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[You have just awakened your first dragon: SSS-Rank Fire Dragon.] Drahon was born with dragon-like horns,and because of that, his parents abandoned him at an orphanage. Mocked, bullied and branded a freak. He never knew where he truly belonged. Until one day, while serving punishment, he stumbled upon a mysterious egg… A dragon egg that opened a portal and led him into The Dragon Game. [You have summoned an SSS-Rank Demon Dragon.] [You have evolved your SSS-Rank Primordial Frost Dragon into a Multi Fire-Frost Dragon.] [Upgrading Fire-Frost Dragon Roar ×10...] Bond with dragons and summon them in battle? Of course. All will be SSS-Ranked. Draconic skills? Master them. Monster bosses? Shatter them. Half-dragon, half-monster abominations? Burn them. Mandatory roleplaying? Absolutely. Rule over kingdoms, command medieval armies, and go to war. Enemies? They’re just EXP. For Drahon, this isn’t just a game. It’s redemption. It’s the chance to become more than the horned freak they left behind— To become [Dragon Lord.]

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.

Drei Tage. So nah war ich daran, Alistair zu heiraten, den Mann, den ich sechs Jahre lang geliebt hatte, den Mann, dessen Leben ich buchstäblich mit meinem eigenen seltenen Blut gerettet hatte. Ich bewunderte gerade die letzte Perle an meinem Hochzeitskleid, einem Kleid, in das ich meine Seele gesteckt hatte, als er anrief. Die Hochzeit? Abgesagt. Er würde meine Stiefschwester Ivy heiraten. Ihr letzter Wunsch, sagte er. Sechs Monate zu leben, vielleicht weniger. Das Schlimmste? Er hatte mein Hochzeitskleid bereits aus meinem Studio für sie mitgenommen. Einfach so wurden sechs Jahre, unzählige Transfusionen, unsere gemeinsamen Träume – alles beiseite geworfen für das Mädchen, das mein Leben seit meiner Kindheit zur Hölle gemacht hatte. Er bot mir sogar eine "Entschädigung" an, als ob meine Zukunft ein Preisschild hätte. Aber wenn Alistair und Ivy dachten, ich würde einfach zusammenbrechen, haben sie mich ernsthaft unterschätzt. Sie wollten meinen Verlobten? Gut. Aber es würde sie etwas kosten. Zuerst unser Millionen-Dollar-Modeunternehmen, Evening Gala – aufgebaut auf meinen Designs, meiner Vision. Er unterschrieb die Übertragung. Dann eine kühle Million für das gestohlene Kleid. Er zahlte. Eine weitere Million für den Hochzeitsschmuck, den sie mich tatsächlich baten, Ivy zu überlassen. Klingeling. Man sollte meinen, sie würden daraus lernen. Aber nein. Ihr nächster Vorschlag war der beleidigendste: Alistair schlug tatsächlich vor, dass ich einfach warten sollte. Dass wir nach Ivys 'unvermeidlichem' Tod in ein paar Monaten einfach dort weitermachen könnten, wo wir aufgehört hatten, eine noch bessere Hochzeit haben könnten. Ernsthaft? Genug war genug. Wenn Ivy Braut spielen wollte mit meinem Leben, würde sie zu spüren bekommen, was passiert, wenn man jemanden zu weit treibt. Sagen wir einfach, ihre Feier im Krankenhauszimmer beinhaltete viel mehr Rauch, Wasser und Geschrei als sie erwartet hatte, alles dank eines kleinen Hochzeitsgeschenks von mir persönlich. Jetzt wissen sie, dass ich nicht mehr dieselbe Hazel bin, die sie mit Füßen treten konnten. Ich habe mein Unternehmen, einen Haufen ihres Geldes und eine Menge offener Rechnungen zu begleichen. Sie denken, das ist vorbei? Dieses Rachespiel hat gerade erst begonnen. Und glaubt mir, ich spiele, um zu gewinnen.

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.

A couple weeks before Lake's Martial Course Entrance Exam, While he was taking a nap during a class he is awoken by a strange beeping sound. Opening his sleepy eyes, he could sees a strange holographic screen in front of him. [Roleplay System has successfully bonded to host. Do you wish to begin roleplaying?] [Yes?] or [No?] At first Lake thought he was still half asleep and half-heartedly chose [Yes]. Immediately After he saw a new prompt appear before his eyes. [Please select the main role the host wishes to play from the following options.] After reading that message, A series of options appeared before him. The options were so numerous that they covered the entirety of his vision. From the numerous options Lake could spot a few interesting sounding roles, [Martial Saint], [Heavenly Sage], [Harem King], [Slaughterer]… The options were too much and they made Lake dizzy. Without much thinking Lake scanned through the list of roles and choose the role whose name caught his attention the most. [Master of Fate] *** Disclaimer 1. Cover art is not mine. It belongs to kaslla. I took the image and edited my title onto it. Their twitter handle is ksb_x4 if you wish to check out their work. 2. This is my first novel that I decided to write to fill up my free time, so don't expect constant updates or any amazing writing quality. 3. I am willing to take criticism as I am still looking to improve my writing skills. For those who may post constructive criticism, thanks in advance. 4. Finally, thank you for taking the time to read my novel.

A fresh new take on dual narrative storytelling, blending awkward high school crush conversations with the thrill of slicing the three heads off a dungeon beast. Ranjiro Akizora is the fearless samurai who protects villages from goblin hordes, shadow beasts, and crooked bandits. At least... on paper. In reality? He’s a third-year high school nobody. No friends, no social skills, and a Charisma stat that might as well be negative. His only real strength? A dangerously overdeveloped hyper-imagination and a homebrewed fantasy role-playing game no one’s ever played, because no one’s ever asked. But it’s his final year. One last chance to roll for initiative in real life. So, he does the unthinkable: starts a club. A tabletop club. Safe, nerdy, low risk. Until two of the school’s most terrifyingly beautiful girls show up. The kind you’d expect on magazine covers, not sitting at a nerd’s table. One moves like a pop idol in a student council blazer, all charm and confidence, with a presence that turns every hallway into her personal stage. The other is the school’s reigning top student, elegant and unreadable, with a quiet grace that makes teachers pause and classmates sit up straighter. She doesn’t speak often, but when she does, the room listens. They’re the queens of campus, untouchable and untouching… until they pull up chairs, roll the dice, and crash into Ranjiro’s world like a divine punishment written by the gods of chaos and romance alike. What started as a simple roleplaying game unravels into something far more dangerous. A shared world where unspoken feelings take shape, hidden truths bleed into fantasy, and every choice reveals more than anyone intended. The characters they play begin to echo the parts of themselves they keep buried: the longing, the fear, the jealousy, the hope. And the deeper the story goes, the harder it becomes to tell where the fantasy ends… and their real selves begin. Because in this game, it’s not just monsters they’re facing. It’s each other. And maybe the scariest part isn’t what happens in the world they built… but what it brings out of them when the game ends. Critical Hit Series! is a genre-bending love letter to both shounen adventure and shoujo romance. A dual narrative that turns the everyday into the epic, and makes you wonder: When does pretending stop being pretend?

A poet and a tattoo artist. Three years ago, Isla walked into his studio looking for something permanent. She left with a tattoo—and a pair of eyes she couldn’t forget. Now, their paths cross again. A story about quiet obsession, unspoken connection, and love that doesn’t promise forever… just the wreckage it leaves behind.

Hunter Cha Eui-jae, who was dispatched to seal a rift that appeared over the West Sea, was flung out as soon as he closed the rift. When he came to his senses, he was lying in a garbage dump. Starving, he was drawn like a zombie is to blood to a hangover soup restaurant, where he realized that he had fallen into South Korea, eight years in the future. In this era, disaster alerts notify people of rift openings in advance, ASMR videos of slimes gathered from dungeons were trending, and idle hunters livestream unboxings of A-rank longswords. Unlike the past, where people trembled in fear of an impending apocalypse, the future was surprisingly peaceful, leaving Cha Eui-jae feeling empty. Since things had turned out this way, why not start a second chapter of life as a part-timer at the hangover soup restaurant, rather than being a hunter? “That’s strange.” “…” “Have we met somewhere before?” Cha Eui-jae’s plan to quietly spend his remaining days as the only part-time worker at the decades-old hangover soup restaurant goes awry when he encounters a mysterious, gas-masked individual… DISCLAIMER: The story credit goes to og translator and author

Welcome to Cardmaster's Game A crime thriller where imagination turns into reality. Meet Aditi Rathore, an author living in Mumbai. Her stories don't just stay on the page–they comes to life in unexpected and dangerous ways. Everything changes when the villain from her new novel steps out of friction... and into her world. The Cardmaster is out there. The city is his playground. And Aditi? She's now a part of the deadly game she never intended to play. Will she be able to stop the character she created or is it already late?

Noa Aizawa and Ren Kurosawa were sent by the HRD of the TV station where they worked under the pretext of "International Film Internship." to Las Vegas There they met a mysterious figure with a strange contract that included *"Clause 69."* planning an unusual experiment and had to close the studio called Lotus Entertainment Unknowingly, Noa and Ren were trapped as Japanese talents they had to take part in a workshop to build chemistry, Wardrobes only consisting of see-through bathrobes and crazy rules like sleeping in the same bed to build natural intimacy until Noa began to really fall in love with her fake partner and even entered the adult film industry

growing up in a town deeply religious, Chike had a strange reputation, he was faithless, things took a strange turn when he was possessed by an entity. now he must complete god's tempest and save his young cousin. FB: hive studio discord: khay-white

Ken Shimizu had always lived a quiet life. He wasn’t a genius or a failure—just a regular guy with a decent job in an indie game studio, an obsession with ramen, and a library of half-finished Steam games. At 32, he could code, write basic dialogue, and pixel art his way through most things. Nothing spectacular. But he loved games—not just playing them, but imagining what they could be. Then, he died. Not in a blaze of glory. Not even in a tragic accident. Just a poorly timed heart attack while stress-testing a buggy horror VR build at 3 a.m. He blinked. And opened his eyes to a new world.

Z-List actress Skylar Vance has been dogged by controversy since her debut. Vilified for her curves and drowned in tabloid scandals, she’s branded a "sex symbol" by ruthless industry rivals. Studio sabotage, smear campaigns, and predatory gossip columns have trapped her career in limbo for years. Enter Silas Sterling, the Ivy League-educated CEO of Sterling Holdings. A titan of Wall Street whose strategic ruthlessness reshaped entire industries, he reigns from a gilded throne—yet his icy demeanor has alienated family and colleagues alike. To the world, he’s untouchable. To those who know him? Unbearable. When a freak accident swaps their bodies, Skylar wakes up as the feared billionaire—and accidentally sets about revolutionizing Sterling Holdings with radiant empathy: She starts her days with warm family check-ins, showers subordinates with genuine care, rolls out irresistible employee perks, and lavishes compliments on her secretary's stunning new perm. Meanwhile, Silas storms through Skylar’s world like a corporate Category 5 hurricane: suing tabloids into oblivion, blacklisting scheming rivals, and warning online trolls with signature legal threats. The Internet Explodes: Forum Post: WHO is Skylar Vance’s sugar daddy? Her rise from Z-list to A-list reeks of shady backing! Tabloids froth with theories about her mysterious benefactor—until Sterling Holdings’ notoriously reclusive CEO drops a bombshell on live TV: "I’m bankrolling my own girlfriend’s career. Got a problem with that?"

this story explores the life of two teenagers, one had endless energy and unspoken emotions while the other just wanted to fade away from the world. starting from a simple - yet, surprising encounter behind the school which turned into daily encounters before our shyam even realised what was happening they had already became friends, freinds so close he would often visit her home — with an excuse to read books. slowly but steadily they become closer than shyam had imagined they would be. but the gap just did not grow, instead it became less and less visible and soon they became one. with a little spirituality and the help of the goddess shyam finally confesses to the girl who he didn't even knew months ago. the girl who made his heart race. the girl who he thought was just passing by- --- written by - dhoben editors - none published by - noobBooks studios published on - webnovel - perm ---------- my english is very bad. and I don't know anything about novel writing. if my story is not engaging enough. please read something else, this is not something you would want to spend your time on, trust me.

A goddess fallen from ancient times, a skilled professional known for high end assassination and research jobs...Will he find her? And, what is he planning?

The protagonist Jiang Wan sacrificed herself by falsely claiming responsibility and was imprisoned for five years. She had hoped that after her release, she could return to her previous life and continue to marry her fiancé Gu Han Shen. However, on the day she was released from prison, her sister walked hand in hand with her fiancé into the studio and took sweet wedding photos.

From the fading notes of a piano in an abandoned studio to the blood-soaked skyline of Shanghai’s underworld, from enchanted forests where fairies fall in love with demons to desolate cities haunted by the undead—this collection brings together the forgotten, the fearless, and the brokenhearted. Whispers Through Time and Ashes is a powerful anthology of stories that explore the unspoken desires, quiet rebellions, and fierce passions that shape our lives. Within these pages, you’ll find: Ellie, who defies a silent world to let her music be heard. Lyra, whose love for a mysterious artist challenges the boundaries of age and fear. Wei, a former Mafia heir haunted by love and blood. Jinwoo, a boy turned underworld king, who dares to dream in brushstrokes. Anya, a time-traveling sorceress in search of lost truths. Luna and Jin, whose forbidden love may heal centuries of war. Emma and David, survivors of a world devoured by the undead, who find hope in ruins. Every tale stands alone, yet together they form a symphony of courage, longing, heartbreak, and resilience. A book for dreamers, rebels, and anyone who has ever loved in silence or lived in defiance. Let the whispers begin.

Elias, a staff member of Alexia Cray—the high end personal stylist and designer, the mirror of mirrors whose name was all over the world. Alexia's studio was like a sanctuary of transforming women beauty ethernal as of dreams. That is, until the bloody massacre which takes the life of all her savoir who were there for her at difficult times, along with hers. But death wasn't the end. Mystically, Elias travels back to the time when she got her exorbitant job at Alexia's Atliar having no memory of the incidents. How will she save them and change their fate when she don't know the event, who was behind it? and she has travelled back to time to save herself from bad fate. Hang with Elias to experience the journey through style—where every client is given a lifetime of glamour, till Alexia's life spared .

Kirana Diandra, seorang podcaster dengan sejuta kata dan tawa, merasa dunianya dijungkirbalikkan saat mendapat tugas mustahil: mewawancarai Arion Baskara. Arion bukan sekadar pria pendiam. Dia adalah seorang perfumer jenius yang berkomunikasi melalui aroma, bukan kata. Dunianya adalah keheningan, botol-botol kaca, dan kenangan pahit yang terkunci dalam sebuah parfum yang tak pernah selesai ia ciptakan. Bagi Kirana, Arion adalah narasumber tersulit. Bagi Arion, Kirana adalah 'cahaya' yang terlalu terang, mengusik ketenangannya yang temaram. Namun, ketika Kirana tanpa sengaja mengidentifikasi sebuah aroma langka di studio Arion, sebuah pintu tak kasat mata terbuka. Arion memberinya sebuah tantangan: bantu dia menemukan 'nada yang hilang' dari parfum masa lalunya, dan wawancara eksklusif akan menjadi miliknya. Perjalanan mereka bukan lagi sekadar tentang kata dan wangi, melainkan tentang dua jiwa yang mencoba saling menyembuhkan. Mampukah Kirana menjadi cahaya yang menerjemahkan keheningan Arion? Dan sanggupkah Arion merelakan aroma masa lalunya demi meracik masa depan yang baru bersama Kirana? Karena terkadang, perasaan yang paling dalam justru tercium, bukan terucap.

亗 Tower of Sacrifices “This Tower doesn’t test your strength. It tests what you’re willing to become.” One day, the doors opened. No one knew why. No one knew by whom. But 500 were chosen—dragged into a Tower that breathes like a god, shifts like a dream, and feeds on hope. Among them: A father. A daughter. And a promise made at the front door: “Stay close to me.” Each floor redefines what it means to survive. A plunge into water with creatures lurking below. A silent scream beneath falling lava. A hallway where your number means your death. “Just pray that we survive…” But the Tower is not just a test. It’s an altar. And every altar demands sacrifice. At the Fifth Floor, the gods descend— Not to rule. Not to save. But to play. “You have successfully passed the first floor.” “More sacrifices are coming.” They are not above us. They are trapped with us. Bound by the will of the Ten Great Gods, these lesser deities form twisted pacts with mortals. Because in this Tower, humans are nothing without gods—and gods are nothing without humans. Together, they climb. Together, they suffer. Together… they become something else. “Are we slaves?” “Or maybe animals are better than them sometimes.” This is not a game. It’s a ritual with no exit. 亗 Tower of Sacrifices is a dark fantasy about survival, control, and godhood at the edge of sanity. A tale where the blood isn't just spilled— It’s remembered. ᓚᘏᗢ Add it to your collection now. ^_^ Power Stones feed the next floor. ⟡ Presented to you by [Studio Zenith] ⟡ ⟡ Written by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Cleaned by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Edited by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ ⟡ Bled onto the page by: PLAGUE_INC ⟡ 亗 Every floor has its maker. This one bears his name.

When Aadi, a young man, searches for two people who are precious to him, his efforts land him in an unexpected place with an unrelenting foe, whose blows shatter the earth and rend boulders asunder. Their conflict sparks a partnership for the ages and spurs Aadi on an adventure that he wouldn't have imagined possible. --- Disclosure: Free chapters of this novel by Windus Andar will be published on several platforms: Wattpad, Royal Road, Scribble Hub, and WebNovel. These free chapters will also be published on Angel Grove Studio's website. Premium chapters will be available on Windus Andar's Patreon page. After the novel is completed, it will be published on Amazon and Smashwords and its affiliates.

In the year 2030, Michael Thorne is eighteen, broke, and barely surviving the system that left him behind. With no family, no future, and nowhere to go, he spends his nights sleeping in abandoned corners of the city and his days trying not to disappear completely. Then the game Veilborn arrives. No advertisements. No studio credits. Just a whisper online: “The game that remembers.” With no login ID, no setup screen, and no price tag, Michael is pulled into something deeper than VR—an artificial world that feels as old as memory and as cruel as reality. But Veilborn doesn’t treat him like a player. It treats him like something else—something that was never supposed to exist. Marked by a mysterious “Veiled Star,” Michael’s tutorial is lethal, his starting class unglamorous, and his only advantage is the fact that he refuses to break. As he levels through real combat, bleeds through real pain, and uncovers hidden systems buried beneath the game’s surface, one truth becomes clear: This isn’t a game you win. It’s a world that tests what you are. And somewhere within it lies a power that remembers him. Even though he has no idea why.

Lee Jin Woo once lived a dismal life. He lived pitifully on a day to day basis in his five-pyeon studio filled with mold. Then, one day, he died in a sudden fire. When he wakes up, he finds himself inside a novel. But there’s just one issue… He had become the novel’s villain!

Eyes wide, he nervously peered at the others marching in formation around him. Gripping the large bow tightly, he made sure to keep marching, never stopping from the steady pace set by the columns ahead. Placing each foot one after the other he carefully stayed in formation and made sure to keep the pace set. To do otherwise would only invite the Game's wrath. He couldn't slow down or the Game would take steps to try and kill him. It had already made clear that if he died here in the game, he would die in real life. The last thing he remembered was boarding the small plane with a destination of San Juan, Puerto Rico. Now he was somehow trapped as a character inside the biggest mobile game at the time: Destiny War Tactics, a roleplaying strategy game with a heavy focus on its Idle-type gameplay and events. Having played the game before, but only casually, he now finds himself relying on the little bit he can remember in order to survive a world fraught with its own perils, while somehow getting around the restrictions imposed by its murderous Game System.

In a small town in Bangladesh, Rahad—a young boy—lost everything to a crime no one dared to speak of. Years later, guided by the ghost of a girl who was never born, he begins a silent massacre. One by one, they fall. But it’s not just about revenge. It’s about fear. A message. A warning to the world: “They Are Coming.” A dark psychological thriller exploring justice, trauma, and vengeance.

Kazuma and Masako are a loving married couple who run a successful indie game development studio from their cozy home. After leaving the corporate world behind, they poured their hearts into creating hit games like Mori Journey, Exaslia, and their biggest success yet, Mori Adventure. Despite their professional success, the real magic lies in their personal relationship—a mix of playful teasing, deep affection, and unwavering support. Through late-night coding marathons, romantic anniversaries, unexpected livestream mishaps, and wholesome surprises, Kazuma and Masako navigate the challenges of both game development and marriage. Kazuma is the steady, hardworking coder, while Masako is the lively, creative artist with a penchant for mischief and teasing her husband. Together, they bring out the best in each other, blending love and laughter into their daily lives. From heart-melting romantic moments to hilarious hijinks, their story captures the highs and lows of balancing love, work, and dreams. Whether they’re surprising each other with heartfelt gifts, overcoming obstacles in game launches, or simply sharing quiet moments together, Kazuma and Masako prove that life is truly a game best played with your partner by your side. Their journey is a heartwarming tale of love, passion, and the joy of building worlds—both virtual and real—together. [3-4 chapters a week]

Aiden Kuro, a low-ranked student at Lustris Academy, discovers his "Purity Eye," a perverse magic that sees lust, trauma, and magical contracts. Forced into the Virgin Detective Club, a secret group of powerful, insatiable women, he solves magical sex crimes, seduces dangerous beauties, and unravels the academy’s erotic corruption, evolving from prey to predator in a darkly comedic, smut-filled supernatural mystery. Additional Tags --- Harem | Male Protagonist | Smut | Magic | Mystery | Action | BDSM | Ecchi | Supernatural | Academy | Power Progression | Weak to Strong | Comedy | Dark Secrets | Sexual Cultivation | Seduction | Non-Virgin MC | Dominant Females | Gender Transformation | Cursed Items | Sex Magic | Reverse Domination | Group Play | Rituals | Slow Romance | Psychological | Bondage | Hypnosis | Tentacles | Lactation | Anal | Roleplay | Edging | Orgy | Breeding | BDSM | Mask Play | Public Sex | Fluid Magic | Exhibitionism | Dominance Reversal

When shy teen musician Kael uploads a rough demo, he never expects it to grab the attention of a rising studio. Thrown into the underground music scene, Kael must confront doubt, pressure, and his past as he fights to find his voice—on the mic and in life. Story was written 1 year ago

[ BRIMFUL DEPRAVATION ] Is my latest work, Check it if you want. Cover is "IDRIS COTTON KORVAC". Next in line is SILVER, "THE WOMAN", (OXXANA) NARAE, or WILDKYR'ZON, she has appeared before in the cover, BRIANNELL and SLAYÇĘR are not easy to create i keep trying though. Check the work of - EasyFun - in PixAI, he made one of the future Covers and a few Creatures. Search for - Saito Tesshu - in the same plataform too, he create a picture that was literally the live image of Thyfall. (Now in the Characters section!) IF YOU WANT TO HAVE A CERTAIN CHARACTER IN THE COVER, LEAVE A COMMENT. Arriving to The New Existence, is not even the start in the unparallel journey to "Absolution". Follow the DISTINCT CHARACTERS across their adventures and troubles on a REALITY they "ARE" and "NOT" familiar with: First four Archs are Introductory to concepts employing different points of view, The story sets up its tempo until Arch five onwards. (I RECOMMEND TO READ UNTIL THE SIX TO EIGHT ARCH, OTHERWISE YOU ARE GOING TO MISS A LOT OF INFORMATION) Pick your favorite Character and support them on the Fandom Feature!: BVERXKKA Marshack "The Absolute Apex": Born to be the Epitome of his Species, The Hûrngöth, labeled the strongest and more powerful Entity on his previous Existence, search the weaklings and hybrids of his species to exterminate them, due to them being the responsibles of the Destruction of Hûlfhednär, his Homeworld, and a trillion of his peers (Real Trillion has eighteen Zeros!). SHLÕVTHY Zergirion "The Playboy" - The Best Mate of his Species the Königh, hates with madness the majority of other Königh that are less evolved, he is driven by vengeance, occulting this truth behind a smiling and playful facade. VIUKANE Newller "The Charmer" - The second best integrant of his Species the Gärmshïer, for him is abhorrent to take the credit for what others do, and is extremely ruthless when others steal what belongs to him, above everything, his achievements. KORVAC Idris "The Athlete" - A young man from a different variation of the iterations of Humanity (Terranean) that belongs to another Existence, he is extremely Pragmatic and Paranoid, which makes him doubt his own beliefs and question everything, as he doesn't feel any grievance for the brutal murder of his fiancee before being send to The New Existence. (If you want to know a bit more about some characters, you can read the Prequel - SOMETIMES THE UNKNOWN IT'S BETTER THAN THE ALTERNATIVE) MATURE CONTENT - SMUT - R18 BDMS - BONDAGE - ROLEPLAY ACTION - GORE (Depending on situation) HAREM (Some) NTR (Technically) YURI (Depending on characters behavior and tendencies) ADVENTURE - HARSH (For some) - DARK (As the story unfolds) - COMEDY (Occasionally) ROMANCE (Driven by different mentalities, cultural disparities or traditions) MULTIPLE LEADS (No real MC, if you want one, then, is BVERXKKA if it weren't for him no one else could have a chance in the unforgiven REALITY everyone is surviving) NO CHEATS (No one has something "Unique", everyone can reach "Absolution") NO PLOT ARMOR (If they look like they are going to die, think about it twice, what they can or can't do, the answers are already there)