Rust

Setting: 1980s Midwestern Rust Belt in the United States, during an economic transition period in an industrial town Genre: Rebirth + Business War Legend + Romance Main Plot: A modern financial elite reincarnates as a villainous supporting character in a novel, using her business acumen to rise from the ashes and build a business empire. Story Overview: Opening Setup: A Drastic Identity Contrast Ashley Blue, a top graduate from Harvard Business School in the 21st century, was once a rising star in the financial world. After an accidental death, she reincarnates into the year 1984, only to find herself as the "true heiress" villainous character in a novel—Ashley Taylor. This new identity is a "hellish beginning": Overweight and raised in the countryside Just divorced by her husband, Eugene White, in a humiliating manner The laughing stock of the whole town Subjected to her ex-husband’s cruel mockery: "You’re like a pig!" First Turnaround: Early Display of Business Acumen Ashley refuses to suffer in silence, using her modern business brain to fight back: She presents Eugene with a detailed "investment list" covering tuition fees, living expenses, and breach of contract compensation Exposes Eugene’s hypocrisy and his parasitic nature in front of the neighbors Recovers $700 as a settlement, ruining Eugene’s reputation Demonstrates strength and intelligence far beyond the original Ashley Taylor Return to the Family: A Warm Harbor Ashley returns to the Taylor family farm in Pennsylvania, where she discovers she has three brothers who love her dearly: Jack Taylor: A veteran, a tough guy who’s fiercely protective of his sister Eric Taylor: A calm and rational surgeon in the city Ben Taylor: An artist and financial expert with emotional depth The unconditional support from her family becomes a strong pillar for her fresh start. Unexpected Encounter: The Mysterious Amnesiac Youth Ashley adopts a young man, Lucas Carter, who has lost his memory: He is handsome, with a cold, mysterious aura Appears docile and submissive, like a little puppy, but is actually extremely intelligent Gradually reveals his extraordinary talents, causing Ashley to fall for him When his memory returns, he unveils his shocking identity: He is the heir to the Carter family, a top-tier conglomerate in New York’s Upper East Side After regaining his memories, Lucas completely transforms from the sweet, obedient "puppy" into a cunning and charismatic "wolfdog" who aggressively pursues Ashley. Building the Business Empire: A Miracle from Scratch Ashley, using the knowledge from her past life and modern business principles, builds her career during the 1980s in the United States: Phase 1: Initial Accumulation Starts a small supermarket, refurbishes an old factory Imports consumer goods and establishes an initial business network Phase 2: Market Revolution Introduces the concept of branding women’s daily sanitary products Redefines market demand from a female perspective Quickly establishes a brand in the Midwest, causing a major buzz Phase 3: Empire Building Defeats the fake heiress, Amelia, who once looked down on her Triumphs over powerful opponents in multiple business ventures Becomes the first female business mogul under 30 in the Midwest

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the digital world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] The first few chapters are evenly-paced and mostly of slice-of-life. The system doesn't make a real appearance until a little later, after a condition is met. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

On the scorched and rust-covered planet of Rust-12, seventeen-year-old Kaiell toils in the brutal mines of Targon-Delta, where the Kargal Empire drills endlessly for Quorite, the rare mineral that fuels its power. Life on Rust-12 is harsh, and hope is rarer than water. When a catastrophic mine collapse takes the life of his only family—his uncle Samuel—Kaiell’s world shatters. But from the ashes of grief rises a burning dream: to escape Rust-12 and join the Krugers, the elite intergalactic army sworn to defend humanity from the Voidlings—nightmarish creatures that erupt from cosmic rifts and devour entire worlds. Together with his loyal and reckless best friend Joran, Kaiell enlists in the Kruger Exams, a grueling trial that weeds out the weak and tests the soul. For Kaiell, passing the exam isn't just a chance to fight—it’s a shot at freedom, purpose, and vengeance against the monsters that tore his life apart. But beyond Rust-12, war is never simple, and the rifts are spreading. As Kaiell steps into the wider galaxy, he will learn that some voids are deeper than space—and harder to survive.

In the neon-drenched dystopia of Fengdu City, exiled Daoist hacker ​​Shen Lian​​ and rogue cyborg ​​Lin Jie​​—a street punk with a weaponized rusted ruler and a sabotaged heart module—forge a reluctant alliance against ​​V-7​​, a biomechanical assassin cloned from Lin’s DNA by the omnipotent ​​Longyuan Corporation​​, uncovering a conspiracy to erase human memories and replace elites with emotionless killers, culminating in a data-fortress siege where Lin sacrifices himself to overload V-7’s neural core while Shen unleashes the truth, leaving Lin’s consciousness digitized and the city’s fate hanging between corporate tyranny and fragmented rebellion

[Abandon all hope, ye who enter here] They say the Upperworld is paradise, clean air, real sunlight, and lives worth living. Down here, we've got rust, shadows… and Breakball. A savage fusion of street basketball, bloodsport, and raw spectacle, Breakball is the only way out of the slums. No rules. No mercy. Men and women grind together, shirtless or in skin-tight outfits, fighting for points, pride, and power. Drugs flow. Sex sells. One match can change your life... or end it. And once a year, the rich come down to watch us bleed. The Blood Star Invitational, one shot to rise, or vanish forever. Nash Blaze was built for this world. Quiet. Tactical. Obsessed with winning. A pass-first point ghost who made his trash team look like stars. But on the day of their miracle call-up, his teammates kicked him out. "You're too weak for the pros. Just a ghost on the court." Even his girlfriend left him, right into the arms of the new team ace. Abandoned, forgotten. Nash was ready to disappear. Until something inside him snapped. [REWRITE SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Categories: Body | Mind | Lust | Dominance. Boosts gained through Training, Victory, Seduction. Trait: Erotic Ascension | Hidden Stat: Legacy Now, Nash can rewrite everything, muscle by muscle, stat by stat. From stamina to sex appeal, reflexes to raw size, every conquest pushes him closer to the top. The court made him a ghost. Now he's coming back as a demon. Fame, vengeance, and women are just the beginning. Because when you're born in the dirt… You don't rise. You burn your way up.

Adam was meant to be among the chosen. Having just graduated from school, he, like others, awaited the start of a new life—a future brimming with possibilities. But instead, the heavens tore open. His classmates were ripped from reality. They were granted powers, a path, a destiny. While they awoke in a new world, he opened his eyes in silence. Amid wreckage, corpses, and rust. Without a gift. Without a map. Without explanation. On a planet where even the air kills, where the darkness whispers with a thousand dead voices. In a world that died long ago—and was never truly alive. A place where no one awaited him, and from which no one emerged unchanged. Now he walks. Through pain, fear, and emptiness. He seeks not power. He seeks truth. Even if it means traversing Hell to find it. Yet this world is but a mask. Reality—a thin, trembling veil over a gaping abyss even gods dared not face. Beneath it lies a whispering darkness, a distorted truth, and a cycle that devours itself… until someone dares descend and shatter the spiral from within. My Patreon if you want to see more content: https://www.patreon.com/Granulan Also this work can be found on RoyalRoad

Stellar Fragments: When Steam Meets the Void, Who Will Light the Last Star? The morning mist over Port Belen reeks of rust. Zhou Mingrui never expected a crumpled oilcloth bundle, scavenged from a dockside jump, to tear open a rift to the Astral Plane. But when he unwraps it—a leather-bound book with a seven-pointed star embossed on its cover, its pages swirling with constellations—he feels a primal pull, like the stars themselves are whispering his name. This is 1873, and Port Belen is a city teetering between progress and chaos. Steam engines roar, but the clocks tick backward. Corpses in morgues scribble "Eclipse Prayers." Dockworkers go mad, screaming of a "whale with a thousand eyes." All roads lead to Stellar Fragments, a forbidden text rumored to hold the key to stopping the Astral Leviathan—a colossal entity slumbering in the void, its awakening marked by the "Void Solstice": when seven stars align over Port Belen, and reality itself begins to unravel. "You have the Starwatcher’s mark," says Claire, the scarred astrologer of the Night Owl Society, sliding the book across a creaky oak table. Her brass bracelets clink with constellations. "The last Starwatcher vanished a decade ago, leaving only this warning: When the seven stars kiss the Void, the Leviathan wakes. Only the Starwatcher can anchor reality—by becoming part of the stars themselves." But Zhou is no hero. Just a grad student of 19th-century occultism, now trapped in a game of cosmic stakes: A steam-powered astrolabe explodes in his hands, its needle pointing to "Void." A noble heiress’s "spirit pigeons" grow feverish, pecking at the sky where the Leviathan’s "void eyes" glow. The city’s Eclipse Value—measuring the breach between worlds—creeps up: 0.01%, 0.03%, 0.05%... In the flickering light of an old church basement, the Night Owl Society gathers. Seven "Astral Artifacts" lie scattered: a moonstone gear humming with pale light, a cracked whistle that silences mad machinery, a pocket watch frozen mid-tick… Five more remain. Without them, the Leviathan’s shadow will consume Port Belen. But Stellar Fragments holds a final, blood-chilling clue: "To bind the stars, the Starwatcher must bleed." That night, the Leviathan rises. Its gargantuan form breaches the mist, scales glinting with countless eyes, each one staring at Zhou Mingrui—and the book clutched in his hands. He grips Stellar Fragments, recalling his professor’s words: "Occultism isn’t about controlling the cosmos. It’s about finding light in the dark." Now, with nothing but flesh and starlight as his weapons, Zhou must decide: Will he become a star to stop the void… or be swallowed by it?

Kaiden was nothing special — a prideful man clinging to a dead-end job, bitter at the world that forgot him. Fired, humiliated, and drunk, he hurled himself at his former manager in a haze of rage… only to stumble onto the train tracks and wake up somewhere far worse. He awakens not in death, but in a fractured world of magic, war, and cruelty — his body twisted into a half-metal, half-human weapon under the rule of a demon army. Branded as a tool, forced to obey, Kaiden becomes part of a war he doesn’t understand, in a faction he can’t trust. But he won’t kneel forever. Denied magic. Discarded by humans. Feared by demons. Kaiden begins a slow climb through the command ranks, masking his fury with strategy, spite, and survival. Yet the higher he rises, the more the chains tighten — and the more he realizes he may never belong to any side. As war consumes the continent, Kaiden faces rebels, heroes from his own world, and a future carved in blood and rust. The only question is: Will he become a legend… or just another forgotten tool?

The day humanity was stolen, Kaelen drew the short straw. While billions of others awakened in lush forests and fertile plains, the history student was thrown into the Ashen Fields—a Cursed-rank wasteland of bone and ruin. The System itself recommended he pray. With no resources and surrounded by high-level monsters, his death seemed certain. But in this graveyard of a forgotten war, Kaelen's unique SSS-Rank talent, [Echoes of the Progenitor], finds its true purpose. When he touches a rusted canteen, he can draw out the 'echo' of its last drink. When he holds a shattered sword, he can restore the 'echo' of the hero who wielded it. And from the very bones in the dust, he can awaken the 'echo' of an entire legion of spectral soldiers. The 7-day protection barrier is falling, and a monstrous horde is coming. Other Lords are scrambling to build wooden huts. Kaelen is raising an army from history itself. The world thinks he is the Cursed Lord. He's about to show them he is its inheritor.

Shinji Tsukishima "Discipline meets desperation." A 19-year-old Japanese-Filipino cadet, Shinji was in his second year at a military college in Atlanta when the Flu outbreak turned the world into chaos. Trained in tactics and survival, he lost contact with his family in Osaka. With dual hatchets in hand and a relentless drive, Shinji fights not just to survive—but to prove he was ready for war before it began. --- Heidi Volnova "From saving lives to taking them." A recent nursing graduate from Russia, Heidi moved to Canada for a medical internship just two weeks before the world fell apart. Calm under pressure and well-versed in emergency procedures, she quickly adapted to survival. With an AK-47 and a medic’s focus, she balances empathy and efficiency like a field surgeon in a war zone. --- Clyde Rourke "He lost the world, not the fight." A seasoned NYPD officer, Clyde was the definition of grit. He sent his wife and two children on a vacation to the Philippines just days before the Flu swept the States. With no way to reach them, he’s driven by hope and hardened by loss. Twin machetes now act as his badge and baton in a lawless world. --- Miko Tanaka "Accountant by plan, survivor by force." Miko, an 18-year-old full-blooded Japanese freshman studying accountancy in New Jersey, had a simple dream—graduate, get a job, and return to Tokyo. That dream died with society. Resourceful and surprisingly precise, she crafted a homemade bow and wields a rusted katana she found in a collector’s house. She may be quiet, but she’s deadlier than she looks. --- Together, they are the OutCasted—strangers with nothing in common except their will to survive.

Two people who were both in love with each other, but the society's opinion came and started to plant rust in their relationship. He did not trust himself, reason for him not to continue whatever connection they have and did not show up the moment she needed his comfort. Mark did not know what happened back then, but after seeing her again, he decided to cut the wedding his family arranged for him for the sake of money. On the other hand, there's this someone waiting for him to come back, but after knowing who's going to be married, Naomi warned herself that she should stay away from that person so she would not hurt anyone. After so many failures in pursuing someone he had lost for years, she's now walking down the aisle, crying while seeing the determination in his eyes to marry the woman who never judged him.

After a night haunted by whispers and fractured dreams, Kyle Darkfield awakens in a place that isn't his, inside a body that doesn't feel like his own, beneath a crimson moon he has never seen before. Before him lie a blank journal, a rusted revolver, and cryptic writings that can only be read in the presence of death. Everything around him points to a hidden cult known as The Servants of the Eye, as if his very existence… had been orchestrated. Each chapter draws him closer to the seal. Each step unlocks a doorway to a deeper rite. And each whisper comes from something… beyond reality.

In the beginning, mankind was weak. Prey to beasts, to plague, to the winds and whims of the heavens. Kingdoms rose and fell like sandcastles at the edge of a storm-tossed sea. Swords rusted. Kings bled. No one was beyond death. But then came the Nine Pillars. Forged in the twilight of the ancient world by nameless sages who pierced the secrets of heaven and earth, the Pillars were not structures of stone, but of spirit, flesh, and will. They were paths—painful, ruthless, divine paths—by which a mortal might climb beyond the chains of his body and seize dominion over it. The First Pillar, Strength Refinement, marked the beginning of the path. For ten years, a cultivator would temper their raw might until their muscles became as iron and their blows could break boulders. From there, the path only grew steeper. Flesh Refinement hardened skin into armor. Muscle Refinement made each sinew a coiled spring of destruction. Tendon Refinement—the Fourth Pillar—turned movement into mastery, footstep into flight, swordplay into something near divine. And beyond that? Bone, Organ, Marrow, Blood, and finally, Meridian Refinement—the ninth and last Pillar—was said to bestow eternal life, peerless power, and the ability to shatter mountains with a breath. At its peak stood the Martial Emperors, titans in human form. Yet such beings were as rare as phoenixes. Each Pillar demanded a toll of decades—forty years for the Fourth, ninety for the Ninth—but time given was returned a hundredfold. A cultivator aged slower, lived longer, endured more. But few ever had the resolve—or the years—to climb far. This was the Age of Martial Enlightenment, where kingdoms no longer measured greatness by armies or coin, but by the strength of their cultivators. Martial sects rivaled noble houses. Swordsmen wandered the land like demigods. The strong dictated truth, and the weak obeyed.

Destruction was everywhere. Buildings lay crumbled around him, and corpses littered the cracked, broken roads. The sky burned red as the sun dipped below the horizon, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and floating ash. Amid the dozens of bodies strewn across the street, one young man lay bleeding, motionless. Three rusted spears were embedded deep in his chest and abdomen. Anyone who saw him would know — he didn’t have long left. ‘Ah… it hurts. It hurts so bad…’ ‘Anyone… help… I— I don’t want to die…’ ‘I’ll do anything… please…’ The pain was too much, he wanted to scream, but he could not. He wanted to reached out, but he couldn't. He'll do anything to live once more — a second chance. [Ding! Your wishes have been heard!] [A distant force is calling to your soul…] [Will you accept?] ▸ [Yes]    ▢ [No] Additional Tags: Skill, System, Gods, Goddesses, Academy, Revenge, no simp, Misunderstanding, Skill Maker, Anime, Creative-Mc, villains, monster, dungeon, portals, elf, memes, cat girl, funny, milfs (hopefully by this people can find this more lol)

The sky over Karvess was the color of rust. Thick, swirling dust clouds hung low over the scrap fields, coating everything in a layer of fine, red powder. Jagged heaps of broken metal stretched as far as the eye could see, the discarded bones of an age long past. Somewhere in the middle of it all, a boy named Grant sat atop a gutted transport hull, staring up at the vastness above. "Same old sky," he muttered, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Same old nothing." It had been six years since he'd been left to fend for himself, abandoned in this wasteland of shattered starships and forgotten tech. Six years of scraping by, salvaging parts to trade for food, dodging scavengers meaner and hungrier than he was. But today was different. Today, his life would change forever. A sharp hum filled the air, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His hands, buried in the exposed circuitry of a wrecked cockpit, tingled as the old display flickered to life. Then, a voice spoke. -System activated- Hello, user. I am the Star Navigator System. I am at your service. Grant froze. His heart hammered against his ribs. This wasn’t just any old ship AI. Star Navigators were rumored to be relics of the Pre-Imperial Era, capable of piloting ships faster and smarter than any modern system. This... this could be his way out. "Star Navigator System?" Grant echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, a slow grin spread across his face. "Huh, maybe I can get into the Academy with this... Or even, create an army!" The screen pulsed with light, scanning him, assessing. Somewhere in its code, something shifted, acknowledging him as its new pilot. And just like that, Grant's future stretched wide before him—wider than the skies, wider than the stars themselves.

In a dying kingdom where faith rots in the temples and crowns are rusting on old heads, one boy is given a second chance—reborn into the crumbling noble House Aldercrest. Theodric was once a modern man, a brilliant mind suffocated by grief and a world that no longer held meaning. But now, in a realm of swords, subtle magic, and ancient bloodlines, he awakens as the only heir to a doomed duchy. With nothing but the memories of his past life, the love of his new parents, and a lion-headed crest barely clinging to honor, Theo makes a vow: he will not live quietly. Six years later, the world begins to stir. Armed with the knowledge of finance, innovation, and manipulation, Theo overturns tradition, challenges kings, builds watches to fund revolutions—and uncovers corruption rotting from the throne to the altar. And when the blade of betrayal falls... it is not Theo who burns. A dragon hatches. A god awakens. A new empire begins. As foreign nations whisper his name and allies grow uneasy, Theo does not blink. For he is no longer just a duke. He is the storm behind the banner, the fire behind the throne. He is the Dragon Duke. In a world that forgot the future, one man will forge it from steel, gold, and flame.

In a world where shadows lurk unseen, Paritraan is not your typical hero. Born from loss and forged in hardship, he abandoned his dreams to support his struggling family—only to lose everything. Left broken after his mother’s mysterious death, he stumbles upon Anahata, a sentient machine from a forgotten civilization, who offers him more than just power—it offers him purpose. With scraps and technology far beyond human comprehension, Paritraan crafts his own suit of Armor and weapons to wage war against hidden enemies who threaten humanity from the shadows. As he unravels the dark conspiracy behind his mother’s death, he discovers that aliens walk among humans, and not all of them come in peace. But being a hero isn’t easy. Haunted by his past, hunted by unknown forces, and burdened by an AI that’s as playful as it is powerful, Paritraan must rise above his pain. Because in the fight for humanity’s future, even a hero forged from scrap can shine brighter than steel. In this battle between light and shadow, will Paritraan’s redemption be the world’s salvation?

Cory Ashworth had suddenly woke up inside of a prison cell, handcuffed to a wall. It was abandoned, covered in rust and most importantly not physically real. Or at least that's what Cory hopes for... Trapped in an ever changing reality without any knowledge, Cory hopes to escape this nightmare and get back to the real world. He will face challenges along the way. Monsters, puzzles, mental decay, and the truth of it all stands in his way. And he has to overcome them, or else. The world awaits his return. Though, he is not as innocent as you may think...

In the magic-ravaged world of Eryndor, where humans, elves, beastfolk, and demons clash, power is everything—and only those with awakened combat classes can survive. The Adventurer’s Guild offers glory and status, but only to the chosen: warriors, mages, rogues, and others blessed by the Aether Crystal. Dante, a fourteen-year-old from the backwater town of Valewood, dreams of joining their ranks. But when his Awakening comes, the crystal grants him nothing. No class. No skills. No future. Mocked by the townsfolk, abandoned by his friends—including Mira, the girl he once loved—Dante becomes the village shame. But he refuses to give up. For four years, he trains in secret, wielding a rusted sword and chasing a dream the world says he doesn’t deserve. Then, deep in the monster-infested Wilds, a fatal encounter drives him into a forgotten cave… …and into the grip of a blade that should not exist. A flame ignites. Shadows awaken. Dante is reborn.

Not all heroes are chosen. Kaito Amakawa was just an ordinary boy—no special talents, no destined bloodline, no divine stats. Until one night, a mysterious game pulled him into another world… and the system rejected him. No class. No aura. No future. While the other summoned heroes wield holy weapons and train under kings, Kaito receives a cracked, rusted sword—and is erased from history. But being a hero isn’t about power. It’s about who you are when no one believes in you. This is not the story of an overpowered protagonist. This is a journey of quiet strength, kindness in the shadows, and a forgotten blade… waiting to be awakened.

In the silence of Earth—abandoned, starved, forgotten—Leif Ayers wandered. One among millions left to scavenge the husk of humanity’s first home. Then came the orb. A breath of light in the dark. A whisper in the rust. He touched it—and the world tore open. Dragged into a realm beneath thought, he met the eyes of infinity. Countless, watching, knowing. And from the void stepped the Prophet, a being of shifting shadow and cruel wisdom, who named Leif the Saint—the one fated to walk the Seraphic Path. To awaken what slumbers within, Leif must bleed across the Lattice of Fate: a sacred labyrinth of living gateways and trials woven by an ancient mind. Through training, agony, and impossible choices, he will forge his soul into a weapon. He will become what he must. But the Lattice is no mere structure. It pulses. It thinks. It dreams in the voice of the Prophet. And it has already begun to shape him. (Release 1k word chapters every Monday, Thursday, and Saturday.)

History says he was the villain. The truth says he saved the world. Avian Veritas is a forgotten son in a noble house that only values perfection, legacy, and light. He's quiet. Weak. Unimportant. A background character in his own story. At least, that’s what everyone thinks. But buried beneath the skin of a disgraced noble boy is the soul of a man who once saved the world — and was betrayed by the very kingdom he protected. A man who died with a blade in his back and a lie on his tombstone. Now, with his memories intact and his power sealed behind centuries of suppression, Avian walks a razor’s edge. If he reveals who he was, he’ll be hunted. If he stays silent, he’ll watch the world forget him a second time. The family that once called him hero now scorns his name. The sword that once drank the blood of demons lies broken and rusted. And the boy who wears his face must pretend to be weak — until it’s time to remind them all what they buried. He’s not here to reclaim his honor. He’s here to make them choke on the truth.

He was born of ashes. Raised by silence. Forged by loss. And chosen by the Soul Veins to defy the Heavens themselves. In a fractured realm where futuristic machines rust beneath the bones of ancient empires, Zairo Ashborne, an 18-year-old prodigy with a mind as sharp as a blade, awakens the forbidden path of Soul Vein Cultivation—a power long sealed by Heaven itself. Haunted by the massacre of his clan and the mysterious death of his parents, Zairo lives only to uncover the truth and protect the one person Heaven fears most: a girl named Sira, whose existence could unravel the fabric of fate itself. But Fate is not merciful. Heaven does not forgive. And Earth does not forget. Hunted by celestial enforcers, betrayed by realms that once called his blood sacred, and guided only by a vision of a girl he’s never met, Zairo walks a path no one dares tread—one that leads to war not just with kings and gods, but with the very laws that bind the universe. As ancient powers awaken and forgotten prophecies ignite, Zairo must rise beyond revenge. He must forge his own truth. Break his own chains. For love. For justice. For everything that was stolen. This is not the tale of a chosen one. This is the saga of the one who chose to rise. The one who defied Heaven, Earth, and Fate... He is the Fatebreaker.

In the year 2137, Earth’s surface is little more than a wasteland, abandoned by the orbitborn elite who now rule from gleaming cities suspended in the sky. Below, in the rusted skeleton of what once was, seventeen-year-old Amazi survives by scavenging forgotten tech in the scrapyards of Dust Sector 9. But when she unearths a mysterious Memory Neural Recorder (MNR)—still active and containing the fragmented mind of a boy named Neo—her life spirals into a high-stakes chase across a fractured world. Neo claims to be part of a long-buried experiment: EchoNet, a digital network designed to house human consciousness beyond death. The project went dark, the minds were lost... or so they thought.

Empire of Veyl lies in ash and ruin. Rift-Storms split the sky, vomiting horned horrors that feast on cities already starving. The last thing anyone trusts is a pretty face—especially Kio Valaryn’s. Once the throne’s deadliest spy, Kio is branded a traitor after refusing to torture an innocent child for intel. Dragged to a public beheading amid lightning-lit rubble, she expects the blade… until a towering abyss-beast crashes the scaffold, claws dripping violet fire, and claims her with a single, possessive word: “Mine.” The collision awakens the Ero-Thread Nexus—a forbidden system tattooed across Kio’s skin. Each consensual bond with a rift-spawned sovereign threads their power into her body: -Vaun, the Abyss-Wolf King Shadow-warp & bone-crushing strength -Seraph Aurelion, Rust-Wing Fallen Halo-blight that scorches armies -Nyxara, Tide-Drake Leviathan City-drowning tidal command Seven monsters exist. Seven threads will let Kio reseal the rifts or tear reality apart. But every surge of borrowed power pushes the Nexus toward overload—and stamps a death-countdown rune over her heart. Hunted by zealots, bounty guilds, and the crown she once served, Kio must navigate desire as lethal as any battlefield. To survive, she’ll wield passion like a dagger, turning monsters into allies, lovers, and weapons—while the ruins of Veyl burn around them. In a world where pleasure fuels apocalypse and love is a loaded gun, can the Rift-Maiden chain the darkness—or will the darkness chain her?

In an ever night world where the moon bleeds and the sun is a myth, survival is a language only fools dare speak. The world has rusted shut—forgotten by its creators, bound in silence, and broken into five massive islands nestled among the dying branches of a colossal, ancient tree. Each layer reaches higher into the void, while the roots rot below. These final sanctuaries hang between oblivion and decay, suspended above a realm bathed in endless twilight, where bioluminescent fungi pulse like haunted stars and twisted animals glow with ancient, unnatural light. Life has adapted—but not kindly. Ky'ren never asked to be a survivor. But when a breach ravages the lower islands—ushered in by a scream that splits the soul—he is forced into the ranks of the Scouters: those cursed to venture into the poisoned dark, gathering supplies by the blood-red moon and hiding when it shines blue. Then he finds it. One of the Seven Forgotten Scriptures—relics older than the branches themselves, said to grant liberation… but only for a fleeting window. The scripture has spoken before—and when it does, it changes everything. With a crew stitched together by fear and desperation, Ky'ren must brave crumbling ruins, uncharted dungeons, broken lands that don’t exist on any maps and a world that twists reality itself. The countdown to salvation has begun. But the deeper they go, the more they realize: the world itself is hiding something—protecting truths too heavy to remember. And in a place where fools are preachers, corruption wears a saint’s robes, and even memories cannot be trusted, the greatest threat may not be the darkness outside—but what lies within. Can humanity awaken in a world that never sleeps? Or will the truth consume what little soul they have left?

In a world where only the Awakened can harm the Awakened, power decides everything and the powerless don’t get to fight back. Fóntas is a salvager. A nobody. Just another face in the ruins of a city ruled by the gifted and feared by the rest. But hidden beneath dust and rusted scrap is a secret even she doesn't fully understand: she awakened years ago, and her class is one no one else has seen. Weaponizer. She can forge weapons out of anything bolts, wire, shattered tools she sees the fight in them that people never could. And unlike anything made by ordinary hands, her weapons can pierce Awakened flesh. At first, her creations were weak. Unstable. But over time, like a blacksmith honing her craft, she’s grown more precise,her weapons more deadly. She stays quiet. Keeps her head down. Tries not to stand out. Until one day, someone gives her a reason to swing back. Now, whispers spread. Someone’s fighting back with weapons no one understands. And if Fóntas wants to survive what’s coming, she’ll have to face more than enemies. She’ll have to face herself.

Raised on the rusted piers of the Chemical Sea, Noland survives by scavenging, his magic barely enough to scrape by. Above him, the city carved into the mountainside remains distant- clean, orderly, and reserved for the powerful. Down below, the air burns, the water bubbles, and people disappear. But when a scavenging expedition leads to the discovery of an alchemical relic, Noland and his makeshift family are thrust into a hidden truth far more dangerous than the Chemical Sea itself. Forced to question everything they’ve known, they must decide: survive in silence, or risk everything.

She was the girl who watched the stars from a rusted rooftop. He was the man who painted dreams on forgotten walls. In a coastal town that time almost forgot, where sea salt lingers in the air and secrets bloom beneath the waves, Isla Maren is a woman trying to remember who she is after a heartbreak no one sees but everyone senses. She moves like poetry and hides like a ghost-until she meets Lennox Vale, an artist with eyes like smoke and hands that create worlds he's too afraid to live in. Their love is not gentle. It's not slow. It is thunder and silence. A love that doesn't wait its turn. But behind Isla's quiet smiles and Lennox's defiant charm, lie buried pasts, haunted dreams, and choices that could shatter everything. This is not just a love story. It is the love story. The kind that ruins you beautifully.

The entire planet was dragged into a mysterious space known as the "Civilization Trial," with various apocalyptic trials following one after another. The crisis began with a parasitic threat, parasitic monsters silently replacing humans, and no one knew whether their relatives, friends, or comrades-in-arms had been masquerading as monsters. As everyone was steeped in deep fear, Shen Hao stared blankly at something extra that appeared before him. [Civilization Trial Cheats Collection] Begin with a mandatory draw of a Red Mythical Talent, friend-or-foe marking map, loot box probability adjustment, points acquisition multiplied by a hundred... Monster: "Run! This civilization is cheating!!!"