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A Thousand Death System - The Death Paradigm

For centuries, sixteen castles have acted as seals to otherworldly monster dimensions, preventing their horrors from spilling into reality. When these monsters escape, they manifest as natural disasters—earthquakes, plagues, massacres, and worse. To keep them at bay, elite warriors and raiders with supernatural abilities fight back each time a portal opens. Fifteen castles have accepted the help of governments and organizations, except one—the Kanagawa Castle. The secretive Kanagawa family has always fought "their monsters" alone. But when they unexpectedly call for help, the world listens. Among those chosen to document the event is Kaede, a nobody—an awkward, cowardly school journalist assigned to follow the powerful Sun Jia, a top-tier raider and his long-time crush. But when they enter Kanagawa’s portal, everything goes wrong. Two doors open instead of one—an anomaly. Sun Jia and the team enter what appears to be the safer path. But inside, they face a nightmare beyond comprehension—the domain of Shiniyuku Shinigami, the Dying Death God. Reality collapses. The raiders don’t just die—they feel their deaths transcending time, erased from existence before they can even react. Kaede, the weakest among them, experiences his own death differently—shorter, but far more agonizing. Shiniyuku, intrigued by his insignificance, spares him, mocking his cowardice. Kaede wakes up two years later, the only survivor of the disaster. The world has changed—door hunting is now a global industry, and the Kanagawa family has become more powerful than ever. But something inside him has changed too. A power is growing, something unnatural. Determined to uncover the truth behind Kanagawa, Akihiko’s true intentions, and the identity of the enigmatic Knight X, Kaede embarks on a journey—not as a hero, but as a man seeking redemption. But as he grows stronger, a terrifying truth emerges... Kaede is no longer just a survivor. He is becoming something else entirely. Something that should never exist in reality.
Henry_inketh · 4K Views

DEATH'S OWN

Born with an unusual birthmark, the shape of a skeleton’s head with rose patterns round about it on her neck, many believed she would only bring bad luck to those around her. This belief was solidified when two of her suitors died unexpectedly right after a visit to her home. Such a thing should come as a bother to any woman but the same could not be said about Nyx. She didn't care if the beliefs about her were true or false. She never liked any of her suitors. Her heart had always been longing for a certain man whom she was very familiar with in her childhood but ceased to appear before her the moment she entered adolescence. Since she knew him one thing was very certain about him, he was not human since he never aged. Not even once. Believing he would one day come again, Nyx was prepared to wait until the day they would meet again. But not everything goes as planned. Having a sickly mother whose only wish was to see her daughter get married and an influential suitor who didn't mind the deaths around her, Nyx soon found herself married off and her mother passed away leaving a father who dreaded her existence and a husband she never loved. **** From a distance he watched her grow, keeping his distance from her, staying within the shadows. As she aged slowly into adulthood, the mark on her neck became more prominent and so was her scent. He wanted her to grow, but when she finally came of age, he thought she would be better without him. But as time wore on and other men began to show interest in her, he could not hold back nor could he let them have her. He discarded those who had an interest in her but one of them slipped through his fingers while he was away and took her. He waited to see if she was happy with her life, with that man, if she was, then he would let her be. She would be able to live a happy life this time unlike the previous one, but everything changed when the forces from the underworld learned of her existence and her connection with him. Her husband was killed which he permitted and her life was in constant danger. Keeping the distance was no longer an option and he once again appeared before her.
Blessing_O · 65K Views

**A Beacon of Light in the Darkest of My Times**

**A Beacon of Light in the Darkest of My Times** I remember the night I almost gave up. It was one of those nights where the weight of the world sat so heavily on my chest that even breathing felt like a battle. The kind of night where the silence was deafening, and every shadow on the wall felt like a ghost of my past failures. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor, wondering how I had ended up here. Life has a way of pushing us to the edge, and maybe you're there right now—drowning in uncertainty, heartache, or loss. Maybe you feel like hope is a cruel mirage that vanishes the moment you try to grasp it. But let me tell you something that changed my life: hope is not the absence of darkness. It is the light that refuses to be extinguished, no matter how fierce the storm. ### **The Night I Found Hope Again** That was the night I learned that hope is always loud. Sometimes, it's a faint whisper in the dark, a flicker of light when everything else is falling apart. ### **What is Hope, Really?** We often think of hope as wishful thinking, something fragile that shatters under the weight of reality. But real hope? It's fierce. It's stubborn. It's the kind of hope that looks at a storm and says, "You won’t break me." Hope is not denying reality. It's not pretending that pain doesn’t exist or that life is always fair. Hope is looking straight into the face of adversity and saying, "I believe something better is coming." Think of a seed buried deep in the earth. It’s surrounded by darkness, pressed down by soil. But in that very place, unseen and unnoticed, it begins to grow. Hope is like that—it takes root in the dark before it ever reaches the light. I once met a woman named Maria who had lost everything—including her home, her family, and her health. She had every reason to give up, and yet she didn’t. She told me something I'll never forget: > **"Hope is a muscle. You have to keep using it, even when it hurts."** She would wake up every morning and write down one thing she was grateful for. Some days, all she could write was, "I made it through yesterday." But even that was enough. Then there’s James, a soldier who came home from war with wounds no one could see. The nightmares, the guilt, the weight of things he couldn’t change—they almost destroyed him. But one night, standing on the edge of a bridge, he remembered something his mother used to say: > **"The darkest nights make the brightest stars."** And for the first time in a long time, he looked up. Sometimes, hope is simply deciding to look up instead of down. --- ### **Four Things to Remember When You're in a Dark Season** 1. **Focus on what never changes.** 2. **Find one small thing to be grateful for.** 3. **Surround yourself with people who speak life.** 4. **Take one small step.** Romans 5:5 says, *"Hope does not disappoint."* That doesn’t mean life will be easy or that every story will have a perfect ending. But it does mean that hope never leaves you empty. The night I almost gave up, I didn’t know what the future held. I didn’t know how things would change or if they ever would. But I chose to hope anyway, and looking back now, I see that hope was the very thing that carried me through. So if you’re standing in the dark, wondering if the light will ever return—hold on and keep hoping. Keep fighting. Because hope, even in the smallest form, is enough to carry you forward. And you? You are stronger than you think. This light came in many forms: the kindness of a stranger, the warmth of a friend's embrace, the silent understanding in a loved one’s eyes. Even in solitude, I discovered flickers of resilience within myself—small, yet powerful enough to push back the looming shadows. Each challenge, each heartbreak, each seemingly insurmountable night became a testament to the light that refused to abandon me.
Allis_Philemond · 491 Views
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