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Sovereign of the Stars

General Alexander War, a legendary tactician and hero of Arkedia, thought his story ended with the slow march of age. Yet death was only the beginning. Reborn into an unfamiliar world as an 18-year-old orphan, Alexander awakens in a society ruled by a merciless System. This omnipotent force governs every aspect of life, rewarding labor with survival and punishing failure with erasure. In this cold, efficient civilization, compliance is survival. Overseers patrol the streets, ensuring strict adherence to the System’s rules. The people are bound by fear, their lives reduced to a series of tasks and transactions, while those who falter vanish without a trace. It’s a world where humanity has traded freedom for order, and rebellion is unthinkable. But Alexander is no ordinary man. With the mind of a seasoned general and the soul of a leader who once commanded armies, he begins to see the cracks beneath the System’s perfection. Determined to forge his own path, he quietly observes, learns, and plans. As he navigates the shadows of this unforgiving world, Alexander discovers a deeper purpose: not just survival, but the chance to defy the System itself. A war unlike any he has fought before awaits him not against armies, but against the very foundations of control. In a world that demands submission, Alexander will rise. His journey is not just one of survival but of rebellion, freedom, and ultimately, transcendence. The battlefield has changed, but his resolve remains unbroken. This time, he fights not for a nation, but for the future itself.
Mr_Trauma_Master · 1K Views

Lam's detective story

He was the police captain of a city branch, he was in the city Bureau special patrol detachment and police station, has been on the front line. Lam's stories are often related to the social background and the changes of The Times. A homicide today may have been caused by another murder 20 years ago, and that tragedy 20 years ago was caused by the social prejudices of the time. What is even more tragic is that behind the seemingly close family relationship is the relationship of mutual use. Some even turned themselves into tools. Ibsen once said, "What you plant in youth, you reap in old age." I think the same applies to Lam's crime. A professor at China Public Security University summed up crimes into two categories, "dangerous personality" and "dangerous mentality." "Dangerous personality" is easy to explain, is the congenital type of criminal personality or childhood psychological development problems. The serial killers I write about all the time, that's the type. As for "heart knot", it is divided into three types: The first is the meaning of the crime, the causes of which are often unthinkable. For example, your classmates always insult you, you prepare for a long time, while they are in the dorm, hammer them to death. Another example is that you hit someone by driving a car, and if you think that there are so many people who are now hit by porcelain, there is a lot of pressure on follow-up medical expenses, and if you directly hit people to death, the loss of money is within the range of bearing. This kind of crime is often accompanied by an irrational thinking, and the mind enters a dead end. The second is knowledge, this crime is often related to cognition, because the price rises, your house downstairs from one dollar to two dollars, you feel that the boss is not rising right, you must overwhelm him through your reason, and he has a dispute. You think he's wrong, and in order to prove your own rationality, you argue more and more violently, and finally kill him. Such crimes often involve arguments, entanglements, and most often issues of paranoia. The third is complex, this kind of crime is rooted in the pain of daily life, such as parents do not love you, say you can not get a wife, relatives and friends hate you, no one to communicate. You will become more and more withdrawn inside, want to revenge society. So you go out into the street and you take a knife and you cut people - the most terrible crime, the most difficult to prevent, but also the one we should be most aware of. But whether it is "meaning knot", "knowledge knot" or "complex", it often originates from a dangerous idea. If we can face up to and try to understand the social influences behind criminal behavior, we may be more rational in the "dark moment" when dangerous thoughts arise.
furen_zhang · 2.9K Views

This is the life of a girl who wants to be a lady in a rocking chair

When I awoke, I was in a place that wasn’t my room. silk pillow beneath my head, and rich tapestries hanging on the walls. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, like it wasn’t mine. I had somehow been reincarnated into a body—the third daughter of the Marquis?! life as the third daughter of the Marquis family was peaceful. Nothing extraordinary ever happened. I spent my days in the comfort of my family's estate, away from the hustle and bustle of court life. My father, though distant, provided for us, and my sisters—while not always the most agreeable—had their own lives to focus on. I was content, living quietly, with no desire for anything more. That is, until I stumbled upon a book. A beautiful cheap novel that talks about a main character who is trying to survive. But I never imagined that the world I read about would collide with my own life. One evening, my father summoned us all to the drawing room. His tone was unusually serious, and the moment I entered, I could feel the tension in the air. He stood at the center, his gaze fixed on something—or someone—I couldn’t see yet. “I have an illegitimate daughter,” he announced, his voice steady but with a hint of something else beneath it. I froze. The words barely registered at first. But then, as he continued, I realized something that made my heart race. The girl he spoke of, this Aorbel, matched the description from the novel I’d read to the smallest detail. “Her name is Aorbel,” my father continued, “and due to the circumstances, she will now be recognized in society as my daughter.” I watched as a delicate figure stepped forward—a girl with platinum blonde hair that shimmered with a faint pinkish hue, and amber eyes ! she appeared. She was small, fragile-looking, her body almost too delicate to belong in such an imposing space. But it was the way she spoke that caught me off guard. "H-hello..." she stuttered, her voice trembling slightly as she introduced herself. "I-It's nice to m-meet you all... M-my name is Aorbel." The name echoed in my mind, and I felt my pulse quicken. Aorbel—the heroine of the novel. I had read about her, followed her story. She was the one who was shunned, rejected, and Her sisters are going to die! Literally! Over some bullshit! Aorbel was real. And worse, her fate was tied to mine. I remembered the novel’s ending. Aorbel’s sisters would all perish!. *I* would perish. Suddenly, the quiet life I had built for myself felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I wasn’t about to sit by and wait for a fate I’d already read about. So, I did what I thought was the only logical thing: I ran. I fled to the countryside, to the village of Hayat, where no one would know my name or my family. There, I lived a quiet life—just like I had always wanted. I had no titles, no expectations. I could finally breathe. But even in the peace of Hayat, trouble had a way of finding me! RIGHT? ............ but...why..i'm here ? , I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it all. How had my life become so tangled with these nobles, these politics? When I stood before the king, I kept my composure. “It is my duty, Your Majesty,” I said, trying to maintain the calm facade I had perfected. But inside, my mind was racing. *This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted a peaceful life!* The king smiled , but there was an unsettling gleam in his eyes. “Your service has been invaluable, Lady Kevoyal Orilord,” he said, as if my life had been part of some grand design all along. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I had no interest in titles, in recognition, in any of it. But there I stood, accepting the medal, caught in a web of fate I had never wanted. ! SOMONE PLEASE SAVE ME ! And so, the girl who only wanted a quiet life in a rocking chair found herself tangled in something much more complicated than she had ever imagined!!!!
Car0linEL · 2.7K Views

wedges of life

*Prologue* As sunset painted the horizon, the family of four embarked on their journey, excitement radiating from the car. Twin sisters Emma and Emily chattered in the backseat, their contrasting personalities shining through. Emma, the introverted twin, was selective with her words, only opening up around family, while Emily bubbled with enthusiasm. Jack turned to engage the girls, oblivious to the speeding car ahead. Tragedy struck without warning. Screeching tires, shattered glass, and chaos engulfed them. The car crashed, sending Emma flying out of the vehicle. When dust settled, Jack and Sarah lay motionless, their lives slipping away. Emily, dazed and terrified, frantically searched for Emma, but she vanished. Unbeknownst to Emily, Emma's fate took a mysterious turn. A bystander, witness to the accident, rushed to her aid, whisking her away to an uncertain destiny. Was Emma truly saved, or did her rescue herald a new era of challenges? *Eight Years Later* Emily thrived in a world of privilege, surrounded by loving adoptive parents. She blossomed into a confident, outgoing young woman, encircled by close friends. Yet, the ache of losing her twin lingered, fueling her relentless quest to reunite. But how could she find someone existing beyond her realm? Meanwhile, Emma's life veered drastically. In a futuristic metropolis, advanced technology and alternate dimensions converged. Under a scientist's guidance, Emma navigated wonders and hardships, forging an unrecognizable identity.
Queenniffy · 1.6K Views

Promised Dinner;Addition of Love: I only promised a dinner not a heart

NO !! She can’t keep living her life that way suffering from her adopted parents and her sister. That is too horrible, Living the way she wants? That’s just what Xiao Ying dare not think of. Too tired , really tired of living that way. Thinking of taking her life on a lonely night, a lonely street. Xiao Ying laughed mockingly at herself walking towards the oncoming car. Screech!! stepping on the break of the car abruptly, an angry yet charming voice rang out of the car. "Hey! You should go to die elsewhere if you want to, you shouldn't do this on the road" until she heard that ice cold voice jolting her from that lonely world. It’s so pleasant to hear yet sounds so cold. Irritating her further “And why do you care where I die” she snapped back angrily. None of your business, running off to another oncoming vehicle she felt a strong arm pulling her back simply throwing her off to the pedestrian walkway by the roadside without much of a hassle. "No I don’t care you seem to be mistaken, you almost bump into my car and moreover I'm still here" Luo Jietang replied sneering. “You can do what you like after I leave” sounding so domineering, it felt like he was the one deciding when she lives. Hey!! “we should go now or I will be late for the meeting” , Speaking to his assistant he walked into his car calmly. Saying in a sarcastic tone, “Tsk!! What a pain. Want to die?, you are free to do that”. You!! …. So annoying and Nosy, she cursed angrily at the leaving car. Lying still on the floor she sobbed quietly. Asking herself inwardly “Do I really have to die?”. P.s : This is a first time for me, mistakes are unavoidable… please be gentle and support. Thank You
Bigsam · 7.7K Views

Martha Jordan

‘‘What in God’s name is happening’’ Martha asked as she properly wore Marcus’ jacket and rolled the sleeve till it was her arm’s length. ‘The thing I have been shielding everyone from’ I answered running a hand through my hair. ‘’And what is that?’’ she asked pulling off her shoes. ‘Nothing you need to know about Milky way’ I said to her. ‘’You did not just mean that! I almost just got hit right now Sir and you are still telling me I need not know?’’ she asked in a slightly elevated hushed tone. ‘I’ll explain it all to you but do you see that car over there’ I asked pointing towards my car and she nodded. ‘I am going to cover you and I want you to run as hard as you can. Do you hear me?’ I asked looking at her directly. ‘’You might not know this but I am a level four combatant now but my dad put a pause to my trainings because of my studies so the least I can do is run’’ she said with a shrug of her shoulders. ‘I know everything about you L4 combatant. On my count of three, you run’ I said as I pulled out an Akdal Ghost TR01 pistol from the back of my pants. ‘One Two…’ I started but she cut me off, ‘’don’t get hit Milky Way’’ she said and I chortled lightly, surprised that she was still worrying about me even though I put her in harm’s way only a couple of seconds ago and at the nickname she just reciprocated in calling me. ‘I’ll try. Three!’ I said and she started running while I side ran with her shooting at the direction the bullet came from the other time. Because I was running, the bullets fired back did not touch me at first but before I got to my car, I was shot in my arm. I opened the door of the car to get in and was expecting Martha to do same but that was when I turned back and saw it. Martha did not make it to the car, she was sprawled on the floor, in her red dress, with her blood flowing from her side.
SapphirePeter · 26.3K Views
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