Oppenheimer Radiation

Synopsis: In the boundless wilderness, countless giant tribes rise, hiding innumerable secrets. The human race is weak, struggling to survive, constantly oppressed by the myriad other races. Ji Xia arrives in this endless wilderness, carrying a forbidden, indestructible divine tree. He establishes the cycles of reincarnation and the realms of the underworld, enshrines thousands of deities, and builds the Heavenly Court for the human race. The divine tree bears fruit, each containing countless divine treasures: The Eternal Grain Vial: When infused with spiritual crystals, it produces an abundant harvest of rice. Stellar Ancient Tree Spirit Seed: An ancient tree grows, radiating powerful spiritual energy that provides resources for the cultivation of all the people of Tai Cang. Heavenly Throne of the Ancients: A seat in the Celestial Court that suppresses the demons and spirits of the nation, increases the wisdom of the people, and greatly enhances Ji Xia’s combat power while seated in the Heavenly Throne. Secret Fruit of the Divine Man: Randomly nurtures a peerless hero within, a being capable of achieving greatness. ...

In a twist of cosmic irony, an ordinary boy from Earth awakens to find himself transmigrated into not one, but three separate universes simultaneously: a blockbuster movie franchise, a legendary game world, and a best-selling book series. But there’s a catch. In each universe, he is cast as a background extra—an overlooked figure with no apparent significance. In one world, he is a divine, impossibly beautiful girl with a towering figure, her body graced by breasts starting at an incredible two meters and destined to grow to an awe-inspiring four meters in total, with an ethereal form radiating hypnotic allure. And, to top it off, Dante possesses the fattest ass with the thickest body and curves that defy mortal comprehension. However, fate had bigger plans. Both he and the main protagonist of each universe are granted access to the Omnipotent System, a tool meant to empower the chosen heroes. With this power, they can level up, adapt, and rewrite reality itself. But where the protagonist follows their destined heroic path, he stands as an unpredictable anomaly, capable of rivaling the main characters and reshaping the narrative. To complicate matters, the universes themselves are interconnected yet distinct. Each storyline unfolds in its own book—one centered on the cinematic epic of ancient wars, the other on a dystopian game world filled with danger and intrigue. Both universes blend elements of the third—a magical, eldritch-infused realm from the book series—into their separate narratives, creating a layered, multi-dimensional saga. As the boy battles his own struggles across the universes, building alliances, rivalries, and uncovering the true purpose of his dual existence, he faces a question: Will he stand as a savior reshaping fractured worlds into harmony, or will his presence as an anomaly spiral them into chaos?

Gary Smith arrived in a peculiar world of beastmasters, where an ancient taboo was reborn from the depth of time, and an evil god was lurking. In this world, birds and beasts, rivers and mountains, even elements could spawn spiritual power and turn into pet beasts. Among them, the powerful ones became ecological niches by themselves, radiating secret realm ecosystems such as the Yellow Spring, Skeleton Kingdom, Succubus Nest, and Kingdom of the Sky Tree, nurturing countless followers. The beastmasters make contracts with the pet beasts, nurture them, and control the spiritual power. After witnessing the "Taboo Sun" event, Gary Smith obtained the ability to extract materials from everything in the world and compile "Secret Food". Through the Evolutionary Secret Food, the combination of "The Shattered Dusk World" + "Ancient Dragon’s Dead Egg" results in the Feast of the End. When the pet beast consumes it, it evolves into the Dusk Dragon God. The Dusk Domain erodes the world, turning into the God at the end of time. The Skill Secret Food allows the pet beasts to plunder skills from everything, becoming omniscient and omnipotent. The Sacrificial Secret Food snatches the taboo time, sacrifices the ancient beings, and blasphemes against the gods. His style of beast control also started to become peculiar. There is the Spider Shadow that devours ancient dragons and weaves dreams of all lives with its threads, the Red Master that pollutes the multiverse, and the Devourer of the Realms, who consumes worlds... In response to this, he explained, "My pet beasts are just a bit peculiar. They really are not evil gods!"

The smelly hearse stopped at the door, the sound of marbles crashing from the ceiling, someone pacing back and forth in the corridor, and the next room seemed to be cutting something. The door lock in the bedroom vibrated slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom was tightened, but it was still ticking. There seemed to be a ball rolling under the bed. The footprints stained with water are constantly emerging on the floor and are slowly approaching. At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge hid beside the radiator with a kitchen knife, and the phone in his hand had just been dialed. "Landlord!"! This is the night you said.A little lively?! "

"Dragons rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _______ Power comes from the beast you tame in this world, and you need to do it at the tender age of ten. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option, his aging parents sold everything for his chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? The apex predators? Turns out they start small too, so... He’s going to tame everything, every evolutionary line. How? Turns out, his summon isn’t useless after all. Step one: survive long enough to unlock his gift. Step two: tame creatures nobody else dares to touch. Step three: become the strongest tamer the world has ever seen and laugh in the face of those who doubted him. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Because in this world, strength isn’t just about the creature you summon; it’s about the bond you forge, the risks you take, and the will to rise when the world drags you down. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Even better, every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, questionable life choices, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions, over-the-top power fantasy, and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love an underdog, an over-the-top power fantasy, and a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a more serious or a bit grim-dark story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun, taming dragons and expectations. _______ If you want to know more about the cover: Yep, that's Luna lounging like it's a casual afternoon… on two dragons, no less. The white side looks regal, the dark side (dark blue one) radiates menace, and Luna? She’s caught somewhere in between, with her skin and clothes morphing into shimmering scales from their power. Oh, and don’t miss the tiny horns. It’s not just fashion; it’s fusion. High-level beasts tend to leave their mark, and Luna wears it like a boss. Sitting on dragons, half-transformed, and pulling off the ultimate power move. If they can put one dragon in their covers… I may as well put 2! We will use the same Discord from Utopian, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4

A giant tree popped up in the middle of the Atlantic ocean covering the world in a strange new radiation and because of it, people began to change. First, there are the Chosen. These super humans have only slight physical changes and yet can manifest amazing elemental powers. Next, you have the Infected. These humans have experienced large scale body changes which range from animal adaptations to simply grotesque body decomposition. Most are still normal and sane humans who attempt to adapt to life while being shunned by others. There are some however that have grown deranged and think themselves the rulers of the world. Our MC lives a somewhat lonely life while sometimes being accompanied by his rather senile yet kind grandfather. He has no idea where his parents went after they dropped him off a few years ago, so he has no choice but to stay here. He lives by the idea that he should just be air and not be noticed in the slightest. All of this goes ok until things start changing and Laz starts getting dragged around in many different directions. Welcome to a story of Gods, evolution, love, adult situations and basically bringing a bit of eastern fantasy to western civilization. Hope you enjoy the ride.

Maximillian's hands cupped Julian's face, his thumbs tracing the soft contours of the latter's jaw. He leaned in, their breaths mingling in an exchange of pheromones. Julian felt the heat radiating from Maximillian's body, his own heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. Only a whisper of space separated their lips from each other. Maximillian's voice was a husky sigh against Julian's mouth. "If you don't want this, push me away." The challenge hung heavy in the air, but Julian met it head-on. "I do," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. In a single, fluid motion, he closed the distance, his lips meeting Maximillian's in a kiss that was both hesitant and hungry. ------------------ A catastrophic meteorite impact triggered the first evolution. A devastating global viral pandemic forced the second evolution. Insatiable human greed drove the third evolution. What does it feel like to play hide-and-seek with your enemy during the day, and entangle with him during the night? Julian Haas, a male omega, formerly known as Laurent Krausser, shot Atticus Bates, a male alpha responsible for his father's demise. The murder attempt failed and ended in an explosive collapse, landing Julian in a hospital. The National Bureau of Security, tasked with investigating the fiery demise of the building, brought alpha Maximillian Grant face-to-face with the enigmatic omega, the only other survivor of the tragedy. Intent on gaining a second chance for revenge, Julian started to approach Maximillian. Unable to resist Julian's seductive advances, Maximillian was soon drowning in not only the omega's intoxicating scent but also the murky secrets at the heart of the third evolution. Warning tag : NOT a slow burn romance, a lot of smut scenes

[Congratulations! The system will guide you to find a handsome and kind husband in the apocalypse!] After being killed by the demon king, the demon queen had a second chance to live in the body of a woman in the apocalyptic world, Medeia Vega. Their planet has apparently been hit by cosmic radiation, causing living things to mutate and develop unique abilities. People with weak mental states couldn't keep their humanity and turned into monsters, while the survivors had to fight those monsters endlessly to stay alive. Her main mission in that world was to find a kind-hearted husband, but it just so happened that Medeia also built a safe haven for people. Would she be able to find the man of her dreams in the apocalypse? ———— [Before dating a kind hearted man, you should also have a pure heart!] "Fuck." [Foul language detected! Penalty minus 20 points!] "Damn you—" [Foul language detected! Penalty minus 30 points!] "You shitty system, how dare you keep reducing my point?! I hope you rot in hell, you bastard!" [Foul language detected! Bad curse detected! Penalty minus 100 points!!!] ——— NOTE: This is not HAREM story The story is set in a post-apocalypse mutated world, so there will be; - monsters - mutant abilities - action - romance - smut?? let's see~

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”

(MATURE CONTENT) Threesome arc? - Right here A weak, adorable, and low self-esteemed MC with an awful past, a trauma breaking him down every second and controling his life, just before he meets his 'suns', and later gains confidence and starts loving himself again arc? - Right here. Yeah, you read that right. Twin brothers who radiate like the sun and are very possessive of the MC, putting his happiness above everything arc? Gosh, look no further, you're in the right place. This story is just for you, so open it and read to your heart's content. ****** Synopsis I was just a no-name photographer who was trying hard to make a living, but then I got tangled with 'them'. My life, as it was, had always been nothing but a nightmare, living a cursed life that wasn't fit to be called a life. I had no chances with love, connections, or anything. Nothing! And after drawing my last straw, trying to make a final effort that would maybe lead me somewhere other than dirt, I met them again. They - the twins - were my childhood friends whose lives I had ruined with my presence, and I was scared to ruin it a second time, so I tried to stay away from them but... They had other plans. 'When angels dream.' That was what I called the picture. The beautiful portrait was filled with serenity as that blond Italian man gazed into the distance and was showered with the soft petals of cherry blossom. The beautiful picture I had 'stolen'. Yeah, that's the word. I stole it because I didn't ask for permission first. But this is how it unfolded. At first, I took the picture without asking because I was so mesmerized by the scenery, and completely breathtaking, but then I got caught but it wasn't by the same man. They looked alike and wore the same clothes but I could tell right away that he wasn't him. Nevertheless, I apologized. "I'm deeply sorry." I said but then, the man whom I had stolen a picture from walked up behind me and said, "To think such a day would come." I turned around and blinked, looking at the man in front of me and then at the one behind me. They were identical twins. And not only that ... My heart shook... They looked like the twins I had known back then. "What's the matter?" The one in front asked with a bright smile that I was so compelled to take a picture of him and I did. He blinked at my confused expression and then burst out laughing. A sweet and cheerful laugh that made me blush. he looked really handsome. They both did, with their blonde hair which shone like gold with the suns radiation and a charming smile. I found my heart racing at the mere sight of that smile and almost forgot the situation I was in. "I see you haven't changed at all." He suddenly said, swiped my hair back and added, softly, "Hyung." My eyes widened. These two... It couldn't be... They weren't the twins, right? The twins that I knew. They... How did this happen? I just wanted a picture, that's all. ****** Thank you all for diving into this story. Note, the smut doesn't officially start right away till the later chapters but I didn't leave the readers without some sweet candies either, so along the line, there were a bunch of 'actions' between MC and the twins, huhu. His denial knew no bound but his body still won in the end, haha. Anyway, if you find waiting for updates too long, and you haven't checked out my other books, please do. There's also a threesome arc in the first one below. And it's completed too. What a score! 1) Alpha, Alpha, Beta? I transmigrated into an Omegaverse as a boy? [Completed] Check out the continuation of number one, It's the next generation, that is, their kids 2) To Byul (Omegaverse) [Ongoing ]

A sixteen-year-old student, burdened by a gloomy and solitary life, finds himself thrust into a world beyond his wildest dreams. Enrolled in an elite school thanks to his parents’ financial sacrifices, his first day begins in chaos. Awakened late by his frantic mother, he rushes to his new school only to find himself overwhelmed by a sea of dazzling, confident students flaunting their wealth and charisma. Feeling out of place, he navigates the intimidating crowd, his head down and his heart heavy—until fate intervenes. A sudden collision with a woman radiating charm and flamboyance leaves him stunned. As he looks up, their eyes meet, and in that fleeting moment, his bleak world seems to shatter and rebuild all at once. She is more than just a stranger; she feels like a fragment of a lost love—someone he had been searching for without even knowing it. His life will never be the same again.

In a mystical forest bathed in moonlight, an extraordinary young girl named Liuli emerges, reborn into a world of wonder and danger. At just seven or eight years old, she possesses an ethereal beauty: flowing blue hair, delicate features, and a calm strength that belies her tender age. Perched atop a sleek black panther named Xiao Hei, her loyal companion, she journeys through a land shrouded in mystery. Guided by her innate connection to water magic, Liuli discovers the enigmatic Dark Water Pool, a shimmering lake radiating an otherworldly blue light. With grace that defies nature, she walks across its surface, her very presence resonating with the magical energies within. There, she hones her water manipulation skills, drawing strength from the elemental forces that dance and play around her, bonding with them in an almost playful harmony. As dawn breaks and sunlight graces her serene figure, Liuli feels the surge of power within her-a sign she is on the brink of advancing her magical abilities. She returns to her humble forest home, a cozy cave she has transformed into a sanctuary. By day, Xiao Hei hunts for sustenance while Liuli tends to their shared life, crafting order and warmth in their secluded haven. But this peaceful existence masks a deeper destiny. Liuli's quiet strength and growing power hint at a purpose far greater than survival. With every step, she draws closer to unlocking the secrets of her rebirth and the truth about the mysterious forces that tether her to this magical world. A tale of resilience, discovery, and the unbreakable bond between a girl and her panther, The Rebirth of Liuli is a story of magic, courage, and the pursuit of one's destiny.

Zara's eyes were glued to Xavier's bare chest, unable to look away. The sculpted muscles, the deep V-line, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips—she couldn't help but be captivated. It was as if her brain had short-circuited, and all logic had left her. She moved a step closer, almost unconsciously, her hand lifting as if to touch his chest. Before her fingers could make contact, Xavier's quick reflexes caught her wrist. His grip was firm, but not harsh, and he raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an amused expression. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a hint of teasing. Zara, startled but determined not to show weakness, scratched the back of her head awkwardly, trying to save face. "What do you mean? Why are you walking around shirtless?" she countered, trying to shift the focus off herself. Xavier's smirk deepened, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. "I'm not the one sneaking around in other people's rooms, Zara. You're the one who barged in here." Zara blinked, her mind scrambling to find an excuse. "Oh, right," she muttered, still not sure how to explain her behavior. She gave him a sheepish grin, but her eyes darted back to his chest, trying to look casual. "I was just… looking for something," she said, her words trailing off as she tried to think of a better lie. Xavier didn't buy it for a second. Slowly, he took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Zara instinctively took a step back, but Xavier followed, not giving her any space to escape. Her heart raced as she backed up again, trying to keep some distance between them, but Xavier wasn't making it easy. "Trying to run away now?" Xavier teased, his voice laced with playful challenge. He moved another step forward, and Zara continued retreating, her back now against the wall. Her breath hitched as she realized she had nowhere else to go. "I wasn't trying to run away," Zara said quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched. "Just, you know, I… I don't want to intrude. I just—"  But Xavier wasn't interested in her stammering excuses. His gaze remained locked on her, and as he stepped closer, his hand that had caught her wrist slowly slid down to her fingers, brushing against her skin. The gentle touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Zara's heart hammered in her chest, and she took another step back, this time bumping into the wall with a soft thud. She couldn't help but feel the heat building between them, the tension so thick it was almost palpable. Xavier, now mere inches from her, tilted his head, his lips curling into a playful grin. "I think you're lying," he murmured, his voice soft, but full of mischief. "You were trying to touch my chest, weren't you?" Zara's face flushed with heat, and she tried to push back against him, but it was like trying to move a mountain. She cleared her throat, trying to recover some of her composure. "Maybe I was," she admitted, her voice low. "But, um… so what? It's not like you're making it easy to ignore." Xavier's grin widened as he leaned even closer, his body just inches away from hers. The closeness was overwhelming, and Zara's mind started to spin. She could feel the heat radiating off his chest, and she had to fight the urge to reach up and touch it again. "Is that so?" Xavier whispered, his breath warm against her ear. He placed his hand on the wall beside her head, trapping her in place as he stared down at her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. "You sure about that?".

There are 7 dimensions. Out of nowhere one of them disappears-the remaining 6 struggle to find a reason for this. Years go by and out of nowhere, a signal is born from within the empty dimension. This is where they found me. Floating in space, with energy radiating from me that equals that of an entire universe. My name is Demo. I forgot who gave me the name or why I was floating in space. All I know is that I need to get stronger or I'll end up alone again.

Centuries ago this was a great planet, now it’s a husky shadow of it’s former beauty. Though the remnants of its former magic still linger it was destroyed by power hungry scientists. More tests to make more technology to go further, faster more this more that. Boom It all went up in flames, radiation spilled out into South America from the global power station in Brazil. The nuclear plant 15 times that of Chernobyl blew its top. The initial explosion flattened Brazil and the shockwaves were felt from the Florida keys. But the thing that truly ruined the world was the nuclear fallout. it rained down everywhere turning the world into a desolate wasteland deserts for miles and miles. Now you live in districts to survive, but what’s the good in just being a number. Why would you look forward to a future of infant nothing, can you run from that? Where would you go? Where have the people who have escaped gone? Is that a future? After the first five chapters all chapters are 1000+ words, so no itty bitty update chapters.

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?

Is your brother sick? I have the cure. Radiation? It's not a problem. Magic? Shh, don't tell anyone. Bubbly black drink? It's called Coke. Gold? Ahh I have tons of it. Luck was an unemployed loser who only knew how to play games. One day, while playing on his computer, Luck was exposed to solar energy and gained a mysterious power that allowed him to travel to and from another world. The other world he could travel to was a world where monsters roamed, kingdoms and empires existed, and a force called mana gave people superhuman powers. By traveling back and forth between these two worlds, Luck will enjoy being a merchant, carrying goods and trading between the two worlds, and making money by using the advantages of both worlds.

Eternal Cleansing Region, somewhere in the Aries Kingdom, midnight “Ohmmm~~~!” The sound of chanting was heard as pebbles jumped, buildings vibrated, and the ground shook. In a huge church, many figures in dark red robes were on their knees surrounding an altar, seemingly praying to a god. There were thousands upon thousands of figures, all chanting the same thing. The gargantuan church had very tall windows, with which housed stained glass. The church was very caliginous, only having the soft light of the moon to illuminate things through those windows. If one gazed up, a mural could be discerned within a cupola. It illustrated a devil lingering above the land, with which figures with red eyes stood; then, a huge sun encroaching upon the territory of that devil, and burning all that was. Afterward, the mural showed a few survivors, on their knees, worshiping what appeared to be a god floating in the air as the surrounding lands burned to ash. The robed figures surrounded an altar upon which stood an imposing golden statue of a muscular man, in nothing but a toga, holding out his hand. In his hand, burned a powerful flame. If one were to observe this statue, they would immediately notice the beautiful orange sapphire the size of one’s hand. This statue was six stories tall, reaching just below the cupola. “Ohmmm~~~!” everything shook once again due to the sheer power of those figures’ unified voices. All of the figures began to glow a soft reddish-orange holy light, reminiscent of the sun. The light began to get brighter, gradually overtaking the gentle light of the moon. On the altar, in the center, directly below the cupola, was another silhouette. This silhouette stood with its hands held out, radiating an even greater light than those below. “Ohmmm~~~!” the statue’s eyes began to shine a similar light. Moments later, the light from the robed figures began to wane, as if the statue was absorbing it. The silhouette below the statue, however, started glowing even brighter. Seconds passed. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes, into hours. As every second ticked by, robed figures collapsed one after the other, their state unknown. The statue’s eyes were getting brighter as each fell. After seemingly an eternity, the silhouette’s light began to flicker out of existence. Just before it blinked out of the world, the statue’s eyes flared up, and the world seemingly stopped. The silhouette’s eyes began to match those of the statue. Suddenly, a deep, monotone voice escaped from the shadowy figure, “The boy with the Shadow Dragon Bloodline. Find him. Kill him. Wipe his whole lineage from the face of this region!” it boomed throughout the church, escaping through the walls as if they were illusory. People all throughout the region began to look in the direction of the church in response to some profound power. As the figure on the altar was speaking, cracks ,glowing the same color as the statue, began to appear around its body. As soon as the silhouette stopped speaking, it collapsed and the statue’s radiant glow began to fade. “Ohmmm~~~!” echoed out once more.

For as long as he can remember, Jin has been haunted by vivid visions of people and places he has never encountered. He brushes these strange occurrences off as mere daydreams - figments of his imagination. But when an ordinary day at school takes an unexpected turn, Jin and his classmates suddenly find themselves transported to a mysterious room surrounded by armoured men and above sits a family adorned in regal attire glinting with jewels, radiating absolute power. Finding themselves in a world filled with magic, scenery, and mythical creatures once thought to be mere fiction. But beneath its enchanting surface, conflict and corruption run deep, threatening to tear it apart. Hailed as heroes, Jin and his classmates are tasked with preventing the encroaching evil from bringing about catastrophe. Faced with an unfamiliar world, Jin struggles to understand his new reality. Soon he begins to realise that the visions he has been dismissing were never just daydreams - they appear to give glimpses of the future. Knowing this, Jin harnesses this newfound knowledge and power to make decisions that have pivotal moments and choices that will determine the fate of the whole world. As the visions intensify, the line between now and what is to come blurs. Foresights hinting at betrayals, shifting allegiances, and unnecessary bloodshed, makes it impossible for Jin to separate friend from foe. The torment of not knowing who to trust cuts deep, leaving him questioning his relationships - both old and new. Who can he trust when even those closest to him could be enemies in disguise? Will he be able to alter the cataclysmic future, or is he simply doomed to watch it unfold, utterly powerless to stop it? As the boundary between fate and free will fades, what will our protagonist do to save a world that may already be beyond saving.

WARNING [R18] "Right now," Zamian whispered, his voice low and sultry, "I'll make sure you only call my name." "Z-Zamian, what are you... what are you doing?" she gasped as he pulled her even closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, a magnetic force drawing her in. "Shh," he whispered against her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Not yet. Save that voice for later." **** Mira Adams, a 19-year-old girl, ran into the forest to escape the death that the war had brought her. Little did she know, she would meet Zamian Zan, a mysterious stranger who took her in for reasons unknown. She escaped the next day. On her 21st birthday, she finally left the small village after pleading with her grandfather, who agreed for reasons she didn’t understand. Little did she know, she was destined to marry the stranger she had met two years earlier. Zamian, now 23, is a CEO and secretly the king of a hidden kingdom. He marries Mira due to a debt her late father owed him, but that wasn't his only reason—he told her he wanted a child from her, though his true motives remain a mystery to her.

At the feast of the Gluttonous House's auction, there was a little girl with an exceptional furnace constitution for offer at a sky-high price. Everyone wanted to lay their hands on her. Suddenly, the little girl in the golden cage opened her eyes, radiating a cold gaze. She was no longer cowardly.

Growth of civilization has been augmented continuously by the colossal presence of technology. A hundred years ago, earth suffered devastating calamities and humans weren’t able to survive in it anymore. Humanity almost perished but a few skilled technologists came together to weave seven space stations that were capable of housing thousands, albeit a few. The space stations banded together to form a single massive station named “The Sanctuary”, where about 7,000 people lived. Resources were scarce and all crimes no matter their severity were punishable by death, unless the transgressor was under 18 years of age. After the Sanctuary’s life support systems were found to be deteriorating, 202 skilled military personnel were dispatched to one of the the nearest planets, a promising candidate for supporting life. The main mission of the military personnel was to scout a planet for a few strange creatures that were capable of resisting radiation and thriving in unfavorable conditions. Humanity had never forgotten to reclaim its lost home, hence various projects were launched yearly with the sole aim of finding a solution to earth’s biggest problem— extremely high level radiation. Project Helix was finally supported by the Assembly although it raised ethical concerns. The project focused on introducing animal genes into humans, with the belief that humans would be able to survive the harsh conditions of earth. Many problems were considered before the Assembly finally gave their support. Would the genes from these animals be compatible with the human genome? Would they be able to integrate into human cells and function as intended? How would the genes be edited and regulated to ensure they don’t disrupt other essential human genes or processes? Could introducing these genes have unintended consequences, such as altering human physiology, behavior, or cognitive abilities? Would the introduction of animal genes into humans raise ethical concerns, such as the potential for unforeseen side effects or the blurring of lines between species? Each one of these problems was enough to dissuade the upper echelons of the Assembly but the deteriorating life support systems was a major concern hence humanity decided to take a big risk, or perhaps a leap of faith. Let’s delve deep into this story so as to enjoy the alluring taste it has to offer, as Miguel Morien creates a new path for humanity, a path along which humans are able to fuse with the genes of beasts, thereby bringing out their lethality and battle prowess, further dazzling the entirety of the world with it.

In “Becoming a Femme Fatale: Embodying Confidence, Allure, and Power,” This book offers an inspiring guide for women who want to tap into their inner strength, charm and mystery to change their lives. This book goes beyond simply adopting a seductive persona; it’s about weaving the principles of confidence, independence and grace into every facet of your daily life. Across eight comprehensive chapters, readers will discover the key characteristics of the femme fatale from mastering seduction and nurturing an air of mystery to exuding confidence and refining personal style. She provides practical exercises and real-world examples that illustrate how to embody the femme fatale lifestyle in both personal and professional settings. She guides readers on how to maintain a captivating presence, forge a strong identity, and embrace their complexities with elegance and assurance. This guide transcends mere surface appeal, exploring the mindset, habits and personal development necessary to live as a femme fatale every day. It encourages readers to keep evolving, take bold steps and fully accept their sensuality and strength. The concluding chapter emphasizes how to seamlessly integrate the femme fatale identity into everyday life, offering practical tips on self-improvement, mastering social situations and incorporating the femme fatale mindset into daily practices. Whether you aim to radiate confidence in your career, add an element of mystery to your romantic life or simply become a more empowered version of yourself, “Becoming a Femme Fatale” lays out a roadmap for living boldly, passionately and without apology. With practical guidance, empowering exercises and transformative insights, this book motivates women to realize their full potential, celebrate their unique allure and become irresistibly unforgettable.

Vlad, a destitute youngster from the slums, held an unwavering admiration for knights. Following an encounter with a bolt of black lightning, he started hearing a mysterious voice. One fateful day, a knight cloaked in the shimmering glow of the blue moonlight appeared, completely upending Vlad’s existence in the back alleys. This extraordinary event proved that even a faint star concealed among the darkest corners of the nocturnal firmament can still radiate its brilliance, should it yearn to shine. By Indra Scans Join discord! https://dsc.gg/indra

At the foot of Mount Mandala, where the morning mist dances with the whisper of the wind, the village of Tirta Suci stands in sacred silence. The clear river sparkles like glass, reflecting the shadows of the mountains, while the dense forest surrounding it whispers ancient tales of the gods. In this place, time feels like it slows down, as if the earth itself has stopped breathing, waiting for something great to happen. Arya, a simple young man with eyes as sharp as stars, seemed lost in his dreams. Every night he was haunted by visions: a burning battlefield, a golden chakra spinning in his hand, and a grand voice whispering, "Arise, O protector of the world." However, when he woke up, only silence answered. On the back of his hand, a chakra-shaped birthmark glowed faintly, as if it were a reminder of an unavoidable destiny. On the other hand, Laksmi, the village chief's daughter, looked at Arya with eyes that radiated more than just admiration. There was a conviction within her that the seemingly fragile young man harbored a strength capable of shaking the world. He knew that Arya's destiny was greater than what met the eye. With her gentle smile, Laksmi often said, "You were not born to hide, Arya. The world needs you." However, the peace of Tirta Suci Village did not last long. The blue sky turned gray as a dark shadow emerged from the forest. The Raksaka forces, with glowing red eyes and blood-soaked tridents, stormed the village mercilessly. The ground trembled, trees fell, and the screams of the villagers shattered the silence. Amidst the chaos, Arya stood, his body trembling, but in his eyes shone something different a spark of courage he had never realized before. As he raised his hand, the chakra mark on his back emitted a blinding light. In an instant, a golden beam shot forth, destroying the shadow army in front of him. Everyone fell silent, including Arya himself. He stared at his hand, which was now glowing, as if a great power was flowing through his veins. Laksmi whispered, almost inaudible amidst the roar: "You are the incarnation of Lord Vishnu." Amidst the blackened ashes and the gloomy sky, Arya knew his life would never be the same again.

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”

*Prologue* As sunset painted the horizon, the family of four embarked on their journey, excitement radiating from the car. Twin sisters Emma and Emily chattered in the backseat, their contrasting personalities shining through. Emma, the introverted twin, was selective with her words, only opening up around family, while Emily bubbled with enthusiasm. Jack turned to engage the girls, oblivious to the speeding car ahead. Tragedy struck without warning. Screeching tires, shattered glass, and chaos engulfed them. The car crashed, sending Emma flying out of the vehicle. When dust settled, Jack and Sarah lay motionless, their lives slipping away. Emily, dazed and terrified, frantically searched for Emma, but she vanished. Unbeknownst to Emily, Emma's fate took a mysterious turn. A bystander, witness to the accident, rushed to her aid, whisking her away to an uncertain destiny. Was Emma truly saved, or did her rescue herald a new era of challenges? *Eight Years Later* Emily thrived in a world of privilege, surrounded by loving adoptive parents. She blossomed into a confident, outgoing young woman, encircled by close friends. Yet, the ache of losing her twin lingered, fueling her relentless quest to reunite. But how could she find someone existing beyond her realm? Meanwhile, Emma's life veered drastically. In a futuristic metropolis, advanced technology and alternate dimensions converged. Under a scientist's guidance, Emma navigated wonders and hardships, forging an unrecognizable identity.

Is your brother sick? I have the cure. Radiation? It's not a problem. Magic? Shh, don't tell anyone. Bubbly black drink? It's called Coke. Gold? Ahh I have tons of it. Luck was an unemployed loser who only knew how to play games. One day, while playing on his computer, Luck was exposed to solar energy and gained a mysterious power that allowed him to travel to and from another world. The other world he could travel to was a world where monsters roamed, kingdoms and empires existed, and a force called mana gave people superhuman powers. By traveling back and forth between these two worlds, Luck will enjoy being a merchant, carrying goods and trading between the two worlds, and making money by using the advantages of both worlds.

The Beginning of The Beginnings by Simon Smolnik In the endless expanse of eternity, where multiple realms converge and the gods decide on the very fabric of existence, there is born an outstanding tale. The Beginning of The Beginnings is not just a tale; it's an experience-born love for imagination, storytelling, and biblical scripture that takes readers deep into the breathtaking worlds of vibrant characters down to the ultimate struggle between good and evil. The Almighty God stands in the midst, and then Sarnel the Eternal Prince of Heaven, a figure whose presence radiates an aura of strength, authority, and grace. Then there is the company of the Seven Great Archangels, who are celestial beings who serve in roles so grand yet deeply personal. It is through epic battles, profound moments of vulnerability, and steadfast devotion that each one of them-Michael, Raphael, Uriel, and the rest-play their role in the unfolding narrative. This story was born from my desire to create something meaningful, something that could bring people closer to each other while also introducing them to the truths that I believe in. I have always loved the idea of crafting worlds from my imagination: worlds of wonder, beauty, and conflict. The Beginning of The Beginnings truly reflects that passion: a mixture of grand cosmic battles, intricate characters, and amazing settings. Growing up in Poland and living in the UK for almost five years surrounded me with the beauty of different cultures, environments, and ways of life. These experiences shaped my view of this world and inspired me to channel that sense of wonder into the stories I write. I hope this reimagining of biblical figures such as Michael or Gabriel can show their stories in a new light, deeply rooted in scripture with creative expression. I love writing epic fights that echo across heaven, creating this huge and expansive cosmology to connect every layer of existence from the Throne of God down into the darkest depths of Hell. But this is not a novel of mere battles and world-building. It's about the relationships between these beings: the struggles, the triumphs, and the unwavering sense of purpose that they have. It's about exploring what it means to be part of something greater than oneself, to stand firm in the face of unimaginable challenges, and to fight for what's right-even when the odds are against you. The Beginning of The Beginnings is my means of sharing this wonder with any who would consider such tales and mortals who genuinely love epic tales, faith, and creativity. I thus hope that this book will allow people to see beauty in these realms and feel the inspiration that strength and love bind them together. This is just the beginning of a larger vision I have, and I can’t wait to share this journey with you. If you want to support me or see more things I'm working on. These are links for Exlusive Content like leaks and early access to future chapters that i will realese here: Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/simonsmolnik Patreon: https://patreon.com/SimonSmolnik?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

Nature never imposes love; it offers it gently, much like a fragile rose unfurling its petals in the morning light. ***** When Sydney's eyes locked with Jordan's, her heart danced a frantic rhythm, and words seemed to dissolve before they could leave her lips. His striking silver eyes glistened like precious stones, while his elegant black tuxedo highlighted every sculpted line of his face, transforming him into a dashing prince from a fairy tale. His warm, gentle smile wrapped around her like a tender embrace, and she felt as though she was yielding to the whispers of destiny. This was that electrifying moment of love at first sight, yet... Sydney's hand instinctively moved to her stomach as she dashed aside, swept up in a torrent of emotions. It wasn't just her heart that raced; her deepest anxieties stirred to life as well. L-O-V-E! Sydney Mia, renowned across the nation as a visionary director, had a clear mantra: "Conquer the world with my films, amass accolades, and secure an immortal legacy." Love was never part of the grand narrative, merely a faint echo in the distance. Yet, Jordan's presence was a gentle tremor, unsettling the core of her being and awakening a yearning she had never acknowledged. There was an undeniable uniqueness about Jordan. He was the calm amid chaos, a sanctuary where she could truly be herself and confront her demons. As she opened her eyes, her hand still quivering, their gazes intertwined once more. His silver eyes radiated an ethereal intensity, brimming with concern and tenderness. "Are you okay?" he inquired, his voice a soothing balm, like a gentle stream winding through a verdant glen. In that instant, Sydney felt her defenses beginning to crumble, her fears slowly unwinding. Could Jordan be the one to ignite her heart, to reveal that love was not a vulnerability, but a formidable force capable of moving mountains and breaking the chains of her deepest insecurities? Could he be the one to inspire her to rewrite her life's script, to place love in the starring role?