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Brains Before Brains

Brains Before Brains Genre: Zombie Apocalypse | Dark Comedy | Female Lead | Strategy + Survival | Found Family Tags: Strong FL • 50+ Zombie Types • Mutant Virus • Base Building • Emotional Damage • Gen Z Humor • Slow Burn Leadership Arc Synopsis: Xenia Alderidge was supposed to give the best speech of her academic career. Instead, she gave birth to a survival plan while zombies chewed through the dean. Now she’s stuck on an island with a baby, a katana-wielding gym rat, a suspicious ex-soldier, and a band of chaos survivors who somehow elected her leader. She doesn’t have Wi-Fi, but she does have color-coded plans, mental breakdowns scheduled like calendar events, and a burning desire to un-zombify what’s left of the world. And the zombies? Oh, they’ve mutated. Some run. Some climb. Some spit acid. Some mimic cries to lure victims. Nobody knows what caused the mutations—only that they’re spreading fast, and every region has its own breed of nightmare. But Xenia isn’t giving up. She’s stubborn, petty, too sleep-deprived to be scared—and deeply committed to the insane idea that they can reclaim infected lands, one hellscape at a time. Yes, she cries in supply closets. No, she will not stop until they build something that lasts. Brains Before Brains Because when the world falls apart, the girl who always overachieved… overachieves again. Except this time, she’s fighting monsters, managing trauma, and maybe saving humanity. One color-coded map at a time.
MissHoneyClaire · 1K Views

Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies

Zombies, cold waves, floods, earthquakes, acid rain, tsunamis, extreme cold, high temperatures, land pollution, seven days of darkness... Since the year 2563, humanity had endured such apocalyptic crises for a full ten years. In those ten years, plants mutated, animals mutated, the food that once fed humans became toxic, and the lands that could once grow plants were now polluted. The living space for humans was increasingly compressed. And at this critical moment, a five-story supermarket suddenly appeared. Here, one could buy piping hot oden, tasty instant noodles, and sweet White Rabbit Creamy Candies... Countless Superpower Users greedily wanted to take the supermarket for themselves. And then... They were all kicked flying by Su Yinhe with one kick. Su Yinhe spread her hands, "I didn't bring the Infinite Supermarket here to be robbed; I came to make money." A Superpower User who felt like he struck gold after buying a box of instant noodles: "Miss Su is beautiful and kind-hearted, to only charge me ten gold bars for such a huge box of instant noodles." A female Superpower User who hadn't tasted sugar in ten years, with tears streaming down as she savored the candy: "Such sweet sugar, and it only costs one gold bar. Miss Su truly is a great person." A Superpower User who ate the supermarket's oden and then didn't want to leave: "I'm twenty-five this year, 188, Gold Element superpower..." Su Yinhe, only wanting to make money while holding a pile of gold bars: "Keep it low-key, low-key."
brown crow · 798.6K Views

Bolt evolution

Veyth died as he lived: drowning in self-pity and junk food. Offered cosmic power in the afterlife, he ignored the warnings. "Harmony? Who needs balance?" Now trapped in the Dead World, a hellscape where magic eats its users alive and gods bleed from fractured skies, he’s cursed with the one thing he never wanted: consequences. Some things that happen: Battling concepts that warp reality itself Confronting the empire he scorns and the hero he could be But in a universe where adaptation is bought with blood, even a shut-in can become something terrifying... if the pain doesn’t break him first. WHAT TO EXPECT? A protagonist you’ll DESPISE (and him becoming better) Cosmic horror meets prog fantasy (Magic degrades your soul. Gods rot mid-battle. Fun!) Unique visceral magic (Etch acid-runes on trash. Wrestle reality-fractures. Lose fingers.) Concepts as enemies (Fight the literal embodiment of Fire. Or Being Forgotten. Or Cut) No plot armor (Deaths matter. Trauma stacks. Living is painful and punishing) Lore? We have LORE. (Colliding universes? Check. Existential plague? Check. City-sized biomechs powered by shards made of the energy that held up the universe? Check.) RELEASE SCHEDULE "Well, I am lazy as FU-, so... time to time? I don't even know, but it will have about 1000 chapters." KEY SELLING POINTS Anti-Hero Arc: Veyth’s journey from "Pathetic Incel" → "Cosmic Martyr" Worldbuilding Gems: Walking cities fueled by crystallized energy that used to hold up the universe Magic that literally unravels your soul Twisted biblically accurate concepts (Hope has 12 glass wings crying black blood, but it will take a while, like in chapter 700)
PhotonGoBurr · 1K Views

My Professor, My Husband

Life is essentially a delicate arrangement of fate. We may meet countless people and miss many opportunities. But then, at a certain moment, strangers cross paths — and hearts start to tremble in ways they can no longer escape. Some people, even after standing beside us for a long time, turn out to be a matter of “fate without destiny.” Yet there are those who, after just one encounter, make us certain: they are the only one for the rest of our lives. Love at first sight. Willing to change every rule for them. She is a quiet, obedient senior high school student. He is Phan Thanh Luong — the new homeroom professor, known for his cold and strict demeanor. Everyone says he’s difficult to approach, a man ruled entirely by reason. But… can reason ever defeat the heart? Can this proud professor conquer the innocent student? Or is she the one silently toppling the fortress of his seemingly invincible emotions? Unknown: “Professor, have you ever had a crush on any of your students?” Phan Thanh Luong: “I have antibiotics strong enough to overcome any crush, including yours.” “Professor Luong, antibiotics shouldn’t be used recklessly. When it comes to a superbug like me, no antibiotic can help.” Phan Thanh Luong smiled confidently and looked at her: “From that very moment, in my heart, I knew: Even if she’s a flower in a pot, if the owner doesn’t cherish her — I will smash the pot and steal the flower!” If you're in the mood for something deeper: If emotional, soul-stirring love stories with a touch of fantasy are more your style, don’t miss “When the Heart Remembers” — a story I poured my heart and soul into.
Zieny189 · 1.5K Views

Don't Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

From love, marriage, heartbreak, pain, to divorce- Mu Chuqing has been through it all in a few years with Sheng Yuchen. After not seeing each other for years, she imagines that they would be like strangers. But why is that man looking at her with anger even when holding his fiancée in his arms? Why can’t they be like strangers? Will he forever humiliate and torture her? Why can’t Sheng Yuchen let her go? Just what kind of cruel man is her ex-husband? … Ever since that night three years ago, Sheng Yuchen has not slept peacefully. Every time she cries, her tears fall like acid on his heart. His blood boils when he sees her smiling at other men the way she used to smile at him, and the beast in him might as well destroy everything around. He can’t let her go. He won’t let her go. Even if his heart gets charred with her tears. … This isn’t a love-at-first-sight story! “Boss! Miss Mu is back!” “Got it.” The man responds indifferently. “Boss, someone gave Miss Mu a bouquet of roses!” “Adulterer! Humph!” The man finally raises his head, narrows his eyes, and snorts. “Boss, Miss. Mu and that man watched a movie today, had a candlelight dinner, and…” “And what…” “They kissed!” The man’s eyes spits fire, and he can’t sit still anymore. He suddenly stands up from the sofa. “B-Boss, bad news. Miss. Mu and that man are going to get married in the Netherlands!” The man slams the table. “Which plane? Shoot it down!” “Yes!” “Wait!” The man suddenly stops him. “Boss, do you have any other instructions?” “Blast the male adulterer. If she loses even a hair on her, I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle what comes next!” “…”
Nannan Li · 1M Views

Jabir Bin Hayyan

Born in 721 CE to an Arab apothecary executed for aiding the Abbasid rebellion, young Jabir ibn Hayyan inherits his father’s revolutionary spirit and scientific curiosity. After fleeing Umayyad soldiers with his mother, he finds refuge in Yemen under astronomer-alchemist Harbi al-Himyari. There, Jabir masters celestial navigation and Greek philosophy, but his defining moment comes when he distills seawater into purity using a clay alembic – awakening his lifelong obsession with transformation. Witnessing mercury-poisoned miners, however, forces a moral reckoning: "Knowledge must serve life, not death." At nineteen, bearing encrypted formulas from his father, Jabir seeks Imam Ja’far al-Sadiq in Medina. Surviving the Imam’s philosophical trials, he becomes his star pupil. Under Ja’far’s guidance, Jabir synthesizes nitric acid ("water that bites stone") and learns to frame experimentation as spiritual devotion. He meets Fatima, a fierce scholar challenging gender barriers, who becomes his intellectual partner. When political pressure mounts, they establish a secret laboratory in Jabir’s ruined childhood home in Kufa. Here, Jabir pioneers systematic chemistry – distilling rose attar, documenting reactions, and encrypting truths in symbolic texts. "Truth corrodes unprepared minds," he warns as orthodox scholars brand him a heretic. His innovations attract the powerful Barmakid family. Summoned to Baghdad’s glittering court in 775 CE, Vizier Ja’far al-Barmaki demands gold transmutation. Jabir stuns nobles by producing ammonium chloride from hair but refuses military applications. "Knowledge must feed the hungry, not kill them," he declares, instead developing steel plows and canal sealants that save thousands from floods. Patronage proves perilous: spies steal his waterproofing formula, and Fatima must run a hidden women’s lab. When the Barmakids fall in 803 CE, soldiers torch Jabir’s workshop. He escapes with core manuscripts, including his evolving *Kitab al-Sab’een* (*Book of Seventy*), framing chemistry as cosmic balance: "As mercury unites metals, knowledge unites soul and cosmos." Exiled and arthritic in Raqqa, Jabir works in a dye shop cellar, refining hydrochloric acid while evading spies. He mentors young apprentice Abu Musa, stressing ethics over ambition: "Record every failure – they light the path." Testing arsenic antidotes on himself, he nearly dies but proves their efficacy. As Abbasid enforcers close in, he buries manuscripts in Qum desert jars. Now aging and grieving Fatima’s slow poisoning from mercury exposure, he returns to Kufa. In a final laboratory beneath an indigo shop, he completes his life’s work – quantifying elemental interactions via the *mizan* (balance) system. Surrounded by a mob demanding gold, he whispers his last truth to Abu Musa: "The true elixir is knowledge multiplied through time." Jabir dies in 815 CE, but his legacy ignites a chain reaction. His students smuggle 500+ treatises to Baghdad’s House of Wisdom. By the 12th century, Latin scribes in Toledo translate his works as "Geber," inspiring medieval alchemists. Roger Bacon studies his *Summa Perfectionis*; Newton annotates his texts. Modern spectroscopy confirms his elemental theories, sustainable chemists revive his techniques, and AI reconstructs his charred manuscripts. From the mercury-stained laboratories of 8th-century Kufa to the quantum equations of today, Jabir’s encrypted wisdom endures: the noblest transmutation is not lead into gold, but curiosity into enduring light.
Emad_Sadiq · 1.6K Views

The Phantom of the Opera and His Beast Tamer

“When the prey becomes the beast tamer, who is truly in control of this deadly game?” In the smog-filled 19th century, Leona is forced to wear the mask of a "boy" and hides within the freak show of a circus. She thought her only crisis was the fear of her gender being exposed, until she found a "mad dog": - He is covered in scars but uses chains to fight back against his abusers; - His eyes are cold and menacing, yet he curls up at the foot of her bed at night; - He says, "I will kill you," yet slaughters those who dare to watch her. "This is not redemption, it is symbiosis." When Leona awakens him with the cold-hearted choice of "using strong acid to unlock the key," the gears of fate have already crushed all escape routes. He rips off his disguise, revealing his disfigured face, yet she only responds with, "Shall we collaborate? I'll help you overthrow this hell." "Love is the poison that corrodes reason, and he is willing to drink the poison to quench his thirst." On the tightrope of the circus, she is the only one daring enough to dance with him as his "beast tamer"; In the secret dungeon, he is the "watcher" who carves through walls for her. Until the lies are exposed— "You are my brother," she says with a smile to her pursuer. Breathing suddenly becomes heavy in the darkness, as he tightens his grip on her neck, his voice hoarse: "Sister, you taught me how to kill, but now you think you can tame me with a single sentence?" "Warning: This is not a fairy tale, but a game of identity between hunter and prey." He digs up a grave, holding her "corpse" in madness; She pulls the trigger with a smile, asking, "Now, who is the mad one?"
lhd · 9.5K Views

First demon empress

In the demonic realm, the title of Tarath, once a name, has become synonymous with the demon emperors. Two thousand years after the original Tarath's death, a new era dawns with the ascension of King Virex of the Aeriel Demon Kingdom to the throne of Demon Emperor. However, this time, a Demon Empress is born, challenging the ancient traditions. King Virex, wary of the power and unpredictability of demonesses, remarks, "Demonesses are problems themselves, what more could a Demon Empress be?" The new Demon Empress, Tarath, is a figure of immense power and desire. By her side is Bain, a half-mortal, half-fox demon whose loyalty and unexpected strength have made him indispensable. Despite his mortal origins, Bain has grown powerful and has outlived many pure demons. *** As Tarath sits on her grand throne, her beauty and allure are undeniable. Her subjects know her as a demon driven by lust and desire. Bain, ever loyal, kneels before her, his eyes filled with admiration. She extends her hand seductively, and Bain, understanding her unspoken command, kisses it reverently. "Demon kings covet the throne," she muses. "They dream of killing me to take it, but it will remain just that—a dream. You've grown powerful, Bain. Do you also desire my throne?" Bain pauses, then looks up at her with unwavering devotion. "I want you, not the throne," he declares. **** In the demonic realm, rain is acidic and falls only once every 5,000 years. But what happens when the Demon Empress ventures into the mortal realm and feels the pure rain on her skin for the first time? And what if she encounters the rain god? This story is a tapestry of emotions—unspoken feelings, lust, confusion, loyalty, ambition, betrayal, pain, and epic battles. The clash of desires and the struggle for power will determine the fate of the demonic realm. volume 1:Birth of the demon empress and the freak
Dgirlblusky · 2.6K Views

Hero Of The End

Gaia is dead. The world is a mess of fused realms—acid rain burns the ground, food is scarce, and the air is poison. No one knows why Gaia, the ancient guardian of life, died, but her rotting corpse unleashed chaos. Monstrous Outer Gods slithered into the cracks of reality, twisting the land into nightmares. Yet, in the ruins, people still fight to survive. Under a giant boulder—the only shelter in this toxic wasteland—a boy wakes up. He’s the last human alive, his memories fuzzy except for flashes of a lost Earth: sunny skies, laughter, and a strange power inside him. He can create Kaiju, giant monsters that could crush armies… if he knew how to control them. But right now, he’s just a hungry kid, scrambling to find food and avoid getting killed. Outside his rock, alien clans run the show. Some trade clean water for labor, others heal wounds with glowing mushrooms, and a few settle disputes with fistfights to blow off steam before rage drives them insane. Everyone fears the 100% Rule. Too much stress, sadness, or anger? Your mind snaps, turning you into a Husk—a mindless monster with no soul. The boy’s Kaiju power could help him survive… or push him closer to becoming a Husk. Worse, death here is permanent. If he dies, someone else takes his place—an outcast, a kid, a warrior. The world doesn’t care who you are. It just wants to eat you alive. This isn’t a story about heroes. The boy isn’t special. He’s just trying to survive, one day at a time—bargaining with clans, scavenging junk, and accidentally summoning Kaiju when he panics. Maybe he’ll find a way to fix this broken world. Or maybe he’ll just find a decent meal. In a place this messed up, even small victories matter.
PrimisRigla · 2.3K Views

BEST BITCOIN RECOVERY EXPERT TO RECOVER LOST OR STOLEN BITCOIN

Working in conflict zones means improvising. When normal banking channels failed us, our NGO relied on Bitcoin to buy medical supplies directly. It worked, until a missile strike took out our field office, along with the hardware wallet that stored $410,000 in funds. Overnight, our ability to deliver life-saving aid is paralyzed. Amidst the chaos, I reached out to contacts in the humanitarian world. A UN aid worker whispered a name: Cyber Constable Intelligence. "They're the ones who can help you recover lost crypto," he assured me. Despair and hope clashed as I dialed their team on a satellite phone in a conflict zone. What followed was nothing short of a virtual rescue mission. Cyber Constable Intelligence's blockchain forensic experts didn't simply "recover" our assets; they improvised a fix like battlefield medics performing triage. They tracked our wallet's blockchain timestamps, reconstructing lost credentials from synced backups and transaction history. Working under direst duress, we communicated information between spotty internet and backup power sources. Cyber Constable Intelligence team members improvised, rendering security protocols impenetrable as they worked through the jurisdictional nightmares of working within war zones. Every update from them was a pulse that kept our mission alive. After our last available backup failed, they instituted a complex cryptographic reconstruction technique, a process I still don't understand, but it worked. Twelve days later, my satellite device displayed a message: "Access restored. Funds secured." It was not money. It was bandages, antibiotics, clean water, and hope. Thanks to Cyber Constable Intelligence, we replenish our medical supplies, ensuring that patients, innocent victims who had been caught in the crossfire, received the treatment they deserved. More than restoration, they advised us on decentralized storage and multi-signature security for long-term durability. We don't simply utilize Bitcoin presently; we utilize it astutely. Now, each time I sign a crypto transaction, I remember that minute, receiving life-saving medication that might not have come but for this group. In times of war, not every hero wears a uniform. Some carry keyboards, hunting down lost assets and securing humanitarian aid. Cyber Constable Intelligence not only restored our crypto, they kept our mission in the battle. If you think Bitcoin is just an investment, think again. To us, it's a lifeline. CYBER CONSTABLE INTELLIGENCE INFO: WhatsApp: 1 252378-7611 Website info; www.cyberconstableintelligence.com Email Info cyberconstable@coolsite.net Telegram Info: https://t.me/cyberconstable
Natasha_Johnson_3343 · 556 Views

Iron Curtain Echo

In 2023, Dr. Lin Yan, a Chinese-American surgeon, brushed his fingers against the wreckage of a Tiger tank at Munich’s Military Museum and was hurled into a quantum vortex, emerging in the inferno of Stalingrad in September 1942. Armed with modern medical expertise, half-damaged tactical gear, and a Longines pocket watch forever frozen at 21:07, he was swept into the 62nd Army’s field hospital by the relentless currents of history. But this timeline harbored a venomous hostility toward "change": Soldiers he saved would perish the next day in stranger accidents. Intelligence he penned warped into gibberish before the ink dried. When he reinforced Pavlov’s House with concrete, Luftwaffe bombers pinpointed it three days early. Worse, his own memories were being "revised"—diary entries rewriting themselves, his mother’s face fading from photographs, an NKVD insignia burning on his chest, a chronal brand "transplanted" from a dead officer’s corpse. On the frozen Volga, Lin fought alongside Vasily the sniper, only to witness German ace Konings—destined to die—prolonged by his interference. Antibiotics he used to save nurse Anna’s tetanus instead birthed a hypervirulent strain. As the battle concluded per history’s script, General Chuikov’s headquarters revealed a chilling truth: Lin was not the first "timewalker." Those who defied history now yellowed as missing persons in forgotten archives. "We are not history’s challengers, but sacrifices proving its immutability." On the night of Germany’s surrender, Lin stood atop the Reichstag ruins. His Longines shuddered to life—its hands now ticking toward the countdown to the 1945 Hiroshima nuclear blast...
Peps2012_Peps2012 · 1.1K Views
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