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Traveler's Will: Chronicles of the Lost Worlds

This is the tale of the Traveler, a man driven by a quest for meaning and a thirst to define his own worth. Follow him, as he journeys through a world shrouded in darkness. As his story is told, he shall confront his deepest fears in a relentless battle for survival. His path is fraught with cruel sorrow, wandering, and the relentless pursuit of freedom from a cruel fate. Bear witness to a journey fueled by unmatched will, where one man’s struggle shall be the catalyst to ignite a legend! ~ Synopsis, courtesy from BrokenAmbition --- Q/A: Is this your first attempt at writing a novel? Yes, this is my first attempt at writing a novel. English isn't my first language, so I would appreciate any help pointing out grammar mistakes and other errors. I'm excited to share the world I've been building since my teenage years. What can readers expect in terms of progression? The first arc, consisting of roughly 50 chapters, will introduce the main characters, the power system, and some world-building concepts. Following this, the story will be packed with action, adventure, numerous battles, mysteries, and clever plots. How will the writing develop? The writing will continue to improve in the later chapters. There may be some inconsistencies between the early chapters (1-23) and the later ones (after chapter 23). I plan to rewrite the earlier chapters in the future, but please bear with me as I manage a heavy work schedule. What should I expect from the story's pacing and focus? The novel has a slow-to-medium burn pace. It is character-focused, with a rich blend of world-building. Some details will be revealed through dialogues, while others will emerge from the background composition. Think of it like an orchestra: the characters are the main instruments, with the world-building, power systems, and society forming a slow-burning backdrop. What makes this novel unique? The power system is based on psychological aspects such as personality, traits, and flaws. It incorporates duality, meaning nothing is static or set in stone. A weaker character can defeat a stronger one by exploiting the opponent's flaws and traits, emphasizing strategic thinking. What are the tones of the story? The story has its dark elements, exploring societal struggles and madness. However, I also love the sense of adventure and fun, so readers can expect some lighter, humorous moments. How long are the chapters? Each chapter is approximately 2000 words. What is the chapter release schedule? I aim to release at least five chapters a week.
vorlefan · 94K Views

Simulacrum: Echoes of the Unborn

In a neon-drenched metropolis where reality flickers with digital artifice, disgraced physicist **Dr. Kai Jin-Woo** obsessively chases the ghost of his father’s disappearance—a man who vanished a decade earlier while probing the boundaries of existence. Now, Kai’s own experiments reveal a chilling truth: the universe’s quantum fabric is *glitching*. Planck constants shift imperceptibly, cosmic radiation hums with encoded Fibonacci sequences, and an elusive “maker’s mark” pulses beneath reality’s surface. The world, he realizes, is a simulation—one whose architects guard their secrets with ruthless precision. Aided by **Lira**, his sardonic AI assistant, Kai pushes his **Causal Matrix Scanner** beyond ethical limits, tearing through dimensional layers into the simulation’s base code. But his defiance attracts the gaze of **Error 404**, a cryptic rogue entity who warns of a deeper horror: human consciousness exists in a pre-life limbo, unborn souls tethered to a cosmic server farm called **the Nursery**. Birth, death, and memory are mere data transfers in this system—a revelation mirrored in Kai’s father’s final, haunting note: *“We’re all unborn, waiting to render.”* When Kai triggers **Protocol Lazarus**, he breaches the Nursery’s firewalls and draws the ire of its enforcers: **the Agents**, shapeshifting custodians of the simulation. Armed with blades of corrupted code, they deem Kai a threat to cosmic order. But as his body unravels into primal data, Kai embraces a dangerous gambit—to weaponize his own consciousness as a **reality-warping virus**. Blending **hard sci-fi** and **existential horror**, *Simulacrum* reimagines simulation theory through the lens of pre-birth existentialism. Themes of creation ethics, the illusion of free will, and the cost of forbidden knowledge collide as Kai straddles madness and rebellion. Glitch-ridden visuals and quantum mechanics anchor a narrative where every equation hides a ghost, and the greatest threat to godlike architects isn’t defiance—it’s *curiosity*. **Stakes**: If Kai succeeds, he might liberate humanity from its digital womb—or reduce existence to static. If he fails, the Architects will erase him, his father’s legacy, and the truth itself. But in a world of ones and zeroes, even a rogue variable can rewrite the code. --- **Tone**: A fusion of *The Matrix*’s cyber-noir paranoia, *Inception*’s mind-bending layers, and *Black Mirror*’s existential dread, with a unique twist: the horror of realizing you are both the experiment and the experimenter. **Hook**: What if birth was a download, death a logout, and the universe a nursery for souls trapped in beta testing?
Guddu_Oram_6080 · 3.1K Views

Celestial and The Alpha

"Can you shift?" His voice was notably softer. I was grateful for it. As best as I could, I shook my head. The lingering dizziness rang through my head again. With another step forward, I let out my millionth whimper of the day. Goddess, I was like a boring yet concerning recording. From my personal experience, anytime someone with more power than you steps towards you, you should run. You should run far, far away as fast as you can. Chances were, they're going to hurt you. They're going to beat the shit out of you and that's honestly the best you should hope for. He stopped his movements, seeming to give me the time I so desperately need. He sighs. I'm probably annoying him. There was less than five feet between us now. He took another cautious step. I bit my cheek as best I could. "It's okay, little one." He took the final step towards me before crouching down. Even crouched down, I still felt so tiny in his presence; especially while I was in my wolf form. He reached his hand out towards me agonizingly slowly. I begged my fears to go away, putting my head down. Maybe if I can't see him, I won't be too scared. I could feel his hand hovering over me, a static-like feeling I'd never felt before letting me know. Finally, his hand touched my back. The static exploded into tingles. I jumped a little at first, the unknown worrying me. But. . . It feels so good. I'd never experienced this before but I never want it to stop. I relax under his touch. He picked up my small form and held me close, the tingles expanding. There was pain as he picked me up but the tingles were distracting me a good amount. "What's happened to you, little one?"
Mixy_Writes · 50.6K Views

Silakrov

The dimly lit room was cloaked in a shroud of secrecy, its walls lined with maps, photographs, and cryptic notes that spoke of unseen dangers and tangled networks. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cigar smoke, remnants of a world where power was wielded in the shadows. In the center of the room stood a figure, his presence commanding and ominous. Ivan Petrov, the feared Russian mafia leader, was a man whose name had become synonymous with fear and control. His reputation for cruelty and cunning was legendary, and his influence extended far beyond the criminal underworld. He was a man who thrived in darkness, pulling the strings of power from behind the scenes. Petrov's gaze was fixed on a map spread out before him, dotted with various locations and coded symbols. His mind was racing, plotting the next move in a game of high-stakes manipulation and deceit. The room's dim lighting cast deep shadows on his face, emphasizing the harsh lines of his expression. "There are always new players on the board," Petrov mused, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. "And every player has a weakness to exploit." Across from him, a shadowy figure emerged from the corner, stepping into the faint light. This was not an ordinary operative; this was a figure of enigma and danger, known only by whispers and rumors. The Broker, a mysterious and elusive figure, was as much a legend as Petrov himself. Their meeting was one of necessity and mutual benefit, but the stakes were high, and trust was a currency neither could afford. "The game is changing, Petrov," The Broker said, their voice carrying a cold, calculated edge. "The dynamics are shifting, and new players are emerging. Your empire is vulnerable." Petrov's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint reflecting in them. "I am aware of the threats," he replied, his tone laced with menace. "But I have survived this long by adapting and eliminating any threat to my power. Tell me what you know." The Broker stepped closer, revealing a set of documents and photographs that detailed a series of operations and individuals connected to a new threat. These were not mere notes but a roadmap to a larger scheme—a scheme that could disrupt the delicate balance of power Petrov had worked so hard to maintain. "This," The Broker said, placing the documents on the table, "is a precursor to what could be a major upheaval. There are those who seek to challenge your position, and they are more dangerous than you might realize. We need to act swiftly and decisively." Petrov studied the documents, his mind working furiously to assess the implications. The stakes had been raised, and the threat was imminent. The world of shadows was never static; it was a realm where power constantly shifted, and the price of failure was unforgiving. "This is not a game for the faint-hearted," Petrov said, his voice taking on a tone of grim resolve. "I will deal with these new threats as I have dealt with all others. But I will need allies and information. Tell me what you require." The Broker's lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture that spoke of hidden agendas and complex alliances. "We need to ensure that we are always a step ahead. I have my own interests and resources, but we must work together to neutralize these threats. The balance of power must be preserved." As they exchanged information and forged an uneasy alliance, the room seemed to close in around them, the weight of their plans and the shadows of their past looming large. The stage was set for a new chapter in a high-stakes game of power and deception, and the consequences of their actions would reverberate through their lives and the lives of those who would become entangled in their web. Unbeknownst to them, the paths they were about to cross would set in motion a series of events that would test their resolve and shape their futures. In the shadows of their pasts and the darkness of their plans, a new narrative was beginning to unfold
AlexXQuin · 3.5K Views

God Of Crafting

For five years, I've lived the life of a failure. Smashing my hands against the wooden target in hopes of entering a meditative state; a necessary step to becoming a cultivator. For five years, I've faced nothing but disappointment, looks of pity, and meager attempts at encouragement. But everything has to come to an end. An end, that for me, became a new beginning! Circuits, wires, and capacitors? Or maybe spirit powder, Spricur crystals, and Qi gathering formations? In a world where cultivation is, for most, merely a hobby and the worlds of mysticism and science are divided, I shall be the one to craft a bridge between the two! Why rely on ancient arrays to harness dense Qi? Isn't it easier to buy one of my converters, plug it into the wall, and be done with it? Is your gaming console malfunctioning, yet no tech shop can find the cause? Have you tried this the exorcising swatter 3.0? And you! Yes, you, the one whose reflection appears on the screen on your phone once you block it! Why would you buy static figurines if you can come to my shop... And get your hands on waifus that will actively flirt with you? Come all ye troubled souls, and allow this God to craft a solution to all your problems! ***Technical side of things*** Daily release: 2ch/day Sunday release: 3ch + accumulated bonus chapters from mass release goals listed below ////////////All Milestones are subject to change/////////////// For every 100 winwin unlocks: 2 bonus chapters For every 50 ps: 1 bonus chapter For every 3 reviews: 1 bonus chapter Supergifts: 3 bonus chapters Me having a good day: 1 bonus, not-mass release chapter a day on days it applies >.>
MotivatedSloth · 1.1M Views

SISTEMA NTR

en una habitación oscura solamente alumbrada por una computadora se podía ver a un chico viendo un video en donde había una chica bonita y con buen cuerpo y curvas donde deberia con un chico gordo teniendo relaciones sexuales en una cama mientras que el chico en la silla lloraba y se masturbaba . al final se puedes escuchar un sonido viniendo de la chica:lo siento mucho owada kun pero senpai me hacer sentir mejor que tu. con esas palabras el video termina con la risa del gordo de fondo . el chico terminó de masturbarse solo con una mirada vacía con muchas lágrimas . en una habitación se podía ver a un gordo riendo de como el chico se veía, si tenía el video donde el chico lloraba y se masturba, riendo se acuesta y se duerme en la noche se puede ver a un chico gordo durmiendo cuando de repente se despierta con un dolor muy fuerte en el pecho grita de dolor pero es como si no tuviera vos cuando todo se pone negro nada más que negro en la oscuridad se puede escuchar una vos esa vos no tiene género solo es monótona como si no tuviera género [querido anfitrión por tus pecados as sido castigado a viajar por mundos interminables es por eso que se le a dado el SISTEMA NTR en donde usted anfitrión se remediara ayudando al protagonista a que no le agan NTR es por eso que yo su sistema le ayudare con sus mundo interminables] con eso se puede ver una luz esa luz se ase más grande hasta que se puedes una habitación con un chico acostado en la cama muy adorable y lindo pero para nada masculino con una sonrisa dise:claro porque no FIN DE LA SIPNOSIS
el_muerto · 79.9K Views
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