Torch Sel

After transmigrating into a high-martial arts world where everyone was built like an elite athlete, Chen Kuang also obtained a golden finger, a cheat ability that refreshes daily, allowing him to stack passive skills. He figured he should keep a low profile and grow steadily while lying low... But the world had other plans. People just wouldn’t stop treating him inhumanely and so his passives kept piling up. [Flesh Reishi]: Your flesh is nearly infinitely regenerative and rivals celestial treasures, consuming it can prolong life and cure ailments. [Sword Heart]: You possess an innate, enlightened sword heart, when a blade is in your hand, it becomes an extension of your will. [Fortune in Misfortune]: Every calamity you survive grants you a corresponding blessing. [Heavenly Demon Mimicry]: Any technique used against you can be instantly replicated as your own. [Celestial Visage]: Your handsomeness rivals that of the divine. This year... The future empress who would dominate the world was still a helpless orphaned brat, tucked under Chen Kuang’s arm as he fled. The revered "Benevolent Immortal" faced his trolley problem and was forever burdened with an inescapable heart demon. The undying demonic sovereign was just a timid little maid serving a courtesan. The White Dragon True Monarch, who would later slaughter his way through the demon race, was still nothing more than a drifting piece of frayed rope. And Chen Kuang, then a death-row convict, set the chaotic world ablaze, starting with a single torch.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

Welcome to The Hadean Tier, a blistering realm where hunger claws at your gut, violence roams free, and every sunrise threatens to snuff out another bloodline. Here, survival isn't a right-it's a gamble played in the gutter by gangs thirsty for power and prey alike. Above this infernal sprawl looms The Promise, a gleaming utopia untouched by despair. Its elusive gates stand at the summit of a monolithic tower, daring the desperate to climb toward salvation. Every year, the mighty ruler of The Promise unleashes "The Faulty Tilt", a no‑mercy league tournament that turns hope into a brutal spectacle. Teams band together-each step upward is a knife's edge, each elimination a torch snuffed. As challengers scale into thinner air, the stakes spiral beyond hunger and bloodlust: only the fittest, the ruthless, and the unbroken will reach the top. And when the final team stands alone at the apex, The Promise will finally reckon with the chaos it has sown.

[No Trash Protagonist] [No Harem] [Farming & Clan Management]  The path to immortality is one of solitude, of loneliness, of chilling heights where few can stand.  Song Changsheng arrives with a Daoist scripture in hand. Faced with the earnest guidance of his elders, the high hopes of his clan, and the hardships threatening their survival...  He and countless sons of the Song family push forward against the current—generation after generation passing on the torch, falling and rising—until the Song Immortal Clan stands tall atop the world!  And when he one day looks back from the summit, all the trials and tribulations of the past will be but smoke in the wind. 

It was raining heavily at midnight and the birds sitting on the trees started flying towards the sky due to the loud thunder. In mansion, a 36-year-old man was searching for something inside a large deserted mansion, going from one room to another. The man was wearing black clothes. There was no one else except that man in such a big and luxurious mansion. There were lines of worry on the man's face and he was searching for something. Even after searching every corner of the room, the man did not find that thing. Seeing this, the man immediately went to the fourth floor of the mansion. Just then his phone started ringing. Seeing someone's name on the cellphone screen, the man immediately picked up the phone without wasting time and heard a loud and angry voice from the other side. "What happened Jack?! Did you find the box or not?" Hearing the man's voice, Jack said nervously, "No! Sir, but don't worry, I will find that box very soon and bring it to you!" "Finish this work quickly, and yes, if you come without that box, I will not leave you alive!" Saying this, the phone gets disconnected from the other side. Jack wipes the sweat from his forehead and walks towards the corridor. Then suddenly a foul smell spreads all around. "What kind of smell is this? Maybe it is the smell of a rat being killed!" Saying this, Jack moves forward. While going from the corridor to the other side, many black shadows were also walking behind Jack. While walking, Jack goes inside a room, then suddenly the door leading outside closes with a loud bang and one by one all the lights go off. And darkness engulfs all around. Seeing this, Jack immediately turns on the torch light of his phone and says in panic, "Who is it?" Then a scary growling sound starts coming. Something like water was falling on Jack's head from above. Seeing this, when Jack put his hand on his head, his whole hand became red with blood. Seeing this, Jack's breathing slows down and his heart starts beating fast.

Lisa, a young woman betrayed by love, finds solace in sarcasm and cheap whiskey—until one rainy night, a mysterious best-selling novel literally pulls her in. When she wakes up, she’s no longer Lisa... but Selène Montclair, the elegant fiancée of the novel’s cold and perfect male lead: Cassian Vellmont. The twist? Lisa didn’t fall into a fairy tale. She fell into a story that was never meant to be rewritten—until now. Armed with zero noble manners, a sharp tongue, and absolutely no interest in being Cassian’s obedient bride, Lisa decides one thing: “If I’m stuck here... then I’m stealing the damn plot.” Now, the characters begin to behave out of script. Cassian starts questioning everything. The real author might be watching. And Lisa? She’s about to teach a whole fictional kingdom what happens when a woman with nothing to lose rewrites the rules of love.

[Trigger Warning: This dark fantasy romance contains mature themes.] --- SYNOPSIS: •A WORLD BUILT ON LIES• Long ago, humans lived unaware of the supernatural beings hidden among them—werewolves with their primal instincts, witches whispering spells in the dark, and elves with their ancient, watchful eyes. For centuries, they coexisted in fragile silence. Then, everything shattered. Near the shadow-drenced woods of the Shadow pack kingdom, human traveler stumbled upon a gruesome scene: an old woman’s lifeless body, her skin ashen, her wounds gaping like accusations. A few paces away lay a dead werewolf, its throat ripped open, its muzzle still flecked with blood. The truth was undeniable—monsters walked among them. Fear ignited war. Humans, armed with fire and steel, hunted the supernatural races. Witches and elves were dragged into the slaughter, their homes burned, their people butchered. The bloodshed raged until King Alfred V of the Amethyst Kingdom stood before the four Werewolf Kings—Silverhowl, Crimsonheart, Shadow, and Wildfire—and offered a deal drenched in poison. A sacrifice for peace. Every twenty years, each human family would surrender a daughter to the werewolves. And in return, the future Alpha Kings must wed a human—or the war would reignite. The werewolves agreed. The witches and elves retreated, their hatred festering like an open wound. The world remained fractured, its peace a fragile lie. --- •THE PROPHECY OF FIRE• In the hidden Blaze Tribe, where crimson eyes burned like embers, the seer Prophetia foresaw annihilation. "Our people will fall," she rasped, her voice trembling. "But from the ashes, a girl will rise—the one who will bring true peace… and the one they will slaughter for it." The tribe made a desperate pact. They would cast a spell—a curse of forgotten memory—erasing their existence from the world’s mind. Their souls would be the price, but their legacy would live on in Ovelia, the child of prophecy. The night the Blaze Tribe fell, Ovelia’s parents hid her in the whispering forest, their hands shaking as they sealed a goddess—Firera—inside her infant body. Then, they turned to face their doom. --- •FATE’S CRUEL WHISPER• Ace Draven—half-werewolf, half-witch prince of Silverhowl—had never believed in destiny. Until he found a crying infant in the forest. His wolf, Fenrir, howled in recognition. A crimson thread shimmered between them—mates. But Firera, watching from within Ovelia’s soul, snarled. "She’s a child. This is too soon." With a flick of her wrist and spell, she tore the memory from Ace’s mind, leaving only an empty ache in his chest. --- •TWENTY YEARS LATER: A SACRIFICE IGNITES• Ovelia has spent her life as a slave, raised by the cruel mayor of Timberline Village—a man who would gladly sacrifice her to spare his own daughter. The night of the sacrifice, the air reeks of damp earth and iron. Torches flicker as the werewolves emerge from the shadows. And then—Ace Draven steps forward. Their eyes meet. Fenrir *howls*. Ace’s claws unsheathe, his breath ragged. "You…" He doesn’t understand why his wolf is clawing at his ribs, why his pulse hammers at the sight of this stranger. But the bond between them burns hotter than vengeance. Ovelia doesn’t know him. He doesn’t recognize her. And yet, their souls scream in unison.

"Peace and quiet is best, that is my motto" Sel, no, Ren ingrained these words into his very being as he embarked on his new life... [AUTHOR' WARNING!!! I might go a bit into detail on some stuff so this is very 18+ if you got any complaints please air them out in the comment section]

"Wait, jadi dibentuknya pelatihan bagi remaja karena menghadapi perang, layaknya Perang Kaisar? Aku jadi penasaran, kenapa benua tidak layak huni tidak bisa diambil lagi? Padahal sudah lebih dari 2,5 abad setelah Perang Mutan. Aneh, kenapa satelit tidak bisa menembus awan di benua tidak layak huni. Dante, aku tahu kau menjadi kunci dari ekspedisi nantinya. Tapi aku dan Spectre minta untuk kenal siapa diri mu. Jangan kalah sama sel mutan mu. Ohh, jadi kota bawah tanah itu digunakan untuk kota penampung jika ada perang lagi? Sungguh cerdas leluhur kita. Kita akan menepati janjinya. Dan kau menjadi jendral walau tidak resmi karena akademi mu kurang, Dante. Kau membuktikan bahwa orang cacat bisa menjadi penyihir yang hebat. Dan kau menjadi dokter juga. Apa nanti kau akan kehilangan diri mu sendiri?" -Lukas Mirror Vol 1 [Gak full cover karena mintanya 600 x 800px jadi harua dipotong atas dan bawahnya. juga update sesuai mood saja]

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

A 30-year-old "sweaty gamer" makes her living as a popular VTuber with a strict brand has built a successful career as Puliniel, an untouchable elf persona. She is a sweaty, meta-focused gamer who professionally despises the "simp" culture that plagues the online world. After a freak power surge transports her into a fantasy world as her tiny Elflet avatar, her new "game" becomes a brutal quest for revenge against the slavers who torched her village. Forced to survive, she discovers her entire legendary loadout was meticulously documented by a long-dead sage who was the ultimate simp for the elf whose identity she has now stolen, forcing her to rely on the obsessive work of someone she would have instantly banned from her chat. Using her sweaty, try-hard gamer tactics, she turns herself from a fragile target into a lethal solo operative, grinding mobs and clearing the "starter zone" with ruthless efficiency. Her success, however, backfires spectacularly. After a dramatic battle where she transforms into a towering High Elf goddess, she earns the one thing she hates most: a legion of real-life simps who literally worship her. Now, the streamer who built a wall around herself is trapped by her own legend, fighting to find a "peaceful end-game" in a world that wants to make her its untouchable idol.

Masa – a “holy relic” living in a secluded temple – discovers a terrifying secret hidden deep within the Church. Determined to escape, he hatches a plan. With help from ZK, a mysterious military organization, Masa successfully flees. But in doing so, he unknowingly becomes prime prey, caught in an endless spiral of pursuit by devoted fanatics. Behind them lurks the shadowy power of Fin Paycharl — the underground force that controls the largest commercial market in Asia. His lightning-fast escape shakes the very foundations of Fin. And at the heart of it, Masa comes face to face with a man named Kwon — the one who first sparked his will to break free from the cage. In the end, the truth is revealed — a truth no one expected: everyone involved in the so-called grand escape was merely a puppet in Masa's carefully laid plan to expose a horrifying truth. That escape was never the end — it was the beginning of a meticulously crafted revenge. Masa, once seen as a "fragile divine treasure," silently lights the torch of counterattack. And in that blazing moment when his eyes ignite with fire, there’s no longer anything left to hesitate for — no way back.

Claude, an orphan, was raised to the status of the patron saint overnight. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Claude dedicated his life to the Goddess and being the divine healer the village needed him to be. However, when Claude met the newest addition to their quaint village, Sel, he started to find keeping his vows —purity and celibacy— difficult. ‘Why are her ears red? She’s running away now???’ What to expect : Femdom, pegging (MC is a futanari), edging, humiliation, BDSM

"He sold his soul to save his daughter. Now Heaven will learn to fear his love." Shattered legend Lariat Blanc traded theft for fatherhood—until the Black Emporium torched his peace, stole daughter Beth, and gave him six months to deliver four unholy relics or hear her die. Drowning in blood from his broken Golden Core, Blanc bargains with ex-partner Bonny Clyde for a cursed scroll. Its vampiric oath: “By Blood Gain freedom, and By Freedom Lose it All.” He awakens ravenous. Saints bleed. Cathedrals shatter. Angels flee his shadow. Awakened and Talented shiver in dispare. Love fuels his monstrous crusade. The Emporium wanted relics. They unleashed God’s Nightmare.

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

Felix has been carrying a torch for Gray, his childhood love, for as long as he can remember. After they graduated, Gray mysteriously cut off all communication, leaving Felix confused and heart wrenched. His friend, trying to help him move on, introduces Felix to her cousin Matthew, a silent, but charming Englishman who found his way onto Philippine soil. Matthew is everything Felix didn’t expect. As their friendship blossoms into something deeper, Felix begins to wonder if he can finally move past Gray. But just when things seem to be falling into place, Felix discovers that Gray is also attending Northerners University. Suddenly, Felix’s once-uncomplicated feelings become a tangled mess, as he finds himself torn between the nostalgia of his unspoken love for Gray and the fresh excitement of his budding romance with Matthew. With both men now a part of his campus life...things are bound to swirl around unexpected changes.

Wei Yan grew up shunned and ridiculed in a Lesser Continent of the Ancient Piety Sect. He was then chosen to carry the Sect torch to the Ancient Land where geniuses meet, clash and fight for the chance to ascend beyond Immortality. Initial release: August 1

Jejak Hitam di Balik Megalopolis Stevanus adalah penguasa dunia bawah Jakarta dan Bogor, seorang bandar narkoba cerdas yang selalu selangkah di depan aparat. Hidupnya bergelimang kemewahan dan kekuasaan, dibangun di atas bisnis haram yang tak pernah ia sesali. Ia percaya dirinya tak tersentuh, seorang raja yang kebal hukum. Namun, permainan kucing-kucingan yang selama ini ia kuasai berakhir di tangan Inspektur Raina, polisi cerdik yang tak pernah menyerah memburunya. Dalam sebuah malam yang penuh intrik dan tipuan, Stevanus akhirnya terjebak dalam perangkap yang presisi, mengakhiri kekuasaannya di dunia gelap dan membawanya ke balik jeruji besi. Dinginnya sel penjara adalah realitas pahit yang harus ia hadapi. Awalnya diliputi amarah dan frustrasi, Stevanus perlahan mulai dihantam penyesalan yang mendalam, bukan karena tertangkap, melainkan karena jalan hidup yang ia pilih. Sebuah kunjungan dari ibunya yang sederhana dan sebuah Alkitab kecil di selnya mulai membuka hatinya. Di tengah kerasnya kehidupan penjara, ia bertemu Pak Jamal, seorang narapidana paruh baya yang tenang dan religius. Dari Pak Jamal, Stevanus belajar tentang ajaran Islam, tentang arti ketenangan, pengampunan, dan pentingnya kembali kepada Tuhan. Hatinya yang gersang mulai terisi oleh cahaya baru, mendorongnya pada sebuah keputusan besar: bersyahadat dan memulai lembaran hidup sebagai seorang Muslim. Tahun-tahun di penjara menjadi masa pertobatan dan pembelajaran intensif. Ketika akhirnya bebas, Stevanus menghadapi dunia yang sama sekali berbeda. Tanpa kekuasaan dan kekayaan, ia memulai hidup dari nol, menghadapi stigma mantan narapidana. Namun, dengan iman yang kini menjadi pegangannya, ia bertekad untuk hidup dalam kebaikan. Ia bekerja serabutan, membangun kembali kehidupannya dengan rezeki halal, dan menjadi inspirasi bagi banyak orang. "Jejak Hitam di Balik Megalopolis" adalah kisah tentang kejatuhan seorang raja jalanan, perjalanannya yang menyakitkan menuju pertobatan, dan bagaimana cahaya iman dapat menuntun seseorang menemukan makna sejati dalam hidup, bahkan setelah menempuh jalan paling gelap sekalipun.

Born in 721 CE to an Arab apothecary executed for aiding the Abbasid rebellion, young Jabir ibn Hayyan inherits his father’s revolutionary spirit and scientific curiosity. After fleeing Umayyad soldiers with his mother, he finds refuge in Yemen under astronomer-alchemist Harbi al-Himyari. There, Jabir masters celestial navigation and Greek philosophy, but his defining moment comes when he distills seawater into purity using a clay alembic – awakening his lifelong obsession with transformation. Witnessing mercury-poisoned miners, however, forces a moral reckoning: "Knowledge must serve life, not death." At nineteen, bearing encrypted formulas from his father, Jabir seeks Imam Ja’far al-Sadiq in Medina. Surviving the Imam’s philosophical trials, he becomes his star pupil. Under Ja’far’s guidance, Jabir synthesizes nitric acid ("water that bites stone") and learns to frame experimentation as spiritual devotion. He meets Fatima, a fierce scholar challenging gender barriers, who becomes his intellectual partner. When political pressure mounts, they establish a secret laboratory in Jabir’s ruined childhood home in Kufa. Here, Jabir pioneers systematic chemistry – distilling rose attar, documenting reactions, and encrypting truths in symbolic texts. "Truth corrodes unprepared minds," he warns as orthodox scholars brand him a heretic. His innovations attract the powerful Barmakid family. Summoned to Baghdad’s glittering court in 775 CE, Vizier Ja’far al-Barmaki demands gold transmutation. Jabir stuns nobles by producing ammonium chloride from hair but refuses military applications. "Knowledge must feed the hungry, not kill them," he declares, instead developing steel plows and canal sealants that save thousands from floods. Patronage proves perilous: spies steal his waterproofing formula, and Fatima must run a hidden women’s lab. When the Barmakids fall in 803 CE, soldiers torch Jabir’s workshop. He escapes with core manuscripts, including his evolving *Kitab al-Sab’een* (*Book of Seventy*), framing chemistry as cosmic balance: "As mercury unites metals, knowledge unites soul and cosmos." Exiled and arthritic in Raqqa, Jabir works in a dye shop cellar, refining hydrochloric acid while evading spies. He mentors young apprentice Abu Musa, stressing ethics over ambition: "Record every failure – they light the path." Testing arsenic antidotes on himself, he nearly dies but proves their efficacy. As Abbasid enforcers close in, he buries manuscripts in Qum desert jars. Now aging and grieving Fatima’s slow poisoning from mercury exposure, he returns to Kufa. In a final laboratory beneath an indigo shop, he completes his life’s work – quantifying elemental interactions via the *mizan* (balance) system. Surrounded by a mob demanding gold, he whispers his last truth to Abu Musa: "The true elixir is knowledge multiplied through time." Jabir dies in 815 CE, but his legacy ignites a chain reaction. His students smuggle 500+ treatises to Baghdad’s House of Wisdom. By the 12th century, Latin scribes in Toledo translate his works as "Geber," inspiring medieval alchemists. Roger Bacon studies his *Summa Perfectionis*; Newton annotates his texts. Modern spectroscopy confirms his elemental theories, sustainable chemists revive his techniques, and AI reconstructs his charred manuscripts. From the mercury-stained laboratories of 8th-century Kufa to the quantum equations of today, Jabir’s encrypted wisdom endures: the noblest transmutation is not lead into gold, but curiosity into enduring light.

At 27, Cherry Bueno thought she had it all—a husband, a child, and the promise of a happy family. Married to Alfred Llaguno, a man she once believed to be kind and loving, Cherry clings to the hope of peace at home. But reality paints a different picture—one filled with disappointment and emotional distance. Just when things seem irreparable, fate throws her a curveball: her ex-boyfriend, Jared James Velasco, reenters her life. Still carrying a torch for Cherry, Jared sees their reunion as a second chance at the love they once shared—adding fuel to an already fragile situation. Can Cherry and Alfred rebuild what's broken, or will their crumbling marriage pave the way for Jared to step back into her heart?

Market çalışanı olan Yuukka, büyüsel yeteneklere sahip biriydi. sürgün edildikten sonra kimsesi kalmadığı için kendi başının çaresine bakıyordu. Ama bu sığ düşüncelerden kurtulmaya başladı yavaş yavaş. Büyü aleminin içine dahil olup, orada kendine yeni bir hedef edindi. Ve gerçek kendi kişiliği gözler önüne serilirken, farklı istilacıların varlığını, ve birçok ırk hakkında bilgi edindi. Farklı evrenlerden gelen tehditlerin olduğunu, ve insanların bu konumda en aşağı durumda olduğunu anladı, ama başka bir konu daha vardı, gizli örgüt. İnsan deneylerinin baş yapıtı olan bu örgüt, zayıf insanları büyü enerjisiyle donatıp evrimleştirmeyi amaçlıyordu. Yuukka'nın damarına bastıktan sonra gizli örgüt ve Yuukka birbirlerine savaş ilan ederler.

Join Lillian Steele, the world’s most famously terrified ghost hunter, on a spine-tingling adventure through the mysterious Heart-ling Forest. Known for its glowing tombstone and whispers of a ghostly presence, this eerie woodland sets the stage for a thrilling tale of supernatural encounters and social media stardom. Armed with just a torch, a night-vision camera, and her loyal eBunnee followers, Lillian dives into the darkness, chasing viral fame through her heart-pounding, scream-filled explorations. When Lillian crosses paths with Larisa, a lively and mischievous spirit with a knack for stealing the spotlight, her ghost-hunting journey takes a delightfully unexpected turn. Together, they navigate a world where the paranormal meets the viral, blending spooky thrills with quirky humor. Alongside Lillian’s friends Eliza and Kai, they chase clout on the addictive eBunnee platform, forming unlikely bonds in a quest for internet fame that echoes through the supernatural. Perfect for readers who love paranormal adventures, witty banter, and a satirical take on social media culture.

In the vast and mystical world of Alvalor, where magic flows through the land and forgotten ruins whisper of lost civilizations, two unlikely companions find themselves ensnared in a fate far beyond their reckoning. Vaelin Crowne, a sharp-minded strategist known for his cool demeanor, believes that logic and preparation can solve any problem. Kael Veydris, a reckless yet magnetic force of nature, thrives on instinct and unshakable optimism. Despite their differences, they share one thing in common—an insatiable curiosity. What was meant to be a simple field trip to explore the legendary Labyrinth of Nox quickly turns into a nightmare when they get lost in the labyrinth maze, leaving them trapped in its depths. With no clear way out, Vaelin’s calculated approach and Kael’s gut-driven decisions become their only hope of escape. But when they stumble upon an ancient door, an eerie darkness spills from within, swallowing all light. As they ignite a torch, the shadows retreat just enough to reveal two statues—one depicting a god, radiant and divine, the other a demon, twisted and wrathful. Before they can speak, a chilling gust snuffs out the flame. Then, chains came. A shackle with a long, rusted chain lashed out from the abyss, snapping around Kael’s wrist and yanking him into the consuming darkness. Vaelin barely had time to react before another chain coiled around him, dragging him forward, his vision swallowed by an endless void. When they awaken, gasping for breath, they are no longer in the labyrinth’s depths but standing at its entrance—marked. Heavy iron shackles, now with broken chains, rest upon their wrists, the only proof that what happened was real. The curse has bound them, though to what end remains unknown. They escaped from the labyrinth … but How did it happen? With time slipping through their fingers and the unseen weight of the curse tightening around them, Vaelin and Kael must unravel the mystery of what happened inside the labyrinth before the curse consumes them.

Summoned beneath the world alone, unprepared, and watched by a system that demands survival. 17-year-old Zaire wakes in a vast, silent cavern lit only by the glow of ancient stone. There is no way back. No instructions. Just a message etched into a glowing tablet: “Adapt. Survive. Ascend.” Gifted with a strange System, Zaire must learn to survive an ever-changing underground world filled with deadly creatures, forgotten ruins, and living myths. The deeper he goes, the more his body evolves seeing in the dark, breathing underwater, resisting heat and madness. But he is not the first summoned. And he might not be the last. From crafting his first torch to exploring sunken ruins and building alliances with monsters and survivors alike, Zaire must uncover the secret of why he was summoned and what lies at the heart of The Forgotten Depth. An underground survival progression fantasy where adaptation is power, and darkness is never empty.

Life is given for free but happiness comes with a cost that many can't afford to pay. *********** Even with the dark grey clouds that hovered over the vast sky and the dim light provided by the fire torch that was on the verge of being blown off by the wind, he could still see the glimmer in her eyes. The very same glimmer that appeared in those brown eyes everytime she was happy and for some reason, tonight he was unable to resist hir urges to steal a part of her. She was still standing by the door waiting for him to leave but he had not taken more than three steps before he halted and turned. His features were darker in contrast to the white shirt that he wore and the look on his face was a predatory one. Instead of getting scared, she watched him take the three stairs that led to her room's door and he was a few inches away from her, he finally spoke up. "If there is one thing that I hate, it's having regrets and I know that I will regret if I do not do this." A part of her was confused by his words and another part felt like she knew what he meant by those words. Before she even had a chance to contemplate on what he had just said, he leaned closer, curled his index finger on her pointed chin and tilted her in an angle such that she could feel his cold breath on her face that caused a shiver to run down her spine. Like she had been hypnotized, all she could do was to stare in those obsidian eyes that had held her captive. "This is a mistake that I want to commit again and again." His breath fanned on her face and goosebumps formed on her skin. Not because of the wind, but because of the effect he had on her. If it was some time before, she would have probably pushed him away or maybe escaped but as time had passed by, her feelings towards him had changed...

New book by Bimo Zhijian, author of <My military branches can Evolve Infinitely>. --------------------- This world, quietly enveloped by shadows, an invisible terror spreads among the crowd. The world seems to be plummeting into the abyss. Fang You, who could only cower at home to survive, got hold of a game about salvation, and from then on recruited Angel Envoys, built bases, and developed personnel, until one day, when the salvation organization "Torch" surfaced... Shocked by the world！

Mulai dari awal kelahiran kehidupan di planet, itu akan menyaksikan naik turunnya peradaban yang tak terhitung jumlahnya, kelahiran dan kematian spesies, di bawah bencana alam yang tak terhitung jumlahnya, tidak ada yang abadi, hanya perubahan konstan Hanya dengan terus berkembang dalam kesulitan kita dapat mencapai kemenangan yang sempurna. Ceritanya akan dimulai dari sel kecil ...

Chen Xi was a jinx who radiated misfortune the way a torch radiated light, and everyone around him knew it. His entire clan was annihilated when he was young, and not too long after that his parents disappeared. His marriage contract? Poof. Torn to shreds and gone up in smoke before the eyes of everyone in the city, almost humiliating his grandfather to the point of suicide! Cultivation? No time for that, he had a family to take care of! This is the story of Chen Xi, a youth forced to stop cultivating and instead craft talismans to pay for his younger brother’s tuition… and who, in the process, would rise to become known by all as the Talisman Emperor! ################################# Crafting talismans. Physique refinement. Cultivating the supreme Dao of the sword. Comprehending the profound meaning of the laws….. In this world where primordial beings roam freely, Chen Xi relied on outstanding courage and wisdom, and heaven defying fortuitous encounters to eventually step onto the peak of the boundless Great Dao, and control everything under the heavens! ################################# ============================= Author: Xiao Jinyu (萧瑾瑜) Translator: InVader Editor: Jay =============================

Michael is the first player in history to defeat The Knight’s End without using cheats—a feat once thought impossible. But the moment he claims victory, a hidden prompt appears, offering him the chance to replay the game with a secret class: Knight Mage. Thinking it’s just a bonus feature, he accepts. The next thing he knows, Michael wakes up inside the game. But this isn’t a simple respawn—this is real. The stone walls feel cold beneath his fingertips, the torches flicker with eerie realism, and a single message hovers before his eyes: [Welcome, Knight Mage. You have only one life. Make it count.] Trapped in a world where death means the end—permanently—Michael must master his new abilities, navigate the game’s brutal mechanics, and uncover the truth behind The Knight’s End. Is this just another level to beat, or is there something more sinister at play? There’s only one rule: Don’t die.

Half a year after Raoul's invasion and destruction of the Salien Empire, an old friend from the empire and his young squire sets off south, to Golden Merhioch that Raoul torched and the Southern Kingdoms and, eventually, into the Aethelaia Desert, in search of Raoul to save those who remain living in the empire. The old friend, on their journey, convinces the young squire, who is filled with hate towards Raoul, to listen to the story of a Sand-boy, Ral-hett-rehs, and of how he became a compassionate king, Ral-Drakarn. This is the Saga of Ral-Drakarn.