Guts Voice

Ever pondered what chaos would ensue if Guts from Berserk stumbled into a "Slice of Life" anime? Or if Solo Leveling unfolded in a medieval landscape, complete with knights and courtly intrigue? How about the most divine irony: God reincarnated as a lowly slave? Welcome to a novel born from the depths of my most twisted and outrageous imaginings. It's a journey that spares no punches and offers little comfort to the faint-hearted or easily offended. But hey, if you're here for the ride, buckle up. To set expectations: I am not the literary offspring of J.K. Rowling (Harry Potter) or Arthur Conan Doyle (Sherlock Holmes). This tale may be somewhat unrefined, sprinkled with typos and moments of grammatical rebellion. Yet, what it lacks in polished finesse, it delivers in unrestrained absurdity and wild, unpredictable fun.

-Op Mc? Yes! -Daughter? Yes! -Multiple worlds? Yes! -Long timeskips? No! -Fastpace? Yes! ... "You either Die a Villain or Live long enough to see yourself as a Hero." ~Probably Spark --------------------------------------- Spark, the lofty young master of the Dwight family, had always been a mystery. His true abilities were never known until the day he stepped onto the frontlines. In one awe-inspiring exhibition of power, Spark shocked the world and sent the coalition army of the five emperors into a chaotic retreat. Now, with the eyes of the world on him, each faction lusted to uncover the secrets behind his unparalleled strength. Still, in spite of the rampant curiosity and greed, nobody had the guts to confront him directly. And with every rumor spread of his feats, a question burned in every mind: was Spark this powerful all this time, or was he casting an illusion of strength before everybody's eyes?

How long can one ignore the voices in their head? Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost. The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

That guy was my friend's boyfriend. After they fought, he came home and said he wanted my opinion. What exactly made his girlfriend change? I, who didn't have a bad feeling at all, put him in the house. Then he killed me! That bastard stabbed me multiple times with a kitchen knife and killed me. Even though he knew tomorrow was my wedding day. How sad. A death that made me curse all efforts. But, what could I do? I thought I was dead. I did. Because at that moment I didn't feel any air in my lungs. Because everything went dark. I didn't know anything until I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful ceiling with crystal chandeliers. Are there hospitals like this? I'm sure that even if the apartment I lived in was sold, I wouldn't be able to buy that crystal chandelier! "She's alive! SHE'S ALIVE! LADY ELEONORA IS ALIVE!" I turned my head and saw an old woman running while screaming. I'm alive? Really? But who is Eleonora? I'm Cristy! I don't understand anything yet. Not a single thing. People started introducing themselves as my parents, future in-laws, and fiancé. But I knew that none of them were telling the truth! Their smiling faces were terrifying masks. My gut screamed at me to run away. And I knew that my gut never lied!

Lin Huang war ein 15-jähriger Junge von der Erde, der auf dem Weg war, sein Leben in einer Welt voller Monster zu leben. Mit seiner jüngeren Schwester in seiner Obhut und nur noch 91 Tagen zu leben, standen die Chancen überhaupt nicht gut für ihn... Bis er aus Versehen einen bösartigen Vampir tötete. Durch eine Wendung in seiner Geschichte wurde sein Leben völlig verändert. Während er sich mit Hilfe seiner Truppen aus Menschen und Monstern durch die Welt kämpft, hat der Junge ein viel größeres Ziel vor Augen: Er will der größte Monsterjäger der Welt werden!

Vor drei Jahren trieb er in Afrika sein Unwesen, unbestreitbar der König der Soldatenkönige. Drei Jahre später kehrte er in die Stadt zurück, ohne Auto, ohne Wohnung und ständig in Schwierigkeiten. Er bewirbt sich als Wachmann bei einer Firma, wechselt vom Schlachtfeld ins Büro und ist unauffällig, clever und tiefgründig. Sogar Sicherheitsleute können im Frühling ihren Moment haben. Jedes Mal, wenn ihn jemand fragte: "Warum bist du immer der Unglückliche? Basil Jaak antwortete schüchtern: Weil ich einfach zu offensichtlich gut aussehe! ...

Silent Testimonies is a journey into the unexpressed—the thoughts, hopes, and heartaches we hide beneath the surface, and the strength required to give voice to them

In the idyllic coastal village of Vanhelm, a young farmer named Aelred leads a peaceful life with his family. But their idyllic existence shatters when ruthless soldiers clad in turquoise surcoats storm the village, leaving a trail of fire and death in their wake. Witnessing the brutal slaying of his parents and siblings, Aelred is filled with rage. Just as despair threatens to consume him, a mysterious voice offers a lifeline - a chance for vengeance and a second shot at life. Driven by grief and a thirst for justice, Aelred accepts the voice's bargain, embarking on a path of power that will transform him from a nobody into a force to be reckoned with.

Maya, a law abiding young lady, went against all she knew and how she had been brought up, all for one man. Brian had had it all with his parents telling him to get married and trying to set him up with a woman of their dreams. When he saw Maya at work later even after their rude contact in the club, all he could think of was "She is the one" but Maya hated his guts. He was proud, pompous and he made her think of things she shouldn't, so when he brought up a marriage contract, the only reason she agreed was because of the student loans she had to pay off and a family that thought of her as dirt underneath their shoes.

Upon being bestowed various powers and abilities by an unknown voice, the entirety of the human race is tasked with choosing 10 people , one among of which will be crowned the "King Of Men".

In a world invaded by portals to other worlds, some humans obtained a power called System, which allowed them to level up and become stronger. Now a new career existed: the Adventurer, one who ventures into these portals to complete quests given by the System. An Italian boy, Samuele Rua, received this power and now had to become an Adventurer and venture inside the portals, leveling up and becoming stronger. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I apologise from the beginning for the bad writing, bad grammar and all the bad things in this book. This is my first attempt at writing an... original... story. Yeah... Anyway! If you have some time to spare, please give this book a chance and comment with what you like and dislike about it. Any constructive criticism is appreciated. If you find this book disgusting, well... I don't blame you xD. if you have come this far and still have the guts to read this story, good luck to all your brave hearts! P.S. Cover image not mine!!!

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

A divine system voice in people's thoughts caused the ruin of contemporary society. The creatures had appeared all throughout the earth, ushering humans into a new era. The period in which only the strong will survive! The period during which defenseless, weak ones are trampled! Leo had lived in such a world for five years before dying in an demonic horde. As he descended from the clouds, the same angelic voice echoed in his consciousness. [Host Leonard Wright is nearing the end of his life.] [Reborn successful…]

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

"Congratulations on dying and coming back my dear husband " Hearing a beautiful voice say that Clay opened his eyes. What greeted him was not the usual white ceiling of his hospital room. Instead it a vast blue sky.

Fists meets Fist. Claw meets Claw. Fangs meet Fangs. Talons meets Talons. Blood meets Blood. Loyalty meets Strength. Strength meets Battle. Battle meets End. End meets Immortalization. That is the creed of the species known as the Shapers. A warmonger like race that don't care about anything other than combat and swearing loyalty to those who are stronger than them. They roam the lands, turning them into nothing more than a war zone filled with blood and guts. For that is all they live for, just battle and absolute loyalty to the strong. That is how they live and will always live. Even if one of them had the mind and perspective of a different species. For in the end, they too will become a member of the Shapers race and join their endless battle to their grand finale. Forever immortalized and forever respected.

My life is surrounded by misfortune, where I have to endure the greed of men out there. No one pities me; instead, they treat me as an object to be sold. The amount mentioned was so enormous that it made my eyes widen in shock. Never before had I heard of such a sum for my frail body. Even so, who would want their body sold to a lecherous man? But then, the deep voice of a man who had just arrived broke the auctioneer's concentration. He was so different, though I couldn't see his face. But that voice had a profound impact on me.

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

[A Danmei Story] Zhen Lixin wakes up after a long sleep, only to find himself as a complete stranger. When all his memories are gone, his journey to unveil the story around him is afoot, accompanied by a strange voice in his head. Will the voice within guide him on the path to truth or lead him further into the shadows of uncertainty?

"Though your heart maybe misled and your mind confused, never ever deny your gut the truth!" ************ Olivia Thornrow, heiress to the throne of Adrelyne, has been preparing all her life along with her nine other sisters for the day of the Harvest; a dreadful hour in all human history in which a blue blooded shall be chosen as a sacrifice to keep peace between the human and mystique lands. But when she is chosen as not just a sacrifice, but more as a wife for the Fae King, she must let not just wisdom, but faith and courage as well to guide her path in all her endeavors before the night of the black moon or else risk the entire world plunge into enternal darkness.

Antoine, a hermit living deep in the Himalayas, wakes up one morning with a blue screen in front of his face. An ancient and drowsy voice informs him that Earth has evolved and that the system will be linked...

In the kingdom of Draconia, where ancient legends still live, Selinia, a young woman scarred by her past, seeks to escape from her cruel family. As an illegitimate daughter, Selinia has faced abuse from her family. When her father, in a desperate attempt to avoid execution, tells a grand lie that his daughter possesses a magical voice that can slow down – or even break – the curse, Selinia is thrust into a dangerous game. King Theodore, cursed with dark powers and only one year left to live , decides to go along with the desperate man’s tale, bringing Selinia to the castle. There, she discovers that her father has made her out to be someone with a powerful voice, even though it isn’t true. Determined to gain the freedom she has always longed for, Selinia chooses to use whatever tricks she can to deceive the king. However, as she fights for her own survival, she faces complex challenges and entanglements in a world full of deceit and darkness. Will Selinia be able to save herself, or will she fall victim to the dark legacy of Draconia?

"Ah, Sophia," Alexander said, his voice cool but with an edge that hadn’t been there earlier. "I see you’ve met my fiancée." The words hit Sophia like a punch to the gut. Fiancée? What the hell is going on?The woman stepped closer, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. "So you’re the girl he’s chosen for his little… arrangement," she said, her voice filled with disdain. "How quaint." Sophia’s mind raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. This wasn’t part of the deal. None of this made sense. Why would Alexander be engaged to someone else when he’d just—Alexander’s eyes were unreadable, his face calm. "This is Amelia," he said, gesturing to the woman. "We were engaged long before you ever came into the picture." The room spun, and for a moment, Sophia felt like she might be sick. "Engaged?" she managed to choke out. "Then why… why me?" Sophia Hart had spent the last five years building her life from the ground up. After her father’s sudden death left her family drowning in debt, she had no choice but to work three jobs, sacrificing her dreams of becoming an architect to make sure her mother and younger brother could stay afloat. That’s why, when she walked into the offices of Maddox Global that morning, she was on edge. She wasn’t here for an interview, but for a deal. A deal that would change everything.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

What is even human existance? what will happen to our thoughts are we die? this thinking in the brain? the voice in your brain that's reading this what will happen?

Welcome to the latest VRMMORPG, Mysterious Fog World. An infinite world filled with endless opportunities. Do you have the guts to travel in the boundless fog filled with various evil gods, cultists, mysteries, monsters, and other abominations? Can you find your opportunity? Or will you end up becoming a sacrifice in a cult ritual or some monster's midnight snack? If you look hard enough, you can even find the rumored potions that “possibly” point to various paths of godhood. But is the fog world just a VRMMORPG, or is there something more, something sinister, behind the scenes? ------------ Read the auxiliary chapter Author's Notes and Warnings first to get an idea about the tags. Publishing simultaneously on WebNovel, Scribblehub, and Royal Road under the same username. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/VirtuousSinner

When I woke up in an unknown place, I heard a voice in my head. [Ding ~ Congratulations host, you have obtained a beginner's package, does the host want to open it?] Is this is it a system? I said open in my heart. [Ding ~ Congratulations host gets a special khodam gacha.] Looking at the gacha prize, I saw familiar names, such as the nine-tailed fox, sunwukong, and other great creatures. Okay, the system starts gacha, after waiting for a while the system voice sounded again [Ding ~ Congratulations host gets the Ancient Kraken Khodam.]

Social heiress Amanda Wright is betrothed to Timothy Anderson, but she goes against her parents and decides to marry her poor lover, Marcus, which causes her parents to disown her. On her wedding day, she finds herself standing alone at the altar—an abandoned bride. With nowhere else to go since her parents refuse to take her back because of the humiliation she has caused them, her only solution is to find the man she was betrothed to and beg him to take her back. Timothy Anderson rejects her because he no longer wants her as his bride. However, he offers her a job as his maid, and she accepts it, as she has no choice. Suddenly, a billionaire heiress is reduced to a common maid working for a boss who hates her guts. But there's one big problem: she has never had to work a day in her life and doesn't know how to do the most basic things. How will she survive?

Kael had been awake for days, haunted by the same vision every time he closed his eyes. It started the same way—his father’s voice calling his name, followed by the unbearable pressure in his chest, and then the darkness. He saw the Stone of Raelith, glowing with an eerie, pulsating light, before everything was consumed by shadow. Then came the voice—a voice not of this world, promising power and death in equal measure.