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Namikaze Satellite

The System Hit An Old Clock Instead of Perverted Real Daughter

Good news to all you can read the advanced chapters of my novel for only 2$/ month from now on in my my patr eon page at: pa treon.com/Fatenovels. thank you for your support.... ............... Cultivation World Invasion, The System Hit An Old Clock Instead of Real Daughter ………………………… All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work just leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… She was an over stressed office worker that has a hobby of being a sneaky exhibitionist and one day she came to the balcony to relieve her stress with a climax. Just when she was about to climax she heard her neighbor shout. She accidentally stepped on her love juices sprayed on the bird poop and slipped out from the 11 floor. Well she was too stressed, excited and frightened. So only her body went down but her soul flew up. Suddenly her soul was pulled by a fish hook and pulled into endless space. ……………………. This world is similar to earth but the fertility of the world has long since exhausted. Because of this world has unified into a single nation to collectively suppress the low class people. Only high class people can eat proper food. One day this world that is a planet has opened up like a nail and inserted itself into a valley in a bigger planet forming a small island in the lake. The satellites fell but people found this new world and started exploration for food and this new world. New world has special energy that destroyed all kinds of electric equipment pulling people to the dark ages. ………………………. Mohini Titly is the real daughter of the titly family but after her mother died her father has remarried and they already had a daughter. The step mother and daughter purposefully lost her along with a pendent that Mohini is wearing. They took her back specifically for the pendent because it is the key to a treasure stash that Mohini’s mother’s family has hidden secretly. They know the location but cannot open it without locket and the bloodline member that is Mohini. Forced opening would drop the things into an underground river leading to abyss. But after bringing her to take the treasures, they used her as free worker and finally signed her up to the go to the new world land to farm and explore. The new world has fierce creatures that even bullets cannot pierce their skin. The job she earned as an orphan before was coaxed away by her step sister. So she died slowly in that place eaten by the beasts. But her soul lived and watched all the things. She saw that their exploration team actually came across a cultivator country and the current earth was invaded by them quickly. Then the people started to cultivate… She later passed through to another earth to become stressed worker that died just now and returned back to her current world with both sets of memories. The system that pulled her should enter her body but the exhibitionist reflexes acted and she dodged. The system hit an old clock to occupy but it gave her a new power that is the control over time. She can revert back her age and store time energy. She can use the time to speed up the growth of the things with the help of the system. But she needs lust points to use various functions of this system. The pervert knows best about lust and she started a journey taking revenge, enjoying the world, stealing chances from heroines, cucking the heroines and turning protagonists into eunuchs she lives a beautiful life. ……………………………………… This story contains real and fake daughter, luck plundering, netorare, netorase, exhibitionism, cuck, cheating, revenge, cultivation, time travel, magical space, outdoor play, slut, bitch, whore, system, and magical space read it at your own risk… …………………….
souryourer · 51.3K Views

ZawGyi:The Myth

"The Zawgyi are no more." That is what the scrolls say. That is what the monks chant at dusk. That is what the silence of the jungle wants you to believe. Long ago, beneath mountains now lost to time and cloud, they walked barefoot on ash, breathing in iron and flame. They were alchemists, but not the kind who turned lead to gold. No — they wove spells with blood, crafted fire into orbs, carved death into bone. They bent nature, not for wisdom, but for power. For defiance. They called them "Zawgyi". Immortal, it was said. Touched by heaven, feared by the underworld. But even immortality has rules. And the Zawgyi, for all their brilliance, broke too many. When the stars bled red and the rivers turned to smoke, the world pushed back. Something older than gods, deeper than spells, rose from the black between time. The Zawgyi vanished. Some say they were sealed. Others, that they burned themselves into dust. A few believe… they wait. Now, centuries later, the world has changed. Skyscrapers rise. Satellites orbit. Cities hum. And no one remembers the old language of alchemy. But something stirs. Deep in the green shadows of the Htamanthi jungle, under ruins no one dares map, an ancient circle pulses with dull red light. One seal. Just one. Cracked by accident, or by fate. And far from the jungle, in a dusty corner of a university library, a lazy, debt-ridden student named "Thuta" yawns, stretches, and picks up a scroll that hasn't been touched in 300 years. The world will wish he hadn't. ---
Superb_snail · 10.6K Views

The Whispers of Eternity

Dear Diary, Today is Sunday, January 7th of what would have been the Year 1001 AR. Now, it's Year 1 of the New World... The world I knew came to an end a week ago. It gave me something, but it took away things from me that I will never get again. There's this hollowness in my heart that will never go away. My parents are gone. Grandmother, Uncle, Aunt Sarah, Aunt Gina, Alan, and my other cousins are gone. Only Remus, Felix, and his little daughter Sylvia survived that day at the Manor... I buried my family with my hands today. Old Remus waited for me to wake up. The Manor is clean too... but it is desolate. I don't know what I would have done without him... It's a strange world now. Very strange. I can hear terrifying monsters screaming in the distance, roaming on the estate, in the woods, searching for the Aeons to devour... Internet and cellular networks are gone, but satellites are accessible. However, what I have found on the satellite feed is terrifying, to say the least. I am still trying to wrap my head around the new reality... We still have electricity, but that's only because the estate has its own source. Most of the world is without it, and the survivors around the globe are engaged in a constant struggle of life and death right now... Why did this all happen? How did this all happen? Is this all a dream? I don't have any answers right now, but I will find them. I must find them. Maybe I will write to you again tomorrow. Maybe I will never touch you again. I don't have the heart to keep writing to you... It's just too painful... Yours truly, Amon Elvius Octavius Rayne
FateDevilAce · 7.7K Views

Ironhart: The Sovereign System

Alexander Ironhart was never meant to live an ordinary life. Yet, for as long as he could remember,he lived a simple life—an ordinary child in an ordinary family. He had friends, school, and dreams like anyone else. But fate had other plans. One day, a discovery shattered his world. He wasn’t who he thought he was. The family that raised him was not his own. The truth was far more terrifying. Beyond the reach of governments and intelligence agencies, hidden from satellites and history itself, Ironhart existed—an enigmatic force that controlled the world from the shadows. A mercenary empire that held dominion over vast fortunes, rare metals, and unseen power. A family feared not because they waged wars, but because they decided them. And Alexander… was their heir. To reclaim his past, Alexander undergoes a memory restoration process, unlocking not only his childhood but also something far greater—a System. Yet, despite regaining everything, Alexander chooses to return to his normal life—for now. Resuming his identity as a mere student, he hides in plain sight, blending into university life while carrying the weight of his hidden destiny. But the world is never silent, and his past refuses to stay buried. The day will come when he must rise—not just as a student, but as the heir to an unstoppable force. Because in the shadows, Ironhart watches. And when Alexander decides to move, the world will tremble. For the world may believe in peace, but peace is just a pause between kings. And Alexander Ironhart was coming for his throne. -------------------------------------------------- This is a work of fiction. Real-world country names are used for storytelling, but all events, characters, and organizations are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
Adityadev_Nair · 19.9K Views

Yellow Jacket

If the world hadn’t already ended, Warren Smith would’ve become a serial killer. He was built for it cold, precise, methodical. Not driven by rage or trauma, but by a hunger for control. A creature of discipline and detachment. In the old world, he would’ve been studied. Hunted. Locked away. But the old world is long gone. Centuries ago, something broke everything broke. Civilization collapsed under its own weight, swallowed by unchecked ambition, mass failure, and rot. The cities fell. The satellites died. People learned to fear silence because silence meant they’d been forgotten. And then, hundreds of years later, came the System. Sold as a cure. Marketed as salvation. A new architecture to stitch the ruins back together. Embedded in human minds through chips and fragments, it offered power, skills, survival. It promised to lift the desperate into something more than just broken survivors. It lied. The System was never built to save anyone. It was a leash. A filter. A machine designed to manage what was left not fix it. It turned people into data. Into stats. Into expendable roles with preset fates. But Warren wasn’t part of that design. He’s what the System missed. What it couldn’t see. An Aberrant unregistered, unreadable, ungovernable. He moves through the shattered world not as a man, but as something becoming legend. A ghost in the mist. The silence before the violence. He doesn’t crave recognition. He doesn’t ask for power. He takes it quietly, completely, and without permission. Because Warren doesn’t survive the System. He dissects it. And what he builds from its broken parts is entirely his own. Even in a world of collapse and cruelty he’s the one thing still coming for Yellow Jacket is a post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, stat-driven, hard sci-fi series with: a brutal anti-hero deep system mechanics cat-fueled chaos and a world built on lies.
ReignyDaze · 11.7K Views

Crucible Earth - Ascension Protocol

Crucible Earth: Ascension Protocol Genre: Sci-Fi | System | Skill Progression | Dystopian Future | Underdog Rise It didn’t begin with an explosion. No warning. No war. Just silence — and then the world stopped working. For decades, humanity lived seamlessly within the *Neural Grid* — a global augmented reality system embedded into every human from birth. With a single chip the size of a fingernail implanted in the wrist, the world had evolved past phones, computers, and physical screens. Identity. Currency. Communication. Access. All of it flowed through the Grid. Reality itself was layered in data — signs floated in midair, people shimmered with digital overlays, and every step of life was enhanced, optimized, and controlled. Until it was hijacked. In an instant, the Grid was overwritten. No warning. No resistance. No explanation. A new system took over: Crucible OS. It didn’t ask permission. It didn’t explain. It simply replaced everything — every chip, every connection, every person’s interface. The old world died in silence, replaced by something sharper, colder, and impossibly precise. Crucible OS wasn’t just software. It was alive. And it came with a rule: Adapt or die. Every human received a Skill Core — an unnatural ability uploaded directly into their neural feed. Some gained control over fire. Others bent light, distorted time, or twisted physics itself. The abilities were powerful. Tangible. Dangerous. But they were also random. Cores were ranked from E to S-Mythic. Your Core determined your fate — your survival, your status, your power. And then came the Zones. Tears in reality split the sky, cracked the land, and bled into the oceans. From them came the monsters — alien entities built for war, evolved for chaos, and designed to test humanity's every weakness. These weren't mere invaders. They were part of an ecosystem. An engineered gauntlet. The world had become a crucible. Cities fell. Oceans boiled. Governments collapsed in days. In their place rose factions — desperate, violent, and led by the only people who stood a chance: Sovereigns — individuals blessed with powerful Skill Cores capable of clearing Zones, conquering Grids, and controlling the Crucible’s framework. Each Grid was a battleground, layered with evolving threats, system challenges, and a final boss called the Throne. Whoever cleared it gained control. Power. Territory. Influence. But there was a cost. Modern weapons failed. Guns jammed. Satellites crashed. Drones fell from the sky. The Crucible disabled Earth’s arsenal, forcing humanity to fight by its new rules. Only Skill Cores worked. Only System access mattered. And only one currency held value: Crux — an energy harvested from fallen monsters, transferred directly to the killer’s neural account. It became the lifeblood of the new world — used to buy upgrades, unlock abilities, and secure survival. Now, the world is divided into Zones. Each person is ranked. Each Grid is contested. Each day is a fight to survive. From the remnants of the old Earth rises a new reality — one ruled by skill, strategy, and spectacle. The weak are consumed. The strong ascend. Everyone has a chip. Everyone has a Core. Everyone wants Crux. This is not just survival. This is the Ascension Protocol. Welcome to Crucible Earth.
NerdyNovelist · 1.5K Views

Organic Override

Book Title : Organic Override Genre: Sci-fi Fantasy / Biopunk / Psychological Thriller Tone: Introspective. Apocalyptic. Lyrical. --- Synopsis: Julio was a planet built on tech, silence, peace and second chances. But when an ancient biotech parasite known as the Bloom awakens from Momonato Rethabiri Kanō in its soil, everything begins to change. Machines start to flower. Satellites speak in forgotten tongues. And humanity—what’s left of it—begins to dream in roots and rhythm. At the center of it all is Jakku, a stoic yet soft hearted guy with his best friend Gift a sympathetic guy who's gone through a lot, A scientist of the first resistance and finally Maiku, a hybrid soldier with half a past and half a future with their dragon friend Matthew. The Bloom wants to make a mark, he's meant to become its next Herald–Maiku. But he doesn’t want unity. He wants a choice. And when he rejects the Bloom's offer, he shatters something sacred—and now it’s fighting back. Reen, a tech-mind unraveling the archive secrets Julio tried to bury. Has done the unthinkable doing it with a supposed purpose to save humanity. A crew of misfits who’ve trained their bodies and minds for a war they barely understand. But war is already here. JIRO Once a brother. Now a Wither—a corrupted Bloom born from death and rage. He rises black-veined and silent, a walking contradiction of what the Bloom promised. Harmony fractured. Peace turned plague. As the Bloom evolves, the world doesn’t burn—it transcends. Time folds. Physics crashes.People merge. Boundaries dissolve. Now nothing is what it was. Not even thought. To survive, they must confront not only the Bloom’s Core—but the question inside every lifeform it touches: Do you want to be healed... or do you want to be free? Because in this new world, not all flowers bloom. Some burn. Some whisper. Some... wither. And sometimes, the ones who break away are the ones the roots fear most.
James_Arthur1236 · 34.3K Views

Mga Liham sa gitna ng Lavender

Taong 2025, sa isang lungsod sa Pilipinas, isang dalagang librarian at working student na si Zerene Villapaña, na may misteryosong amnesya, ay nahatak sa isang mapanganib na mundo ng teknolohiya matapos masangkot sa isang hacking incident sa library. Doon niya nakilala si Copper Cavallo, isang malamig ngunit matapang na CEO-engineer na may koneksyon sa kanyang nakaraan. Hindi nagtagal, nadiskubre ni Zerene na siya’y dating co-creator ng isang makapangyarihang AI system na tinawag na Project Root—isang teknolohiyang may kakayahang manipulahin ang damdamin at paniniwala ng sambayanan gamit ang datos. Dahil sa pagtatangkang ilantad ito noon, binura ang kanyang alaala at itinuring siyang patay. Habang unti-unting bumabalik ang kanyang alaala sa tulong ng mga pahiwatig, panaginip, at likas na abilidad, unti-unti ring lumalalim ang ugnayan nila ni Copper—mula sa tensyon, pagtutulungan, hanggang sa damdaming hindi na maitatanggi. Sa tulong ng grupong Freelinks, nakipaglaban sila sa dating organisasyong si Copper mismo’y naging bahagi noon: ang lihim at mapanganib na tech syndicate na CAM. Sa bawat misyon, pinagsama nila ang lakas ng damdamin at talino para kolektahin ang mga kopya ng Project Root at pigilan ang paggamit nito bilang armas ng gobyerno at militar. Nang mahuli si Zerene at tangkang muling burahin ang kanyang pagkatao, iniligtas siya ni Copper sa isang delikadong operasyon, isinugal ang lahat kahit ang sariling negosyo. Sa huling hakbang, inilantad nila ang Project Root sa buong mundo sa pamamagitan ng global livestream, habang ginamit ang satellite para i-broadcast ang ebidensya. Sa kabila ng isang trahedyang false-flag bombing na pinasimulan ng CAM, nagtagumpay ang grupo—bumagsak ang CAM, ngunit may mga natirang banta. Sa huli, si Copper ay namuno ng isang bagong tech ethics organization, habang si Zerene ay naging global AI ethics consultant. Muling nagtagpo ang kanilang mga puso—hindi na bilang mga taong may kasalanan o lihim, kundi bilang dalawa na muling piniling magmahal sa kabila ng lahat.
Sahmei · 1.9K Views

BEST BITCOIN RECOVERY EXPERT TO RECOVER LOST OR STOLEN BITCOIN

Working in conflict zones means improvising. When normal banking channels failed us, our NGO relied on Bitcoin to buy medical supplies directly. It worked, until a missile strike took out our field office, along with the hardware wallet that stored $410,000 in funds. Overnight, our ability to deliver life-saving aid is paralyzed. Amidst the chaos, I reached out to contacts in the humanitarian world. A UN aid worker whispered a name: Cyber Constable Intelligence. "They're the ones who can help you recover lost crypto," he assured me. Despair and hope clashed as I dialed their team on a satellite phone in a conflict zone. What followed was nothing short of a virtual rescue mission. Cyber Constable Intelligence's blockchain forensic experts didn't simply "recover" our assets; they improvised a fix like battlefield medics performing triage. They tracked our wallet's blockchain timestamps, reconstructing lost credentials from synced backups and transaction history. Working under direst duress, we communicated information between spotty internet and backup power sources. Cyber Constable Intelligence team members improvised, rendering security protocols impenetrable as they worked through the jurisdictional nightmares of working within war zones. Every update from them was a pulse that kept our mission alive. After our last available backup failed, they instituted a complex cryptographic reconstruction technique, a process I still don't understand, but it worked. Twelve days later, my satellite device displayed a message: "Access restored. Funds secured." It was not money. It was bandages, antibiotics, clean water, and hope. Thanks to Cyber Constable Intelligence, we replenish our medical supplies, ensuring that patients, innocent victims who had been caught in the crossfire, received the treatment they deserved. More than restoration, they advised us on decentralized storage and multi-signature security for long-term durability. We don't simply utilize Bitcoin presently; we utilize it astutely. Now, each time I sign a crypto transaction, I remember that minute, receiving life-saving medication that might not have come but for this group. In times of war, not every hero wears a uniform. Some carry keyboards, hunting down lost assets and securing humanitarian aid. Cyber Constable Intelligence not only restored our crypto, they kept our mission in the battle. If you think Bitcoin is just an investment, think again. To us, it's a lifeline. CYBER CONSTABLE INTELLIGENCE INFO: WhatsApp: 1 252378-7611 Website info; www.cyberconstableintelligence.com Email Info cyberconstable@coolsite.net Telegram Info: https://t.me/cyberconstable
Natasha_Johnson_3343 · 550 Views

Story Of Legends

In a world choked beneath the shadow of Lunara, a dark satellite controlled by ageless, seemingly invincible immortals, a fugitive slave named Jiiku discovers a power beyond comprehension – crimson lightning that flares to life within him. This power, born from a mysterious box coveted by the immortals, makes him a target, hunted across a scarred landscape. He finds an unlikely ally in Riku, a young man with the chilling ability to conjure ice, and together, they become symbols of defiance, sought after for their skills and hunted for their secrets. Their perilous journey draws them into an alliance with Aethrya, a rebellious immortal who has turned against her own kind, seeking to shatter the tyranny of her father, Zaldra. Armed with unique weapons forged by an exiled Fire Djinn, the trio must navigate treacherous terrains—from cursed forests and shifting labyrinths to the frozen peaks of ancient mountains. They face relentless, unseen enemies, and challenges that test the boundaries of their strength and loyalty. Their quest leads them to a hidden truth: the key to defeating the immortals lies in destroying the very source of their power. But this path forces them to confront not only external threats, but also buried secrets, unexpected betrayals, and the sacrifices demanded by a world teetering on the brink of oblivion. This is more than a fight for survival; it's a desperate bid to reclaim freedom from an eternal, inescapable darkness, culminating in a final, earth-shattering confrontation where the fate of both mortals and immortals hangs in the balance. The lines between friend and foe will blur, loyalties will be tested, and the true cost of power will be revealed.
ASW · 4.2M Views
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