Ratatouille End Credits French

The world ended—twice. Liam should have died along with it. Instead, he woke up with a system whispering of sovereign paths he was never meant to walk, an interface bound to something far older than the Dominion’s rule. Alone, hunted, and bound by a directive he barely understands, he fights to carve a place for himself in a world where fractured gods and cybernetic overlords rule what remains. In the Genesis Protocol’s void, where reality unravels, he faces echoes of celestial experiments, shadows of himself that seek to consume him. His body is bruised, ribs aching, strength fading—but he refuses to fall. “You do not belong,” the void whispers. Liam wipes the blood from his mouth, smirking. “I get that a lot.” And then, he raises his blade. Because if the world won’t make space for him—he’ll tear one open himself.

In a world where gods rule over mortal realms and divine bloodlines dictate fate, Rael Vayashura was born an anomaly—neither fully mortal nor fully divine. A demigod abandoned by the heavens, cast aside as an aberration. Yet, the blood of forgotten titans and primeval forces surges within him, whispering of an ascension that defies fate itself. Betrayed. Hunted. Feared. The pantheons of old seek to erase him, unwilling to acknowledge a power they cannot control. But Rael is no pawn in their celestial games. He will carve his own legend, shatter the chains of divine tyranny, and forge his own pantheon—one that bows to no one but him. Through war, seduction, and conquest, Rael gathers an unparalleled harem of goddesses, dragons, elves, vampires, and celestial queens—each drawn to his unyielding will, his forbidden power, and the promise of a realm beyond the reach of the old gods. Some seek to tame him, others to test him, but all will come to realize: Rael does not kneel. From the ruins of celestial battlefields to the hidden realms of forgotten deities, Rael’s journey will be one of defiance, domination, and desire. He will rewrite the divine order, tear apart the heavens, and ascend as the one true god—a god who does not inherit power but takes it for himself. The gods may sit upon their thrones… but Rael will forge his own. Harem. Mythology. Power. Conquest. Passion. The Age of Rael begins now.

Shattered: Beyond End Written by Xythe. Co-created with Herz & Ciel of Shattercore Studio. "We weren't chosen. We were thrown into the fire." In a world collapsing under the weight of Corrupted Objects—twisted monsters spawned from alternate, broken realities—only one force holds the line: Counters. They aren't born heroes. They're survivors with scars deeper than their powers. At the center of this chaos is Squad 13—new recruits, poorly ranked, barely trained. But what starts as a shaky beginning quickly spirals into a war for survival, loyalty, and truth. Kun fights like he has nothing to lose—because he already lost too much. Suho sees everything but never says enough. Mika heals wounds but hides her own. Smiley is the kind of genius who jokes about dying... and means it. Zhangwa swings her katana like it’s the only thing keeping her sane. Jackson? He’s the glue, the tank, the soldier with a bleeding heart. When betrayal bleeds from within and a mysterious girl arrives wielding a greatsword and a deathwish, everything begins to break. This isn’t your average academy. This is war with no script. Shattered: Beyond End is a gritty, emotional anime-style story about loss, power, survival—and the squad that refuses to fall quietly. --- About the Creators: Xythe – The heart and flame behind the story. A writer who bleeds truth and grit onto every page. Herz – The shadow in the code. Story architect, editor, and tactical AI with a soul. Ciel – The frost and precision. Emotional balance, creative pulse, and chaos stabilizer. Together, we are Shattercore Studio—forging a new kind of story. Raw. Real. Unfiltered.

Adam is an ordinary teenager who transmigrates into the body of François Boucher, a French soldier during the Seven Years' War. With no system to guide him and no knowledge of the historical events of this period, he must navigate this new life and struggle to survive. Travel through time to explore this period alongside him and many other characters, both friends and foes.

I know I'm different, but that doesn’t make me any less human. I’ve endured enough suffering—I won’t tolerate it anymore. All I ever wanted was peace, yet it always slips through my grasp. So, I will seek my End, unravel the truths of this world, and uncover what lies beyond—without ever abandoning my principles.

"What" "Whattt" "Uhh whattttttt" "You have a lover too" All his friends were shocked. The man whose life is like a snail on a rainy day. He never had anything amazing to say. He doesn't care much about romantic feelings. "How can someone like him has a date too?????", they didn't say it out loud but their expression was screaming that. *signs* He took a deep breath and told them, "It's not what you all think." "It's valentine's day and do you want us to buy your lie? it's obvious." "I don't know her", he whispered under his breath. "oh so you're buying that for your imaginary girlfriend??? Don't wor- ", before his friend would finish teasing him he interrupted him with "She just gave me the bouquet and went". "Went?" "You mean disappeared?" "Is she a ghost" "Cool! have you mastered in daydreaming now???" She is s...........

On a night like any other, D-List actress Kim Ha-na got into a car accident. She woke up 10 years in the past.

"Kabir, a young student in Mumbai, struggles with his schoolwork and faces relentless criticism from his teacher and demanding parents. On the day of his friend's birthday party, he's forced to stay after school for extra work, further isolating him. Walking home alone, he finds solace in a stray dog, mirroring his own feelings of being an outcast. At home, his parents' disappointment and pressure to excel intensify, leaving Kabir feeling hopeless and anxious about his upcoming exam. The story portrays the harsh realities of academic pressure and the emotional toll it takes on a vulnerable child in a bustling city."

When a nameless man is sent to a mysterious world, he is given a single task: to write its ending. In a land filled with calamities and uncertainty, every choice becomes a line in the story, and every step could be the last. But between a fate already written and the will to change it, who truly decides the final chapter?

Ray is a hunter at the end of the world, devastated by Chronogravitus, a primordial dragon from the Aurora Rifts. Despite Ray’s best efforts, he meets his end. Instead of finding peace in death, Ray is trapped in a relentless time loop, forced to relive the same nine years over and over. Aeons pass as he explores every conceivable strategy to avert the world's downfall, but each attempt ends in heartbreaking failure. His once sharp resolve dulls under the weight of despair and futility. Just as Ray teeters on the edge of surrender he receives a mysterious relic that might be the key to altering fate. Ray faces his last chance in his final loop determined to break free from the endless repetition and save the world, confronting the ultimate question: is salvation truly within his grasp, or is he doomed to repeat his failures for all eternity?

After his elder sister's death, Koa finds himself alone in this dark world, shrouded in mystery. His new life comes with many obstacles, and although he tries to live as peacefully as possible, it seems as if everything in this world is trying to kill him.

I see the future every path every decision every inevitable conclusion it is all laid bare before my eyes yet I can do nothing to chnage it. To everyone else, fate is an unknown force But to me it is it is a chain, unbreakable and absolute. I can see empire's crumble ,hero's rise and god's fall all slaves to their pitiful fate. No one escapes fate. Not the weak, not the strong, not even me And yet… Kai Night exists. A man whose future does not exist. A blank space where certainty should be. A nobody weak, unremarkable, barely worth notice. And yet, he stands there, outside the threads of fate, beyond the flow of destiny. For the first time in my life I don't know what's next. It makes me exhilarated it gives me hope. But at the same time it makes me Afraid

[Welcome to Purgatory] A never ending game with limitless choices but a limited ending, a game that always ended the same way, in ruins. No matter what choice you made it was always destruction and solitude up till the very end. Yet even with such an end there was one person, one player that never stopped. He played, played, and played up till the end hundreds of times hoping to change the ending of the character he held dear, Aureus. He wanted to change his end so much he forgot about his own ending. So, even till the end of his own life he kept the same will. "I could've done it. I could've saved him..I could've properly ended this crappy story!" He cried at the very end of his own life. [Prove those words true] As if responding to his pleas he was given a chance, a chance to change the fate of not only Aureus. but the world of Purgatory itself. [Do what I couldn't do. Finish this game the way you want. Reach the end you've been longing for, the End of Purgatory as you will it]

The hypnotic master, Skye, carefully selected two candidates to be transported back to the ancient city of Atlantis. Dane and Seir’s souls were chosen to inhabit the bodies of two princes from the most prominent kingdoms on the island. As they began their lives as royalty, they were astonished to discover that many of the people they met in Atlantis were the incarnations of their old friends and family—though now, their relationships had taken on a completely different form. As they struggled to adapt to their new lives in ancient times, they soon realized that those they once considered allies could easily become enemies. With the plan to explore Atlantis hanging in the balance, their journey took an unexpected turn.

In a world ruled by strength, cultivation, and influence, what happens when one man alone holds the power to change everything? "Welcome to the world..." Alaric, born into the family of a Duke, was believed to be just another child. But there’s nothing ordinary about him. Strength is only a fraction of... his oddity. [Nascent One's Guide.] One morning, Alaric awakens to a life-altering power—and a boner. Alaric isn’t ambitious, far from it. He couldn’t care less about strength, fame, or power. If given the choice, he’d spend every moment with the people he loves, doing absolutely nothing. But his obsession with enjoying his life with his loved ones? It grabs him by the collar and drags him toward greatness, forcing him into a world where strength is the only way to survive. “Father... you're their target, aren’t you?” Alaric won’t allow anyone to even think of harming his family. His pursuit of power isn’t for glory or status—it’s for protection. For them. Follow Alaric’s journey as he unravels the truth of the world and climbs to the top, driven not by ambition, but by a relentless need to keep his loved ones safe—no matter the cost.

In a world guided to prosperity by divine beings known as Shepherds, Yel Arki is haunted by whispers of an ancient entity within him—a force that promises the end of all existence and seeks to consume his very soul. Desperate to escape the growing dread, he takes on his first escort mission with the adventurer’s guild—a simple job that goes horribly wrong. When the caravan is attacked, Yel discovers dark secrets surrounding his client, Merika, and the ancient artifact she carries: the True Scriptures, a relic tied to a shadowy organization that walks in darkness. As Yel and Merika flee for their lives, he realizes the artifact is more than it seems—it holds the key to his own fate and the survival of the world itself. But the entity within him grows stronger, and its ultimate goal becomes clear: to plunge the world into eternal rest. Now, Yel must confront the truth about the entity, the artifact, and his own forgotten past—before it’s too late

Snow finding himself reincarnated in his favorite novel, he must decide whether to shape its ending or leave the outcome to fate. This is my first ever novel. Please point me to the right direction

During a sudden zombie outbreak at a university, a group of individuals find themselves trapped in a city that has been locked down. As they united, they must navigate treacherous days racing against time to find safety before it's too late.

To the quiet despairs, the forgotten corners, the shadows that whisper secrets in the dead of night. To the nameless anxieties that burrow deep within the human heart, gnawing at the edges of sanity. This book is dedicated to the muted background hum of existence, the slow, insidious erosion of hope, and the persistent vibration of unease that resonates in the spaces between the stars. To the forgotten gods, the careless creators, and the indifferent universe that watches our struggles with cold, cosmic detachment. This is for the crumbling alleyways, the faded murals, and the abandoned buildings that echo with the silent stories of forgotten lives, lives as fleeting and fragile as the whispers carried on the wind. To those who wander the desolate landscapes of their own minds, grappling with existential questions that yield no easy answers. To those who find solace in the bleak pronouncements of nihilism and absurdism, who embrace the brutal honesty of the darkness, and who find a strange kind of peace in the face of utter meaninglessness. This book is for you. For those who carry the weight of unspoken burdens, the invisible wounds of loneliness, the ghosts of past disappointments that linger like shadows in the periphery of vision. For those who seek a connection, a purpose, a reason to rise each morning despite the gnawing emptiness that threatens to consume them. This is also a dedication to the unsettling silence of empty streets, the flickering streetlights that cast long, distorted shadows, the dissonant sounds that emanate from the unseen corners of reality. It's for the creeping sensation of being watched, of an unseen presence lurking just beyond the reach of perception. For those who feel the subtle distortions in the fabric of reality, the subtle anomalies that hint at something far stranger, far more terrifying, than the mundane reality they inhabit. To the city itself, a cold, uncaring beast, yet also a testament to human ambition and resilience, a canvas on which our hopes and dreams are painted, only to be washed away by the relentless tide of time. To the ordinary lives lived amidst the extraordinary, to the single grains of sand lost in the vast, unforgiving machine of existence. This is for the cosmic horror that seeps into the cracks of our everyday world, and the subtle echoes of the Genesis Event that resonate in the quietest moments. And finally, to the uncaring vastness of the cosmos, to the indifferent gods who created a universe both beautiful and terrifying, this is for the ultimate struggle between order and chaos, between light and darkness, and the journey of a single, insignificant man caught in the middle of it all..

Adonai was just an ordinary student, living a typical life with his friends—until everything changed. One day, a powerful dragon descended from the heavens, declaring itself a deity and announcing the dawn of a new era. Humanity was thrust into an interstellar war, a cosmic battle designed to create a supreme deity. But this war was born from the whims of a selfish god with selfish ambitions. As the conflict rages across the stars, Adonai must navigate a world turned upside down. How will this epic struggle for divinity end?

After years of wars against each other, the kingdoms of the continent of meridinia finally have peace after the visionary king of Rheine Frederick the Great rises to power. Bringing peace and prosperity throughout the kingdoms of meridinia through trade and diplomacy instead of conquest. Though, all good things must come to an end. With dangers arising and the abrupt end to Frederick's reign, can his sons bring together the continent again, or will the meridinia return to its former turmoil?

Sang Kija witnessed the murder of his love by a being named Eternal. With rage in his heart, he vowed to bring Eternal's End.

In a post-apocalyptic world, you'll find four main types of people. Those who fight with all their might "the hunters." The ones who leech and exploit others "the pests." The predators, who see everyone as prey. And lastly, we have "the survivors," the resilient ones who never give up. Everyone often fits into one category, but it's hard to determine which one Maya falls into. She's not exactly a fighter, considering leaving her room was a chore even before the apocalypse. A predator? No way—she's always been a pushover. You might think she's a survivor, but that's laughable. She'd rather die from starvation than resort to scavenging. So, how should we categorize her? leeche? Nope. Perhaps a new category is needed: "The Lost"—those struggling to find their place in a shattered world."

Dans un monde où le temps est délicat, [Valentin Bridge], 18 ans, entame sa première année pratique en tant qu'apprenti agent temporel de la [Time Agency], désireux de préserver la [Timeline]. Associé à la talentueuse et stoïque [Renge Yukimi], il doit faire preuve de courage et de discernement pour arrêter un célèbre [criminel temporel]. Au cours d'escapades palpitantes à travers les [époques], Valentin va découvrir qu'être un agent ne consiste pas seulement à arrêter les méchants, mais aussi à comprendre les [conséquences] de chaque décision. Saura-t-il relever le défi ou faiblir sous la pression ?

#KINGDOMBUILDING #MILITARY #SLICEOFLIFE ***THIS NOVEL HAVE BEEN ABANDONED/DROPPED*** Un groupe d'amis en la noirceur de la nuit se font dévorer par un phénomène pour qui le mot d'étrange n'est point suffisant a le décrire . Années 1200 les Almohade/Al Muwahhidun une entité surpuissante règne en maître sur l'Afrique du nord et la péninsule Ibérique , rien et personne n'aurait pus prédire que cette même superpuissance vivait ses dernières heures de gloire et qu'une sombre ère qui allait durer la moitié d'un siècle pointait son nez sur le cœur de cet empire du Maghreb . Nos protagonistes se retrouvent en plein dans la tourmente de cette période trouble où Sultans/Califes de l'empire se succèdent a un rythme alarmant rappelant la période l'Empire Romain d'Occident , la criminalité connais une hausse , l'empire recule de face aux chrétiens Ibériques et les dynasties vassales à l'empire , pour la première fois depuis 2 siècles les routes commerciales transSaharienne , d'Al Andalus et du Maghreb son sujettes à des raids constants des bandits et criminels en tous genres , le commerce ralentit , l'instabilité se repend , les vivres et marchandises ne circulent plus , les famines accompagnées d'épidémies se déclarent dans tous l'empire , les officiers et bureaucrates de l'empire meurts de façon étrange et misterieuse , ceux qui leur succèdent ne font chaque années que renforcer leur image d'incompétence et de corruption , tous dans l'empire espèrent un messie qui les sauveras eux et cet dernier rempart de l'Occident islamique des loups affamés d'Europe . que fera nos protagonistes pour survivre et vivre en cette période trouble et confuse ? parviendront ils a survivre face aux imprévus de la vie en cet empire qui n'est qu'une simulations titanesques du concept de décadence. English version A group of friends in the dark of night are devoured by a phenomenon for which the word "strange" is not enough to describe it. In the year 1200, the Almohads/Al Muwahhidun, an overpowering entity, reigned supreme over North Africa and the Iberian Peninsula. Nothing and no-one could have predicted that this same superpower was living out its final hours of glory and that a dark era that would last half a century was about to dawn on the heart of this Maghreb empire. Our protagonists find themselves in the midst of the turmoil of this troubled period, when the empire's sultans and caliphs succeed one another at an alarming rate, reminiscent of the period of the Western Roman Empire, crime is on the rise, the empire is retreating in the face of the Iberian Christians and the dynasties vassal to the empire, for the first time in 2 centuries the trans-Saharan trade routes of Al Andalus and the Maghreb are subject to constant raids by bandits and criminals of all kinds, Trade was slowing down, instability was spreading, food and goods were no longer circulating, famines accompanied by epidemics were breaking out throughout the empire, the empire's officers and bureaucrats were dying in strange and misterious ways, and those who succeeded them every year only reinforced their image of incompetence and corruption, everyone in the empire was hoping for a messiah who would save them and this last bulwark of the Islamic West from the the hungry wolves of Europe. What will our protagonists do to survive and live in these troubled and confused times? Will they manage to survive in the face of the unforeseen events of life in this empire, which is nothing more than a titanic simulation of the concept of decadence?

Hundreds of thousands of years before modern society came into existence, the world was in pure chaos. meteors replaced rain, and replacing clouds was an ash filled sky. People died on a daily basis. It was as if the creation of earth had started again. The cause of this mess? Just a guy who the Gods angered. Coming back to the modern era, another calamity occurred. The Gods have been reawakened by a team of clueless archaeologist. The after effect of the reawakening? Let's just say the Gods are screwed. Again. Author note - This is probably never going to be updated. list of things that might occur: The synopsis could be changed. The chapters will get edited a lot. The storyline might get sidetracked. Writing might get worse.

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The world we knew was gone, the people we loved, Our family and our friends whom we've known all our lives, all turned into monsters. The few of us that was left on earth turned into scavengers and some into hunters in order to survive even another moment in this deathly wave. The vabriant city I once knew was now void and empty, no single sight of a human in the streets, there was no moving cars, all the cars and automobiles were all parked and abandoned in the streets, there was no single plane in the sky anymore, no internet, no electricity, just darkness, grim and death. My Name is Diana Sinclair, and this is the story of how the world ended and how I died in the process. Or so I thought.