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The Genius Who Painted the Future Ron was just an orphan—a boy left with nothing but a small house, a sharp mind, and an unbreakable will. He walked the halls of his scholarship-funded school with dignity, despite being surrounded by the sneers of the wealthy elite who saw him as nothing more than a poor commoner. But Ron was different. He refused to be ordinary. With no money, no connections, and no privileges, Ron picked up a paintbrush—the first step on his journey to greatness. And then, the System awakened. > [SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Your path to the future begins now. The System didn’t just grant him abilities—it measured his growth, guiding him as he mastered painting, science, mathematics, and engineering. With every stroke of his brush, his skills grew sharper, his intelligence soared, and soon, his paintings became legendary. His art could mesmerize, captivate, and even create illusions so lifelike that people felt as if they had stepped into another world. But painting was just the beginning. Using his growing intelligence, Ron unraveled the mysteries of the universe, rewriting scientific theories, designing groundbreaking technologies, and pioneering advancements far beyond human understanding. His name spread across the world—not just as an artist, but as a young scientist, entrepreneur, and innovator. And when aliens invaded Earth, humanity awakened to new powers, but Ron? He had already surpassed them. With the Spirit stat unlocking hidden superpowers, Ron ventured beyond the limits of human strength, speed, and intelligence—creating advanced technologies like teleportation, quantum AI, and interstellar weapons. But despite his rising fame, wealth, and power, Ron remained the same boy at heart—the one who wanted to see pure smiles in a cruel world. From an orphan to a genius… From a painter to a scientist… From a student to the hope of humanity. This is the story of Ron, the boy who painted the future.

Stone stele, Blood Moon, ancient school, Burning Sea... Every elusive and unpredictable world is filled with unknown dangers. Those swept up in the blood-colored vortex, can only abandon comfort, using courage and wisdom to illuminate their path forward, in order to seize a glimmer of survival!

Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times. What constitutes a true master of success? Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything. To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital Hear this, applause!

[ THE EARTH YOU KNOW WILL END IN SIX DAYS ] After the text appeared the world was no longer the same. The apocalyptic scenarios that humanity could imagine began to occur one after another. Monsters, meteors, natural disasters. All of them came after the six-day countdown ended. Fortunately, humans are given something to fight back. Or actually to make things much more interesting. They became Players. No one knows who is behind all this. Humans have no other choice but to survive amid this chaos by playing. But Clyde didn't live it like the others. Because he was the only human who had the lowest difficulty in the End Time Game. He plays in Easy Mode, and he already read this kind of thing in web novels. Except, there are no such thing as 'Regressor' in those webnovels. Until he met them. "Wait, I only hit that monster once and it died right away?!" “Whoa, I got an A-grade weapon right away!?” "There are... 4 Regressors?" How is Clyde's journey in this apocalyptic world with the lowest difficulty? is he going to become a Hero, or just dominate the humans, the Gods, and the Supernatural beings? [ THIS IS NOT HAREM STORY. ]

Theodore Griffith was a master of Reality. He understood the parallel universe in the form of another reality. He was aware that someone’s wish, story, or pure imagination could give birth to a new reality just like his own. Hence, he planned to find the creator of his reality by roaming among the realities. This time, he entered a new reality connected to several other realities. However, what made him certain the most was that this reality was connected to the person who created his reality. He knew that fact because of the ability he gained in this world. He could actually see people’s comments, allowing him to realize that his entire life and reality were born from a story. “Hehe. You have made a mistake in making me realize this. With the readers on my back, I can force you, the author, to make a plot for us to meet.” Theo said while giggling. “That’s why I’m counting on you guys.” --------- Other Works: 1. Oil Tycoon: Let's Find Oil in a Martial World 2. God of Tricksters (Completed) 3. Gacha Sovereign (Completed) 4. The Magician of Sound (Completed) 5. Reincarnated to Bonk in Another World (Completed)

In a world painted with power, the fate of Al hangs in the balance. **The world of Al is a canvas where colors are more than just hues; they are energy, the very essence of power.** Those who can wield them, the "Painted," are divided into a complex hierarchy: from humble Disciples to the legendary Walkers, each level marked by tattoos that whisper tales of their strength. Vanta Black, a young boy thrust into the heart of this world, must master the Xue Sense, a supernatural perception beyond the limits of ordinary senses, to claim his place. He faces a grueling selection process, forging alliances and battling rivals in the labyrinthine halls of the prestigious Blueblood Academy. But as Vanta navigates the treacherous landscape of power politics, he uncovers a sinister secret: the Academy's idyllic facade masks a ruthless system designed to cull the weak. The "Culling," a brutal ritual of survival, forces Vanta to confront the true nature of his power and the darkness that lurks beneath Al's vibrant surface. He must choose: yield to the manipulative machinations of the powerful, or fight for a future where his abilities are not just tools for advancement, but weapons against the forces of darkness. As Vanta battles for survival, a prophecy whispered in the shadows foretells of a coming war. The fate of Al rests upon his shoulders, and the choice he makes will determine the fate of a world painted in hues of power, betrayal, and hope. This is a story of ambition, betrayal, and the search for true purpose in a world where color is everything and much more.

When there were strange signs in the sky, there must be demons lurking. Li Mo, who had studied antiques since he was young, had a strange change in his eyes after being struck by lightning. With a pair of divine eyes, he gained the ability to see through things and sense objects. He bought a gourd bottle for 500 yuan at a flea market and sold it for 230,000 yuan. A painting he casually bought turned out to be a genuine work by Xu Beihong, worth thirty to forty million yuan. The black double-eared bottle that came with the purchase of a set of gold jewelry turned out to be a genuine possession of the Ming imperial family. Ancient bronze ware, exquisitely crafted porcelain, calligraphy and painting with bold and vigorous strokes, and thrilling gambling stones came one after another. From then on, Li Mo's life underwent a revolutionary change. "I have divine eyes, and there are no treasures in the world that can escape my sight."

Ji Rong died suddenly after staying up all night playing an online game, only to wake up as the evil villainess who meets her demise at the hands of the heroine in the game’s ending. Determined to change her fate, she resolved to fight against the heroine until the bitter end. But then, the sweet and naive heroine unexpectedly… awakened. A certain “mad dog” pounced on her, whispering teasingly into her ear: “Senior Sister, isn’t this fun?” Expressionless, Ji Rong replied, “Not at all.” Now, facing the heroine who radiates dark energy and wears “I’m no good” on her face, Ji Rong could only weep internally and curse the game developers for ruining her youth. From a near-death awakening: “I can’t believe it—the NPC… is me!” Having reincarnated as the villainous Senior Sister, Ji Rong initially thought she was handed the script for The Villain’s Redemption Story—or at least I Became a Light at the End of the Game. Instructions: 1. The realm levels in the text are: Beginning Realm, Spiritual Communication, Heart-Seeking, Riding the Wind, Stepping on the Moon, Chasing the Clouds, Infinite, Desperate, Returning to the Dust. -------------------------------------------------------- You can also join my patreon for more chapters, just search: Crimson_Lore Patreon

Ethan Cross was just a broke university student, juggling part-time delivery jobs and barely making ends meet. To make things worse, his girlfriend dumped him for a rich guy, calling him "a loser with no future." But fate had other plans. On a whim, he bought an old painting at an auction for $50, not knowing it would change his life forever. That painting was once the most treasured possession of Alexander Langford, the world's richest man who had just passed away. And in his will, Langford made a shocking decision: Whoever bought the painting would inherit his entire fortune. Now, Ethan is the heir to a trillion-dollar empire, with mansions, private jets, elite companies, and more money than he can ever spend. But wealth comes with its own dangers—rival corporations, underground syndicates, and even secret cults want him dead. To make matters more complicated, Langford’s final wish was for Ethan to marry his only daughter, Myra Langford—a cold and mysterious beauty with a past of her own. With power beyond imagination, enemies lurking in the shadows, and a woman he can’t understand, Ethan must navigate this new world while keeping his true strength hidden. From rags to royalty… his reign has just begun.

Mil would paint pretty lines on a blank canvas, for by the time the paint drips down and faids, time would have automatically healed her. Between this time she would ask herself, "Can't a woman love a man platonically? Or a woman love a woman romantically?" Mil's second year of high school with her friend Jabira was boring yet feasible. However, when one day she meets a classmate in a wedding and finds out their parents know each other, things start to take a turn! The only thing that doesn't change is Mil's and Jabira's humor... "If we were a comedic duo, what would our name be?" "Jabira... Mil.... Ja... il...Jail!" Silence mushroomed over the two.

In the world where appearances are everything, where beauty and success defines one's worth, two souls navigating their lives under veils of perfection. To the outside world, there life was peaceful and as flawless as picture painted with smile and wealth. But behind there mask, both carried pain; A pain of betrayal, Hatred, Distrust and Secrets that no one could imagine.

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

Shen Qinglan was a retired top assassin. She had only one wish: to live a life of leisure until her end. Little did she know, fate had other plans. On a sunny, cloudless summer day, lightning struck her down. - Upon waking up, she found herself in a different world. She was in a small village and was considered a foolish girl. She had initially planned to live as a carefree fool, but her family had too many mouths to feed, and there was never enough food to go around. - The first time they crossed paths, he approached her and greeted her, but she ignored him. The second time they met, he was her landlord, and he asked, “Miss, want to be friends?” She nodded and agreed. Delighted, he gave her a house and money, claiming it was to help a friend in need. The third time they met, he brought her a gift. Then, the fourth, fifth, and sixth times... Every time she saw him, she received a new gift.

Ye Feng transmigrated into a parallel world where there were few games and obtained the game production system. As long as the players gave a "super difficult" rating, he could improve his game production ability, However, seeing the "very easy" comments on the game forum, Ye Feng was shocked, and he descended to the alternate world with the ninth art. "Getting Over It With Bennett Ford", "Undead Cells", "Bleedborne", "Sekiro"... A series of games was born. He would like to see who dared to say that these games were very simple! Admit it, rookies. It's all because you suck！ However, players whose confidence was shattered by these games still firmly moved the cursor to that option! "Very easy!"

The extraordinaire has disrupted the silence of the world and ever since then, technology has taken a different path. When humans find a path for evolution in the dark, I’ll remove my ribs, burn my heart and burn the midnight oil to become their pioneer. This is the process of a gamer manipulating the world. Mini world of endless fun awaits.

THE DEVIL'S SERIES:- The Devil's Hunt is the new title... Don't worry guys because of the cover. “Lilith Isha Romanio, you really think that’s who you truly are, my Queen? Or shall I say it? Hm… my cunning little fox, My beautiful wife…” I was the nightmare of many people but he thinks I am cute. He was not the person I carved for. Neither did I want him to be my salvation. My Shadows were loyal to him. He watched me, stalked me, and shoved me into the memories which I never knew I had. Yet he did it. Painted my canvas, the black chaotic ones with a contrasting deep crimson. Rudraveer Pratap Rathore… those sets of smoldering grey eyes, sinister grin of the Devil, and his aphrodisiac sinful voice made my killermind traspie into his webs of hell. And his flames of hellfire stroke something dark and forbidden within me… Was I Lilith Isha Romanio? Or who was I? He questioned it and I, fell into a pit of abyss to answer it. With the shivers of pleasure, passion, and twisted love. And I? I enjoyed it. This was our Fated Twist… ~*~*~*~*~

"Darkness, a canvas painted with the hues of our deepest fears, consumes all, even the brightest light. But within its embrace, suffering and pain find their solace, their transformation. For it is in the depths of darkness that we discover the true nature of our being, the strength to rise, and the path to the radiant truth that lies beyond. Through the trials of the night, we forge the will to overcome, to break free from the shadows and step into the brilliance of a new dawn." How would you feel after suddenly waking up in a place filled with just darkness with no sight of light? How would you feel to be all alone, scared and with no one to help you in this void? That is what happened to a young boy, waking up in this void with no memories entact; just a feeling of isolation, sadness and sorrow inside him for reason he couldn't understand, that is when he saw a light... a star in the distance shining brightly as if it was calling him. This is the story of a boy who ran from the darkness and embraced the light. This is the journey of him finding his own path, purpose and way in life, the journey in which he goes to overcome all that comes in his way to chase just one thing; The Light. This is the story of a young boy, Lucas who searches for his past and finds his present. This is the story of how he who was searching for it himself, became the joy, peace, and light of other.

For Violet Harrington and Ethan Sinclair, love was never meant to be easy. They met in the most unexpected way, two lost souls drawn to each other in the midst of their own struggles. She was a dreamer, an artist who painted to escape reality; he was a realist, a man carrying burdens too heavy for his young heart. Their love was soft, fleeting, like the first snowfall of the year, beautiful but destined to melt away. When fate pulls them apart due to circumstances beyond their control, they always thought, "If we are meant to be, we will find each other again." Years pass. Life moves forward. Violet finds success but never truly forgets the boy who once made her heart race. Ethan, lost in his own battles, wonders if the universe will ever give them another chance. One day, they meet again, but not in the way they imagined. Violet’s heart still carries the echoes of the past, while Ethan is no longer the boy she remembers. They are different people now, shaped by time and pain. But the moment their eyes meet, the love they buried comes rushing back. Do they fight against destiny and rewrite their fate? Or is their love meant to remain a beautiful memory, a story that lives on in the spaces between goodbye and forever?

A famous painter's secrets are hidden in his artwork, but when a ghostwriter is hired to analyze his paintings, she uncovers a dark past that could destroy him-and everything she thought she knew about love.

Eva, an eighteen year old girl, is the daughter of two influential pastors of God's will ministry, one of the most successful churches in the world. Her entire life has always revolved around the church, and she yearns for the freedom to do whatever she wants without being held back by the expectations of being two pastors daughter. Her family moves to a new country due to a promotion, and there she meets Keith Johnson, her hot neighbor, whose window is too close to hers, and she can't resist spying on. God then assigns her the almost impossible task of showing him the light, as Keith shows her glimpses of what she secretly wants but is too scared to pursue. She quickly realizes that the devil doesn't always come with horns, sometimes, he comes in the form of the unbeliever next door trying to break her faith.

The night the stars died, Upon the skies darkest time, God lay herself to pass in a crypt. And from her fear, born Of hatred and revenge, God's body became a being of apocalypse. Two siblings were created in God's final moments- One Who Remembered, and One Who Didn't. They had a rivalry, as most siblings do, as their existence relied upon the others eventual demise. The One Who Remembered stayed upon their Mothers Burial Grounds, and The One Who Did Not was taken far away. But when the pair unknowingly reunite, The One Who Remembers goes by a new name, and The One Who Does Not has lied about their own. When God died, she created fear. Now, that fear has a form, and is more then ready to resurrect her. Even at the cost of the very Planet that births their bones in the first place. Content- Necromancy Religious Trauma Religious Brainwashing Dead children Dead brothel workers and a dragon. (I actually Painted the cover myself while on holiday from uni! Acrylic on Canvas, very fun!) (Will get back to writing over the weekend!)

Dustin Williams, Hailed throughout reality as Celestial Dustin, The King of Everything is done and dusted with life, having fufilled everything he set out to do painting himself to reality like painting on a canvas, he then writes down his autobiography, to inform and inspire future generations, he has seen his wars, countless wars, his bloodline has expanded and prospered throughout the cosmos for eons, but even an immortal being has an ending, but with his last moments he shares to us the tale of his rise to glory, Will you read it?

In the world of Kalhalla, where gods have fallen and their souls lie dormant in crimson crystals, a wretched outcast dares to reshape fate. Kaelis, an 18 year old so hideous and despised that even beggars turn their noses up at him, has only known rejection, scorn, and betrayal. But with the Hammer of Uuen, a relic of unknown power gifted to him as a child, he can do the impossible—reforge the bodies from the souls of the dead, only the ones who died in the war between Gods and Demons. His goal? To forge the one thing the world has denied him: a goddess who will love him. But every goddess he forges turns against him in absurd and terrifying ways. Some try to kill him, others break free, and none see him as anything more than a mistake. Yet, Kaelis refuses to stop. Even as enemies close in, as ancient beings hunt him, villains rising in power, and as the truth of his origins begins to surface... he keeps forging. Because Kaelis has one secret he can’t afford to ignore. He’s dying. And before death claims him, he will forge a goddess who will.

On the brutal planet RIKA, strength is everything. Humanity has been at war with terrifying monsters for centuries, and only Warriors—those with awakened abilities—stand between survival and destruction. But awakening power isn’t easy. Only 5% awaken naturally, while the rest must pay a fortune to gain strength. Jit, an 18-year-old boy from the struggling city of Dalton, has no money, no connections, and no future. With a sick mother, a family to support, and no way to afford the Awakening Guild’s fee, his dreams of becoming a Warrior seem impossible. Until the impossible happens. Jit awakens naturally—but not just with any ability. He gains SSS-Rank powers, abilities so rare they could change the world. With Super Absorption, he can absorb substances to gain Energy Points, fueling his growth. With Energy Transfer, he can heal and restore magic. For the first time, Jit has hope. But in RIKA, power attracts danger. As enemies rise, secrets unfold, and the world’s strongest forces take notice, Jit must fight to survive. Can he rise from nothing and carve his place in history? Or will his newfound strength paint a target on his back?

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] The stormy night was like a canvas, painted with hues of darkness and desire. The wind howled like a beast, threatening to consume everything in its path. And in the midst of it all, I stood at the edge of the cliff, my heart racing with anticipation. He was coming for me. I could feel it in my bones, a shiver that ran down my spine like a whispered promise . A monster, a creature of the night, a beast they called him, But I knew the truth and he was mine. As the lightning flashed, illuminating the dark sky, I saw him. A figure, tall and imposing, standing at the edge of the trees. His eyes gold eyes locked onto mine, his canines elongated and I felt the world around me melt away as I locked eyes with him . I was supposed to be scared but I wasn't. " Ophelia" he whispered, his voice deep yet so tender. He grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him And then, everything went black.

Lucas Grant, a solitary art restorer, is hired to restore an old portrait in a long-abandoned mansion. But as he works on the painting of a missing 19th-century adventurer, strange things begin to happen—whispers in the dark, eerie visions, and a creeping sense of being watched. The portrait seems to hold the key to a dark family secret, and as Lucas unravels its mystery, he becomes increasingly obsessed with the past, losing his grip on reality. Haunted by the spirits of those long gone, Lucas must confront the curse that binds him to the portrait before he becomes its next victim—trapped forever in the whispers of the past.

The two strongest species to walk the elemental planes have never had a hybrid this amazing before. How will the world deal with a being as unreasonably powerful and talented as this? Will they just roll over and accept their fate or will they give our hero a run for his money?

Valeria Hart has always believed that art is an extension of the soul. But no matter how much passion she pours into her paintings, it never seems to be enough—not for the galleries that reject her, not for the clients who undervalue her work, and certainly not for the mounting medical bills threatening to take away the only family she has left. Just when she’s on the verge of giving up, an unexpected offer changes everything. Adrian Sinclair—a wealthy, enigmatic businessman—wants her to paint a portrait of his late brother, Oliver. But this isn’t just any commission. Adrian doesn’t want a simple likeness; he wants a piece of art that breathes, that holds the essence of the brother he lost. As Valeria delves into Oliver’s world—through photographs, stories, and the lingering grief Adrian tries so hard to hide—she finds herself caught between the lines of memory and reality, of passion and restraint. But as she begins to uncover the depth of Adrian’s pain, she also starts to see the cracks in her own guarded heart. With every brushstroke, Valeria paints more than just a portrait—she paints the emotions neither of them are ready to face. But when secrets from the past come to light, Valeria realizes that this commission isn’t just about capturing Oliver’s soul—it’s about uncovering the truth that could change both of their lives forever. A story of art, loss, and unexpected connections, Strokes of You is a heartfelt romance about two people learning to heal—one brushstroke at a time.