Gintama Paint Opening

A youth who obtained a life simulator, with the help of the simulator, began his journey as a mundane martial artist and reached the pinnacle, explored immortality, pursued godliness, opening up a path for all beings, and finally became a founder of the Great Tao.【Fifty in the Great Tao, Forty-Nine Heavenly Paths, one escapes! Therefore, all things in the world have a thread of life!】 At sixteen: You broke through to a Ninth-grade Martial Artist, thus deterring all ill-intentioned enemies. At two hundred: You shattered the confines of heaven and earth, unlocked your Divine Hidden body, and certified the Path of Human Immortal. At three hundred: You comprehended the natural world, and certified the Heavenly Immortal Way. At seven hundred and eighty-six: You validated Immortal Path five times, ascended to heaven in one step, and certified the position of Dao Monarch. ... After countless simulations,【You paved the Immortal Path for all beings and were revered as the founder of the Great Tao.】

The main character has transmigrated to a Mysterious Fantasy Land as a 'Clan Leader'. This is an attempt to paint a realistic reimagination of this mystical world from the perspective of a family member, be it nurturing Spirit Fields, raising Spirit Fish, and developing clan industries on all fronts. While supporting those undeserving elders, our main character becomes their protection, inspiring the younger generation to make a name for themselves by bravely venturing into the Sacred Land's Academies. The family members in this story are harmonious and unified, working together in a concerted effort for a shared future. This fantasy world is not about passionate battles, but rather, it focuses on the enhancement of various family industries, where elements like monetary resources, facilities, house servants, household generals, clan members, relatives, and in-laws are key. Enjoy this attempt to view the stereotypical Mysterious Fantasy world from a fresh perspective.

Dans sa vie antérieure, Xia Chu a perdu sa virginité avant le mariage et a été méprisée par sa famille comme une femme dévergondée, forcée d'épouser un vieux veuf boiteux. Sa tante et sa mère sont mortes l'une après l'autre à cause d'elle. Fuyant seule vers le sud pour travailler, elle a enduré une vie difficile et a finalement connu une mort tragique aux mains d'un vaurien. Renée, elle est déterminée à protéger ceux qui l'aiment et ceux qu'elle aime, à réécrire le destin. Ceux qui l'ont piégée, elle leur fera subir les conséquences ; ceux qui l'ont forcée, elle les fera s'agenouiller et implorer sa pitié ; et ceux qui l'ont tuée, elle les fera souhaiter être morts ! Au fait, ce grand homme stoïque au beau visage, loyal et compétent, autant t'épouser puisque tu as tout pour plaire.

Bery's painting life nearly came to an end by the hands of bandits. They attacked her in the wilderness while she was painting the mountains. However, the claws of a massive dragon laid bare, saving her in the process. Little did Bery know, Valerie had already set her eyes on the cat kin. Valerie had decided to make Bery her most special hoardling. "You cannot escape me, little kitten." Discord: https://discord.gg/dZHeq66j8y

The world is dying. The gods are silent. Magic is but a whispered myth, buried under centuries of war, ignorance, and decay. Once vibrant empires that harnessed the raw power of the world are now crumbling, their ruins lost beneath moss and dust. It has been over a thousand years since the last known spell was cast, and most believe magic never truly existed at all. Only charlatans, lunatics, or fanatics speak of its return. But something stirs. At the borders of civilization, in forgotten woods and the blackened hearts of mountains, creatures of myth are seen again. Strange lights dance across the sky. Whispered prayers once thought useless begin to echo back. Magic is waking up. Slowly. Painfully. But before it returns in full, blood will paint the earth.

Arush, an overweight, bullied, and deeply unhappy boy, lived a life defined by constant torment and a desperate longing for normalcy. His already miserable existence was violently upended, leading to his reincarnation into a brutal, game-like world. Despite this drastic change, his old pain and loneliness persisted, amplified in this new, hostile environment. Even amidst these amplified hardships, Arush clings to a fragile hope for a normal life. However, his past and present circumstances paint a picture of a life marked by consistent failure and suffering. He is, in essence, a boy who, despite being physically alive, had nothing of true value: no peace, no acceptance, no belonging This is the story of a boy who had everything and yet still had nothing, "Greatest Failure in the History of Mankind"

She is the daughter and heir to the most powerful crime syndicate in the city. They own the historic theatre, and use it as a cover for their family. On her opening night on stage, she witnessed her father being murdered in shadowed light. Now she has to take her fathers place and find his killer, and her place as the new head of the family.

Plot Summary Lior has always painted strange things. Cities that don’t exist. People no one knows. A boy with silver eyes who smiles only in shadows. He never thought any of them were real—until that boy appears in his apartment, bleeding, beautiful, and impossible. Aven Raelthorne. A cursed immortal prince from a world long gone. Painted into life by Lior’s hands. And now… He won’t leave. Genre: BL | Modern Fantasy | Dark Romance | Fluff | Mystery | Soft Angst | Happy Ending

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.

Dive back in time, to the depths of the desert, and watch the old stories unfold before your eyes. A story of treasure hunting, betrayal, and destiny. When a gruesome future is all you see, how can you change it? When you're foretold to fail, how should you move on? Zarqa, the girl who saw beyond time, sought to find answers. -------------------------- Legend says that Zarqa had sharp eyes that could look far away in the distance. But what if that wasn’t the end of it, what if her eyes were seeing far beyond not only space, but time? What if Zarqa was blessed with a prophecy, one that could save her dying village from destruction? Just as they thought they had no way to survive, Zarqa learns of a way to protect her village from demolition. Naturally, no one believed her, for no one but the Almighty could see beyond the present. They forgot the Almighty offers knowledge to those whom he deems of worth. And Zarqa was one of them. Having to trudge an arduous path and go through a great adventure, Zarqa seeks to find the solution to all of their problems, a treasure said to have the power to change all. Pitted against magical traps and the mysteries of the deserts, she finds unexpected company in Ali Baba, the poor kid with the sticky fingers, and his crow Morjana... -------------------------- This is my first original long story here and is also a WSA 2024 Entry. I ask that you give it a try and hope you enjoy it :D Also, note that English is not my first language... And it's not my second either. -----------------------Media------------------------- This book has many openings, check them out: [General opening of the book: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVxnu5R3vws] [Baghdad Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/GwJIJ2Kn0FI] [Two Heavens Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/NO1C0ngBVjg] [Two Heavens Arc's ending: https://youtu.be/hO-XPQsCPFw] [Cursed Ring Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/PUF4H98y2B0] [ Persia Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/sSfG_uVSkQk] [Ending: https://youtu.be/1wQ_aJVFhx0] -----------------------Updates-------------------------- Updated weekly, 2 chapters on weekends. Please don't let the first paragraphs fool you. This isn't a story from the first person's POV.

God is the greatest painter. The world is its canvas and we are its colours. these are the thoughts of Caelus Dawn, a young man who wants to follow his father's footsteps as a painter. But Farum, the country he lives in is on the brink of war and so he has been called to be knighted and fight for his king. now the young man has to figure out how to survive, clinging to his humanity, his feeling, his ambitions and his newly found powers. genre: medieval-fantasy

When there were strange signs in the sky, there must be demons lurking. Li Mo, who had studied antiques since he was young, had a strange change in his eyes after being struck by lightning. With a pair of divine eyes, he gained the ability to see through things and sense objects. He bought a gourd bottle for 500 yuan at a flea market and sold it for 230,000 yuan. A painting he casually bought turned out to be a genuine work by Xu Beihong, worth thirty to forty million yuan. The black double-eared bottle that came with the purchase of a set of gold jewelry turned out to be a genuine possession of the Ming imperial family. Ancient bronze ware, exquisitely crafted porcelain, calligraphy and painting with bold and vigorous strokes, and thrilling gambling stones came one after another. From then on, Li Mo's life underwent a revolutionary change. "I have divine eyes, and there are no treasures in the world that can escape my sight."

She had spent more than 10 years of her life working hard to make her dream of opening her very own restaurant, only to die on the die of the opening. How tragic can her life be?! When she opened her eyes again to see she was reborn into the body of a little girl, she thought she had thought the heavens felt pity for her unfortunate life, but it turns out their pity was so humiliating. Why did she have to be reincarnated as the unloved false daughter of a lecherous king destined to die in a foreign land? No, she has to escape to change her fate! But how can she ever escape from the heavily guarded cold palace?

In a world where cultivators wield the power of stars and ancient tools hum with magic, Mo Zhenyu is both a warrior, and a painter. Armed with brushes, scrolls, and a sharp wit, he travels through dazzling kingdoms, forgotten islands, and storm-swept seas, capturing beauty, mystery, and the heartbeat of the universe in every stroke. Beneath his quiet smile lies a past scarred by betrayal and loss, but Zhenyu paints not to forget... he paints to remember, to wonder, and to live. A story of colors, constellations, and curious friendships, Painting Heavens is a whimsical adventure that proves sometimes, the brush can reach further than the blade.

Amid the bustling City of Keystone lies hidden groups and buried magic to unravel. What comes are changes in the stars that will shine upon myths and legends, but draw bigger shadows to their truths. It's all too much for Daniel Hart, who just wants to paint for others, but he finds his brush influenced by the slippery effects as maternal mysteries cling to him. WARNING: This is very much full of SMUT before it is mystery and magic. Lots of weird slimy shenanigans too!

Rey Mysterio never wanted the mafia life. He just wanted to paint, drink overpriced tea, and avoid his dramatic brothers. Then a genie exploded out of his teapot. “One wish, master. Choose wisely.” Rey wished to live – simple, right? Wrong. Now he has 365 days to find a reason to stay alive, or his time runs out. Enter Luna Leone – mafia princess with eyes like midnight and an obsession she doesn’t bother hiding. The first time she sees Rey at an exhibition, she decides: “He’s mine. Whether he knows it yet or not.” Add a chaos-loving genie, a cat with a crown, mafia brothers barging into his apartment at 6AM, and a ticking clock. Rey’s peaceful life just turned into the wildest painting he’s ever created.

It's been thirteen days since Minho's death. Jisung always visited his grave, reminiscing about every moment and time they shared. One day, while at Minho's grave, he noticed a cherry blossom tree and someone sitting beneath it. The person's features were obscured from Jisung's view. When they finally met, Jisung couldn't shake the feeling that the stranger shared Minho's voice and personality, even though he couldn't see the stranger's face. MINSUNG!!

*I just wanted to run a café... not fight monsters in dungeons...* An office worker quits her job and opens a café, but things take an unexpected turn when there turns out to be a dungeon underneath it! Or when she awakens. Or somehow survives an S-rank dungeon. Despite awakening, she's still set on opening her café and running it peacefully. But why does she keep getting dragged into these tragedies?! And why are the S-rankers suddenly so interested in her?!

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?

Yuki Hoshino lives a quiet life, painting the world she’s too afraid to feel. Ever since a childhood storm took her parents, she’s feared the rain—and the emotions it brings. Then she meets Ren Sakamoto: drenched, smiling, and full of questions about clouds and wind. Their paths cross on the first rainy day of the semester, and for the first time, Yuki begins to see the rain not as a threat, but a memory—one she’s finally brave enough to revisit. As the skies clear between them, so do the shadows of their pasts. But just when Yuki begins to open up, Ren vanishes without a word. Left with only fragments—a broken umbrella, an unfinished letter, and the memory of his smile—Yuki must confront the storm inside her to uncover what really happened. Can love find its way back when the rain falls again?

In Feyland, many realms exist. There is a realm painted in soft pastel light, one that glows with vibrant, bright colors, and another drowned in pure darkness—with no color, no light, and no warmth. But there is one more realm, untouched by most. A realm where only one Fey lives. It is the darkest of them all… but its darkness glows. It is beautiful. And terrifying. In a land divided by light and shadow… will love still rise?

After waking up impaled on a battlefield with someone else’s memories flooding his mind, a man realizes he's been transported into a new body—and a new world—where survival is anything but guaranteed.

A fiction&fantasy story about about the Villain and the hero's live, how they annoyed each other to become friends but it all goes down hill for Opal. The Villain(Opal) she couldn't stand it anymore she hated being disliked by everyone no matter what she did to help so she decided to get revenge, that is when their friendship fell apart and now the hero has come to put her down.

Riku Arata was your average overworked high school student—until he died in a tragic convenience store accident involving a truck and limited-edition Pocky. He wakes up in a new world as Richter von Eldegrast, a demon prince fated to be the final boss in an epic fantasy tale. The problem? He has zero interest in world domination, magical duels, or evil plots. His dream now? To open a cozy café and serve the perfect cappuccino. But escaping fate isn’t so easy. The elite magic academy thinks he’s plotting something dark. The Hero is his classmate and wants answers. His demon butler keeps handing him assassination plans. And the princess he’s destined to betray? She’s… oddly supportive? Armed with coffee beans, charm, and a refusal to be evil, Richter sets out to brew peace one cup at a time. But when fate keeps trying to drag him back into the villain role, can he still protect the café life he’s brewing?

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

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What does a proponent of the Free Software movement do when he is suddenly transmigrated in the world of Immortals and Demons? Wang Ren wakes up in the courtyard of the wang clan as a 12 years old. Wang Ren? What? Oh, he forgot his name in the previous life. Now he must also take tests to get into a good sect which wouldn't shame his clan and family. Can you imagine the rumors if he couldn't get into one of the top five sects? He shudders at such thoughts. Wang Ren would do as is right, Wang Ren would work hard towards being an immortal so that he can bring more trade deals to his family and make money.. why does it seem like he is stuck in just another capitalist machine? Isn't being an immortal meant to be free!? He sobs at such though while trying to concentrate his qi flow through his meridians, he must breakthrough or he will be shamed!!!!!! ------ Weird tale of Wang Ren and how he spreads propaganda of free scriptures in a world where cultivation techniques and sutras are the top most secrets that no one wants to reveal.