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How To Evolve A Fireball

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.
SizzlingCoal · 276 Views

How to Tame a Snake: The Weasel’s Case

“P-Please... give me a chance. I-I like you, Mr. Kang.” In a world where humans and anthropomorphs coexist, discrimination isn’t just common—it’s an everyday reality. Yueul, a weasel anthropomorph, is drowning in debt after being deceived by his ex-boyfriend into committing illegal acts. Prejudice against anthropomorphs makes stability impossible, as he’s fired from one job after another. Then, an unexpected opportunity arises: if Yueul can work alongside Wooheon, a black mamba anthropomorph, and “fix” his abrasive personality, Wooheon’s older brother promises to pay off all of Yueul’s debts. “Thank you for the offer. I’m not sure if I can meet your standards, but I’ll do my best.” Terrified of black mambas but even more terrified of his crushing debt, Yueul reluctantly accepts. Yet on his very first day, he’s already teetering on the edge of being fired. Desperate to keep the job, Yueul blurts out a reckless lie—that he likes Wooheon and wants to stay by his side. But Wooheon, fully aware of Yueul’s lie, retracts the dismissal with a twist: he suggests they live together, determined to push Yueul into quitting on his own. As if that weren’t bad enough, Yueul soon discovers Wooheon’s unusual way of managing stress: sex. And the room assigned to Yueul? It happens to be Wooheon’s designated “sex-only” space. “S-So if I use that room, does that mean you can’t have sex...?” “Why? Do you want to take their place?” “...If you’re okay with being with a guy... then I’m fine with it.” With Wooheon’s perfectionism driving him to collapse under extreme stress, Yueul wants to help—but definitely not like this! Still, the fear of exposing his lie about liking Wooheon keeps Yueul tangled in his own deception, desperately trying to maintain the facade. Knowing Yueul’s confession is a lie, Wooheon relentlessly pushes him further, testing how long he can endure. What started as a desperate lie to escape his debts has thrown Yueul into a chaotic power struggle. Can he survive life under the same roof with Wooheon and somehow tame his impossible personality? #BL #Fantasy #Modern #Anthropomorph Text copyright ⓒ 2024 by Spicychili All right reserved. The Korean edition was originally written by 매운칠리, Korea Translated and Published by We’ve Lab.
Spicychili · 61.9K Views

A War for a Place to call Home: First blood

Sarus Fortress is a titanic bastion of stone, steel, and sorrow—an ever-expanding bulwark built by the Bullard Empire to encircle the accursed island at the world's end. Beneath that island’s ashen skies lie the shattered hearts and skulls of three dead gods, whose corpses still fester with divine malice. From them crawl endless horrors—monstrosities birthed from madness and spite—that claw relentlessly at the walls of reality, seeking to unmake all mortal life. To sustain the fortress and fund the eternal war, the empire long ago enacted the Tithe: a grim tradition that claims lives in lieu of taxes, conscripting men, women, and children alike into the grinding teeth of its war machine. Here, survival depends not only on strength, but on adaptation. Soldiers wield heirlooms that are passed through blood , channel blessings from careless gods, command alien spirits, and harness Mori—the lingering essence of the dead. Through the Bonding ritual that is performed by the followers of the great unison the graft the flesh of the enemy onto their own in desperate bids for power is common place . And yet, despite all this, the dead gods’ corruption spreads. This is the tale of five conscripts claimed by the Tithe—five souls bound not by blood or banner, but by the absence of home. A salt miner who murdered his kin to claim their mori-born magic. A disgraced noblewoman clawing her way back from exile with charm, spite, and ambition. A glass-winged pixie the size of a thimble, who named herself after her favorite animal and chose to follow humans out of love. A disillusioned blessed Apothecary who seeks a purpose as he lost his. A Veteran soldier born into the Fortress who has undergone the Bonding more times than she can remember, all to live up to the memories of her parents. Together, they are thrown into the gullet of war not as saviors, but as offerings. Whether they will survive—or change the shape of the world in their struggle—is a story still unfolding beneath the an unending sky.
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