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I am In The World Of Magic With Nano-Machine

In a future where medical science has achieved remarkable breakthroughs, curing diseases that once ravaged humanity, a 45-year-old man named Arrol finds himself in a harrowing predicament. Despite the advancements around him, he suffers from a mysterious affliction that has aged his body prematurely, leaving him resembling an 80-year-old man. Trapped in a deteriorating body, Arrol believes he is slipping away, a mere shadow of his former self, with one foot already in the grave. His life takes a dramatic turn when he is approached by Dr. Albert Kesford, a brilliant but unconventional scientist at the forefront of groundbreaking research. He invites him to participate in a revolutionary experiment designed to unlock the secrets of human rejuvenation. Desperate for a cure and drawn by the potential of a new lease on life, Arrol reluctantly agrees, hoping to reclaim his vitality. However, during the experiment, everything goes awry. A series of unforeseen complications lead to a catastrophic explosion in the laboratory, engulfing Arrol in a blinding light. When he regains consciousness, he discovers he has been transported to an entirely different world—a vibrant realm of magic and supernatural beings, far removed from the sterile confines of his previous life. To his astonishment, Arrol finds himself in the body of a 15-year-old boy named Deese. As he navigates this new existence, he grapples with the excitement and confusion of youth, while also carrying the weight of his former life’s experiences. Not only does he have a second chance in life, but he soon discovers that his new body is enhanced with advanced nanomachines. These microscopic marvels harbor incredible abilities, granting him powers beyond what he ever imagined possible. [Nano Machine is fully activated, and all the functions are available to be used] In this enchanting world, filled with mystical creatures, ancient secrets, and a complex web of politics and power struggles, Albert—now Deese—must learn to adapt. He discovers that the nanomachines within him not only enhance his physical abilities but also enable him to tap into the magical energies that saturate this realm. As he embarks on thrilling adventures, he soon realizes a dark secret known only to the hidden powers of the world. ---------------------------------------- What to Expect: • [Reincarnation, but the MC retains all memories of his past] • [Slice of Life, Magic Technology, Crafting, Strong, Kingdom Building eventually] • [Romance? Hard to say] -------------------------------- I'm just writing this story as fun when I get the time. I enjoy writing and I hope you will enjoy the story. I will be posting this story on Royal-Road and Scribble-Hub too. https://www.scribblehub.com/series/1437914/i-am-in-the-world-of-magic-with-nanomachine/ https://www.royalroad.com/profile/543838/fictions
CraftsManofStory · 1.3K Views

Reincarnated Supreme Arcane Emperor's Machinations

“Eat shit!” Those were the last two words I shouted before creating the largest supernova and targeting the unknown enemies that called themselves The Order. Everyone was affected, me included. In the end, I, Emperor Vance, died using my own hands. I thought this was it. The Darkness that enveloped me is known as death. That changed when my gaze fell on the pulsating light that joined my presence in the expanse of darkness. It was Arcane; the accumulation of my learnings, the system of magic I built, and the sole owner of the mysterious power was with me in death. ‘Arcane’ enveloped itself to me, becoming the sole radiating light in the dark world. “How long has it been?” However, that single memory I had remaining in this ‘world’ seems to be becoming the only recollection I have left. I’ve become lost in time, drowning myself in the darkness. The only thought that crossed my mind was enduring yet another day in the same situation. Whoosh—! Not until it looked like I was being sucked outside of this nothingness. ‘What the fuck!’ For some strange reason, I felt tears fall down my cheeks, and I had no control over them. “Uwah!” In the first place, why am I crying? ‘And how is it possible to feel someone carrying my back?’ Amidst a series of strange occurrences, four simple words instantly made me realize exactly what was happening. “Congratulations! It’s a boy!” I’ve been reincarnated back into my own world.
Ordki_Hozei · 8K Views

Splinters of Time

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.
Muntadher_Khudhur · 744 Views
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