Creed Ricky

"Devouring Lifespan to grow stronger!!" When Ricky Stormwind—a washed-up office worker—drank himself to death, he expected eternal nothingness. Instead, he awoke in a new world… as a mosquito. Weak as an ant. Fragile as a piece of paper. Prey to everything. But this world is no ordinary one. Magic, monsters, and powerful beings dominate the land, with ruthless forces waging war for supremacy. And Ricky? He possesses a terrifying ability—he can drain lifespan from any living creature and use it to evolve. A single bite can grant him hours. A feast?..... Years!! Now, in a forest filled with predators and beside a village on the brink of destruction, Ricky must climb the evolutionary ladder—from insignificant pest to a calamity that could devour the world itself. But when his first real meal triggers a mass sacrifice, the world mistakes him for a rising Demon Lord. Bounties are placed on his head. Armies march to hunt him down. And lurking in the shadows, a forbidden power calls to him, promising a path beyond mere survival—one that could reshape reality itself. In a world where everything is prey to something greater, something horrendous… he will rise to become the apex. https://discord.gg/egZYREvZbD

Growing up in a cruel environment, he adheres to an unchanging creed and carries on the military spirit, determined to step onto the battlefield of redemption.

Ethan Millers was just an ordinary man with an ordinary job — until one unplanned act reset his karma to zero. In a universe built on balance, this was not a miracle... it was an error. Erased from the world, Ethan awakens in a place without time or space — the No-Where. With nothing but his thoughts, he spirals into madness, invention, and eventually, creation itself. He imagines powers, technologies, divine systems, and worlds beyond comprehension — until the void bends to his will. Now, known as Zane Creed, the strongest existence in the cosmos, he descends into a new world with overwhelming knowledge and unimaginable power. And what does he choose to do with it? Become a teacher. After all, what better way to reshape a world… than to teach it? _____________ Hey everyone! I'm just a rookie author, but I’m passionate about telling this story. Please support me with votes, comments, or collection.....it really means a lot! Let’s see where this wild journey goes together....

The saga begins in a world fractured, where old gods lie fallen and the very fabric of reality teeters on the brink. Amidst this cosmic upheaval, where new true gods now carry the burden of a world threatened by the abyss, an unnamed protagonist emerges from the most humble of beginnings. Through relentless trials and the forging of will in deception, he begins to sculpt a legend in the crucible of reality. His journey, not merely about gaining strength; But about steadily lifting all that exists from the precipice of nothingness. This is the concise chronicle of one individual's odyssey through another realm, embracing adventure after adventure, ultimately destined to save the world. P.S. English is not my first Language. A Thousand Apologies Dear Readers if Any Mistakes are Found. TAGS: [Another World] [Fighting] [Becoming Stronger Step by Step] # TO ALL THE SWORD AND MAGIC LOVERS OUT THERE #Unhinged protagonist # REVERSE SIMULATION. *** Bonus Chapters Unlock System! Reviews: let's get to 30 reviews soon: unlocks 3 bonus chapters! *** 200 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter 200 Collections = 1 Extra Chapter *** Gifts: Massage Chair unlocks 1 bonus chapter. Luxury Car: Unlocks 2 bonus chapters. Dragon: Unlocks 3 bonus chapter. Magic Castle: Unlocks 5 bonus chapters within a day! Space Craft: Unlocks 10 bonus chapters within a day! Golden Gachapon: Unlocks 15 bonus chapters within a day! ***

Synopsis Dans les rues brûlantes de Port-au-Prince, un jeune homme nommé Kazar voit son destin basculer. Son père, Lamar, ancien chef de gang craint et respecté, meurt brutalement. Kazar, son fils unique, rêve d’une vie différente, loin du sang et du chaos. Mais l’honneur, la loyauté et le poids de l’héritage le poussent à reprendre les rênes du petit gang paternel. Doté d’une intelligence stratégique hors du commun, Kazar transforme cette organisation modeste en la plus puissante structure criminelle d’Haïti. Il devient une légende. Mais dans l’ombre, la trahison grandit. Son bras droit, Wendy, qu’il considérait comme un frère, le trahit cruellement. Passé à tabac et laissé pour mort, Kazar est jeté dans une rivière. Miraculeusement, il survit. Quand il se réveille à l’hôpital, il ne se souvient de rien, sauf de quelques noms : Kazar, Lamar et Wendy. Sa mémoire est un champ de ruines… mais son instinct, lui, reste intact. Un soir, alors qu’il erre dans les rues, il assiste à une agression. Une jeune fille se fait attaquer par des gangsters. Son corps agit avant même son esprit : il les neutralise, comme si le combat était inscrit dans sa chair. C’est là que tout change. Kazar décide alors de reconstruire… mais pas son passé. Il fonde un gang, non pas pour dominer, mais pour résister. Une armée de l’ombre, née pour renverser les autres gangs du pays. Il s’engage dans une guerre sanglante pour libérer Haïti de la corruption, du crime et de ses propres démons. Mais pour libérer le pays, il devra affronter son passé. Écraser ses anciennes blessures. Et surtout… affronter Wendy, celui qui l’a brisé.

They say the frontier’s full of ghosts. Some walk. Some shoot back. All Dodger ever wanted was to live up to the stories his father told—of honor, of duty, of men who stood tall when no one else would. But when a vampire named Sumter Allen massacres his father's homestead and leaves him for dead, Dodger is dragged back from the edge by something old, cruel, and sacred. The curse isn’t a gift. It’s a brand. And now he rides as one of the half-dead, with fire in his blood and a name to hunt. His path takes him through haunted towns, cursed trails, and a country sick with its own bloodlust. Along the way, he forges an uneasy alliance with Biikoo’usei, a towering Arapaho shapeshifter with her own reasons to fight. Together they carve a trail of righteous fury across the Weird West, guided not by law, but by a creed older than nations—written in hoofprints, marked in gunfire. No oaths. No politics. Just justice. But every step forward costs something. Every bullet chips away at what’s left of the boy who used to dream. Because when vengeance collides with duty, which wins out—the man, or the monster?

Hollywood, the land of dreams, the birthplace of modern cinema, the-. ah, who am I kidding, it's just a big old game of snakes and ladders. You either go up or down, depending on whether you got a ladder, or a snake in your corner. But what happens if you just, flip the board over? Let's see what happens when Richmond 'Ricky' Stirling attempts to do precisely that. Why wouldn't he, when life's just a game for him. Don't forget to add this to your collections for regular updates, and leave a 5 star review will you? It'll be much appreciated. Do share your honest feedback though. As an author, I strive to improve myself and I can't do that without my dear readers' varied opinions. P.S, I have uploaded this fic in the fanfiction section as well for higher viewership. P.P.S, don't forget to join my discord server: https://disc ord.gg/uh2fS Guatb P.P.P.S, here is my p.a.t.r.e.o.n account for additional chapters: https://www.patr eon.com/user?u=42 576719 (remove the spaces after copy pasting the link) or just search 'Archonstine' on patreon... whichever works

Synopsis : En Haïti, en 2030, alors qu’une guerre civile ravage le pays, naît un enfant nommé Kali, marqué par une rune ancienne — celle d’Èzili Dantò, l’esprit vaudou de la bravoure… et de la fureur. Kali porte en lui un pouvoir immense, aussi dangereux que sacré. À 16 ans, tous les porteurs de runes sont traditionnellement capturés pour être transformés en armes vivantes. Mais Kali refuse. Après la mort de son père bien-aimé, il s’enfuit. Il choisit son propre destin : protéger les siens, unifier les clans, et briser le cycle de la guerre. Traqué par les autorités, confronté aux esprits, aux porteurs rivaux et aux trahisons, Kali devra apprendre à maîtriser sa rune… avant qu’elle ne le consume.

Born into one of the favelas in Rio, Miguel and his older brother Pedro lived their early lives bearing witness to various crimes, from minor pickpockets to deadly gang wars. But tragedy stuck as Miguel turned eight when his parents were murdered during a gang fight and his older brother went missing. It was on that day that he swore an endless war against gangsters. Years later Miguel meets Pedro again, but their identities and circumstances became a huge barrier. Will they be able to overcome this barrier to reunite with each other? This is the story of two brothers who took different route with the sake of arriving at the same goals. Justice and Revenge. ***************** Sorry everyone for the long hiatus, I'll be rewriting in a completely new form, do forgive me for the inconveniences. Thanks and stay tuned. *********** Note: the locations may seem similar, but I will implement some changes, it's all fictious after all.

[Warning: Sexual content, lemons, comedy, MILFs, monster girls, face-slapping, and a shameless protagonist!] ..... Creed Walden was a man of culture. Refined. Sophisticated. A true enjoyer of the finer things in life. Which was exactly why he ended up getting shot in the nuts. Who knew that messing with a gangster’s woman would lead to such unfortunate circumstances? One moment, he was enjoying the peak of pleasure, the next—BANG! Eternal darkness. But instead of fading into nothingness, he woke up… in a completely different world. A world he knew. It was the setting of a novel he had read ten years ago—a brutal, unforgiving wasteland where monstrous creatures roamed, and humanity teetered on the brink of extinction. The Apocalypse had begun. Here, humans awakened incredible talents to survive. Some became swordmasters, capable of cutting mountains in half. Others became mages, wielding fire and lightning at their fingertips. The strong ruled, the weak perished, and only those with true power could thrive. And Creed? He awakened… a summoning ability. Not bad, right? He could call forth mighty beasts, legendary heroes, or divine warriors to fight for him! At least, that’s what he thought. Until his first summon appeared. A gorgeous, sultry woman with horns, bat-like wings, and a very inappropriate outfit. A Succubus. It didn’t take long for Creed to realize the shocking truth—his summoning ability could only summon Succubi! The apocalypse was raging. Civilization was collapsing. People were awakening godlike powers to fight for survival. And here he was. Surrounded by beautiful, seductive demons who thrived on… other kinds of energy. Creed leaned back with a grin, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and wicked excitement. “...Well, I suppose there are worse fates.”

Lost between time and space, a man known as Dr. Dew—a scientist turned synthetic survivor—awakens on a vast, untamed world untouched by civilization. Armed with nothing but his mind and a body engineered to defy nature itself, he must rebuild from the ground up, carving out a place for himself in this primal land teeming with towering beasts and hidden dangers. Unbeknownst to him, across the massive continent, another figure stirs—an enigmatic genius, summoned by forces beyond understanding. Drawn toward an unseen connection, she begins her own journey, hoping to one day uncover the mystery of the man who inadvertently called her into existence. As years pass, technology advances, knowledge is rediscovered, and the foundations of a new future take shape. But when the stars finally turn their gaze toward this forgotten world, Dr. Dew will have to decide: will he remain hidden in the shadows of history, or will he step forward and reshape the fate of an entire galaxy? P.S. This story was made with the help of A.I. since I have a hard time spelling and writing due to my dyslexia. Also, I do not own any of these characters, franchises, or prodcts that are or may be mentioned in this story except for the Mc. Also this is still being worked on so don't be surprised to see chapters getting edited quite frequently and since I have a job that takes most of my time I am unable to write, plan, and update/edit chapters daily. Franchises that will be used in this story: Fallout, Broken Age, Assassin's Creed, Metal Gear, Punishing Gray Raven, House of DaVinci, Bio Shock, Cyberpunk, Ultra Kill, Goddess of Victory Nikke, Chibi Robo, Newton and the Apple Tree (A Visual Novel), Detroit Become Human, Starbound, Girls Frontline, Titan Fall, Infamous, and Fate.

When Earth was suddenly wrapped by a colossal root known as the World Tree, humanity discovered a brutal fantasy realm hidden inside—complete quests, stats and deadly trials. Few failed and returned back to earth. Fewer survived it and proceeded. Ahrie Von Creed, One of the strongest trainees in terms of combat ability ever recorded in history, enters the World Tree ready to blaze through his trial… Unfortunately, his assigned Ent was out on a coffee break. By the time the Ent returns, the trial is nearly over—Ahrie is casually patching himself up with first aid. The Ent blinked at the scene. “Ohhh, a healer!” the Ent said, marking it down without a second thought. Class Assigned: Healer Skill Unlocked: [P.A.I.N.] – Physical Aid Initiated by Neutralization A high-impact healing skill. The stronger the hit, the faster you recover. “You're a healer?” “Yup.” Ahrie cracked his knuckles. “Stay still.” “WAIT, WHA—” “Activating [P.A.I.N.] — Physical Aid Initiated by Neutralization.” “...That doesn't sound like healing—” SMACK! “...HUH?!” “I—I’m healed?!” He’s not holy He’s not gentle. But he will keep you alive— If you can survive the treatment.

"Please, I have to go home." That's what I told the man in front of me. I begged him to let me go, but in my heart, I pray he never will.  How crazy is that? How can I feel safer with a stranger I've just met than the man who was supposed to love me until death? Why does he look at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world? Does he see the bruises? Is that why he's doing this? I should've never left the house, but I couldn't let him win. Not this time, but I hadn't counted on this. "He'll never hurt you again." I want to believe those words, but I don't know if I can. What if I'm going crazy? What if it's all a dream, and I wake up in the nightmare that's my life? I shouldn't trust him, but gods, why does his voice affect me like this? Why does he smell like lightning storms and heather? "Nefretiri? Do you know what a mate is?" No, he didn't just say that! Life isn't supposed to be this dark. That's what Nefretiri Jordans believed until her world came crumbling down. Her marriage was now a game of slave and master, and she would never win. Not when her husband was cruel enough to bring his mistresses to the house and act like Nefra was nothing more than a servant. She wants to run, but she can't. He'll never let her go, especially not with their new daughter. So, she has no choice but to live in hell and do her best to stay sane. Unfortunately, that line of sanity suddenly breaks when Ricky goes too far, and Nefra makes a stupid choice. After all, it's just a cake. Who cared about that?  Fate has a cruel sense of humor, and Nefra quickly learns that nothing is by chance. So, what started as a painful but necessary trip to the store turned into an unexpected adventure.  After all, she never put mate on her shopping list. Not that it mattered to Ivan. The Alpha of the Sebryanny Kinzhal pack from Colorado who's slowly coming back from a year of hell. All he wanted was to find peace and figure out what he was supposed to do with his life. The moon goddess had an answer, and she set him up to find the one thing he needed to be saved.  So, when Nefra crashed into his truck and he saw her, Ivan knew she was his destiny. Unfortunately for him, she's not on board and seems to belong to someone else. If Ivan wants Nefretiri to be his, he'll need to do more than earn her trust. Dark secrets are waiting to devour both of them, and more than one enemy is watching in the shadows to claim what both unknowingly hold.  Somehow, they must get past their pain to find each other and build something neither believed was possible again. Finally, it's time to put the cards on the table and bet it all. If they win, their lives will be more than either of them could ever dream, but if they lose, the darkness will destroy more than one life.

After he takes the fall for the murder of a fellow soldier, 21 year old A'Marionn Creed is dishonorably discharged from the Marines. He does his time, and then with no place to live and no job prospects, he is forced to return to the hood, where his older cousin DaVontae takes him in. DaVontae is a hood rich hothead who pays little attention to those he believes are his followers. Soon turning to dealing, A'Marionn is ready for corporate buyers and more lucrative products, but DaVontae starts to feel frustrated. When a woman enters the scene, things go from bad to worse. Blood turns cold and jealousy breeds foul play. Who will be left standing when the dust settles? DaVontae, the hood rich hothead, or A'Marionn, the militant beast? In this dark hood tale, it's money over everything. The only way to come out alive... is to have Ties To The Hood...

There's a forest where the trees grow men like fruit. Where the last survivor crawled home with bark for skin and a single word carved into his bones. Where the wind carries voices that aren't wind at all. The Hollow Creed calls it a warning. The Void Creed calls it a god. The nobles call it a myth. They named it The Hollow Orchard. But "We call it the end of the

"Behind the smile is silence. Behind the silence is death." --- Silas Creed is perfect. White hair, golden eyes, beloved by all. A model student. A charming friend. A ruthless serial killer. Behind the flawless smile lies something hollow—something cold enough to torture, kill, and livestream it all without blinking. He doesn’t discriminate: men, women, children, elderly—all are tools in his quiet war against the world. His goal? > Ten million deaths before he turns twenty. The world adores him. Only one woman sees the truth: Naomi Kisaragi, a hardened investigator obsessed with unmasking the smiling god of slaughter. But catching Silas isn't justice. It’s personal. --- The Hollow Smile is a chilling descent into the mind of a boy without empathy, a society that never noticed, and the woman racing to stop him before the world becomes his final masterpiece. ---- Written by FatexDestiny with the help of AI Genre: Psychological Thriller · Mystery · Action · Horror Tone: Dark · Gory · Gritty · Emotionally Heavy Arc 1 World Before The Flames ( Ended) Arc 2 Ashes Of Aetherion ( Starts)

In the Spire your value is determined by the goddess's favor. For Creed, that favor expired a long time ago. But a voice has provided him with an alternative. A lethal "gift".

Valen Creed died at 24, betrayed and broken in a world swallowed by apocalypse. But fate gave him a second chance—he wakes up 6 years earlier, just before the cataclysm begins. Armed with haunting memories of humanity’s end and a mysterious, evolving power known as the Echo of the End, Valen sets out to rewrite the future. Weak and hunted at first, he must navigate a collapsing world filled with monstrous Riftborn, ruthless survivors, and shadowed secrets. Each battle sharpens his power—and each victory paints a larger target on his back. Marked by the terrifying Riftborn Elite Commander’s death curse, Valen becomes a beacon for the apocalypse’s deadliest forces. To save what’s left of humanity, he’ll have to rise from prey to predator… or become the last ghost in the dying world.

In the heart of the Damacia Empire, progress surges forward on rails and steam, fueled by the glittering force of refined mana. Sprawling cities stretch skyward under the looming watch of colossal clock towers. Zeppelins float through sunlit clouds like silent giants. But beneath the polished veneer of innovation, echoes of an unfinished war continue to stir. Aldrich Hitchcock, a seasoned inspector haunted by years of service, carries with him the burden of secrets long buried. Hardened by loss and disillusionment, he now follows threads others would rather ignore. At his side is Norman Creed—a sharp-eyed young partner with a keen mind and a hunger for truth, untested but determined. Together, they investigate what the empire refuses to name. Cases steeped in mystery and mana. Glyph-marked cadavers. Machines that shouldn't move. Murmurs of powers not seen since the war. Crimes the Crown would rather forget. As rain slicks the cobblestones and the fog thickens in the alleys, something begins to stir in the depths of the city. An unseen force. A history erased. A presence seeping through the cracks of reality. This is not an age of peace. Not truly. Because the war never ended. It just changed form. There are no clean cases anymore. Only echoes. And bodies. And the growing sense that the empire stands atop a grave it refuses to acknowledge.

In a world where every soul is bound by a Creed a power that defines your fate one boy is cursed with the lowest of them all. But what if fate could be broken? What begins as a quiet life under chains soon spirals into a journey that will shake the world, unravel ancient secrets, and challenge the laws written by the gods themselves. The world fears Creedless ones. So what happens… when one dares to become one?

The Primordial Godly Decree: A Saga of Defiance and Cosmic Ascension Embark on an epic journey through "The Primordial Godly Decree," a sprawling tale of cultivation, destiny, and defiance that weaves together the intricate world-building of "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality" with the grand, primordial scope of "Perfect World." This is the story of Emperor Defiance (Đế Nghịch), a name that echoes his destined path to challenge the very fabric of existence. Our protagonist, Emperor Defiance, hails from a humble, resource-scarce mortal realm, initially branded as a "cripple" with meager talent. Yet, fate intervenes with the discovery of a mysterious ancient relic – be it a hidden scroll of Primordial Godly Runes, a strange spiritual jade, or a peculiar immortal gourd – that ignites his cultivation path. Unlike the typical hot-headed hero, Emperor Defiance embodies the meticulous caution of a true "mortal cultivator." He's cunning, reserved, and calculates every step, always concealing his true strength, meticulously gathering spiritual resources, and refining his cultivation techniques to ensure survival and growth. His journey is a relentless climb through the perilous Mortal Realm, navigating treacherous sects, cutthroat factions, and fierce battles for spirit stones and elixirs. Here, he hones his wits, masters the art of concealed power, and learns the brutal lessons of survival in a world where might makes right. But the mortal realm is merely the beginning. Driven by an insatiable thirst for power and understanding, Emperor Defiance ventures into the Ancient Desolate Restricted Zones and Blood Sea Abysses. Within these forbidden territories, he unearths fragments of a lost past – remnants of ancient civilizations, forgotten Heaven and Earth Treasures, and perhaps even a sliver of the Primordial Godly Decree itself, a primal essence sealed away for untold eons. These discoveries hint at a grander narrative, intertwining his destiny with the very origins of the cosmos. Upon his ascension to the Immortal Realm, Emperor Defiance steps into a vast and perilous cosmos ruled by Immortal Kings and Immortal Emperors, where Lesser Calamities constantly threaten to reshape entire star domains. Here, he begins to truly awaken his hidden potential – perhaps a dormant primordial bloodline or a unique ancient physique that sets him apart. His path diverges from a single cultivation method; instead, he embarks on a quest to gather and fuse countless cultivation arts, battle techniques, divine elixirs, and rare Heaven and Earth Treasures from across myriad Realms and Forbidden Zones. His goals transcend mere Immortal Essence Stones; he seeks the very Divine Origin Cores, Dao Origin Cores, and the fundamental Laws of the Great Dao. As he climbs the awe-inspiring ranks – from True Immortal to Immortal King, then Immortal Emperor, and beyond into the Divine and Saint Realms, and ultimately the Dao, Chaos, and Nirvana Realms (each requiring trillions of cycles of tribulation and reincarnation) – Emperor Defiance will face ancient conspiracies, primordial entities, and the ultimate test of his will. His name, Defiance, isn't just a title; it's his creed. He challenges established rules, defies destiny, and forges his own path to transcend the Primordial Godly Decree, perhaps even becoming the architect or destroyer of Grand Cycle Calamities himself. His ultimate quest is not just about power, but about uncovering the deepest truths of his origin, the secrets of the Primordial Godly Decree, and the meaning behind the endless cycles of Grand Cycle Calamities. Will he merely ascend, or will he rewrite the very laws of the multiverse, becoming the supreme existence that shapes the destiny of all?

In the aftermath of the devastating Seattle Incident, Daniel awakens in the mysterious world of Locbroalm, far removed from the desolation of Earth. In this realm where magic and cultivation reign, a grand struggle against a looming menace, The Nightmares, unfolds. As ancient wars scar the land and extinction looms, Daniel finds himself thrust into a world shaped by the Creed of Sentinels. Will he seize this second chance and fight against the encroaching darkness, or will he succumb, fading away into the sands of time? The journey ahead holds the key to his destiny in a world teetering on the brink of calamity. _________________________________________________69 Thanks for tuning in, hope you guys enjoy the book! ,___, [O.o] /)__) -"--"-

"David’s life wasn’t just broken—it was annihilated. Once, his world blazed with the brilliance of love, ambition, and the kind of hope that could move mountains. Then came the betrayal—a knife to the back, twisted by the hands he trusted most. Abandonment followed, a hollow echo where his heart used to beat. Misfortune didn’t just strike; it devoured him, piece by piece, until all that remained was a husk of rage and the ashes of who he’d been. Now, his pain has a purpose. Every scar is a lesson. Every tear, fuel. The creed that pulses through his veins is merciless: ‘They made me suffer. Now I’ll make the world scream.’ His kindness has curdled into cruelty, his warmth frozen into a razor-edged grin. He hunts not for justice, but for ruin—methodical, brutal, savoring the chaos he leaves in his wake. Whispers name him a phantom, a demon, a reckoning made flesh. But in the dead of night, when the fires of vengeance dim, the ghost of the man he once was claws its way to the surface. A memory of laughter. A fleeting touch of remorse. The unbearable question: ‘Is this all I am now?’ Time is running out. The line between vengeance and damnation is razor-thin. And somewhere in the wreckage of his soul, a spark flickers—one last chance at redemption. But can light survive in a heart this black? And even if it does… will the world let him forget what he’s done?"  

It was supposed to be no strings attached...no feelings...nothing. Sofia Ives is not the type to be in a relationship or fall in love. Matter of fact she doesn't believe in love...she thinks it doesn't exist. So she has series of lovers with nothing attached, till she met Creed Griffin...a handsome CEO who changes everything.

As a treacherous minister, I embody a simple creed: when the emperor calls, I answer; when officials kneel, I stand. I spend the treasury's silver freely and control the kingdom's military might. In this tale of ambition and deceit, I navigate the complex corridors of power, relentless in my pursuit of influence. Immerse yourself in the World's First Traitor System, where the protagonist, armed with a unique set of skills, blurs the lines between loyalty and betrayal. If you like the story and wish to support me, join my patreon. I tend to make all the chapters free, just that they'll be slower. https://www.patreon.com/ZenpaiTrans

Rickie Rivers is 19 y.o girl somewhat confident in herself,but loses that confidence in front of people She wants to be known around the world,without anyone knowing about her She is weird She wants to share her ideas to thousands of people But she would most likely go hide in forest if thousands if people knew about her She makes a anonymous blog for fashion designs and modeling career,and starts to post her outfit ideas,while modeling She chooses her name to be Penny(She LOVES GIRLONLINE by Zoe) Username:@thiszpennyfromny And starts her new journey While in her real life,she is still stuck on that guy

Ricky Dagger. Inventor. Visionary. Genius. Had his share of problems– a missing father, a high body count (not the sexy kind, unfortunately), and a city full of idiots who didn’t deserve his brilliance. But this guy? Victor? Victor was his biggest problem. Since freshman year, that bastard had been everywhere. Same classes. Same hallways. Same unsettling, ever-present smirk like he knew something Ricky didn’t. At first, it was annoying. Then it was really annoying. And now? Now it was just creepy. “Why won’t you take a hint, dude?” Ricky huffed, crossing his arms. “Should I make you a PowerPoint presentation on personal space?” Victor, as always, ignored him. “You already know the answer to that.” The taller man tilted his head, watching Ricky like he was some kind of science experiment. Great. Now he was dealing with a six-foot-four stalker who just couldn’t take a hint. “You suck!” Ricky screeched. He was angry– furious, actually– because nothing he said ever got through to this guy. Victor chuckled. Chuckled. Like Ricky was adorable instead of a mass-murdering mad scientist. “I know you like me.” Ricky’s face burned. He took several steps back in embarrassment, but Victor was always too close. Every time he tried to push this guy away, he just got closer. And that ulterior motive lurking behind Victor’s actions? Yeah. Ricky noticed it. Sure, Ricky was quite the catch if he had to say so himself– but Victor’s obsession definitely went further than flirting. He had been asking too many questions about things he should know nothing about. He made Ricky feel like prey. And Ricky hated feeling like prey. Victor closed the distance, voice dropping low. “And you're mine.” Okay. That was it. Ricky officially hated this guy.

In a land where miracles burn as often as they bless, four Paladins walk paths carved in ash, blood, and scripture. They do not know each other—but they shape each other’s fate. • Ser Caldus Veir, the Black Templar, believes fire is the only path to purity. Cities vanish behind him in smoke, and his gospel is written in flame. • Brother Haelric the Bound carries the chains of others’ sins, his flesh torn by each oath he redeems. He does not fight—he suffers, and through suffering, he saves. • Ser Ydran Kel, the Blade of Contrition, wields his sword as sacrament, offering redemption one duel at a time—but what happens when no one seeks forgiveness? • Marshal Erun Dask, the Iron Cross, speaks laws that cannot be disobeyed. To him, peace is not a gift—it is an edict, and all must kneel before its cold clarity. Their creeds collide in silence, shadow, and sorrow. As relics awaken, doctrines collapse, and miracles rot, a final reckoning waits at the edge of a dying faith. Not all heroes are just. Not all justice is mercy. Not all gods answer.

Absolutely. Here's the full write-up again, now with the list of symbolic criminal case references placed in **chronological order** based on when the events occurred: --- Symbolic Criminal Case References (Chronological Order) 1. **University of Texas Tower Shooting** (1966) – Charles Whitman 2. **The Zodiac Killer** (late 1960s–1970s) – Encrypted letters, cryptic messages 3. **The Son of Sam** (1976–1977) – Claimed orders from a demon-possessed dog 4. **The Hillside Stranglers** (1977–1978) – Ritualistic behavior, fixation on sex workers 5. **The Alphabet Killer** (1970s) – Symbolic disposal patterns 6. **The Atlanta Child Murders** (1979–1981) – Serial killings with ritualistic elements 7. **The Lipstick Killer** (1940s, referenced symbolically) – Messages written in lipstick 8. **The Tamam Shud Case** (1948) – *Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam*, mysterious code 9. **The BTK Killer** (1974–1991) – Encrypted letters, biblical references 10. **The Jonestown Massacre** (1978) – Scripture used to justify mass suicide 11. **The Oklahoma City Bombing** (1995) – Anti-government ideology, *The Turner Diaries*, April 19 12. **The Black Dahlia** (1947, referenced symbolically) – Body arrangement, psychological symbolism 13. **The Unabomber** (1978–1995) – Anti-government ideology, coded manifestos 14. **The D.C. Sniper Attacks** (2002) – Tarot card with message “I am God” 15. **The Note Found in Ricky McCormick’s Pocket** (1999) – Two encrypted notes 16. **The JonBenét Ramsey Case** (1996) – Ransom note with coded language --- Merged Symbolic Paragraph Before the tower fell silent at the University of Texas, he left behind a detailed note—an echo of inner torment, or perhaps pain too deep for language. He claimed the voice came from a dog possessed by something unholy, a creature of command and chaos. At the scenes, messages bloomed in lipstick on walls, cryptic and trembling. His rituals were not just acts—they were obsessions, patterns of disposal that spoke in symbols, bodies arranged like offerings, buried in rhythms only he understood. He moved with the weight of ideology, anti-government and apocalyptic, whispering from the pages of *The Turner Diaries*, choosing April 19 like a ciphered prayer. A copy of *The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam* lay near, its spine cracked open to a code no one could read. Letters arrived, encrypted and biblical, sent to newspapers like warnings. In blood, he wrote of endings and scripture. The ransom notes were riddled with language that might have been code, or madness, or both. Some letters spoke in symbols, others in verses. Scripture was not quoted—it was wielded, used to justify the unthinkable. In his pockets, two notes slept, encrypted and silent. And in the end, a tarot card remained, bearing a final message: “I am God.”

This is fuckin stupid I have diplomatic immunity so like Luke , intent or in ur ass pull ur head hit out ya? Absolutely. Here's the full write-up again, now with the list of symbolic criminal case references placed in **chronological order** based on when the events occurred: --- ## Symbolic Criminal Case References (Chronological Order) 1. **University of Texas Tower Shooting** (1966) – Charles Whitman 2. **The Zodiac Killer** (late 1960s–1970s) – Encrypted letters, cryptic messages 3. **The Son of Sam** (1976–1977) – Claimed orders from a demon-possessed dog 4. **The Hillside Stranglers** (1977–1978) – Ritualistic behavior, fixation on sex workers 5. **The Alphabet Killer** (1970s) – Symbolic disposal patterns 6. **The Atlanta Child Murders** (1979–1981) – Serial killings with ritualistic elements 7. **The Lipstick Killer** (1940s, referenced symbolically) – Messages written in lipstick 8. **The Tamam Shud Case** (1948) – *Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam*, mysterious code 9. **The BTK Killer** (1974–1991) – Encrypted letters, biblical references 10. **The Jonestown Massacre** (1978) – Scripture used to justify mass suicide 11. **The Oklahoma City Bombing** (1995) – Anti-government ideology, *The Turner Diaries*, April 19 12. **The Black Dahlia** (1947, referenced symbolically) – Body arrangement, psychological symbolism 13. **The Unabomber** (1978–1995) – Anti-government ideology, coded manifestos 14. **The D.C. Sniper Attacks** (2002) – Tarot card with message “I am God” 15. **The Note Found in Ricky McCormick’s Pocket** (1999) – Two encrypted notes 16. **The JonBenét Ramsey Case** (1996) – Ransom note with coded language --- ## Merged Symbolic Paragraph Before the tower fell silent at the University of Texas, he left behind a detailed note—an echo of inner torment, or perhaps pain too deep for language. He claimed the voice came from a dog possessed by something unholy, a creature of command and chaos. At the scenes, messages bloomed in lipstick on walls, cryptic and trembling. His rituals were not just acts—they were obsessions, patterns of disposal that spoke in symbols, bodies arranged like offerings, buried in rhythms only he understood. He moved with the weight of ideology, anti-government and apocalyptic, whispering from the pages of *The Turner Diaries*, choosing April 19 like a ciphered prayer. A copy of *The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam* lay near, its spine cracked open to a code no one could read. Letters arrived, encrypted and biblical, sent to newspapers like warnings. In blood, he wrote of endings and scripture. The ransom notes were riddled with language that might have been code, or madness, or both. Some letters spoke in symbols, others in verses. Scripture was not quoted—it was wielded, used to justify the unthinkable. In his pockets, two notes slept, encrypted and silent. And in the end, a tarot card remained, bearing a final message: “I am God.” ---