Manhwa Voice

In the year 2127, Earth is on the brink of collapse. The world's resources are exhausted, the climate is in chaos, and humanity is divided into the rich who live in sprawling sky-cities and the poor who scrape by in the polluted wastelands below. Kiran Vallis, a 22-year-old tech scavenger, stumbles across a mysterious artifact in the ruins of Old London. It's a shimmering crystal with strange inscriptions. When he touches it, his reality shifts, and a massive rift appears in the sky, spewing creatures that defy the laws of physics. Through a chance encounter with an enigmatic traveler named Elyra, Kiran learns that the artifact is a key to the Infinite Rift, a network of interconnected worlds. Each world is governed by its own unique rules: some thrive on magic, others on advanced technology, and some on ancient, forgotten powers.

Pollution is a gang based story, taking many elements from manhwa such as Lookism, Viral Hit, and Reality Quest. Romance isn’t a heavy element within this story. Rather action and fighting to prove who’s superior is. This story follows a former gangster named Suzuki Nakamura. He’s been granted special permission to join the Yamaguchi Police Department, although only being seventeen years old. Suzuki has set out on a quest to get rid of all of the pollution within Japan, dream that his grandfather once held. Will he achieve his goal? Well that’s something you’ll have to find out for yourself.

How long can one ignore the voices in their head? Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost. The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

A divine system voice in people's thoughts caused the ruin of contemporary society. The creatures had appeared all throughout the earth, ushering humans into a new era. The period in which only the strong will survive! The period during which defenseless, weak ones are trampled! Leo had lived in such a world for five years before dying in an demonic horde. As he descended from the clouds, the same angelic voice echoed in his consciousness. [Host Leonard Wright is nearing the end of his life.] [Reborn successful…]

And the voice said, "You shall become a Slayer" Update frequency: 1ch/w. Background isn't mine, if your the author just drop down a review if you want it removed. Other than that enjoy the novel

Liya, a powerful Goddess of Destruction and Creation, once created her own world inspired by manhwa (Korean comics). However, this creative choice was deemed a transgression, and as punishment, she was stripped of her divine status and reincarnated on Earth. Now, Liya lives a normal life among humans, hiding her true identity. But when she discovers that this world is on the brink of destruction soon, her memories resurface. She recalls Kai, a character she created in her former world, forged from the pages of a manhwa. Desperate to prevent catastrophe, Liya uses her residual powers to bring Kai to life on Earth. Will this reunion be the key to saving humanity, or will it spark a new chaos?

In the idyllic coastal village of Vanhelm, a young farmer named Aelred leads a peaceful life with his family. But their idyllic existence shatters when ruthless soldiers clad in turquoise surcoats storm the village, leaving a trail of fire and death in their wake. Witnessing the brutal slaying of his parents and siblings, Aelred is filled with rage. Just as despair threatens to consume him, a mysterious voice offers a lifeline - a chance for vengeance and a second shot at life. Driven by grief and a thirst for justice, Aelred accepts the voice's bargain, embarking on a path of power that will transform him from a nobody into a force to be reckoned with.

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

After scoffing at the slow-paced hero in his favorite manhwa, The Battlefield Knight, Jisuk is suddenly thrown into that very world. But his excitement quickly fades as he discovers that the reality of life in a fantasy realm is far from the thrill he imagined. There’s no guiding system, no instant power boost, and he’s just another recruit struggling to survive. As he navigates brutal training, looming battles, and an unpredictable world that deviates from the manhwa’s storyline, Jisuk realizes he’s not the hero here—he’s just a pawn in a dangerous game. With no guarantee of survival, he must learn quickly or risk becoming yet another casualty in a world that doesn’t care about him.

Zombies suddenly appear all over the world, spreading rapidly in crowded cities. Within a day, national governments collapse all around the world, leading to chaos worldwide. Law and order vanish, making people fear both zombies and each other. Despite the zombie threat, groups form and fight over the limited resources. But, amidst all of that, a man named Richard received a system that allows him to summon troops, military equipment, weapons, and vehicles. With his newfound power, he can protect himself, his comrades, his kin, and other survivors from zombies and rival factions. A rampaging Goliath? Unleash Warthogs, AC-130s, and Apaches in the sky. Mutant flying zombies? Establish anti-air defenses. Juggernauts shrugging off small arms? Deploy Abrams tanks and IFVs. Rival factions raiding? Let them face our might. Some notes from the Author: There'd be some strong content in this novel so you are warned. This novel is written in light novel, anime, manhwa style, so characters will have different hair colors and expect character illustrations to be in anime or korean drawing style.

WARNING WARNING WARNING!!! THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN DISTURBING THINGS IF YOUR MENTAL PROWESS ISN'T STRONG THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU. WARNING WARNING WARNING!!! THIS IS MY OWN STORY I OWN ALL RIGHTS ACCEPT FOR THE PICTURES I WILL USE FOR THE CHARACTERS. ____________________________________ Jake, Your average 33 year old Gangster was Driving home From the gym only to die from lack of Sleep in The Car, how Will he live in a World of a Dark Smutty Manhwa. ___________________________________ Jake: that's Not how I Fucking died Author: shut the fuck up the synopsis is only for Show Jake: yeah right Author: -_-

"Congratulations on dying and coming back my dear husband " Hearing a beautiful voice say that Clay opened his eyes. What greeted him was not the usual white ceiling of his hospital room. Instead it a vast blue sky.

Cinta Terlarang merupakan fanfiction dari Manhwa "Don't Be Like This! Son-In-Law." Dalam fanfiction ini menceritakan hubungan lesbian inses antara Nam Joori dengan ibunya, Yoo Aeran.

My life is surrounded by misfortune, where I have to endure the greed of men out there. No one pities me; instead, they treat me as an object to be sold. The amount mentioned was so enormous that it made my eyes widen in shock. Never before had I heard of such a sum for my frail body. Even so, who would want their body sold to a lecherous man? But then, the deep voice of a man who had just arrived broke the auctioneer's concentration. He was so different, though I couldn't see his face. But that voice had a profound impact on me.

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

[A Danmei Story] Zhen Lixin wakes up after a long sleep, only to find himself as a complete stranger. When all his memories are gone, his journey to unveil the story around him is afoot, accompanied by a strange voice in his head. Will the voice within guide him on the path to truth or lead him further into the shadows of uncertainty?

Antoine, a hermit living deep in the Himalayas, wakes up one morning with a blue screen in front of his face. An ancient and drowsy voice informs him that Earth has evolved and that the system will be linked...

In the kingdom of Draconia, where ancient legends still live, Selinia, a young woman scarred by her past, seeks to escape from her cruel family. As an illegitimate daughter, Selinia has faced abuse from her family. When her father, in a desperate attempt to avoid execution, tells a grand lie that his daughter possesses a magical voice that can slow down – or even break – the curse, Selinia is thrust into a dangerous game. King Theodore, cursed with dark powers and only one year left to live , decides to go along with the desperate man’s tale, bringing Selinia to the castle. There, she discovers that her father has made her out to be someone with a powerful voice, even though it isn’t true. Determined to gain the freedom she has always longed for, Selinia chooses to use whatever tricks she can to deceive the king. However, as she fights for her own survival, she faces complex challenges and entanglements in a world full of deceit and darkness. Will Selinia be able to save herself, or will she fall victim to the dark legacy of Draconia?

What is even human existance? what will happen to our thoughts are we die? this thinking in the brain? the voice in your brain that's reading this what will happen?

Its been a few months no a year since my death,which happened after I'd broken off my engagement. As if my relationship with my siblings wasn't strained enough, I was convinced they wouldn't even attend my funeral. Afterwards I reincarnated in this novel as a second chance, Reincarnation sounded like something from an otome game or novel, so why was it happening to me now? But despite it all, I couldn't deny my one advantage: I had been the manhwa artist of this novel in my past life. I would live the life of ophelia , becoming the ex-love interest for the ML while focusing on living for myself.

When I woke up in an unknown place, I heard a voice in my head. [Ding ~ Congratulations host, you have obtained a beginner's package, does the host want to open it?] Is this is it a system? I said open in my heart. [Ding ~ Congratulations host gets a special khodam gacha.] Looking at the gacha prize, I saw familiar names, such as the nine-tailed fox, sunwukong, and other great creatures. Okay, the system starts gacha, after waiting for a while the system voice sounded again [Ding ~ Congratulations host gets the Ancient Kraken Khodam.]

Kael had been awake for days, haunted by the same vision every time he closed his eyes. It started the same way—his father’s voice calling his name, followed by the unbearable pressure in his chest, and then the darkness. He saw the Stone of Raelith, glowing with an eerie, pulsating light, before everything was consumed by shadow. Then came the voice—a voice not of this world, promising power and death in equal measure.

We follow the two friends, Judari and Rito, as they embark on their journey to become Sigil Knights, both have their reason, and we can only hope they reach their goal. This is just one story out of many.

I am re-uploading this story, as I couldn't upload chapters because I was in a hospital, thanks for understanding. -------------------------- That day a voice came from the sky, “Your god sold Your world no.0x2233n45 to an outer god, the merging will start in 30 minutes” changing everything. The people started panicking,” What is happening “ “What was that voice” We thought that it was some prank was then we heard the voice again, “System initiating, evolving the primitive species, giving the random class and skills associated.” When that voice came, I, Lucas, was in my high school hearing it all, Then suddenly a blue screen came in front of my eyes. “Random class selection beginning” After that voice said that, suddenly some cards came out from the blue screen, the voice said “Choose one card as your class” And In panic, I chose one of the many cards, “Congratulations on getting a unique class, Necromancer, the skills will now be allocated” “Check your status for more information, be sure to survive ^_^ “

As the light dims from James, he whispers I hope my family doesn't miss me much. As the voices of those around him slowly fade, a massive silence falls over him. James slowly sinks into the void of nothingness. (granted my child) says a voice that nobody seems to hear. Watch how James reincarnated and became an immortal king. AI PICTURE