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Solo Leveling All Seasons

Notes Between Seasons

Anya, 28, carries an air of quiet resilience beneath her graceful exterior. With olive-toned skin, soft black waves, and deep green-hazel eyes, she moves through life with gentle confidence, her delicate floral dresses and matching earrings reflecting her understated strength. Balancing university lectures and restaurant shifts, Anya’s world is a delicate dance of responsibilities, yet her heart harbors untold stories memories and feelings she guards closely. Elias, in his early thirties, is the embodiment of poised elegance. Tall and fair-skinned, with piercing ice-blue eyes that seem to see straight through the surface, he exudes a calm power and precision shaped by his senior role in corporate management. Behind his minimalist style and commanding presence lies a man who has built walls around himself, wary of letting anyone close. Their worlds collide unexpectedly on a crisp spring evening at the restaurant where Anya works. The sight of her in casual attire, her hair loose and framing her face softly, captures Elias’s attention like nothing before. For Anya, seeing Elias a figure from headquarters, calm yet intense stirs emotions she hadn’t expected to confront while juggling her busy schedule. As their encounters grow from silent, stolen moments to hesitant conversations, both must navigate the complexities of their lives Anya’s demanding shifts and personal struggles, Elias’s corporate pressures and guarded heart. A shared ride to the train station, gentle teasing, and quiet confessions slowly chip away at the walls between them. Set against the backdrop of everyday challenges and small moments of connection, their story unfolds as a tender exploration of trust, vulnerability, and the courage it takes to rewrite one’s own story. “Silent Collisions” is a romance about two souls learning that sometimes love comes not in grand gestures, but in the quietest, most unexpected encounters.
Sienna_B04 · 5.1K Views

Football Leveling System

Ray Arlon had only one dream, to play for Chelsea’s first team. He trained harder than anyone, stayed longer on the pitch, and lived for the game. But no matter how much effort he poured in, he could never make it past the youth academy trials. Crushed and out of chances, Ray gave up. He hung up his boots, buried his dream, and returned to solving algebra equations and applying to colleges, fully aware that the dream of becoming a professional footballer was now nothing more than a distant fantasy. But someone hadn’t given up on him. His father, Dr. Elias Arlon—a renowned neuroscientist, had always noticed his son’s passion, and just as clearly, his lack of natural talent. Determined to bridge that gap, he developed a breakthrough: a nano-cognitive interface designed specifically to accelerate skill acquisition and mental performance. He called it the "Football Leveling System." Through advanced bio-engineering and neural adaptation, Dr. Arlon implanted the system directly into Ray’s brain, giving his son a second chance at the dream he had once let go. [ SYSTEM INITIALIZATION ] [ WELCOME RAY ARLON ] [ CHOOSE YOUR ASSIGNED POSITION ] [ YOU HAVE SELECTED FORWARD ] [ WELCOME TO FOOTBALL LEVELING 1.0, LET OUR JOURNEY BEGIN ] ***************************************** 1. More than 1k words per Chapter 2. 2 Chapter's per day, time intervals not yet fixed. 3. Timeline is set during the 2024/2025 European season. 4. Kylian Mbappé* is seen as the best player. *I have no rights over the names of real football players, all rights are reserved for them.
Not_Byakuya · 9.9K Views

leveling up is not all I can do

In the world of Eltherra, power is everything—and power is measured by levels. From the moment a person awakens their class, they begin the sacred journey of leveling up: defeating monsters, completing quests, mastering skills, and earning divine favor. For most, it is the only path to survival, status, and meaning. But for Adam, an orphaned farm boy from a forgotten border village, that path shatters on the day he risks his life to save a dying girl from a monster he should never have survived. Instead of dying, Adam awakens a mysterious and forbidden power: the ability to create skills, override the system, and see the code beneath reality. The system calls him a Revenant Codemancer—a class that doesn’t exist. The gods call him a mistake. The empires see him as a threat. As Adam levels up, he begins to unravel the truth behind the system that governs the world. He discovers ancient secrets, forgotten gods, and corrupted empires built on lies. But leveling up is not enough. Not when the system itself is broken, not when the rules of reality can be bent—or rewritten. With unlikely allies at his side—a rogue with a haunted past, a paladin torn between duty and desire, and a half-demon bard who sings truths no one wants to hear—Adam embarks on an epic journey to reshape the world. Not just to rise through the levels… …but to transcend them. Because in a world ruled by gods, monsters, and leveling systems, Adam doesn’t just want to survive. He wants to rewrite the endgame.
Therealsteve · 517 Views

SOGEKING: SOLO KING

read the story and know. dark world op mc. yamino died two times and become a soul and a dungeon master in abyss. but then he recieved a box from his future self. the box contains the a latter. the game of wars is coming. we need to be powerful enough to survive. congratulations Skill Name: Solo King Rank: SSS Type: King-Level (Sentient) Nature: Unique – One-of-a-kind in all known realms Origin: Born from Yamino’s soul, bound by fate, ambition, and divine authority Core Trait: The Solo King is not just a skill—it is a sovereign entity born from Yamino’s will. It has a will of its own, one that remains silent until life-threatening moments arise. This skill respects Yamino as its king, but it tests him often. As he grows, the Solo King evolves, unlocking its ten regal powers. --- Revealed Sub-Skills: (10/10) 1. King of Nothing Defeated beings become Yamino’s vassals—souls bound to him in loyalty and servitude. They lose their past and are reborn under his rule. He can summon and command them freely. > “Those who fall before the king… rise only in his name.” --- 2. King’s Tax Yamino absorbs 100,000x power from followers and 1,000,000x from defeated foes. The absorbed energy is stored in the "Royal Vault," used for strengthening, creation, or defense. > “The king does not borrow—he collects.” --- 3. King’s Aura A suppressive aura of dominance. All who are weaker feel fear, submission, or hesitation. Stronger beings are pressured, slowed, and psychologically strained. > “His presence alone bends the knee.” --- 4. Domain of a Sovereign Yamino creates a dimension in his soul. Inside it, he becomes absolute. He shapes laws, terrain, time flow, and physics to reflect his will. > “Within these walls, only the king writes law.” ✉️ lucky.v.writer@gmail.com
lucky_5133 · 44.7K Views

A season of love

Spring It was Shrove Tuesday. Nebel had just entered the corso, already at dark, and as she unpacked a bundle of streamers, she looked at the carriage ahead. Missed from a face she hadn't seen the afternoon Previously, he asked his companions: -Who is it? She doesn't look ugly. -A demon! She is gorgeous. She think she is the niece, or something like that, of the doctor Arrizabalaga. She arrived yesterday, it seems to me ... Nébel then fixed her eyes intently on the beautiful creature. She was a still a very young girl, perhaps no more than fourteen, but completely nubile. She had, under her very dark hair, a face of supreme whiteness, of that matt white and satin that is the exclusive patrimony of very fine. Long blue eyes, losing towards the temples in the circle of his black lashes of hers. Maybe a little apart, what gives, under a forehead smooth, air of great nobility or great stubbornness. But her eyes, like this, they filled that blooming countenance with the light of her beauty. And feeling them Nebel stopped a moment in his, he was dazzled. “What a charm!” He murmured, standing still with one knee over the man. Surrey cushion. A moment later the streamers were flying towards victory. Both carriages were already linked by the bridge hanging of ribbons, and the one who caused it smiled from time to time at the gallant boy. But that already came to the lack of respect for people, coachman and even carriage: over the shoulder, head, whip, fender, streamers they rained incessantly. So much so that the two people sitting in the back They returned and, rather than smiling, examined the spender carefully. “Who are they?” Asked Nebel in a low voice. —Dr. Arrizabalaga; true that you do not know. The other is the mother of your girl ... She's the doctor's sister-in-law. As if in pursuit of the exam, Arrizabalaga and the lady smiled at each other frankly before that exuberance of youth, Nébel believed in the duty to greet them, to which the triplet responded with jovial condescension. This was the beginning of an idyll that lasted three months, and to which Nébel contributed how much adoration there was in her passionate adolescence. While She continued the privateering, and in Concordia it lasts until incredible hours, Nebel incessantly stretched his arm forward, so well that the The cuff of his shirt, detached, danced over his hand. The next day the scene was replayed; and how this time the corso was resumed at night with a battle of flowers, Nébel exhausted in a quarter of hour four huge baskets. Arrizabalaga and the lady laughed, turning often, and the young woman hardly took her eyes off Nebel. East he cast a desperate look at his empty baskets; more about him Surrey cushion there was still one left, a poor bouquet of evergreens and jasmine of the country. Nebel jumped with him over the surrey wheel, he nearly dislocated an ankle, and running to victory, panting, drenched in sweat and excitement on the surface, he handed the bouquet to the young woman. She searched recklessly another, but she didn't have it. Her companions laugh. "But crazy!" Her mother told him, pointing to her chest, "there you have one!" The carriage started at a trot. Nebel, who had come down from the stirrup, afflicted, he ran and reached for the bouquet the young woman held out to him, her body almost out of the car. Nébel had arrived three days ago from Buenos Aires, where he was finishing his baccalaureate. He had been there for seven years, so his Knowledge of the current society of Concordia was minimal. He should stay still fifteen days in his hometown, enjoyed peacefully of soul, if not of body; and lo and behold, from the second day he lost all the serenity of him.
Cyra_Champ · 2.7K Views
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