffocating attention from Ethan, the longing stares from Liam, and the concerned looks from Mia. Will Vesper find the strength to overcome her phobias and learn to trust again, or will the weight of their gazes crush her? *Genre:* Young Adult, Psychological Thriller, Romance *Themes:* Trauma, Phobia, Trust, Love, Friendship, Self-discovery *Target Audience:* Young adults who enjoy complex, character-driven stories with a touch of psychological suspense.

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past* Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. "Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a near-revering state. "And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. "Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_. (*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*) "Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence. "Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd. Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. *In a distinct chatter* "Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance..... "No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. "Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good! "Oi-" "With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics! "You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile. "Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. ".....politics?" "Yeah" "Ohyoumotherfu-" *with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene* -- [AN's Promise] "Well, let's experience as many beautiful love stories as possible~" [A lovely bundle of fluffy love stories] -- AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T). Credits to the artist. (Honest thoughts: Goddamn the art is goooood!! of course, I have edited it to link my novel to it, but DAYAM!!) •••• Golden Tickets [+5] = +1 Chapters Golden Tickets [+10] = +2 Chapters Golden Tickets [+20] = +3 Chapters Golden Tickets [+50] = +4 Chapters Golden Tickets [+100] = +5 Chapters

"Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." -Friedrich Nietzsche In a world of magic, swords, and monsters, thousands of young people go on living their normal lives, hundreds of young people set off in search of adventures, and very few seek the Crown of Destiny. Follow the adventure of Vaelor, a seeker of the Crown of Destiny, or rather, someone who got into the search by accident.

Harper Wilson, an attractive and imaginative YouTuber, leads a seemingly uncomplicated life on the road with her campervan, documenting her travels and thrilling her loyal audience. But unknown to her followers, Harper carries a secret that only a select few are privy to - she is married to Rachel Lee, a charismatic and very famous K-pop idol. Behind the glitz and glamour of Rachel's public persona lies a deeply personal and private life that she guards fiercely. Amidst the glimmering world of fame, Rachel and Harper have discovered a refuge where they have nurtured a secret bond shielded from the intrusive gaze of the public. They carefully manage through the complexities of their contrasting worlds, where the temptation of celebrity clashes with the peacefulness of a nomadic life. However, as the unforeseen danger of being discovered approaches, Harper and Rachel are confronted with a devastating choice. Will they dare to expose the truth, potentially putting Rachel's career and their precious relationship at stake? Or will they continue to live in the shadows, protecting their fragile, yet profound connection?

With war on the horizon, a spreading epidemic, and corruption festering in Kiltar, Tye faces a harrowing mission: to risk everything to save his country from ruin. But in a land where doing good attracts evil's gaze, how far is he willing to go—and at what cost?

When book editor Liriel stumbles upon a mysterious novel in a forgotten corner of an old library, she never expects it to draw her into a world beyond her own. As she flips through the book’s pages, Liriel finds herself inside the dark world of Ashwood— a kingdom haunted by shadows. There her path crossed with the 'villain' of the book—Lucian Aldric Vaelan, the enigmatic prince who seems to know more than he lets on, whose gaze lingers a moment too long, and whose touch is a dangerous promise. Under his watchful eye, Liriel is drawn deeper into a web of political intrigue and ancient curses, Where the more she explores, the more she realizes she may be entangled in a story that was never just a story. Caught between reality and the shadowed corridors of Ashwood’s court, Liriel must choose: stay close to Lucian and risk her heart, or find a way home before she loses herself in his world entirely. But Lucian has his own plans. And in a kingdom ruled by fear and power, no one escapes the Villain Prince unscathed.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

The gaze of the Demigods from beyond the veil; their scattered fragments hidden amongst the fog of mysteries. For what reason does one live their life? Waking to a whirlpool of confusion; Zach Albright finds himself in a fascinating new world. It is a world of Magic, Potions, Mythical Beasts and other divine and demonic entities. In this world where supernatural meets modernity and machines, he must trace the trail of stardust left behind by the Bolide. To uncover a mystery beyond the veil of the cosmos. To secure the fragmented past of an ancient race. ______ Inspired mainly by Lord Of The Mysteries, and other stuff as well.

Lara was at rock bottom, feeling like a puppet whose strings had been cut. When she stumbled upon her husband and best friend in a compromising embrace, everything fell into place. The heartbreak stung, but it also ignited a fierce determination within her. Instead of wallowing in despair, fate intervened, giving her a second chance at life—waking her up ten years earlier, just before the chaos began. Armed with wisdom, she promised herself not to repeat the same mistakes. As she stood at the top of the stairs, her gaze fell on Lucas, her once-beloved fiancée. Regret washed over her; she couldn't believe she had almost let him slip away. This time, things would be different.

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

In a fleeting thought, the vast ocean transforms into fertile fields. Let your gaze transport you into the realm of antiques!