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DESTINY GAMES

DESTINY GAMES. It has been 85 years since Earth-11 became aligned with Yggdrasil and 73 years since Icon became the first demigod from Earth. Icon, as the first demigod, was privileged to weave the thread of fate for everyone. He was supposed to cut off Yggdrasil and free Earth-11 from the grasps of the other Earths and their god kings. That's why everyone helped him climb the tower of Destiny. But instead of ridding earth of Yggdrasil, he turned the destiny of mankind into seven rings of immortality.  The first ring was for the immortality of power. The second was for the immortality of the knowledge. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth were for the immortality of the mind, energy, body, and soul. The last ring, the ring of the paragon, was made to rule them all.  Icon kept the ring of the paragon for himself and became a dictator. He ruled with an iron fist for many years. His was a reign of terror. But he was eventually vanquished by the collective effort of the world.  It has been 62 years since then. Icon is no more, but the damage he had done still remains. Earth-11 is still connected to Yggdrasil. The deadly games of the Tower of Destiny still remain, and the fight for the seven rings of immortality still continues.  Kelvin Thorn has just awakened his ability. It came at a good time too since he is running for his life. The ability he awakened saved him, but it came with a cost. He must climb the tower of destiny under the witness of the whole world and accumulate destiny, or he will die.  His situation is not unique. Everyone that awakens, which is mostly everyone, must climb the tower of destiny. It is one of the curses that Icon left behind before he died. But Thorn is different because the seventh ring found him.  The tower of destiny is where everyone granted power by destiny, be they humans, non-humans, or otherworlders, must fight in games of might, skill, and knowledge to gather the power of destiny. They will either die or eventually overcome death. Kelvin will be one of the latest in the line of billions of others in this struggle. 
DMadLord · 202.5K Views

The Game Of Deceptions

From the moment I stepped into the elite high school, I knew I was different. Not in the way these privileged brats thought they were special, but truly different. I am Ram Raghav, and this is my story—a tale of manipulation, power, and deception. In this school of future leaders, they believe in merit and excellence. What they don't realize is that true power lies not in grades but in control. I blend into the shadows, a ghost among the living, pulling strings and planting seeds of chaos. Every move is calculated, every friendship a transaction. They see a quiet, unassuming boy, but behind this facade lies a mind honed by my father, the feared mafia kingpin Raghav Raghav, and my mother, the ruthless lawyer Aishwarya Raghav. As I navigate through college, the stakes grow higher. I find comrades, pawns in my grand design, unaware of their roles in my schemes. Together, we face challenges, laugh, cry, and grow, but only I see the bigger picture. Every success, every setback is a step closer to my ultimate goal. Entering the political arena, the game changes. Here, my father’s lessons in power and my mother's legal acumen merge. I start as an advisor, an apprentice in the dark arts of political maneuvering. They teach Machiavelli; I live it. I outwit, outplay, and outlast, climbing the ranks while maintaining my unassuming exterior. But politics is merely a stage, a platform to launch my true ambitions. The world of espionage and crime beckons, a labyrinth of shadows where my skills truly shine. I dance on the knife's edge, outmaneuvering enemies both foreign and domestic. Betrayal is a currency, loyalty a rare gem. Trust no one, use everyone. Through it all, I am the puppet master, orchestrating a symphony of deceit. They call it ruthless; I call it necessary. For in the end, power is the only truth, and I intend to wield it with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. I am Ram Raghav. They see a student, a friend, a politician. What they don't see is the darkness within, the cold, calculating mind always three steps ahead. This is my story, a tale of deception, power, and the relentless pursuit of control. Let the games begin.
PoorPoet · 2.9K Views

The Game Of Realms

A mad man has torn down the gates of the underworld. The malicious abyss is alive, and it stares back... ** Zero, a crippled and one handed teenager with a drastically grim outlook on life, has been granted a deadly second chance. Attacked and killed by a mysterious power, Zero wakes up again to find himself in his body that was close to becoming a corpse. Beside him, he finds a scroll with a hefty task and the eyeball of a dead god once known as the Yanluo of hell. "Consume the eye, find the Core of Naraka and begin your odyssey," said the scroll. "You are living on borrowed time. With every full moon that passes, a taste of the horrors of hell shall eat at a bit of your mortal soul. Till you are a slave to your own flesh." Seeing these words, Zero wished to be dead once more. ** Cultivatiors are gods in this world corrupted by darkness, looked upon by the common people as figures of holiness. Yet they are far from that. Tainted by their desire to touch the realm of immortals and break from the cycle of Samsara, cultivators are worse than the demon kind. When word gets out that the god of hell has passed, killed by an unknown power, the cultivation world goes into chaos. Finding the power source of hell, the Core of Naraka, would mean becoming a deity. Now who wouldn't want to become a god? The immortals in the realms above and below have chosen their pawns; hell's power is far too grand to pass on. A dangerous game is about to unfold. Follow Zero, an ordinary mortal. A pawn piece picked by the realm of hell itself to walk the tumultuous path of the dead, face crazed cultivators and immortals, challenge gods and bring down monstrosities of hell. Son of Naraka, choose your class and break the cycle of Samsara! ______________________________ NEW CHAPTERS EVERY DAY! (Only school stuff and emergencies will delay updates.) TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY DETAILED SCENES OF VIOLENCE, GORE AND THE LIKE. READERS' DISCRETION IS HIGHLY ADVICED. Ps. MC doesn't start out a villain immediately. That's a character development that'd take time. This story is slow paced for optimum development. No, the MC isn't going to start breathing fire or flying instantly. There are no filler chapters. Everything is connected. Happy reading!
Nyx_the_Cat · 36.4K Views

The Era of Virtual Gaming

This story is about Drake Arthum a young man who will rise above his world. The story takes place in NME(New Millennium Era) 00126, one hundred twenty four thousand years into the future after 2024. Between during those times it was a battle of strife, instability and chaos due to the collapse of government due to unknown reason, following the event soon the fall of society as whole leading to many innocents killed due to the acts of murder, terrorism, genocide, rape... and other unforgivable indescribable acts. Many joined hands for safety, an aligned goal or simple self-interest. Eventually the apocalyptic war torn earth stabilizes a little with many factions all over the world wether it'd be land, sea or in the skies. Many factions were in disagreement and in conflict with each other leading to more wars, the results were absorbing the other or complete annihilation, eventually leaving only 3 factions left. Those three faction eventually made a mutual agreement to coexist and build nations in they're respective territory. As the years passed the earth and society as a whole stabilizes, in this times of peace many revolutionary inventions were made to better the environment and elevate the living of life. One person in particular Marcus A. Alburo made the most contribution in pioneering technological advancement, he made the the most powerful, efficient and cleanest renewable energy making it possible for many revolutionary inventions to be made, unlike the previous eras where technology was limited due to the lack of appropriate power source. Even after Marcu's passing his invention and research helped lead the elevation of technological level. After a long period of years a new era will emerge at the center of it all is the game called 'New World Legacy'.
Noble_Savage · 9.5K Views

Infinite Flow: ML… Where TF are You?! [BL]

AUTHOR NOTE 14.05.2024: Hello all! Sorry for the long wait, I wrote myself into a literal corner and realised I have to retcon a few things in arc 4 before I can move on with the story. Will try to get this fixed in the soonest! Really sorry for the wait TT o TT **** Infinite/Unlimited Flow horror BL novel Might be a parody. And MC might be a villain.... 1v1 Introducing: A suicidal and bored MC and… wait, where the f&?! is the ML?! *** Lam Thanh Van believes it’s about time someone ended his miserable life. But being an immortal has hindered his path to Hell. Scratch that, Hell is off limits with the terrifying speed his body stitches itself back together, no matter how much someone might hack him to pieces. With such a long and torturous life of trying to finish himself and failing miserably, he imagines that his death would be grand, like slaying a dragon - or a very persistent cockroach. Now, the only problem was finding a hero worthy of such a cause. *** [The last player has arrived. Players, prepare for briefing.] [Welcome to the annual 2023rd survival championship.] The grand doors to the dome slowly pulled close, drawing everyone’s gazes over to the lone figure standing by himself, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights. In front of the sea of players, fawn eyes dilated with fright. Fresh tears still clung to the lashes that framed the eyes so green they reminded the people of ocean waves crashing to the white sandy shore. Long limbs were clad in a simple T-shirt with a pair of washed-out jeans hugging his slim waist. Messy lavender hair and snow-white skin tinted with faint pink seemed ethereal in the scene. Like a magnolia tree growing in the desert… or a white lotus sprouting from a pile of bullshit. One brave individual broke away from the herd, cold eyes set on the last player. ”Stay with us if you want to live.” Lam Thanh Van raised his gaze up to the looming man, green eyes drenched with tears, his lips trembling as he could only muster a nod. [All players, scenario one will commence now. Good luck and try not to die.] —— When nothing is as it seems - who can you trust? ML: Not the author, that’s for sure. The synopsis is just one huge clickbait- *Author smacks this insolent child with a hardcover edition of the Bible*: Quiet, you! Or I won’t let you appear even after the halfway mark! MC: … You evil bish!! —- T/W: This is mature content. A sprinkle of horror, a teaspoon of gore, topped with a handful of clownery. Some papapa is added as a garnish at the end. Consume at your own digression. A/N: This is an original work by LinShui. The cover is not mine, as I have negative skills in any illustrative art. Will commission for a cover when I’m no longer a broke bish. Do let me know if this is your art and you want to take it down, thanks! #unrequitedlove
LinShui · 184.9K Views
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