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Invader Zim Gaz Time Machine

Reincarnated Supreme Arcane Emperor's Machinations

“Eat shit!” Those were the last two words I shouted before creating the largest supernova and targeting the unknown enemies that called themselves The Order. Everyone was affected, me included. In the end, I, Emperor Vance, died using my own hands. I thought this was it. The Darkness that enveloped me is known as death. That changed when my gaze fell on the pulsating light that joined my presence in the expanse of darkness. It was Arcane; the accumulation of my learnings, the system of magic I built, and the sole owner of the mysterious power was with me in death. ‘Arcane’ enveloped itself to me, becoming the sole radiating light in the dark world. “How long has it been?” However, that single memory I had remaining in this ‘world’ seems to be becoming the only recollection I have left. I’ve become lost in time, drowning myself in the darkness. The only thought that crossed my mind was enduring yet another day in the same situation. Whoosh—! Not until it looked like I was being sucked outside of this nothingness. ‘What the fuck!’ For some strange reason, I felt tears fall down my cheeks, and I had no control over them. “Uwah!” In the first place, why am I crying? ‘And how is it possible to feel someone carrying my back?’ Amidst a series of strange occurrences, four simple words instantly made me realize exactly what was happening. “Congratulations! It’s a boy!” I’ve been reincarnated back into my own world.
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Splinters of Time

In the coastal town of **Sarween**, where the waves of the sea collide with the curse of suspended time, a legend unfolds about a man imprisoned in an endless loop of guilt and oblivion. Adham, the writer who turned his heart into a ledger of lies and ghosts, battles the demons of his memory through **stone towers** that rise from the belly of the sea like divine punishment. Here, where events are born from the womb of pain, **Yara** transforms from a lost daughter into a cosmic enigma: a child who vanishes on a crimson night, only to return as mathematical ciphers that pierce the fabric of reality. Her letters are not cries for help, but calls from parallel worlds mocking humanity’s attempts to grasp time. The **twenty towers**, numbered with the blood of victims, are not mere stone—they are open books bleeding with the wounds of a past rewriting itself. Each tower is a mirror reflecting Adham’s fractured selves: a terrified child, a guilty youth, a weary old man. The **scar above the heart** is but a fiery seal reminding him that the truth is a beast fiercer than any fiction. In this world, time is a poisoned loop: the sea spits out corpses bearing identical DNA, the **white shark** devours the dreams of the past, and shattered mirrors forge parallel universes where Yara does not die… but morphs into an idea haunting her creator. This tale is not a narrative, but a morbid dance between creator and creation. Adham, who believed writing would redeem him, discovers he authored his own prison with his hands: every sentence carved a scar, every chapter lit a candle in the darkness of his conscience. This novel is not about lost time, but about a being who builds his cage from falsified memories and battles mirrors reflecting his image as a crownless executioner. Here, in Sarween, the truth is not a victim… but a killer cloaked in martyrdom. Thus unfolds the legend of **Shards of Time**: like Narcissus gazing at his reflection in the river of memory, drinking from it until death. But here, the river is a sea that regurgitates the names of victims every night, and the mirrors do not reflect faces… they devour them.
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