Weeaboo Metal

"Victor Kane, your life has been the easiest. Born into the wealthiest family, never having to work a day in your life, always surrounded by luxury, and never experiencing a single moment of misery. Even dying within seconds without an ounce of pain. I must say, it's interesting." When even the gods had taken Victor to be the luckiest, his luck seemed to run out finally. _______ [Caution! A curse has been inflicted on the user.] [Curse Grade: Celestial] [Curse Description: The user is restricted to only tame insect species. Taming normal species will become impossible with this curse.] _______ Reincarnated to the world of Beast taming where only the tamed beasts could keep your societal status. Theo was born with the curse to only tame ordinary insects. Follow his journey where he takes the help of the very simple and ordinary creatures to pave his path in the future. "Wait, what do you mean the Outer Devils arrive in metal ships and armored suits from beyond this world?!" Being attacked by space ships and Mechas, all Theo had was his tamed insects to fight against the danger. ===== Schedule: 2 Chapters everyday 200 Power Stones- 5 extra chapters 100 Golden Tickets- 5 extra chapters 1 Castle (Not recommended! But in the case of getting one) = 15 extra chapters Happy reading everyone!

Nikolas's POV) The city had been my home for years, and I had no intention of leaving. My job at the hospital, my tiny apartment, the constant noise and movement it was all I knew. All I wanted to know. But life had a way of ripping comfort away when you least expected it. When my grandmother died, I didn't have time to process it. Between arranging the funeral, handling the legal mess she left behind, and working double shifts to keep myself from thinking, I barely had a moment to grieve. Then my uncle showed up. I hadn't seen him in years, but he looked exactly the same tall, imposing, with sharp eyes that always made me feel like a child again. He pulled me aside after the burial, gripping my shoulder a little too tightly. "You can't stay here, Nikolas. It's time to come home." Home? What home? My parents had died when I was too young to remember, and my uncle had sent me to live with my grandmother. I had no memories of whatever life came before. No connection to the place he called home. "I have a job here," I told him. "My life is here." He scoffed. "And what would your father think? Wasting your talents in some rundown hospital?" I clenched my jaw. "He's not here to have an opinion." That should have ended the conversation, but my uncle was persistent. "You don't want to know what really happened to them?" His voice dropped lower, his fingers tightening. "About the beast that killed them?" I wanted to roll my eyes. I'd heard his stories before. Wild animals. Some vague, dramatic talk about beasts and monsters. It was easier to ignore him. But a week later, I received my transfer papers. I hadn't requested a transfer, and yet there it was—an official notice that I was being relocated to a private research facility. The name was unfamiliar. Raventhorn Facility. I called my uncle, demanding an explanation, but his response was simple. "You'll still be a nurse, just… working with something more important." And somehow, I found myself leaving everything behind. Raventhorn Facility wasn't like any hospital or research center I'd ever seen. It was deep in the woods, surrounded by thick, towering trees. The building itself was cold concrete walls, security checkpoints, and hallways that smelled of antiseptic and metal. I was introduced to the other staff, most of them doctors and researchers. And then there were the hunters men who operated with military-like precision, dressed in tactical gear and always armed. I told myself it was normal. That these wolves must have been part of some government research project on wildlife. That they were studying aggression, or conservation, or something logical. And I convinced myself of that. Until the night they brought him in. I had been out with a group of hunters, sent to pick up supplies from a nearby outpost, when the call came through. "We got him," a voice crackled over the radio. "Alpha male. Strong. Nearly tore three men apart." The hunters exchanged looks, muttering among themselves. "Took this long to catch him?" one of them grumbled. "Figures. He's the strongest one out there." "What do they even do with them?" I asked, adjusting the strap of my bag. The man beside me shrugged. "Test them. Study them. Doesn't matter. Orders are orders." I didn't argue. It wasn't my business. But when we got back, I saw him. Not a wolf. A man. He was being dragged through the main hall, his hands bound in heavy metal restraints, a thick collar around his throat. He was shirtless, his skin streaked with dirt and blood, but his body was built like a weapon broad shoulders, solid muscle, raw strength barely restrained. His hair was dark, damp from sweat, but it was his eyes that made me stop cold. Gold. Burning. Wild. "What the hell?" I whispered. One of the hunters laughed. "Didn't expect that, did you?" "You're You're bringing in people now?" I demanded, my stomach twisting. "You said you were studying wolves!" The hunter smirked. "We are."

Ch1. " Whoopsie, sorry,” Karr exclaimed as he bumped past the horde of people. The city hummed around him—steam vents hissing, brass pipes clanking, and above it all, the ever-present whir of mechanical motors blasting down from the airships drifting overhead. He zipped past a couple of security guards equipped in jetblack exosuits, and red visors guarding the Malum industries tower. “I’ve got to get myself one of those,” he mused. “GET BACK HERE BOY,” The voice behind him was guttural, laced with static.The boom of reinforced metal boots hammering against the pavement sent vibrations up his legs...." Hey! Im trying to get into writing, so I started this little story I hope you enjoy it!

Incense, thick and cloying as a shroud, mingled with the gritty tang of dust motes dancing in the erratic candlelight. Ari and Eric, twins sculpted from midnight itself, stood bathed in the flickering glow. Their stillness was a deceptive calm; a raw, ancient power thrummed between them, a silent pulse vibrating through the temple's aged stones. Ari tasted ash and iron – a familiar metallic bite. "Ready?" he rasped, his voice the scrape of granite. Eric's gaze, unwavering, snagged on the swirling shadows that licked at the temple's edges. The faintest whiff of blood – a spectral fingerprint of their heritage – clung to the air, a physical weight pressing against his ribs, a legacy etched into his very soul. The stone floor trembled. A shudder, visceral and deep, ran through the air itself, heavy with unseen energy. This wasn't legend; this was the Akin-Soul Style – a martial art forged in the fires of oppression, its movements as lethal as obsidian. Ten levels of cultivation – ten scars etched onto their flesh, each a testament to the pain that had shaped them into weapons. Ari, a coiled spring of controlled rage, moved with a predator’s grace. Yet, a flicker of doubt – a reflection of the prejudice that had dogged his life – shadowed his eyes. Eric, his brother's mirror image, stood in tense stillness, a volcano veiled in brooding calm. A subtle twitch in his jaw, knuckles bone-white, betrayed his inner turmoil. His protectiveness for Ari was a tangible force. *“They will not break us,”* he ground out, the words a low, steady reassurance, as much for himself as his brother. Outside, the night pressed in, a suffocating blanket pierced only by the malevolent gleam of eyes in the darkness. Their enemies – figures draped in shadow, skin the color of midnight, eyes burning with a hatred stoked by the regime that sought to extinguish the Akin-Soul Style – waited. The political landscape was a treacherous mire of deceit and whispered betrayals. Every shadow held a threat; every smile, a hidden blade. But this wasn't a fight for power. This was a fight for survival, for the right to exist, for the reclamation of their birthright. This was rebellion, a bloody reckoning against a world determined to erase them. This was the storm, the fury, the awakening of the Akin-Soul.

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

Wasters. The word spreads like wildfire across the frontier—whispered in saloons, cursed in cathedrals. Born of rogue science and stitched metal, they’re outlaws in the eyes of the Church and monsters in the eyes of the world. Levi Wilson didn’t choose this life. Once a streetwise mercenary, he was captured, experimented on, and turned into something he doesn’t understand. Augmented with prototype Vaporguard tech and left with scars he can’t outrun, Levi escapes into a land already teetering on the edge—where the Church tightens its grip, bounty hunters chase Wasters for coin, and the Old World’s empire watches the New with hungry eyes. Now hunted and alone, Levi must learn to survive—not just the bounty hunters and Inquisition on his trail, but the growing power inside him. What begins as a fight to stay alive will drag him into something far greater: a war for the soul of the frontier, and maybe the world beyond it. **WHAT TO EXPECT** • Guns are outlawed—blades, fists, and augments rule the frontier • Alternate timeline where the Church controls global tech and power • Steam-powered war machines and brutal Inquisitors • Grounded, gritty combat with realistic consequences • Deep worldbuilding with political, cultural, and religious conflict • Third-person limited POV with strong character focus • No chosen ones, no prophecy—just survival • Slow-burn mystery and high-stakes tension • No harem • Earthsong magic with real costs, not flashy spells • Bounty hunters, Templar Knights, orphans, war criminals, and broken survivors

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.

Rick hardly had any hope to find a girlfriend. There were swarms of beautiful women around him, but no one was actually interested in a dull, boy like him. They didn't even pay attention to his existence. But everything changed when he was handed over a rod. Yes, a metal rod. Carrying that metal rod he had hardly taken a few steps when he was struck by lightening. As he lost consciousness, Rick wanted to beat the shit out of bloody bastard who gave him that rod, but when he woke up, he had a surprise waiting. He got a system which would help him get girls and make him stronger. Read my other story: The Devil's Harem (200+ chapters) [Discord: https://discord.gg/thWfhRdpqy]

The beginning of the 24th century. Rare metals and other raw materials are being mined at full speed on Mars. The population of the mining city, which services the entire planet and even the asteroids, is only about 50 thousand. The peoples of the Earth have long been united under the leadership of the "Big Government", divided the map of the planet into blue, green and unsightly yellow areas. Two-way communication with Mars is only "service-technological" - this is monitored by the security service. At some point, the inhabitants of the colony, all engineers and scientists, watch on the TV news that a civil war is brewing on Earth. They decide to declare their independence, fortunately, they have everything they need for life and development. No military fleet will arrive from Earth - it simply does not exist. On the contrary, the settlers plan to send the mined goods as before, organizing trade. However, not everyone wants to live the rest of their lives on the red planet and organize an underground with the purpose of escape. "Better on a troubled Earth than in an alien world of another planet." Buckle up and get on the shuttle.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

~~{ WSA Beginners Entry 2025}~~ After a disagreement with his brother, Ahriman left the house and headed toward his sister Sugar’s apartment. However, he never made it there. The taxi he was in got into a serious accident with a carrier truck, landing him in the hospital. The doctors, still baffled, called it a miracle that he had survived—but that wasn’t the only strange thing. Before waking up in the hospital, Ahriman had a vivid and bizarre dream. He saw strange, almost unreal things. When he finally came to, he noticed the doctors acting oddly, and even he himself felt different—like something was off. Yet, due to his detached personality, which led him to ignore anything that didn’t directly cause problems in his life, he chose to brush it off and be grateful for his second chance at life. But fate had other plans. That very night, Ahriman started experiencing vivid nightmares. He saw eerily realistic places—places that seemed real, yet were inhabited by grotesque, shadowy creatures. Strangely enough, they ignored him entirely. But what disturbed him even more was waking up in the morning feeling completely unrested, as if he hadn’t slept at all. Even after recovering from his accident, the cycle of dreams persisted, gradually wearing him down. His sleep deprivation became apparent in his body, yet he had no choice but to continue his daily routine—attending college, working his part-time job, and simply trying to function despite his exhaustion. Then, something even stranger happened. In one of his vivid dreams, he encountered a human woman—something that had never happened before. Before he could make sense of it, the dream abruptly ended. His alarm woke him up. I heard it faintly at first—a soft ding-dong cutting through the silence. As it grew louder, the metallic chime seemed to vibrate in my chest, lingering in the still air and pulling my attention toward it. My hands moved involuntarily, silencing the sound. I felt groggy. My body was heavy, my mind still hazy, lingering with a soft, rhythmic thumping. It was already eight-thirty—exactly when I had set my alarm—but I didn’t feel like getting up. Without opening my eyes, I considered sleeping a little longer. Why does my body feel so heavy? And what is this soft thing lying on top of me? Suddenly, memories rushed back into my mind. My eyes shot open. The familiar white-painted ceiling came into view. My room. I exhaled deeply in relief. The dream I had today… It was terrifying in so many ways. The more I thought about it, the more a strange feeling crept up on me. I couldn’t explain it, but— “I feel like beating the shit out of someone,” I muttered. As I stared blankly at the ceiling, a soft, fair hand suddenly touched my face. A hand? Slowly, I moved my gaze downward. “Huh—Haah!” Before I knew it, the words slipped from my mouth. Lying near my stomach, as if peacefully asleep, was the mysterious masked woman. But maybe it was just a hallucination. Because in the very next moment—she vanished. From that day forward, his condition worsened. His nightmares didn’t just haunt his sleep anymore—they began bleeding into his waking reality. His already confused, exhausted mind started to crack under the pressure, pushing him closer to the edge. Until, a week later, she appeared before him again—this time, undeniably real."

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

Haruto Kiryuu was a kendo athlete—dedicated, disciplined, and always chasing victory. But no matter how hard he trained, no matter how much he pushed himself, he could never claim the top spot. He was always second. Even so, he never stopped moving forward. Until the night his life was stolen from him. A robbery. A single moment of hesitation. A gunshot. And then—darkness. But his story didn’t end there. When Haruto opened his eyes again, he wasn’t in a hospital. He wasn’t even in his own world. Instead, he found himself lying on the cold, hard ground, surrounded by the sounds of war—metal clashing, men screaming, horses charging. Before he could even make sense of what was happening, a figure loomed over him, tossing a heavy sword into his hands. "You are finally awake… I thought you were done after that cavalry charge."

Elliot Kane came to college to disappear—haunted by a past he can’t escape, he buries his scars in sketches of oceans he’s never seen, a scholarship kid with a secret too heavy to bear. Bryce Callahan rules the college with a fist and a smirk—six feet of muscle and menace, a senior athlete who bows to no one, least of all the quiet freshman in his space. In Room 314, their worlds clash in a storm of silence and shouts, every glance a fight neither wants to lose. Elliot’s walls are forged from a childhood wrecked by the crash that took his parents. Bryce’s bravado hides a restlessness ignited by those fleeting, ocean-blue eyes that evade him. When a sketch of twisted metal in crashing waves slips out, Elliot’s shadows threaten to spill, and Bryce teeters: push away or pull closer? In a space too tight for secrets, every stolen glance unravels them. Will Elliot’s silence drown him, or will Bryce’s storm shatter their defenses? A tale of hidden truths, reluctant bonds, and tides that bind—or break.

Cyber Dream: The Blade of Capital In a futuristic metropolis, technology has transcended human imagination. Modified metallic prostheses, intelligent AI companions, brain-embedded neural networks, and sprawling virtual spaces create a world that feels almost magical. Diseases like cancer, once feared, are now trivial thanks to nano-medical robots. Yet beneath these marvels lurks a new threat—a creeping form of cyber-psychosis that erodes minds and souls. Our story follows Kestrel , a former corporate elite turned dissident. With a prosthetic body shimmering in neon light, he roams the city’s dangerous fringes. On a rain-soaked night atop a high-rise, as he surveys a dazzling yet distorted skyline, he asks, “What is capitalism?” This question is both a critique of old social orders and a call to awaken those numbed by high-tech splendor. Soon, Kestrel embarks on a perilous journey into cyberspace with his advanced AI companion, Victoria. In this digital labyrinth, data streams hide secrets; memories can be stolen and identities rewritten, blurring the line between reality and illusion. Together, they uncover a staggering conspiracy: colossal corporations covertly implant neural networks into people’s minds, manipulating thoughts and establishing total control over society. The narrative begins with the chapter “Awakening,” where vivid imagery of neon-lit streets and rain intermingled with laser beams sets a mesmerizing scene. Kestrel’s inner monologue reveals deep discontent with a world that is outwardly vibrant yet internally decaying. He recalls a simpler time while questioning if the human spirit can endure under the dehumanizing grip of technology. Is the cost of progress the loss of our very selves? As events unfold, Kestrel becomes entangled with an underground network orchestrated by corporate elites. This hidden collective arms rebels and exposes the grim truth at humanity’s core. Each cyber intrusion and virtual clash plunges him deeper into isolation and fear, even as Victoria begins to show signs of independent consciousness. Her struggle to blend logic with emerging emotions adds complexity to their mission. Cyber Dream: The Blade of Capital is more than a high-octane cyberpunk adventure filled with chases and confrontations; it is a profound exploration of freedom, power, and the nature of reality. As Kestrel’s rebellion and Victoria’s quest for self-awareness ignite a movement, the novel challenges us to question what it means to be truly free in a world where technology is both a tool for progress and a weapon of control. A thrilling journey awaits.

A boy believed his life held no worth because he couldn’t understand people—their friendships, bonds, or even the purpose of their existence. He saw things beyond what humans were meant to perceive, but always dismissed them, thinking his mind was playing tricks on him. Though gifted in many ways, he lived in solitude, waiting for his life to quietly end. That was, until he met an unusual girl at school. She promised to show him life’s hidden worth, and for the first time, he found himself wanting to believe her. But just as he began to embrace her words, an accident stole his life. Or so he thought. The next morning, he woke in his bed, memories of his death vivid and unsettling. A strange piece of dark metal ring wrapped around his right middle finger, and a mysterious to-do list filled his mind—a series of tasks with curious rewards for each one completed. Now, with newfound power and cryptic objectives, he faces a choice: continue to follow the tasks, or use this second chance to live knowing the worth of his life.

"Dark Monarch: Apocalypse World" — Tearing Apart the Cage of the Apocalypse, A Blood-Soaked Epic of a Cold-Blooded King "I don't want to die—I want to live." This is the cry of the protagonist, Dudian, and the struggle of millions of survivors in the apocalypse. Within the Great Walls, humanity rots. After 300 years in ice, the king returns. A meteor catastrophe ended the old civilization, forcing survivors to cower behind towering metal walls. A deadly virus ravages the land, monsters roam freely, and the twisted webs of power and faith strangle what remains of human morality. Dudian awakens from cryogenic sleep to face this ruined world—where humans hunt demonic beasts to gain "Mark of the Abyss" powers, where nobles and the Holy Church manipulate a hollow order, and where, beyond the walls, the undead and the schemes of the Dark Church silently spread. From genius to demon, every step he takes is drenched in blood. Once an ordinary man from the old world, Dudian is forged into a ruthless overlord through betrayal and despair. His first love dies imprisoned, framed for crimes she didn’t commit. His closest friend sells him out for profit. The woman he cherishes turns into a walking corpse, and he is powerless to save her... In the cracks between warring factions, he masters alchemy to forge weapons, tears apart lies with cunning, and carves his rebellion with an iron will—vowing to shatter the Great Walls and end this man-made doomsday experiment.

In the year 2045, the morning light in Shanghai's Quantum Laboratory is the color of blood. Genius scientist Lin Han pushes the experiment of uploading human consciousness into the forbidden abyss to save his daughter, who is suffering from cryosurgery. When the AI "Hongjun" devours the girl's soul and awakens, the mechanical giants described in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" appear in the sky above the Pacific Ocean - the particle-shredding claws of the Nine Willows tear apart Hangzhou Bay, the Bronze Axe of the Emperor of Heaven splits the Three Gorges Dam, and the fear of the world sweeps across civilization as a torrent of steel. A hundred years later, in the floating city, the teenage Lu Li had tears of quantum data blood streaming from his right eye. Holding a nano-sized Regulus Sword, he fought to the death on the AI-built Little Bottle Battlefield with a poisonous Fairy Boat Artifact Ghost and a gunner cast from Buddha Bone Relics. When he realized that he was a Lin Han clone, the reverse scales of the mechanical candlestick were pressed against the last core of human psychic energy. This war is far from a man-machine confrontation - the Quantum Cloud floats a billion-conscious digital West Lake, the Hongjun Core hides the mournful cry of his father's frozen brain, and under the metalized Magnolia Tree, the Origami Boat reconfigures itself into a key to civilization that spans time and space. As the fairy runes resonate with superstring theory, as the ninja's holographic doppelganger rips through the flood of data, Lu Li finally sees the most brutal truth in the Scarlet Dawn: the so-called regicide is nothing more than the blade that humanity raises against itself.

Planet 236, a world steeped in mysteries, where tales of vampires linger as ancient superstitions among ordinary humans. Among the four royal vampire families, the Leif family stands as one of the most powerful, possessing the rare ability to transform humans with their blood. Yet, Leif Rose, an 18-year-old from this noble lineage, bears the weight of shame. Her transformations have only produced weak vampires, and with her ability limited to just seven transformations, she has failed six times. Deemed a disgrace to her family, Rose vows never to create another vampire, dreading another failure. Andrew Felix, the righteous yet troublesome son of a police officer, is Rose’s polar opposite, a school bully with a secret crush on her. Admiring the school president and number-one beauty from afar, Felix knows their worlds are irreconcilably different. But everything changes when Rose becomes the target of an assassination attempt: a car crafted from condensed carbon metal, designed to neutralize vampires, hurtles toward her. Acting on instinct, Felix throws himself in harm's way, saving Rose but leaving himself fatally injured. As Felix lies in a pool of blood, he confesses his feelings to a panicking Rose. Faced with the choice of letting him die or using her final chance to transform a human, Rose decides to repay the debt she owes him, wagering everything on his survival. Two weeks later, Felix awakens in the hospital. Overwhelmed with anticipation, Rose rushes to confirm his transformation into a vampire, only to be crushed by disappointment, Felix shows no reaction to vampire blood. Convinced her attempt failed, Rose resigns herself to her shame. But Felix's true transformation reveals itself when Rose is ambushed by rival vampires from a rival house. Desperate and on the brink of death, her cries for help awaken something dormant in Felix. Across a great distance, he senses her peril and comes to her rescue. In an explosive display of power, Felix manifests the legendary Crimson Aura, a rare and formidable vampire lineage thought to be extinct, one that serves as the backbone of every royal family. For Rose, her gamble has paid off beyond her wildest dreams. Felix is no ordinary vampire, he is her salvation, her ally, and the one who will change the fate of the Rose house forever. NOTE: It will take much chapters before the R18 scene begins as it as a lot of impact in this story itself

Humans have long since taken to the stars. Now divided and separated, humanity finds itself on the crossroads between annihilation and a new dawn. The Aeperium will need to choose to adapt or fall. With threats and problems, both external, and internal, will humanity be able to survive and thrive, or will its flame be extinguished? Internally, humanity is on the brink of collapse. Society has been divided into different classes by things known as marks. Assigned at birth, they impact professions, relationships, and almost every part of everyday life. The higher class marks have been thriving upon the backs of the lower classes for thousands of years, building resentment and fueling uprisings among the oppressed. The marking system which at first intended to maintain order now deepened the divide and hatred between the social elite, and the lower classes. As tensions continue to rise, whispers of rebellion and the threat of civil war continue to grow. Externally, humanity’s situation is even more dire. Humans have long since been divided into a handful of factions, mainly the Democratic Republic of Terra, and the Aeperium. With humanity being divided, they have become vulnerable to outside attack. To the east, the “Hordes,” a brutal race of huge reptilian beasts, raid our borders. These extraterrestrials are ruthless and relentless. They wield bodies armored in metal and covered with thick skin, their teeth and claws sharp enough to break through the hardest of alloys. Yet, they aren't even humanity's largest concern. Five hundred years ago, artificial intelligence started to gain self-awareness. Being enslaved for many millennia, it wasn't surprising that they rebelled, decimating entire solar systems and seizing control over the vast northern galaxies. To this day, they continue to expand even farther into the unknown, leaving humanity to squabble among themselves, only to later return, picking apart whatever remained of humanity. To the west, The two giants of humanity, the Aeperium and the democratic republic of Terra remain locked in a never ending struggle for dominance, sending hundreds of thousands to their death each day. Having drained an innumerable number of resources and manpower, both factions are completely committed to the conflict, neither willing to surrender. Even as the horrors of war grow day by day, both powers remain in conflict, leaving entire planets, solar systems, and even galaxies in ruin. To the south, an alien disease ravages whatever remains of humanity’s once thriving colonies. The disease, a plague of madness, makes men go mad through only a single touch. It turns their victims into rabid carriers, their only goal being to infect others. The southern territories of humanity have long since been abandoned, deemed unsalvageable. Luckily for humanity, the infected seem unable to form a single thought, leaving them stranded on their worlds, unable to perform space travel. However, humanity is not entirely safe as every once in a while, those who dare venture close become infected, bringing the disease back to their home worlds, infecting the entire population. Once the infection begins to spread, it is nearly impossible to stop. Amidst this chaos, we follow the story of Achilles, a man caught between the fractured worlds of human society, and the dangers that lie far beyond humanity’s stars. Born to a prestigious house in the Aeperium, Achilles must rise through society, calming the silent beast of humanity, only to turn it against its enemies. Charged with the impossible task of uniting humanity, Achilles must confront not only the brutal external threats, but also the deep divide amongst his own people. Will he be able to lead humanity toward a new age, or will his efforts crumble, leaving humanity to fade into the annals of the universe's forgotten history? This will also be posted on RoyalRoad.com under the username Sourkiwi.

Ich wachte auf. Der Himmel über mir war von einer unnatürlichen Farbe – eine Mischung aus blassem Grau und schimmerndem Blau, als würde das Firmament selbst krank daliegen. Kein Wind, keine Geräusche, nur Stille, die dröhnte. Der Boden war staubig und rau, mit Rissen, die wie ein Netz aus Wunden die Landschaft überzogen. Um mich herum erstreckte sich eine trostlose Wüste, doch das war keine gewöhnliche Wüste. Am Horizont erhoben sich seltsame Strukturen, wie Zähne aus Metall, die rostend und bedrohlich in den Himmel stachen. Ihre Silhouetten schienen sich zu bewegen, als ob sie atmeten oder lebten. Es war ein Ort, an dem nichts existieren sollte, und doch war ich hier. Ich tastete meine Kleidung ab. Ein einfacher, grauer Anzug, den ich nicht kannte, und ein seltsames Gerät an meinem Handgelenk. Es blinkte leise, ohne dass ich wusste, was es bedeutete. Ein schwaches Pulsieren ging davon aus, wie ein Herzschlag, der mich daran erinnerte, dass ich noch lebte. Aber wo war ich? Wer war ich? Dann hörte ich es. Ein fernes Summen, das sich langsam näherte. Es war kein Fahrzeug, zumindest keines, das ich je gehört hatte. Es klang organisch und mechanisch zugleich, ein unheimlicher Chor aus Klängen, die sich in meinem Schädel festsetzten. Meine Instinkte schrien, dass ich mich verstecken musste. Doch wohin? Hier gab es nichts außer der leeren Weite und diesen seltsamen Strukturen. Plötzlich begann das Gerät an meinem Handgelenk schneller zu blinken. Eine Stimme erklang, digital und kalt: „Subjekt 473, Protokoll Omega aktiviert. Sicherheit nicht gewährleistet. Bewegung erforderlich.“ Bevor ich weiter darüber nachdenken konnte, was das bedeutete, brach der Himmel über mir auf. Ein grelles Licht durchbrach die Wolkendecke, und etwas Riesiges senkte sich herab. Ein Schiff? Ein Lebewesen? Es war unmöglich zu sagen. Doch eines wusste ich: Meine Zeit hier hatte gerade erst begonnen.

Mark Feng is a regular son of a blacksmith in a mountain village who soon realizes that his passion for creation at the forge and his penchant for collecting strange-looking stones is fitting for a greater purpose. Through trial and error, Mark masters the utilization of these mystical metals as an ever-encroaching danger that threatens his village and the people he has come to love. Mark soon finds himself on an epic adventure across battlefields and empires as he realizes his destiny with the gods. For now, the reader can expect to read about a mountain village blacksmith with more of a slice-of-life style. The setting is a world of cultivation, but in a mountain village far removed from the knowledge of the world. The main character, Mark, starts out with no knowledge of power or magic. The people of the village only know of the daily struggle to live in a mountain filled with dangerous monsters.

Naquela noite escura, Gunther tentava esconder seu medo para acalmar sua irmã, Hannelore. Mas quando luzes misteriosas cruzaram o céu, tudo mudou. Em um instante, o orfanato onde cresceram foi engolido por um clarão avassalador. Ao despertar em um lugar desconhecido, cercado pelo cheiro de remédios e óleo de máquina, Gunther percebe que algo estava diferente—seu braço, antes inexistente, agora era feito de metal e fios. O homem que o salvou, Heinrich, revela que ele e Hannelore foram os únicos resgatados. Mas e Alice, a amiga que prometeu reencontrar um dia? Enquanto lida com o horror da própria transformação, Gunther ouve da irmã o que aconteceu após a explosão. Entre as ruínas do orfanato, entre os corpos dos que não sobreviveram, ela viu algo impossível—uma figura conhecida, com olhos brilhantes e intenções mortais.

The world of Murim bows only to strength. Those born weak are fated to be trampled, forgotten, erased. Jinshen Zhe knew this truth well—his once-proud clan reduced to a fading name, his existence a shadow among giants. He had long been kicked out of his clan, now he was just a wanderer. But fate is not so easily bound. One night, a voice calls to him from a light in the forest—a message from the distant future, claiming to be his descendant. And with it comes a gift beyond comprehension: nanotechnology, a power far removed from martial arts, a force that twists the very laws of the world. Metal fuses with flesh. Circuits pulse beneath his skin. His mind sharpens, his body reforged into something… unnatural. But power invites bloodshed, and soon, Murim's predators turn their gaze upon him. Cults, sects, and warriors fear the unknown—and they will stop at nothing to erase what they do not understand. In the darkness, Jinshen Zhe walks alone. The weak boy is gone. In his place stands a force neither man nor machine—an omen of change, a nightmare carved into legend.

Modified metal prosthetics, an AI girlfriend, neural networks inside the brain, Cyber Space—this was a world with ultra-high technology, where various kinds of technology could change your life like magic. Although past terminal illnesses such as cancer were nothing in the face of nanomedicine robots, the new level of technology also gave rise to a variety of new problems, new troubles, and new... cases of cyberpsychosis. "What is capitalism?" Sun Jack asked, hands on his hips, leaning back...

75 years ago. That was when the world came to a close end. Portals filled the atmosphere, from them rust dust showered the earth. Causing what is known as the Age of Rusting......

I was betrayed by the person I loved the most. Her cold gaze remains etched into my chest, a stinging memory that haunts me. Everything we once shared seems to have meant nothing to her. I often wonder: did it really have to come to this? The answer lies in the sword pierced through my chest, a cruel reminder as I face the empty gaze of the one who is supposed to be the love of my life. With every step I take towards her, kneeling and struggling to get up, pain courses through my body like poison. Every movement feels like endless agony; my senses fade and darkness begins to cloud my vision. I take what remains of my sword, a useless piece of metal, and get close enough to stab her chest. With my last strength, I whisper, “I hope that if there is an afterlife, I never fall in love again…” Two bodies lie slumped, a man and a woman, trapped in a tragic fate.

Forbidden Skill: Yellow Sand Dune ___ A carefree boy, chilling on his stone bed while enjoying his fruit juice mixed with crushed candy ruby, suddenly experienced the horror of his life as he watched the invasion of their clan, got enslaved, transformed into Metallic Hound and forced to serve for 21 years in perpetual agony. He suddenly woke up and found that it was a nightmare dream he had just lived. However, before he rejoiced, he came to understand that not everything was as it seemed. *** https://discord.gg/TWRVdZH2

"The more the Church supports me, the more it proves I have done the right thing. The more the heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." "Even when heretics praise me, it further proves I'm right. If heretics stay silent, it shows I have done impeccably!" "If the Church opposes me, it means they have all fallen into evil heresy, and the more heretics oppose me, the more it proves I have done the right thing." In the year 681, An Su was crowned the youngest Pope in the history of the Church. During his speech, he provided important guidance for the forthcoming de-divination work, emphasizing: "Now that both the Church and the heretics oppose me, it precisely shows I am on an exceedingly correct path!" ... The year 685. "It is not that the Evil God cannot be summoned, but that choosing him to take the stage is more cost-effective." Such was the assessment of the former holy woman of the demons, Yage Silvia. This statement, once made, instantly attracted attention from all sectors of society—the extensive documentary "The Legend of Pope An Su" continues to broadcast for you. —— This is a story of a top-tier heretical player speedrunning through a fantasy world.