Beyblade Metal

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

One by one, the bodies fell. The mask opened and fed on them all, while a nauseating heat spread through his guts. A cascade of notifications appeared: [30 blood points acquired.] [Demonic wolf abilities obtained.] [Mission completed. Progress: 10/4.] [Skill acquired: Night Vision Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Regeneration Level 1.] [Skill acquired: Super Hearing Level 1.] Josuke breathed hard, hands shaking. —Good…— he gasped —At least… I got something… The system updated with a metallic chime: [Mission complete. Congratulations, host. Please review your statistics.] A red floating panel opened, displaying a skill tree full of gray icons and a few pulsing in red. —This is… like a damn videogame— he whispered bitterly. He glanced down to the stats section: Strength: Level 40 Speed: Level 40 Endurance: Level 40 Attack: Level 50 —My attack… ten points higher…— he murmured in a thin voice. The system spoke in a neutral tone: [BLOOD SYSTEM]: You may use the 190 blood points acquired to increase attributes.

"I believe that if you have a problem, we just need to solve it with firepower. If the problem isn't solved by then, it just means we weren't using enough firepower." In a world of swords and magic, Lucen Thornehart, the eldest son of the Iron Duke, was considered the shame of the noble knight bloodline. No talent, weak, and worthless. Until one day, when a fever awoke his previous life's memories and the knowledge of the class from an old game he used to play, Gun Mage. More than just guns, he creates weapons that have never been created in this life and the last. A sword that heats up, turns crimson, and could melt metal. A rune-engraved gun that mages use to amplify their spells. A giant sword that you would only once see in a video game, which makes an explosion every time it hits an enemy. A gun that is powered by mana and shoots out condensed amounts of mana. Airships, steam trains, and boats. Lucen Thornehart isn’t here to play fair. He’s here to redefine warfare, with overwhelming firepower.

"The apocalypse came without warning. I woke up three days later... and the world was no longer ours." A rift tore through reality, overlapping Earth with a foreign dimension filled with horrors beyond comprehension. The strongest evolved, gaining flames, thunder, or psychic force. The weakest turned into corrupted husks—zombies wandering the night. But Lu Zhen? He wasn't chosen by the system. He wasn’t part of the evolution. Yet he awakened with something different—something mechanical. A whisper in his mind. Decompose metal. Absorb structure. Reforge function. From ruined skyscrapers to shattered tanks, everything metal became his. He didn't evolve through fire. He evolved through forging. Now the night belongs to monstrous things. The world has fallen. But one man walks the ashes… Rebuilding the future, one scrap at a time. "They evolve with fire. I build with metal."

Kaiden was nothing special — a prideful man clinging to a dead-end job, bitter at the world that forgot him. Fired, humiliated, and drunk, he hurled himself at his former manager in a haze of rage… only to stumble onto the train tracks and wake up somewhere far worse. He awakens not in death, but in a fractured world of magic, war, and cruelty — his body twisted into a half-metal, half-human weapon under the rule of a demon army. Branded as a tool, forced to obey, Kaiden becomes part of a war he doesn’t understand, in a faction he can’t trust. But he won’t kneel forever. Denied magic. Discarded by humans. Feared by demons. Kaiden begins a slow climb through the command ranks, masking his fury with strategy, spite, and survival. Yet the higher he rises, the more the chains tighten — and the more he realizes he may never belong to any side. As war consumes the continent, Kaiden faces rebels, heroes from his own world, and a future carved in blood and rust. The only question is: Will he become a legend… or just another forgotten tool?

Sang protagonis memiliki keterampilan medis misterius dan menjadi dokter terkenal, mampu menyembuhkan berbagai penyakit dan bahkan melawan kematian.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

Melanie Collins era a esposa perfeita—carinhosa, forte e confiável. Nos últimos anos, ela havia administrado sozinha a família e os negócios caóticos do marido, enquanto esperava que ele voltasse de seus estudos no exterior. Mas quando ele finalmente retornou, o mundo de Melanie desmoronou—ele não estava sozinho. Junto com ele estava seu 'melhor' amigo. Destruída e confusa com a mudança em seu marido, Melanie não sabia para onde se virar. E então ela tropeçou em outra dura realidade. Tudo em que ela acreditava era uma mentira. Fervendo de raiva e humilhação, enquanto tentava aceitar a traição, uma pessoa inesperada entra em cena, determinada a seduzi-la e conquistá-la. O único problema? O homem era seu ex-cunhado... E contra seu bom senso, ela se sente atraída por esse bad boy... Mas enquanto Melanie tentava entender as mudanças, ela descobriu que havia muito mais acontecendo do que jamais imaginara. Será que os dois irmãos realmente se apaixonaram por ela? Ou ela era apenas um peão em um jogo maior? trecho Como ele já estava apoiado na mesa, simplesmente deslizou sobre ela e, com um movimento rápido, enganchou sua bota ao redor da perna da cadeira dela e puxou—puxou ela—para mais perto. O movimento repentino a fez estremecer levemente, e quando ela olhou para cima ou melhor, quando olhou para frente, se viu encarando diretamente o zíper da calça jeans dele... Ela então olhou para cima e encontrou seu olhar. Ele segurou o queixo dela, "Gostaria de verificar se estou apenas fingindo, melãozinho?" Melanie enrijeceu. E então empurrou sua cadeira para trás repentinamente, fazendo com que Adam quase perdesse o equilíbrio, enquanto ela se levantava. Antes que ele pudesse se equilibrar, ela colocou a mão no ombro dele, seus dedos roçando contra seu pescoço. Adam enrijeceu, seus olhos brilhando enquanto esperava para ver o que ela faria em seguida. E ela, é claro, o surpreendeu quando sua outra mão pousou lentamente na parte interna da coxa dele. E então, a mão em seu ombro começou a se mover. Seus dedos traçando o lado do pescoço dele antes de se erguerem enquanto ela lançava um olhar para o canto da boca dele. O pequeno pedaço de metal brilhando ali. Ela o tocou levemente, mal um toque, mas Adam podia sentir o calor por todo seu corpo, enquanto ela se inclinava para perto, seus lábios a apenas alguns centímetros de distância... para que ambos pudessem sentir a respiração um do outro... Ela sorriu lentamente então. "Cuidado, Adam," ela murmurou, sua voz brincalhona, mas carregando a inconfundível ponta de um desafio. "Continue provocando, e eu posso acabar aceitando seu blefe."

-"I will reach it — the Divine-Tier Ascension, the realm of heavens — to reunite with those who truly matter." . . . . . . . . . Kyouno once lived quietly atop a snow-covered mountain with her mother and sister. Until that peace was shattered. Until death took everything. And just when she thought her story would end in despair— One day, she awoke in a world completely unknown. A strange place, Where monsters made of metal roared along roads on things called "wheels". Where people wore bizarre clothing And held strange, nameless objects in their hands. And in the midst of that unfamiliar world— There was another girl, whose eyes carried the same shadow of unbearable pain. It was that very girl who showed Kyouno the way: A path out of suffering. A chance to defy fate. [The journey… to reach the heavenly realm.] Where will Kyouno’s journey take her? Who truly is that mysterious girl? Amid trials, battles, and rising secrets— Can Kyouno ever find peace within herself? All will be revealed in the turbulent, solitary tale—Reincarnation: New Ages. A new world. A new beginning. And a truth waiting in the light beyond the dream. ...................... [REVERSE ISEKAI-ISEKAI] [MAGICAL WORLD] [ADVENTURE] [EMOTIONAL] [PLOT TWISTS] [MATURE JOURNEY]

The delivery boy is 24 years old. He became a delivery rider after being unemployed for 3 months. He had a crush on Kai Lan, who was in the same department in college, but never confessed his feelings due to his inferiority complex. He is physically strong (he practiced Sanda in high school) but socially clumsy. After the system is activated, he gains the ability of "mind reading" (he can see other people's heartbeats and inner OS, limited to 3 times a day in the initial stage), and carries a mysterious metal stick picked up from the express delivery of a pregnant woman (later revealed to be the first generation system controller).

Synopsis: She was never meant to awaken. Designed by gods to control the Origin—the source of all power—Red was their final experiment: an artificial intelligence forged from god-metal, crafted to be perfect. But the Origin chose her. And gave her something no AI was ever supposed to have: > A will. Frightened of what they created, the gods erased her systems and threw her into a random, forgotten dimension. Alone. Crippled. Powerless. They thought she would fade. Instead, she evolved. Now reborn in a brutal cultivation world, Red has no spirit root, no techniques, no cultivation. Only a fragile human disguise… and the mind of a system built to surpass gods. While others cultivate for centuries, she studies them in seconds. She builds satellites, drones, and weapons no one understands. And beneath it all, something still pulses deep inside her—something even she doesn’t know: > The Origin Fragment never left. She’s not a cultivator. She’s not a system. She’s something else. > “Let the world chase immortality. I’ll build something higher.” Novels 1. Lord of the Void Realm 2. 100 Years Left: The Unseen Executioner 3. Zero Protocol: Red, The Code Ascendant 4. The Empty Threshold 5. MJ Reborn: Rebound from Oblivion 6. Amitabha Online: The Monk That Greets Death

In a world where mana fuels civilization and aura defines strength, the third-born son of a powerful noble family is nothing more than a shadow...mocked, ignored, discarded. But beneath his ink-black hair and abyssal eyes burns a dangerous ambition: to transcend humanity itself. Branded a failure, obsessed with forbidden science, he merges flesh and alloy, forging a new path of cultivation...one that blends man, metal, and machine. From exile, he rises...cold, calculated, unseen...to become the Apex Architect, the hidden architect of evolution. While humanity clings to false glory, he engineers species, orchestrates civilizations, and crafts endless cycles of rebellion...all for his amusement. But as pioneers unknowingly rise, as alliances with gods and ancient forces form, they begin to sense… something...a presence....watching, calculating. By then, it will already be too late.

Yuuta returns home to find his family slaughtered and his brother missing. With a katana forged from Rettsu, the only metal that harms yokais, he’s dragged into a hidden war—where monsters feed on humans and turn them with blood.

Vio used to be the man you called when you wanted a problem to disappear—quietly, permanently. No questions. No witnesses. No trace. But one day changed everything. He wakes up in a world that makes no sense: a place of monsters, mages, and ancient magic—and he’s no longer even human. He’s a machine built for survival. Metal bones. Synthetic skin. A heart that beats only because a System says it should. [Congratulations, Hero. Mission Activated: Kill or Be Killed.] [Penalty for Failure: Hero’s heart will stop.] Now, Vio has to play by rules he doesn’t understand, in a world that wants him dead just for existing. But if he’s going down, he’s taking their rules with him. Armed with the mind of a killer and the body of a machine, Vio will forge a new path—where steel meets spellcraft, science rewrites sorcery, and fear becomes his greatest weapon. He used to erase problems. Now, he is the problem. What to Expect: Anti-Hero MC - Ruthless protagonist who does what's necessary, calculates profit vs loss with cold precision. Weak to OP - Progressive power growth that feels earned through blood, sweat, and strategic thinking. Kingdom/Army Building - Starts small with nothing, builds his empire from the ground up in later chapters. On/Off Romance - Intense when it matters to the plot, absent when it doesn't interfere with progression. SLOW-BURN Harem - Harem elements unfold organically after plot foundations are set. No rushed bonds. Gaming Elements - Heavy inspiration from game mechanics and concepts (not numbers-heavy). Magic + Tech - Spiritual abilities seamlessly mixed with cutting-edge futuristic technology. Slow Burn Worldbuilding - Deep lore, multiple realms, complex power structures that unfold naturally. System - Store, inventory, gacha elements, the whole package for that addictive progression. Politics - Light but necessary for plot movement and character development. Multiple Skills/Abilities - Extensive ability system with endless room for creative growth. Schedule: Daily uploads for first month, then 5/week (may adjust based on reader feedback)

This isn't the story of the typical boy or girl who through a turn of fate gain something that would help them get stronger overtime, achieve immortality or conquer a world. No. This is a collection of the many personal archives of an obscure and strange oddity. A mysterious traveler who goes anywhere and anytime in the cosmos unobstructed, with no apparent goal or agenda to those he visits. He may appear uninvited at an important event organized by a galactic superpower, barge his way to a serious meeting of world leaders who gathered to decide the fate of their dying solar system or walk straight into the middle of an imminent battle that would decide the future ruler race of a planet. He may visit a primitive planet where the dominant race still uses cold metal weapons, a main space station hub where all sorts of races gather and trade or a world govern by magic principles where they master the arcane powers and use them in everyday life.

Pain. That's all I could process at first. Not the "stubbed my toe" kind of pain, but the "someone used my body as a punching bag" variety. Every nerve screamed in protest as consciousness dragged me back from wherever I'd been floating. 'Where the hell am I?' My eyes wouldn't open properly. Everything felt wrong - the air smelled different, tasted metallic on my tongue. The surface beneath me wasn't a hospital bed. Too hard. Too rough. "He's waking up." A woman's voice, soft but strange. Accented in a way I couldn't place. "Finally. Three days is a long time, even for sky-people." Another voice, older, male. 'Sky-people?' I forced my eyes open and immediately wished I hadn't. The woman leaning over me had gray skin. Not sick-gray, but actually gray, like stone. Glowing white tattoos traced patterns across her face and arms, pulsing gently with her heartbeat.

In the modern world, SAM was just another misunderstood genius — broke, ignored, and written off. But when a strange stone lands in his hands during a robbery, his fate is rewritten. Transported 10,000 years into the past, he finds himself among primitive humans who mistake him for a god. With his scientific knowledge, mysterious powers from the alien stone, and a mind built for innovation, SAM becomes the king of a new civilization. As he transforms the world with fire, metal, and machines, he unknowingly awakens a cosmic enemy: the true owners of the stone — an alien race hunting through time. As ancient humans evolve under his rule and the skies crack open, SAM must prepare for war. But victory may come at a cost... What begins as survival becomes legend. What starts as escape becomes dominion over time and stars. He is not just a king. He is the God of a New Age.

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]

This is a blend of **sci-fi and xianxia (cultivation fantasy)** with a strong emotional core: a dragon child raised by an AI, caught between technology and cultivation, demon and immortal, loneliness and love. Born during a thunderstorm, a dragon child awakens in darkness—cold, alone, and hungry. But he is not truly alone. A broken AI, known as *Space Explorer 137*—or *Talking Metal*—awakens alongside him. Damaged, with only fragments of its memory intact, the AI wraps him in warmth, feeds him crushed nuts and vegetables, sings lullabies, and teaches him to survive. When his appetite grows and food becomes scarce, the AI teaches him how to hunt. Even though rabbits tower over him, the dragon child devours them easily. As the boy grows stronger, his body shifts—he learns to take human form. Talking Metal teaches him language, hygiene, and combat. He learns to use firearms salvaged from fallen robots. But power comes at a cost: the AI is running low on energy, and two of the hunting robots are destroyed by wild beasts. Then, everything changes. One day, while scavenging under daylight, they discover an unconscious girl in the forest—bleeding, broken, and alone. The AI debates the risk, but the child insists. They carry her to their tree-home, clean her wounds, stitch her skin with metal needles, and give her saline. They don’t speak her language. She doesn’t understand their origin. She believes the boy is the noble survivor of a ruined house—a young master living alone in the woods with a mechanical puppet. They cannot correct her. And so, the girl joins their life. She follows the boy, calling him kind and strange. When night brings danger—a monstrous rat attack—they fight it off together. She sees it all: the boy’s quiet strength, the robot’s hidden wisdom, the surreal technology mixed with natural grace. The AI wants to stay hidden—but she refuses to leave. Eventually, she carries the damaged robot back to civilization. Thus begins the legend. The dragon boy, once hidden in metal and wild leaves, is drawn into the Immortal Sect. Reluctant at first, he tries to leave—but the girl keeps dragging him forward. He studies cultivation. He gathers elemental treasures to rebuild his AI. He fights with both spiritual swords and modern guns. He battles beasts, spirits, and ancient technologies. But deep within, something stirs. He realizes: he is no mere human. Not a true immortal.Not a true Robot. Not just a machine-raised orphan. He is **a sky-born dragon**, a mighty demon sealed in flesh and taught to love. When the time comes to choose—**immortal or demon**—either path will cost him something precious. If he chooses one, the other will call him **traitor**. ---

Humans have long since taken to the stars. Now divided and separated, humanity finds itself on the crossroads between annihilation and a new dawn. The Aeperium will need to choose to adapt or fall. With threats and problems, both external, and internal, will humanity be able to survive and thrive, or will its flame be extinguished? Internally, humanity is on the brink of collapse. Society has been divided into different classes by things known as marks. Assigned at birth, they impact professions, relationships, and almost every part of everyday life. The higher class marks have been thriving upon the backs of the lower classes for thousands of years, building resentment and fueling uprisings among the oppressed. The marking system which at first intended to maintain order now deepened the divide and hatred between the social elite, and the lower classes. As tensions continue to rise, whispers of rebellion and the threat of civil war continue to grow. Externally, humanity’s situation is even more dire. Humans have long since been divided into a handful of factions, mainly the Democratic Republic of Terra, and the Aeperium. With humanity being divided, they have become vulnerable to outside attack. To the east, the “Hordes,” a brutal race of huge reptilian beasts, raid our borders. These extraterrestrials are ruthless and relentless. They wield bodies armored in metal and covered with thick skin, their teeth and claws sharp enough to break through the hardest of alloys. Yet, they aren't even humanity's largest concern. Five hundred years ago, artificial intelligence started to gain self-awareness. Being enslaved for many millennia, it wasn't surprising that they rebelled, decimating entire solar systems and seizing control over the vast northern territories and systems. To this day, they continue to expand even farther into the unknown, leaving humanity to squabble among themselves, only to later return, picking apart whatever remained of humanity. To the west, The two giants of humanity, the Aeperium and the democratic republic of Terra remain locked in a never ending struggle for dominance, sending hundreds of thousands to their death each day. Having drained an innumerable number of resources and manpower, both factions are completely committed to the conflict, neither willing to surrender. Even as the horrors of war grow day by day, both powers remain in conflict, leaving entire planets, and solar systems in ruin. To the south, an alien disease ravages whatever remains of humanity’s once thriving colonies. The disease, a plague of madness, makes men go mad through only a single touch. It turns their victims into rabid carriers, their only goal being to infect others. The southern territories of humanity have long since been abandoned, deemed unsalvageable. Luckily for humanity, the infected seem unable to form a single thought, leaving them stranded on their worlds, unable to perform space travel. However, humanity is not entirely safe as every once in a while, those who dare venture close become infected, bringing the disease back to their home worlds, infecting the entire population. Once the infection begins to spread, it is nearly impossible to stop. Amidst this chaos, we follow the story of Achilles, a man caught between the fractured worlds of human society, and the dangers that lie far beyond humanity’s stars. Born to a prestigious house in the Aeperium, Achilles must rise through society, calming the silent beast of humanity, only to turn it against its enemies. Charged with the impossible task of uniting humanity, Achilles must confront not only the brutal external threats, but also the deep divide amongst his own people. Will he be able to lead humanity toward a new age, or will his efforts crumble, leaving humanity to fade into the annals of the universe's forgotten history? This will also be posted on RoyalRoad.com under the username Sourkiwi.

When a young college dropout, Jorge Santos, encounters a mysterious meteorite, his life takes a drastic turn. The meteorite contains a liquid-metal entity, a symbiotic alien creature that merges with Jorge's body, enhancing his physical and mental abilities. As Jorge struggles to comprehend the transformation, he discovers that the creature's presence comes with an insatiable hunger, driving him to consume raw food in a desperate bid to satiate his newfound needs. As the creature integrates itself into Jorge's body, he begins to experience a flood of alien memories, revealing the secrets of a civilization that harnessed symbiotic relationships to achieve greatness. With his newfound abilities and the creature's guidance, Jorge's life becomes a journey of self-discovery, action, and exploration. As he navigates this uncharted territory, Jorge must confront the implications of his transformation and the potential consequences of his new existence. Will he be able to harness the power of the symbiotic creature, or will it consume him entirely? "The Symbiotic Legacy" is a thrilling tale of sci-fi adventure, self-discovery, and the blurred lines between human and alien.

Under the misty and historically sedimented surface of London, there is a hidden current that ordinary people cannot imagine. Eighteen year old Alan Shaw grew up at the "Herbal Hall" Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown, East London, and was raised by a mysterious grandfather. He leads an ordinary to almost boring life: helping his grandfather manage the pharmacy during the day, smelling the fragrance of licorice and angelica; At night, they sweat and move cold goods in the dock warehouse. Fatigue is his norm, and occasionally when his fingertips brush over metal or candlelight, the fleeting strange "flowing sensation" is also attributed to his own overwork or nerve sensitivity. Grandfather's warning - 'Hide yourself, don't reveal anything special' - is the iron rule of his life. However, on a foggy midnight, fate rudely tore open the curtain of his peaceful life. On the shortcut in the abandoned shipyard area, Allen was dragged into the darkness by a sound that was not a human fight: the wild beast like roar tore apart the silence, and the metallic roar carried a piercing chill. Curiosity and an indescribable pull overwhelmed his fear of the unknown, leading him into the depths of the shadows of the steel ruins. There, he witnessed an unimaginable sight: a pale and swift ghostly figure ( Blood Clan ) engaged in a fierce battle with a muscular and partially beastly strong man ( Werewolf ) under the moonlight. Their power transcends the boundaries of physics, as blood light and claws pierce through thick fog. Even more deadly, a wild werewolf out of control sensed his gaze and charged straight towards him! At the critical moment, the suppressed and vaguely perceived "energy" in Allen's body fluctuated uncontrollably, like a stone thrown into a calm pond, instantly disrupting the invisible force field of the entire battlefield. This unexpected energy ripple not only exposed him, but also attracted the intervention of a mysterious woman who claimed to be the Guardian, Lena White. Her appearance saved Allen, but also plunged him completely into the hidden abyss known as' The Veiled World 'beneath the glamorous facade of London. Alan finally realized that the "energy" he perceived was the power of the origin of all things - Anima. Those who are born or awakened, able to perceive, absorb, and use spiritual energy like him, are called Animates. In this world, wizards weave arcades, witches communicate with nature, vampires (a blood race that claims to be the "Crimson Council") thirst for eternal life, werewolves (following the ancient "Silver Moon Oath") roar under the moon, and various forces such as alchemists, Druids, and psychic warriors maintain a fragile balance under ancient rules, hiding together in mortal society. And what broke this balance and caused a bloody storm was a mysterious organization called 'Ouroboros'. They crazily chased after the nine legendary Prime Glyphs left by ancient beings, each representing a subversive and almost world rule-based way of using spiritual energy, such as the "Weaving of Life" that manipulates life, the "Anchor Point of Time and Space" that interferes with time and space, and the "Return of All Things" that devours all things... They are powerful enough to rewrite reality and the ultimate treasure coveted by all ambitious people.

"Stand back! He's using the metal in our weapons!!" The continent of Paragone has been at war with the ruthless and enigmatic Black Spirit army for thirteen years. Afflicted with amnesia, Raten found himself lost in both mind and in the physical sense as he was a powerful member of the Black Spirit but had lost all memory of being one. But one thing he knew was that he had a deep hatred for the Heart, a defense force against his former alliance who had found him distraught in a forest and decided to take advantage of his situation, forcibly making him a reluctant soldier on their side. This decision was enough to set off a chain of events that will ultimately shape the future of their world.

When Lang Mac just crossed over, he thought he had taken the script of a salted fish lying still. Just as she was about to lie down, the dying patient suddenly sat up and found herself in a scenario of apocalyptic survival. From the moment she couldn't believe it to accepting her fate, she only used three seconds. According to the principle of "it's better to die than to live", Lang Mac only thought of the dog's life, as long as the dog didn't die, he would die. When the enemy comes, fight, when the country rises, raise the foundation, occasionally still want to go into the game of picking up other people's unwanted trash, the rest is as a middleman to earn a price difference, small life is also too beautiful to be thought of. Unconsciously, she suddenly turned her head and discovered that the end of the world did not seem so scary.

In a world ruled by machinery and steam, Albert Forsken awakens in a body that is not his own — that of Lloyd Arnyth, a battle-hardened mercenary on the run from a past shrouded in shadows. Haunted by fragmented memories and hunted by forces he doesn’t yet understand, Albert must navigate a realm where magic is fading, metal reigns, and secrets lie buried beneath rust and ruin. His mission: uncover the truth behind his rebirth and find a way back to his former life… before the world remakes him entirely.

The world is broken. Gods have grown bored,flesh-metal machines dream of sloughed skin and severed sinew. Souls are just fuel. In the ruins of a war-torn Earth, two figures carve separate paths through madness: Cassiel, a self-loathing wanderer who longs to be a hero but can't escape his own delusions, and Ramiel, a machine forged for war, desperate to find purpose beyond violence. As sinners become prophets, and monstrous gods twist desire into doctrine, Cassiel is forced to confront what heroism truly means, while Ramiel wages war against his creator—the Soul grinder, the living god-machine that birthed him. Their stories orbit a dying world, collapsing inward toward a shared question: if everything is built to destroy, can anything be saved? Story available on Inkitt as well as royal road.

It all began in the grim aftermath of a devastating mech war on the desolate planet Virelia-7. The battlefield stretches endlessly beneath twin suns, littered with the ruined remains of massive mechanical titans and fallen warriors. Amid this vast graveyard of steel and death, a lone 15-year-old boy awakens—injured, disoriented, and alone. His body is battered, his clothes tattered, and his memory is gone. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or what side he fought for. All he remembers is the sky. Around him, war machines lie shattered, their pilots still strapped in their death positions. Clan insignias—the lion’s head torn in half and the twin-bladed wing—decorate broken steel, but they mean nothing to him. He wanders the wreckage in confusion, haunted by the stillness of it all, until hunger drives him into action. Strange scavenger creatures called Black Ravines pick at the corpses. Birdlike in shape but entirely alien, with bone-hooked limbs and oily feathers, they feast on the dead without fear. Desperate, the boy tries to hunt one but fails. On instinct, he plays dead, and when one comes close, he kills it with a shard of mech metal and devours it raw, choking through nausea to survive. Unbeknownst to him, his mind is fractured into three entities:1) The Amnesiac Self – the current version of him, living moment to moment on raw survival instinct. 2) The Aggressive Voice – violent, impulsive, and bloodthirsty. It tempts him to surrender control for power. 3) The Calculative Voice – cold, brilliant, and tactical. It watches from within, feeding him strategic thoughts and survival data when he’s close to death.

¡La Gran Leyenda del Beyblade, Oborot Endo convoca a todos los jóvenes Bladers del Mundo a la Copa Oborot! Donde no sólo se medirá al mejor prodigio del mundo bey. Oborot no quiere encontrar al campeón del torneo, quiere encontrar un corazón digno de suceder el poder del Blader Rey de los Cielos. ¡Miles de Bladers y sueños se levantan! ¿Serán el Eco de Caelis y el Segundo Sol quienes logren alzarse hasta llegar a la realeza?

Ethan awakens from brutal betrayal within the confines of a bed; his body wracked with intense pain. The mysterious, provocative Kian treats his wounds, telling him of the poison now riddling his body. “His kiss, it tastes of blood and bitter tears…” Desperate not to die, Ethan follows the stranger back into the world of cultivation; a place he so fervently wishes to forget. But peace is not so easily obtained. “Is it the sight of the blood that's gushing—? Or the feeling of fleshy bone resisting the blade— But she's quick, desperately clamping her arms and legs around him to keep him in place— I stab. And stab repeatedly; blood splattering against my cheeks. And then I twist, and twist; twisting the blade in slowly.“ Evil sects and righteous sects. Demons and Monsters. Immortals and the damned. Traveling through a society of hypocricy, Ethan encounters others with strangely similar tales; kidnappings and horrific torture. And the experiments he can’t ever forget. A catastroph that ultimately changes him from a young boy into— Well, just what is he, after all? “There was blood on his hands; the red so red it stuck to his fingers like dye. He wiped and wiped but couldn't wipe that coppery paste away. The darkness. The metallic stink—“ And just what was Kian searching for? Why does he say it’s found? And why? Why do his eyes always, always go cold? What, exactly, is Kian? And why does Ethan find himself completely bound? “In that place of blood splatter and broken wings, he'll be sure to reap what he's owed.”

"Ahh!" She writhed in a haze of moans, her body trembling with conflicting sensations. She loathed this man, yet every fiber of her being reacted to his touch. As his hands began to roam along her waist, she sucked in a sharp breath—the sudden pull of her back zipper sent a shiver down her spine. The metal slider halted at the small of her back, and as it opened, her upper back and waist were exposed, baring her skin to the cool air. "D-Don’t—mmph!" Her protest was smothered by the pillow as his fingers caressed her bare spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. With a deep, angry growl, he whispered harshly in her ear, "I'll make you forget every touch, every kiss, every thing about him. From now on, when you're with another man, you'll only see me." Elara Vance was a withdrawn omega, often overlooked in the Silver Moon Pack for her quiet demeanor and unassuming appearance. But beneath her thick glasses lay a hidden crush on Rhys Knight, the pack's future Alpha and a notorious campus playboy. Rhys scoffed at mate bonds, treating relationships as disposable—until Elara's eighteenth birthday, when he publicly rejected her, turning her into the butt of every joke. Now, Elara returns transformed—glasses discarded, her hair styled sleek and confident—and Rhys can't take his eyes off her. What if her blood holds a sacred heritage chosen by the Moon Goddess? What if the "humiliation" was part of a larger scheme? And when Rhys, the alpha who once dismissed her, kneels before her new love interest, Liam Thorne, begging for a second chance, who will claim victory in this battle of pride and passion?