Dissolve Jjk

Ha-eun, a jaded physics student drowning in debt and familial guilt, stumbles upon an antique shop that shouldn’t exist. There, she buys a mysterious cube—a relic that hums with the resonance of dead stars. Ignoring the owner’s cryptic warning (“Some truths dissolve the soul”), she touches it… and is torn into a liminal hell between dimensions. Trapped in a realm where time fractures, Ha-eun witnesses agonizing echoes of her life: her mother pleading with police, her father weeping at a makeshift shrine, and versions of herself thriving in happier timelines. But this purgatory is no passive prison. Hostile entities, born from swallowed civilizations and lost travelers, hunt her. To survive, she fights, adapts… and mutates. Millennia pass. Her skin hardens into a galaxy-veined carapace. Her hair bleaches white as forgotten constellations. The cube’s power sustains her, but each transformation erases another memory—her childhood, her name, the sound of her brother’s laugh. When she discovers other trapped souls, including a charming, half-mad alien warrior and a spectral version of the antique dealer himself, Ha-eun faces an impossible choice: Escape by damning another to take her place. Or ascend as the cube’s eternal guardian—a cosmic deity stripped of everything human. But as she uncovers the cube’s true purpose—a device forged to devour dying universes—Ha-eun realizes her survival could doom countless realities. Including her own.

edit: Ok so I took a lot of inspiration from things like Naruto, jjk, bleach, etc. the first chapter is very fucking hard to read but if you read it you’ll get a better understanding of the next chapters and Kintaro. also thank you for over 3k views! kissy face kissy face mwah! synopsis- 15 years ago a demon known as Temebris ravaged the kingdom, and the world. Thousands of sorcerers laid dead at his hands. With all hope lost and fear gripping the world a brave sorcerer step forward defeating Temebris and sealing him away…inside a orphan known as Kintaro… this is his tale to become the greatest sorcerer in the world..!

Suddenly finding herself in a rural setting, Lin Caisang became the village's renowned 'Star of Wealth and Honor'. Surrounded by unique relatives, they treated her as if she were a rare panda—held preciously in their palms for fear she would fall and gently kept in their mouths lest she dissolved. Meet the exceptional relatives: The Powerhouse Father, who declared, "You want Sangsang to get married? You'll have to get past me first." The Stingy Mother, questioning, "What does she need a husband for? She can have all the fine food and a carefree life with me!" The Sly Grandfather, suggesting, "Girls shouldn’t have to do the dirty, tiring work. Quick, call over your brother!" The Majestic Grandmother, fiercely proclaiming, "Who dares to bully Sangsang? Let them face a fight to the death with me!" The Protective Brother, assuring, "Little sister, all the good food is for you. I am not hungry!" Holding her flabby flesh, Lin Caisang wept without tears: "Let me go! I need to lose weight!" Meanwhile, the strikingly handsome, icy man next door not only protected and spoiled her in secret but also had a not-so-simple identity.....

(Warning: Mature Content - R-18) A group of college students ventures on what was meant to be a straightforward museum trip, only for their plane to crash on a mysterious, uncharted island. Stranded and desperate, they signal for rescue, but their calls go unanswered. As days turn into weeks, they confront a harrowing truth: they are utterly alone. But the island has its own dark agenda. An eerie, seductive energy permeates the air, penetrating their very beings, igniting a fire of lust and desire that none can resist. This isn't just survival; it's an awakening to the most primal, carnal urges. Their bodies yearn with a hunger that's both terrifying and thrilling, their minds clouded by a relentless, dark passion. The island bestows upon them not just survival skills but supernatural powers—fire, ice, telekinesis, immense strength. Yet, these gifts come with a sinister price. The island feeds on their darkest desires, their deepest lusts, amplifying them to monstrous proportions. Friendships dissolve into something far more intense, far more physical. Bonds are tested, broken, and reforged in the fires of lust. The island whispers temptations, urging them towards acts of unspeakable pleasure and sin. Every touch, every glance, is laced with a potent mix of seduction and corruption. Inhibitions shatter as they grapple with the choice to succumb to the dark ecstasy or to fight for what remains of their humanity. Here, the real battle isn't against nature but against the evil within, a battle for their souls amidst the throes of passion. Can they resist the seductive pull of this malevolent paradise, or will they be consumed by their own dark desires? Overpowered Mc Character Development - Peak [For the first vol(chapter 1-100) Mc is hero trying to save everyone but he changed when they betrayed him, protecting only those he care about now]

In a future not too far from our own, humanity collapses under the weight of its own arrogance. Nations fall, democracies dissolve into chaos, and global elites fuel the collapse from behind the curtain. Amid this void of order, one man rises — unknown, silent, yet unstoppable. With intelligence that defies limits, access to lost technologies, and an unshakable will, he declares himself the absolute ruler of Earth. Not through promises. Not through war. But through total control of reality itself. This marks the beginning of Kael's era — The Absolute Man. But in the shadows of power, a silent observer watches... unseen, unknown, and waiting.

When empires fall and realms shatter, all that remains are the echoes of a once-glorious past. Samurai, yokai, and entities beyond comprehension are locked in an endless struggle, where the lines between life and death, honor and ruin, have long since faded. Amidst the ruins, a lone warrior walks a path veiled in mystery. Akayama—a force neither bound by morality nor restrained by fate—moves like a storm, threatening the balance of power that has endured for centuries. But this world is more than just a battlefield. It is a labyrinth of secrets, where truth dissolves into myth, and legends bleed into reality. As everything crumbles, only one question lingers across the ages: who is truly worthy to rule this dying world? —

The air hung heavy with unspoken anxieties as Iris walked the sterile hospital corridors. A year. It had been a year since she’d received the devastating news: Iñigo, her beloved boyfriend, was dead. The pain still felt raw, a constant ache in her chest. She'd mourned him fiercely, the void his absence left echoing in her heart. Little did she know, the truth was far more complicated, twisted by a mother's disapproval and a desperate attempt to keep them apart. Iñigo’s mother, a woman whose disapproval Iris had always felt like a cold wind, had whisked him away to the States, a calculated move to sever their connection. She’d believed that distance, the vast expanse of the ocean, would be enough to erase Iris from Iñigo's life. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Dr. Millie’s voice, crisp and professional, broke through Iris’s somber thoughts. "Iris, you're assigned to assist the patient in Room 208. He was recently transferred from the U.S.A." The doctor handed her the file. Iris took it mechanically, her mind already racing. The familiar chill that always accompanied thoughts of Iñigo's mother settled over her. This was no coincidence. A strange premonition tightened its grip on her, a knot of dread forming in her stomach. She felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. As she approached Room 208, a wave of nausea washed over her. She hesitated, her hand trembling as she reached for the door handle. A deep breath, a silent prayer, and then—she opened the door. The sight that greeted her stole the breath from her lungs. There he was, pale but undeniably Iñigo, lying in the hospital bed. Time seemed to stop. The world dissolved into a dizzying blur of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. A strangled gasp escaped her lips. He was alive. The carefully constructed wall of grief she’d built around her heart crumbled. A torrent of emotions – shock, relief, disbelief, and a bitter taste of betrayal – flooded her. All the pain, the tears, the emptiness… all for nothing? The file slipped from her numb fingers, landing silently on the floor. He was alive, and his mother had lied.

In the world of winged creatures, Mirabella Flamire, nicknamed “Little Egg,” was born a humble sparrow. With her crew members, she ferried spices and goods across the kingdom, living a peaceful life away from the talons of larger predators. However, her life took a fateful turn when her crew received the order to escort the sun-scorched Dusthaven king, Eros La Velle, back to his kingdom, who arrived in Everdale to attend the Crown Prince’s wedding. …………………………….. "Do you know what the most serious of all your offenses is, little birdie?" Mirabella gulped. “I... I burnt your book,” she admitted hesitantly. After all, that book held significant information and she had burnt it accidentally. Eros only stared at her, blue eyes gleaming with something unreadable. He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a slow smirk. “You shouldn’t have stolen that day,” he whispered hoarsely. Hearing this, Mirabella gritted her teeth. It was just a small flower. She had picked it on impulse because it was so beautiful. But who knew she would be caught in the hands of this hawk king? “My majesty, I have fanned you for two weeks at night to dissolve that crime,” she said angrily. Eros chuckled and stepped closer, crowding her space like a predator closing in on its prey. He lifted his hand, fingers caressing along her jaw until he cupped her cheek in his entire palm. “No,” he murmured, “You stole something far more precious than a flower.” his voice a low caress. Mirabella’s eyes widened. She did? Eros leaned down, his lips grazed her ear as he delivered the final blow. “The heart I kept locked away…” “You stole it, little birdie.” [SLOW BURN]

ever wonder what happens after someone dies well here's what happens note: this is just a story to express my little world and It takes content from jjk and other anime show but the story is my own I don't own jjk and but the ideas inspired are my own

Humans thought the apocalypse happened when the barrier between worlds had vanished. When, the world of fey, spirits, humans, and demi-humans became one. However, it does not end, in fact the world got more interesting as magic was introduced. Technological advancements became bigger as many feats becomes possible to achieve. But as soon as the final barrier dissolves introducing the demonic race to the world, people shun the demonic race. No one likes the demon race and nothing can hope change the public sentiment whenever it is concerning the demonic race. Then, two demon kings decided that, "It's time for another apocalypse" "I will kill everyone who has no demonic blood" "I will reincarnate everyone so they all will have demonic blood"

"When the lowliest Omega barista sinks his teeth into the Alpha Queen's gland, our love becomes the weapon that shatters the world." As the most oppressed Omega, he'd never tasted "being loved"—until his feral claws tore through shackles that night, locking with the Arctic blaze in his sovereign's eyes. She who reigned supreme over the Alpha hierarchy defied the Covenant for him, her glacial armor dissolving where their skin met. Now their fated marks blaze in clasped palms while her frostblade severs the Blackthorn Council's lies, this lawless passion upending a thousand years of hierarchy far beyond mere escape. As the crimson moon rises, the world roars its ultimatum: "Perish together, or rewrite existence as one."

Por muito tempo, só existiu o vazio. Nenhum som. Nenhuma forma. Apenas o silêncio absoluto da não existência. Então, ele despertou. Miyo abriu os olhos para um mundo estranho, cercado por sombras e segredos que não compreendia. Criado em um laboratório, seu nascimento não foi um milagre, mas uma criação forçada—uma obra-prima artificial moldada por mãos frias e olhos calculistas. Seu propósito? Ainda um mistério. Seu destino? Algo que não lhe foi permitido escolher. Mas quando o criador se cansa do experimento e o descarta como um fracasso, Miyo é vendido e entregue a um novo destino: o Clã Kurioshi, conhecido como "A Névoa dos Olhos Fechados"—uma família temida por sua habilidade de manipular a percepção e quebrar mentes com um simples olhar. Lá, ele encontra Hayato, um jovem de coração inquieto, cujo olhar, ao contrário de todos os outros, não vê Miyo como um erro. Pela primeira vez, alguém estende a mão para ele sem interesse oculto. Mas no mundo envolto pela névoa, onde a verdade se dissolve como um reflexo distorcido, uma pergunta ecoa na mente de Miyo: Seus olhos foram abertos para ver o mundo... ou para serem cegados por ele?

Όνειρο: Κλειδί που Ξεδιαλέγει Μυστήρια (Oneiro: Kleidi pou Xedialegei Mystiria) DREAM: KEY TO UNRAVEL MYSTERIES The Dreamcatcher “As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t shake the feeling that my dreams were trying to tell me something. And then, I heard the whisper: ‘When the wings of slumber beckon, beware the shadows that take flight.’ I didn’t know what it meant, but it sent a shiver down my spine.” The five-letter word “dream” holds a mystical allure, whispering secrets to those who dare to listen. As we surrender to its embrace, the dream reveals itself as a master key, unlocking doors to diverse realms. Love, hope, adventure, sorrow, and the unknown await beyond the threshold. The enigmatic key is humankind’s most potent possession, capable of conjuring worlds within and beyond our wildest imagination. As the wise ones have said, “Let your dream be your wings.” Yet, I, Cynthia – affectionately known as Tia to those who hold a piece of my heart – never foresaw the awakening of my own dreams. They stirred, sprouted wings, and transported me to an uncharted realm of mystery and danger. My story begins at the precipice of reality and the unknown, where the fabric of my dreams transformed into a living nightmare. In this realm, the boundaries between love and loss, hope and despair, blurred. My loved ones and I found ourselves teetering on the edge of existence, our lives hanging in the balance. The dream that once lifted me up became a desperate quest for survival. Join me on this journey into the heart of the unknown, where the lines between dreams and reality dissolve, and the true essence of the human spirit is revealed.

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.

After finding out she had at most five years left to live, Shikera Anderson could only live life in a carefree and unhindered manner, in order to numb the fear and sadness in her heart. However, her heart shattered when she was forced waste a year stuck in an marriage contract with a masked man, in exchange for her father's life. "The main clause of the contract: Don't touch my daughter!" Ethan DeLoach, the most wanted personality by all the press stations in the country, hated reporters with passion until one came into his life in form of a contract wife. He was able to keep her at bay until her despicable lips turned out to be the cure for his terrifying nightmares. As they experiment with their lips every night before sleeping, how long would it take them to succumb to the throngs of passion while throwing all caution to the wind? Will Shikera be able to dissolve the hatred Ethan has for reporters, with her plain and carefree attitude? How will Ethan react when he finds out what the repercussion was for breaking the contract? And finally, would the love between them defy Shikera's short life span? *** "Ethan, why the fuck did you not tell me I had hickeys on my neck?!" Shikera yelled. "I practically announced to the whole nation that I had a passionate night!" "That's not my fault though. You could have lied they were birthmarks." "And when the marks fade, another lie?" she asked irritatingly. He smirked mischievously at her words, before leaning over to whisper into her ear, "No worries, I will renew them every night."

In a world ruled by the Eternal Codex—a sentient, bloodthirsty library that binds humans to cursed stories called Legacies—Arin inherits a forbidden power to save his brother, erased by the Codex as a forgotten Footnote. To burn the Codex, he joins a rogue Librarian rotting from her own tragic tale, a rebel dissolving into ink-static, and a sentient, manipulative book offering godlike secrets. But wielding the Nameless Legacy demands Arin rewrite reality itself, and every story he alters claws him closer to becoming the monster the Codex fears most. The Last Reader is a dark odyssey where stories devour souls, ink is currency, and survival means defying the narrative—even if it destroys you.

Am I going insane? The thought slithers into my mind the moment I wake up, cold and disoriented, in a place that feels more like a nightmare than reality. My head is empty, my memories wiped clean, leaving behind only a suffocating void where my identity should be. The walls around me are smeared with something dark—blood, maybe. Symbols, jagged and unfamiliar, carve into the surfaces as if someone tried to leave a message… or a warning. But none of it makes sense. Nothing here makes sense.  I try to grasp at something—anything—but the harder I reach, the faster it slips through my fingers, like smoke dissolving in the air. My pulse pounds as I force myself to move, each step foreign, like I’m controlling a body that doesn’t belong to me. A name. A purpose. Something to tell me who I am. But there’s nothing. Only fragments, pieces that refuse to fit together. Then the games begin. Survival. That’s all it’s supposed to be. Do what you’re told, follow the rules, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll make it out alive. But I learn quickly that this isn’t just about survival. It’s about control. It’s about twisting reality until I don’t know what’s real and what’s a lie. The other players are just as lost, just as desperate, but I can see it— But they aren’t like me. Some of them know more than they’re letting on. Some of them… aren’t afraid. The more I search for answers, the more the world unravels. Reality bends. Faces blur. Voices whisper from places they shouldn’t. Every time I think I’m close to the truth, it twists away from me, leaving me drowning in questions I can’t answer. The line between what’s real and what’s in my head has thinned to nothing, and I don’t know if I can trust my own mind anymore. Who am I? Maybe it’s better that I don’t know. Maybe knowing would break me beyond repair. Or maybe… maybe I was never meant to leave this place at all. I used to think I was just confused, just lost in the chaos. But now? I was definitely insane.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

Title: This Ain’t Another Sex Novel Tired of the endless parade of sex-driven romance novels, Sienna Cole is on a mission to prove that love can be just as captivating without the focus on physical intimacy. As a romance novelist struggling to gain recognition, she’s fed up with the idea that every love story needs a steamy scene to succeed. Enter Ethan Blackwell, a charming but cynical playboy editor known for turning explicit novels into bestsellers. He’s convinced that passion is the key to a successful love story—and he’s determined to make Sienna’s book no different. But Sienna isn’t backing down. She challenges Ethan: If she can write a bestselling romance novel without a single explicit scene, he must publish it as-is. If she loses, he gets to rewrite the scenes himself—adding the very heat that Sienna refuses to include. As the two butt heads over their differing views on romance, the tension builds. But it’s not just their books on the line—it’s their hearts. As the chemistry between Sienna and Ethan intensifies, both must face their own vulnerabilities and realize that love, at its core, is more than just physical attraction. Can Sienna prove that romance can thrive on emotional connection alone? Or will Ethan teach her that passion is an essential part of any great love story?

Venomborn – The Serpent’s Curse (Synopsis) Mirza Imran Chaudhry—"Mic" to those who once knew him—was just another forgotten soul in the underbelly of the city. Orphaned after a mysterious accident that wiped out his family, he was left with nothing but debts and a hunger to survive. Desperate, he sells himself to science, signing away his body for an experiment shrouded in secrecy. But survival comes at a cost. When Mic wakes, he is no longer just human. His veins burn with something ancient—something inhuman. The experiment was no ordinary test; it was an attempt to resurrect the lost power of Takshaka, the legendary serpent king. His body, once fragile, is now a battlefield of transformation. His blood carries venom potent enough to dissolve steel. His mind wrestles with instincts that are no longer his own. As he struggles to control his newfound abilities, Mic discovers he is not the only one. The organization behind his transformation has been playing god for decades, shaping monsters in the name of progress. Hunted by their enforcers, entangled in a war of conspiracies, and haunted by visions of a past that is not his, Mic must decide: Is he a weapon to be controlled? Or the venom that will bring it all down? A tale of power, identity, and the price of survival—Venomborn: The Serpent’s Curse is a dark sci-fi thriller where myth meets science, and the line between man and monster begins to blur.

I dropped it cause it was rejected lmao [Genesis System rebooting after 76 years of inactivity.] [Administrator Slot: Vacant.] [New Administrator Confirmed:—] The screen flickers. For a moment, the letters distort—glitching between gold and blood-red. A name appears. [Administrator Confirmed:—Elias Vaughn.] A sharp ringing fills my ears. The name means nothing to me, but the system hesitates. The text wavers, blurring, like it’s… realizing its mistake. Then, the letters dissolve. [Administrator Identity Error.] [Correcting…] [New Administrator Confirmed: Christian Arkwright.] A cold shiver crawls down my spine. I open my eyes, and the world isn’t mine. My breath catches—too soft, too light. My limbs ache, but they feel… small? My fingers curl. Slender. Pale. Delicate. This isn’t my body. The floating screen pulses again, words forming in golden light. [Primary Abilities Bestowed:] Creation Magic Spatial Manipulation Magic? My mind stutters, but before I can process it, another notification flashes. [Warning: You are a Deviant.] [Deviants are to be executed by royal decree.] [Status: In Hiding.] I freeze. No second chances. No learning curve. The moment someone discovers my power, I die. Then, the screen flickers again—this time, the text warps on its own. The golden glow dims, and a final message, faint and fragmented, pushes through. [If you are reading this… you are the last.] My pulse pounds in my ears. A soft static hums in the air. [The world has forgotten me, but you must not forget what I left behind.] [Survive. Learn. And when the time comes… create hope again.] Then—so quiet it’s almost lost in the noise—comes a whisper. “Welcome back, Elias.” A pause. A hesitation. The system flicks as if to correct itself. “…Welcome back, Christian.”

In 1991, the USSR, the biggest country in the world dissolved. The country's leader has betrayed their people again and again. But, what if, in 1979, before the Soviet army invaded Afghanistan, the whole country was transferred to an Isekai, that existed with magic, the undead, elves, dwarfs, and others. The undead empire invaded them, opening the Pandora box. The red bear has now awoken, and the world will see his might.

Eídal Granier, a 9-year-old boy, is consumed by a childish longing for a family. Desperate for recognition from those around him, he’s willing to do anything to achieve it. However, his life takes an irrevocable turn after a catastrophic event leaves him shattered. Betrayed and abandoned by his own people, Eídal is forced to serve his worst enemy, becoming a pawn destined to eliminate the world's heroes. Over time, his innocence dissolves under the weight of contempt and manipulation. Eídal transforms into a dark figure, feared and hated by all. His pain becomes his strength, and in the end, he coldly accepts the role fate has cast for him: being the villain of this story!

When two worlds are born from the same breath, the soul splits. A man accused of murder fights to prove his innocence, but every night drags him into another life, a forgotten world where he is a knight, bound to a war that never ends. As the line between dream and reality begins to dissolve, a voice hidden beneath both lives starts to whisper. If both lives are real... Who is the one pulling the strings? A story about love, hatred, and what remains after the soul tears itself apart.

Rooted in the profound philosophies of Hinduism and Buddhism, Life and Beyond takes you on a journey through cosmic adventure, spiritual awakening, and mind-expanding revelations. If you have ever questioned the nature of reality, the weight of karma, or the possibility of transcendence, then prepare to dissolve the boundaries between life, death, and the infinite. Do you know what lies beyond life and existence? What if everything you believe about reality is a fragment of something far greater? Adi, a seeker of truth, embarks on a journey beyond the known world—across lifetimes, realms, and dimensions. He is not searching for mere knowledge but for the ultimate truth. But what is truth? Do you know what the cycle of reincarnation is? Why do enlightened beings seek liberation? Is there really free will, or are we bound by karma? In the vast cosmic order, Brahma—the creator—has four heads. But what if that is only true for our realm? In higher planes, there exist Brahmas with a hundred, a million, even a billion heads, each governing realities beyond imagination. Adi ventures through these infinite planes, questioning everything he knows. Do you want to understand Tantra? What about Kundalini—how does one awaken it? What is enlightenment, and what happens when one truly sees beyond illusion? Are you ready to seek the truth?

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Lila Dawson believed she was no longer affected by heartbreak following her breakup with billionaire hotel tycoon Max Edwards. After signing the divorce papers, she left and was prepared to begin her new life. However, half a year later, a legal error revealed that their marriage was never legally dissolved. Max pleads with Lila to maintain the facade of a happy marriage for a crucial business agreement, and she reluctantly agrees. Residing once more in the same house, old emotions resurface, as do previous hurts. Max is committed to winning her back, however, Lila is hesitant to believe he won't hurt her heart once more. Could this unexpected meeting be their opportunity for a fresh start, or just setting them up for more heartache?

The Ashwood Hotel is no ordinary abandoned place. It is a living tomb. In 1930, a mysterious fire claimed the lives of 23 people within its opulent halls—including a girl whose body was never found. Since then, the walls have whispered with silenced screams, ash rains from the ceiling, and anyone who enters the hotel becomes part of its eerie legend. When four young urban explorers venture into the decaying building, they have no idea that they are not only facing ghosts but the hotel itself. Sven, the anxious one with a knack for seeing the invisible. Natalia, the diva who feels her facade of sarcasm and lipstick beginning to crack. Jacob, the tough guy whose cool demeanor dissolves into smoke. And Lucas, the idealist who realizes too late that some spirits don’t want to be photographed. But the Ashwood is hungry. Its corridors shift, its victims return as shadows, and the stench of smoke becomes a choking reality. When the group realizes they haven’t ended up here by chance—that the hotel has called them—a race against an unrelenting past begins. But how do you fight walls that breathe? And what happens when the spirit hunting you... is your own reflection?

Samson Riley grew up with his mother, Ava, never knowing his biological father. Their close-knit life took a tragic turn on his 15th birthday when Ava fell seriously ill, leading to a year of hospital care until her peaceful passing. Before she died, she arranged a betrothal for Samson to the granddaughter of the influential Rodger's Family, with their wedding set for a year later. At 18, Samson juggled university and a part-time job, determined to build a future for himself and his wife. However, his life took an unexpected twist when he received a summons to the Rodger's Family mansion, where he learned of their shocking decision: the marriage was to be dissolved. As Samson grapples with this sudden upheaval, he encounters a stranger at his mother's grave—a representative of his father, who he never knew. This meeting sets off a chain of events that will challenge everything Samson thought he knew about family, and his own identity. — Cover is Ai generated. Chapters will be released in blocks of 5. If I feel that writing a block of five chapters is taking too long, I'll go ahead and release a chapter or two.