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Sanji Nosebleed

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 9.6K Views

The Trials of Alex, The Cultivator

A dark and twisted tale of cultivation, and a world where might makes right. (I’ll expand my synopsis later, as the story unfolds more and establishes itself better.) Rated: M for Mature, R-18+, NC-17, Adult Only, and any other tag that says, “not for children, the traumatized, or those easily offended.” Author Note: This tale has few tags to it, as it’s just beginning to be told, by this author who refuses to place any limits upon his imagination before even starting to share a figment of one of the dreams and nightmares which haunts his mind in the still of the night. If you hate rape, incest, gore, bore, NTR, Swiss Cheese, or farting while under the covers, you might want to skip this story — it *may* contain those elements in the future. (It may *not* contain them either, as I really don’t know what the future will hold for this story.) I’m not Shakespeare. I’m not looking to write the next Harry Potter, or Lord of the Rings. I’m just a poor smuck having *FUN* creating and sharing a world of my imagining. If you’re the type of reader who’s cool with that, and open minded and not easily offended by *whatever* you read, then give this a try, if you want, and feel free to stop reading anytime that my little tale is no longer any fun for you. Story Concept: If you guys are like me, you probably enjoy reading many of the cultivation novels already out there. I’ve probably read hundreds, if not thousands of them already. Usually, they all start out fine. They have a decent hook that draws me into the story, but then after 1000 chapters, or so, I end up dropping the work. Why?? Because they always end up the same! 1000 chapters in, and the main character is either: A) Mightier than hell, able to swat dragons like flies, and yet unable to hold a girl’s hand without blushing and getting a nosebleed, or B) A complete and utter douchebag who tramples over everyone and everything, raping women and slaughtering men countlessly wherever he goes! Even worse is when he turns into C) The combination of both! “A mysterious purple mist made me rape XYZ, but I’m going to take responsibility for it and make them my woman, even though they’ll only be mentioned in passing once every fifty chapters as an afterthought so they can declare their endless devotion and obsession to me, from now on! Battles are almost *always* life ending, and over the stupidest crap. “Bro, you bumped into me! Now me and my buddies are going to break your legs!” BAM! BANG! POW!! Another 8 guys dead just walking down the street…. How the hell can there be any cultivators left in the world, at the rate they all kill each other off and wipe out each other’s sects?? So, this is my little attempt at telling a similar story, but without trying to produce the same glaring flaws that generally ruin the works for me. In this story, might still makes right. Power triumphs all…. BUT… People are still expected to follow certain rules and laws of common society. Personal power is important, but societal power is always greater. Murder a cultivator, expect their sect and the kingdom to hunt you for it. You might get by with beating someone, breaking their legs, or even raping them — but killing or destroying their cultivation? Those are unpardonable sins! This is my envisioning of how a world might exist where cultivation rules supreme, but I’m hoping to give it life and depth with its own cultures, rules, laws, and history. Just don’t think that all of modern Earth’s generally accepted rules hold true here — this is a completely different world, born from the depths of my imagination, and doesn’t follow the norms of current culture and reality at all.
the_roleplayer · 51.2K Views

Interstellar Heartthrob Beast Tamer [Male Competition]

Wen Meng transmigrated into a melodramatic interstellar novel, becoming the malicious supporting character and fake heiress. As a result, she was thrown into a desolate star's lake at the beginning and nearly drowned. Fortunately, she awakened the beast-taming ability, and with the help of the system, she successively tamed various young disaster beasts and lived together with the little ones. One day.. A pitch-black serpent coiled around Wen Meng's body, its head affectionately resting against her cheek. "Get off her!!" The white wolf at his feet suddenly transformed into a handsome man He clenched his fists and roared at the black serpent. "What's it to you?" The black snake spoke, its voice human-like. To assert its dominance, it coiled around her even tighter and flicked its tongue against her ear. "Can't you understand?" The man, burning with jealousy, grabbed the snake by the neck. "If you play like this, it won't be fun anymore." The black snake unexpectedly transformed into the handsome 858. The smoke cleared, and the two men were grappling with each other. The scene was extremely ugly. "How did they... turn into humans?!" Wen Meng couldn't believe her eyes. "So childish, still fighting." The big eagle spread his arms and hugged Wen Meng's waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her neck. "Only beasts without confidence compete for mates." "Exactly!" The little bear comfortably rested its head on Wen Meng's snow-white thigh, rubbing its furry face vigorously. One of its paws was stretched out, and Wen Meng was trimming its nails. The little bear spoke in a soft, childish voice, "Not like me, I'm a good baby." But at this moment, Wen Meng had already come to her senses. She murmured, "You too can turn into humans, right?" Big Eagle: "..." Little Bear: "..." Later, they all wanted to have her to themselves. Using all their tricks to ruin the reputation of other disaster beasts, Filial piety turns sour, consumed by jealousy. Bai E: "Say you love me, that you love me the most, right?" Wen Meng: ... (I love, universal love) Anaconda: "Why can't we be together? Did you give birth to me?" Wen Meng: ... (You've grown up and become disobedient) Thunderbird: "Open your eyes and look at me. I don't believe your eyes are empty." Wen Meng: "Put your clothes on!!" (nosebleed gushing) Bear King: You think I have no feelings for you? I just go into heat a bit later. Wen Meng: ? (Bear hug, uh, can't breathe) And then later— Wen Meng found the culprit who had plotted against her. "Compete with me? You're not even worthy." That person glanced at Wen Meng with disdain Not a trace of remorse. She had never taken Wen Meng seriously. Wen Meng opened the space card. The most terrifying disaster beast in the galaxy appeared at the same time. The magnetic field and celestial phenomena of the Emperor Star were in complete chaos, as if it were the end of the world. These ancient god-like beasts of calamity bowed to her, Glaring at the enemy with fierce eyes. The woman's face turned pale, filled with terror "Did that scare you?" Wen Meng laughed "I've always wanted to ask you, do you really know, "Actually, you are the impostor?" Finally.. Wen Meng's former fiancé, General of the Empire, roared with reddened eyes, "Tell me! How many more men do I have to defeat to win your heart??" Chief Inspector of the police station, the mad scientist director, the aristocratic business tycoon... all being called out at the same time. And the one, two, three standing behind her... there were too many, Wen Meng couldn't remember them all. This world is a vast battlefield of Asuras.
xc_lue · 42.4K Views

Turning Realities Trash Bin Into A Test Server!!!

“Why do you think you were born in the Realm of Human? No, you, just like everyone else, start at the beginning. Welcome to your first Naraka.” When Haseo died, instead of meeting a God or being judge for his sins, he appeared in an assembly hall with thousands of others. On stage was a man who went on to ridicule them all for their misguided thoughts on where they were on the totem pole of life. Beings who thought they were born in the higher realms, were distraught to learn they existed in the Thought Realm. A collection of metaphysical universes that were all spawn with just a thought. Only Haseo himself was unfazed by this news. Though, rather then him having some insight, it was only because he simply was focused on a more important matter… ‘Man, not only was I placed in the nosebleeds section, I am surrounded by babies. They keep on yapping and crying over the speaker on the stage. Couldn’t hear anything that was said.’ ……… Soon everyone present was given a system of power to help them simulate into their new positions. The systems were all designed to be on equal terms with each other. None were better than others. If you knew your place and followed your path, you would become equals with others. “Haseo Graytoy, please come down here and meet me in my office. Your system needs explaining before we hand it over.” A long silence ensued. The systems were distributed instantly, however a guy with a weird last name was called down. ‘Man what a world.. or afterlife I guess? Who knew there was someone else with the same first name as me who didn’t get a system. Though, I wonder when is a good time to bring up I also didn’t get one.’ Though seeing his surroundings change, he realized that maybe the one who was called was him. “Welcome young man, sorry to single you out. But there are a few strings attached to your system.” The man went on to explain that Haseo was adopted and that was the reason for his last name changing. Him being adopted was due to the maker of the system he was being given. The ancestor of the Graytoy, used himself as the main ingredient of the system. “But don’t let this get to your head. Your system basically is only good for making toys.” Haseo looked at the man confused. “Wait, was I just called here because I am a dud? My afterlife will just be making toys in a factory?!” The man chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “I mentioned the Graytoy ancestor was an ingredient of your system. Hence the toy making part of it. However the reason calling you here is the other parts of the system.” “He somehow got his hands on the Test Server Universe and the Realities Trash Bin Server Universe. The first having loose regulations and the second housing copies of anything that has been made.” Haseo frown when he heard this, thinking he was going to get scammed. He started thinking of ways to plead for this system. Before Haseo could speak, the man raised his hand to stop him. “No need to worry about us keeping this from you or making you agree to unfair terms.” The man stood up and reached out his hand. “In fact, you are doing the biggest service anyone could ever do.” Haseo shook the man’s hand not knowing the start of his afterlife was about to get complicated.
Notaduck · 34.9K Views
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