Dust

The world froze. Literally froze. The chattering students, the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, even the dust motes in the air – all suspended in perfect stillness. "Oh wonderful hero," a melodious voice echoed through the room. "Your world faces a terrible crisis, and you have been chosen to—" "No," he said flatly. A pause. Then a shimmer of golden light coalesced into the form of a beautiful woman in flowing robes. She blinked at him. "I... what?" "I said no. I'm not interested in whatever quest or destiny you're selling. Pick someone else." The goddess's perfect features creased in confusion. "But... but you've been chosen! The prophecy speaks of a warrior with a fierce spirit, one who—" "Lady, I don't care about your prophecy. I've got enough problems here without adding some fantasy world's issues to the mix. Now un-freeze time and leave me alone." "You don't understand," she pressed. "Our world is being ravaged by the Demon King's armies! Millions will die without—"

Tigers beget tigers, and lions beget lions. But not in this case. Mao Jin, the only son of the Dust Valley Sect Master, became the laughingstock of the sect due to his trashy talent. At eighteen, he was still stuck in the Mortal Rank-1 realm, with no hope of breaking through to the next stage. Even his parents had given up on him as a cultivator, wishing only for him to live a mortal life. However, everything changed when Mao Jin earned his first income. That was when he realized—what he truly needed wasn’t talent, but money. With money comes unparalleled talents. From a nobody to a visionary, watch as Mao Jin transforms the Dust Valley Sect into a thriving business hub while rising to power!

William was but an ordinary man—until fate saw fit to thrust him fifteen years into the past. Yet, this was no mere journey through time; he awoke not in his own flesh, but in that of the third son of Duke Herne, the most formidable noble in the realm. Now, amidst the glittering halls of power, where smiles conceal daggers and honour is but a well-spoken lie, William must navigate a world where commoners are naught but dust beneath the boots of the aristocracy. In this treacherous game of deception and ambition, he must learn quickly—for in the world of the nobility, ignorance is a death sentence ---------------------------- Hear ye, my loyal readers… From this day onward, updates shall be limited to three chapters per day—no more! Alas, my quill grows weary, and my stockpile of chapters runs thin. The weight of silence presses upon this tale, and my passion falters… I ask but a simple boon—Golden Tickets and a flood of reviews! Shall this humble plea go unanswered?.

Il était un orphelin avec une aptitude médiocre et un milieu modeste. Grâce à la persévérance et à une réticence à se contenter de la médiocrité, il pratiquait désespérément la cultivation. Par un coup de chance, il a éveillé l'Âme Martiale Ancienne, depuis longtemps éteinte dans ce monde, et à partir de ce moment-là, son ascension fut imparable, telle une comète s'élevant haut, s'engageant dans un voyage de cultivation pour dominer le monde. Débutant comme un mendiant qui était malmené par les autres, il a commencé à briller à chaque pas, entrant dans une ère de chaos où les Sectes sont nombreuses, les talents abondent, les Dix Mille Clans luttent pour le pouvoir, et les héros humains émergent les uns après les autres dans un monde vaste et magnifique. Avec l'Âme Martiale du 'Tyran Céleste', il a juré de forger son propre mythe !

Er war ein Waisenkind mit mittelmäßiger Begabung und einem bescheidenen Hintergrund. Durch seine Ausdauer und seinen Unwillen, sich mit Mittelmäßigkeit zufrieden zu geben, kultivierte er verzweifelt. Durch einen glücklichen Zufall erweckte er die alte Kampfseele, die in dieser Welt schon lange ausgestorben war, und von diesem Moment an war sein Aufstieg unaufhaltsam, wie ein Komet, der hoch aufsteigt und sich auf eine Kultivierungsreise begibt, um die Welt zu beherrschen. Er begann als Bettler, der von anderen schikaniert wurde, und begann mit jedem Schritt zu glänzen. Er trat in eine Ära des Chaos ein, in der es zahlreiche Sekten gibt, Talente im Überfluss vorhanden sind, die Zehntausend Clans um die Macht wetteifern und ein menschlicher Held nach dem anderen in einer riesigen und großartigen Welt auftaucht. Mit der "Tyrannenhimmel-Kampfseele" schwor er sich, seinen eigenen Mythos zu schmieden!

Su Chengyu took the blame for his wife and went to prison for three years. Upon release, he realized that she had betrayed him. Despite this, he benefited from misfortune and comprehended the Dao, stepping into the world of immortal cultivators. He could easily master immortal techniques and ancient martial arts. He could also refine pills, draw talismans, treat illnesses, and save people at will! Su Chengyu postured crazily in the Red Dust City, vowing to find out the truth behind the death of his 127 Su family members 26 years ago.

The frail young lady of the Tang Family, raised for five years in the Daoist temple, was brought back home. Everyone harbored their own thoughts, preparing to welcome a delicate and sickly young girl, only to be met with a bright and shiny Little Baldy. She followed them around like a little tail, proclaiming that their days were numbered. Initially, the Tang Family resisted this, arguing that even if she wasn't a sweet and adorable child, she shouldn't be a nonsensical Little Swindler! Latter on, as the little girl, vexed and embarrassed the bad guys with talk of imminent retaliation, amid everyone's cries of alarm, she confronted them with a little dust whisk in one hand and a small clenched fist in the other in an attempt to 'conquer with virtue' on their behalf. The Tang Family, gradually freeloading: Delicious! ** In the wealthy Rong Family, with a century-old legacy, there were rumors that a precious young master resided within its vast estate, dressed in traditional Tang Suit, his wrist adorned with Buddha Beads, a figure everyone dreaded. One day, under the pear tree in the courtyard, on the recliner, lay a pile of fluffy yarn balls neatly placed on the knees of that always composed and sagacious youth who was almost bewitching. The Personal Guard was puzzled, as the young master's fingers were never known to touch even spring water. Then they heard the young master ask in a gentle voice: After much consideration, a fluffy hat seems warmer, don't you think? Which color do you think Jinjin would look good in, pink or multicolored? Personal Guard: ??? ** Rong Qing had known since he was young that he was different from others, with a heavy malevolence about him, calling evil spirits close. That is until he met Tang Jin wielding a little dust whisk, pinning Evil Spirits to the ground and pummeling them, while others fled in all directions, as she recited "the sea of bitterness has no bounds, turn your head to see the shore." Latter on, Rong Qing, touching her Little Baldy head, pulled her hand with a smile: Jinjin, would you care to save your brother as well? Seeing that you're so pretty, Little Milk Jin let herself be led by the hand, cooing with reserved pride: I can.

Modern farmer Mark Thompson unexpectedly finds himself transported to 1930s America, in the midst of the Great Depression, where he becomes a struggling, debt-ridden farmer. He has no supernatural abilities, no system to guide him, and no advanced technology at his disposal—only his agricultural expertise, survival skills from his past as a mercenary, and a vague knowledge of future history. In an era ravaged by famine, economic collapse, and social unrest, Mark must find a way to survive and turn his dire circumstances around. But even greater challenges lie ahead. With the looming Dust Bowl disaster, ruthless gangs, relentless debt collectors, and shifting government policies, can he rely on his intelligence and determination to change the fate of this land? This is a story of survival, perseverance, and the rise of a business empire—one man's journey to rebuild himself and seize control of the future in the darkest of times.

"Young people often fall for the wrong people, and I guess my wrong person was you." Morana, a young lady, who was treated cruely by her family, unwanted by the society, was assassinated by her husband and her supposed step-sister. "Even if I had to crawl out of the depths of hell, I would return. I would make them pay for every lie, every betrayal, every moment of agony they had inflicted on me. And when I did, they would know the full weight of my wrath." Those were her last words before she succumbed to darkeness. But she never expected to be given a second chance at life. "Three hundred and sixty-five days. That is the time you have to carry out your revenge. If you succeed, your soul will be free to move on. But if you fail..." My throat tightened. "If I fail?" The being’s glow darkened, and its voice echoed with finality. "You will cease to exist. Your soul will turn to dust and vanish, leaving no trace of you in any realm." What happens after she exhaust one year, even if she succeed in seeking revenge?

Glenn Hughes had spent most of his life confined to a hospital bed. Brilliant yet shackled by a cruel fate, he endured ten long years under the relentless weight of an unforgiving disease. Between medications, surgeries, and agonizing treatments, death had begun to seem less like an end and more like a mercy. But when he finally closed his eyes for the last time… rest did not come. The stench of sweat, dust, and blood was the first thing to greet him. Shackled, filthy, and drained of strength, his body was no longer his own. He was no longer in a hospital but in a cell. No longer a patient, but a prisoner. “What the… what the hell is this?” Glenn had been thrust into a world of steel and prana, reborn in the body of a condemned slave. Once a noble, now nothing more than a number among the damned. Yet, something was different. There was a reason he was still alive. Witness Glenn’s transformation as he is dragged through agony and ecstasy, suffering and desire, boundless pleasure and unrelenting torment—all while shouldering a burden so crushing that any other man would break. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ No netorare (NTR), no system, no incest, no consanguineous relationships.

In a universe where the fragile balance between freedom and control is unraveling, an ancient power reawakens—the crystal, a relic of unfathomable energy capable of reshaping existence itself. Four cosmic factions, each driven by their own vision for the future, race against time to seize the crystal before their rivals do, igniting a war that will decide the fate of reality itself. The Luminaries, champions of justice and cosmic harmony, seek to prevent the crystal from falling into the wrong hands. The Kivuli, masters of shadow and manipulation, crave absolute control to enforce what they see as universal order. The Cosmic Command Collective (CCC), a ruthless machine of galactic conquest, seeks the crystal to cement their rule over all existence. And the Wardens, a rebellious force of outlaws and idealists, fight to break the chains of oppression, even if it means unleashing chaos. As these factions collide across the cosmos—from shattered worlds to celestial battlegrounds—ancient rivalries resurface, alliances are tested, and betrayals rewrite destiny. But as they inch closer to the crystal, they begin to realize that the true danger isn’t just each other—it’s the raw, unchecked power they seek to control. When the final confrontation erupts at the heart of the universe, the battle will transcend mere war. It will become a test of ideology, morality, and the very nature of power itself. As the dust settles, only one truth will remain: those who seek to shape the cosmos must first face the consequences of wielding creation itself.

Warning: Not For The Weak In Heart! In a world where power is everything, heroes and villains are just brands, controlled, sold, and discarded by the elites who pull the strings. The law is a lie. Strength is the only currency. And the underworld? It belongs to those ruthless enough to seize it. Gina was born as the daughter of a villain, raised in the assassin faction called the Endbringers. She never wanted to follow in her mother’s footsteps. But when she awakens her ability, the world forces a choice upon her. The system offers her a role as a hero, a puppet wrapped in gold chains, controlled by the same elites who killed her father. The alternative? Be branded a villain like her mother, who is now a hunted fugitive, moving from safe house to safe house, with no place to called home. She chose neither of them. But Instead, she created the third path... "I will carve my path to the throne of the underworld. And when the dust settles, there will be no kings, no lords..." "Only Me The KINGPIN." "The One Who Rules All." [A/N: If you don't like an overpowered heartless MC, then this novel isn't for you]

[ A/N: This is a modern fantasy novel happening in a slightly more advanced parallel earth. The novel will delve into dark themes with a lot of blood and gore. Main character is a Villian that regresses to a time before he lost everything. The main theme of the novel is revenge. The main character’s ability is blood manipulation.] ---- As demons attacked the world, one of the most feared villain known to mankind escaped his prison. For the past decade, the high-security containment zone, "The Abyss," had held him captive. But recent demon attacks forced the transfer of essential prison personnel, weakening its security. Seizing this opportunity, Oliver Thorne escaped. Contrary to expectations, he displayed no anger, rage, or remorse, instead heading directly for the heart of the demon army. The blood of the fallen rose like a tsunami, merging with him as he flew across the sky. He reached the center of the demon army. Suddenly, the world turned crimson. An enormous energy wave tore through space and time, shredding the strongest demons into dust. More blood erupted, fueling further explosions. Until everything was reduced to dust. The crimson devil, the supposedly unkillable villain, finally perished. But unknown to him, fate had other plans. After death, Oliver Thorne was sent to his teenage years. The time before he became a villain. What would he do with the unexpected second chance he received? [ A/N: This is a modern fantasy novel happening in a slightly more advanced parallel earth. The novel will delve into dark themes with a lot of blood and gore. Main character is a Villian that regresses to a time before he lost everything. The main character’s ability is blood manipulation.] Tags : Action, Adventure, Scheming Protagonist, Villainous Protagonist, Politics, War, Military, Otherworld, Portal, Monsters. Super power, Super heroes, Super villains.

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted its wielder otherworldly power. Countless powerful Magi from all across the universe waged an epic battle over it. When the dust settled from their fierce clash, the artifact disappeared, awaiting to be inherited by one with great destiny. Adam dreamed of breaking free from the grip of poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. However, learning magic was an expensive aspiration. Not only did it require talent, but also vast resources, neither of which he had. But one day everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Join my discord: https://discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv

The world shattered in a single moment. Skies burned, cities fell, and monsters burst forth from the void. Civilization collapsed, leaving only the strong to carve out a future in the ruins. Amidst the chaos, Levi awakened to [Seer of Myriad Self]—a class that grants him visions of alternate selves across countless realities. Conquerors, emperors, warlords—each ruling their domains and bending fate to their will. But Levi? He can only watch. No strength, no magic, no combat prowess—just glimpses of what he might have been. A seemingly useless class in an unforgiving apocalypse. Yet Levi refuses to be bound by fate. If the world won’t grant him power, he’ll seize it. If he can’t change his class, he’ll forge his own path. He will learn, adapt, and devour every secret this new world offers. He will not merely survive—he will conquer. And when the dust settles, when gods and monsters kneel before him, Levi will not just stand at the pinnacle. He will be the one who owns it.

No one was greater than the Titans, their words were the laws , they held each other's hands and touched the sky, tried to size it , a foolish decision paved the road to their doom Men grew wings and lived above the clouds looking down at the mortal dust, shining with the Halo of divinity ,but those who can't create life are no gods as even those who willed the wind and seas , and moved the sun and the moon were no gods They forgot that the mortal dust once raised their heaven above the clouds and gave them wings They forgot the score of their power, and how much of it they can really Weald ,a typical human behavior You are a tool for them, a tool that can slit their through , the bastard son of heaven , just a glorified ox that does their dirty jobs But The bastard is forever a bastard even if he has a god as a father Don't compromise,and don't back down, as i live you are irreplaceable for them, don't sacrifice yourself for another, your life is more precious than anyone's life, and people tend to forget what you did for them anyway, let them rot , as when you bleed no one of them is going to bitty you

Lin Jichen, a Dao Comprehension Realm expert and the number one spell cultivator in "Eight Desolations", was once revered by countless followers, capable of commanding the winds and rain, with limitless potential on his path to immortality. However, he was betrayed by both his lover and his sworn brother, deceived into entering the cave of Dengxian Realms boss, Zhu Jiuyin, where he ultimately met his demise, devoured by the beast, his soul extinguished. But fate was not yet done with him. Lin Jichen is reborn—one day before the launch of "Eight Desolations". Given a second chance at life, he resolutely abandons spell cultivation and takes up the sword, carving out his own future and rewriting his destiny! Before the game merges with reality, he will seize every possible advantage—leaving everyone else in the dust! 1-2 Chapters per day \\\\ This novel is an translation of the original work "全职剑修" by the author 清酒半壶. All rights to the original work belong to its creator. I really enjoyed this story, and that’s why I’m translating it so others can experience it too. If the original author wishes for the translation to be removed, I will gladly comply.

Under the sky of history, whether you love or not, you are merely a speck of dust. No matter who you are, what you can grasp is only yourself.

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

Man is a trichotomous being, made up of the body, the spirit and the soul. The body is the material part of him, formed from the dust of the earth, the spirit is the breath in him which gives him the consciousness about how to think, eat, walk, manipulate, and most especially, having a free will, which gives him the consciousness of right and wrong, and that is why he has a soul. This Soul of his, is the recipient of every action and every reaction exhibited by the Body through the Spirit. That is to say, whatever the Body and Spirit do (right or wrong) eventually affects the Soul, positively or negatively.

Fantasy… with a side of romance (and just a sprinkle of impending doom). "When the last of the Starlight Witches falls, the door to Eternity will open." A long-forgotten prophecy, collecting dust for five thousand years. Silent, ominous… and, quite frankly, not Amriel Varden’s problem. She was supposed to have a quiet life. In two weeks, she’ll graduate from the Academy, leave magic behind, and maybe—just maybe—finally get some sleep. But the universe has other plans. Because one morning, Amriel wakes up with an ability she definitely did not sign up for, dark forces start crawling out of the woodwork, and suddenly, she’s at the center of a prophecy that could break the world. Now, she’s got ancient magic stirring, shadowy figures lurking, and a destiny she’s really hoping is optional. (Spoiler: It’s not.)

When Gilbert Adham climbs desperately the ladder of success in the Guardian Organisation of Hendricks, he is left lonely in the dust, a pile of ashes in the form of scandles as a consolation prize for failing, humiliated. While the world moves on, his story is not over, for he is left to join back the rest of the populace embracing the heroes of Hendricks as a bystander in the slumps. However, the secrets of this world and its ecosystem were not as obvious to him as he once thought they were. "Project ENVY" is the tale of a man reconciling with the journey and learning to let go, while slowly piecing together the shocking tale of how he was banned from the organisation he worked so desperately for. STORY: Ori Taggart COVER ART: Ori Taggart (no-AI)

Humans are fickle creatures—pawns in a game far beyond their grasp. They kneel before the heavens, whispering prayers to gods who see them as nothing more than dust. Bei Zui once prayed too. Once begged. Once bled for their mercy. But mercy never came. Now, he no longer asks. He takes. With every life he sacrifices, the heavens tremble beneath his blade, their divine blood staining his hands. He walks a path carved from vengeance, cold and unyielding, until the last god falls and the skies drown in ruin.

The world was forged in war, tempered in blood, and ruled by the strong. Kingdoms rose and fell at the edge of a blade, and power was the only law. Nobility held sway over the weak, their last names etched into history, while those without one were little more than dust beneath their boots. In this world of cold steel, alchemy, and martial prowess, a child without a name or lineage would have to carve his own fate through sheer will alone.

Fourteen-year-old Kamitsu lives a quiet, secluded life in a cabin nestled on the slopes of Mount Fuji, under the care of his elderly guardian, Jiro. Sharing this solitude is Serpent, an emerald-scaled companion born on the same day as him, bound to his soul and destined for greatness. Kamitsu’s life, steeped in routine and shadowed by the legacy of his parents and an unspoken prophecy, is filled with an uneasy stillness. As he sets out on a familiar chore to gather herbs in the snow-dusted woods, the tranquility of his mountain world is disrupted. An ominous tension lingers in the air, a quiet yet undeniable shift that hints at the stirrings of forces beyond Kamitsu’s understanding. The mountain, as ancient and mysterious as the destiny Kamitsu carries, whispers of challenges that lie ahead.

Betrayal was the dagger that carved Ezriel Mercer’s tragic fate. A girl who once lived with trust in her heart now lingers as a phantom in the house where love turned to treachery. Her father, the man meant to protect her, and Melvin, the boy she adored, conspired with her stepsister to silence her forever—all for the wealth her late mother left behind. But death did not steal her purpose. She rose from the abyss, a whisper in the shadows, a force unseen yet unyielding. For four years, she haunted these halls, her presence an unrelenting curse upon those who dared lay claim to what was never theirs. They feared her, fled from her, leaving the house to decay, just as their souls had long before. Then he came. Naithen—an outsider, a seeker of light in forgotten places, drawn here not by greed but by passion. With a camera in his hands and an untamed curiosity, he never expected to meet the ghost of a girl who still dreamed, still fought, still felt. When he learns the truth buried beneath dust and silence, he does not run. He stays. But can a boy who chases moments in time help a girl who is trapped beyond it? Between the living and the dead, between revenge and redemption, their hearts awaken to an impossible love. But some curses are not meant to be broken, and some fates are crueler than death itself. In a world where she exists in echoes and he in fleeting breaths, can love defy the boundaries of life and death?

Set in an apocalyptic world after World War III, billions are dead while millions are suffering from the indirect effects of nuclear radiation. Before humanity can get its act together, a massive asteroid that can destroy life on earth is spotted. The World Government races to stop it. It tries and fails. A fragment lands in a tiny nation wreaking untold havoc. Exposure to the meteorite debris dust kills off everyone except one person with a rare blood condition. Bosco Masaba is a struggling medical student who gets exposed to the mutated blood transforming his genes as well as granting him powers. Our story starts from there…

Zeriel is a powerful CEO, a multi-billionaire known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, a man who has everything,except a heart open to love. To the world, he’s a shrewd businessman with no tolerance for weakness or attachment, but in truth, Zeriel hides a far darker secret. He is not human, but a hybrid of two fae lineages: one dark, one light. Born with ethereal wings and supernatural powers, he’s spent his life concealing his true identity, blending seamlessly into the human world. But Zeriel’s existence is shadowed by a curse: he is destined to die at thirty, a fate decreed at birth for being an “abomination” in the eyes of his people. To escape this grim destiny, Zeriel fled the fae realm and made a life among humans, focused solely on finding a way to break the curse. Love is not only unimportant to him; he believes it is a weakness, a trap for the foolhardy. Until he meets her: a human woman whose spirit challenges and infuriates him in equal measure. He despises her fiery resilience, her ability to see through his hardened exterior—but he is helplessly drawn to her, feeling emotions that had long ago turned to dust within him. As he battles his growing feelings, Zeriel is thrust into a dilemma. If he opens his heart to love, will he weaken himself and risk his only chance at survival? Or could this forbidden love hold the key to saving his life, transforming him into something his people could never imagine? Join Zeriel on a perilous journey where dark secrets unravel, battles are waged in both realms, and one love could alter the fate of two worlds. Will he defy his curse, or will his heart betray him when he needs it most?

In a world overrun by demons and wreaking havoc, people rise up as one to repel this aggression.In this story, its hero, John Verita, appears.To save the world from the tyranny of Satan and achieve balance hand in hand with the protectors of Light organization.

Humanity was already teetering on the edge. Nations crumbled under the weight of war, resources dwindled, and old alliances shattered into dust. What began as political unrest spiraled into full-scale conflict, a global war waged not just between countries, but between ideologies, factions, and those desperate to survive. Then, the world itself changed. A cosmic anomaly, whether a natural event or something far more sinister bathed the Earth in an unknown energy. Some claimed it was evolution, others a curse. But the result was undeniable: people began awakening unique abilities. At first, they were scattered, anomalies among the ruins. But as their numbers grew, so did the chaos. These new powers ignited the dying embers of war into an unstoppable inferno. Factions rose, each seeking dominance, some believing they were humanity’s salvation, others embracing raw power for conquest. Governments, if they could even be called that anymore, desperately tried to regulate the gifted, while extremists hunted them down out of fear. And from the shadows, outside threats, beings or forces awakened by the same event watched, waiting for their moment to strike. With civilization on its last breath, the question remains: will these new abilities be the key to survival, or the final push into oblivion?