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Wars Thrones And Conquests

Intergalactic conquest with an AI

Rex was just another slave in the corporate machine, a faceless office worker under the shadow of one of the galaxy's powerful megacorps. His life was predictable and dull, an endless cycle of meaningless reports and fluorescent-lit monotony. That was, until that day.... When a new world was discovered on the outskirts of the galaxy, Rex, like countless other low-ranking employees, found himself dragged into a contract clause he’d barely skimmed years ago. The megacorp ordered him and his coworkers to pack their lives into a transport pod and leave for the unexplored planet. Their mission? Establish a colony. Mine resources. Make the company richer. There was no choice, refusing meant ruin. At first, everything seemed manageable. The days were grueling, the nights cold, but progress was steady. The colony was coming to life. Until the excavation team struck something. No one knew what it was at first, a buried hive, a forgotten ecosystem, or something ancient and dangerous. Whatever it was, it unleashed hell. Swarms of enormous, chittering creatures erupted from the ground, their jagged bodies blotting out the sky. The colony fell into chaos. Screams echoed through the air as the bugs tore through everything in their path, walls, machines, and people. Rex barely survived. Bloodied, broken, and pinned beneath the rubble, he should have died there. But in the pitch-black silence of his fading consciousness, a voice spoke to him. Cold. Mechanical. Otherworldly. "Do you wish to live?" When Rex woke, he was no longer the man he’d been. His body was no longer human flesh and bone but something far more alien. His skin shimmered with living metal, his mind infused with the power of Cleo, a mysterious AI from a long-extinct, robotic race known as the Kaelzars. Cleo’s presence pulsed through his thoughts, guiding him and transforming him. He wasn’t just alive. He was reborn. But survival came at a price. Rex was no longer a pawn of the megacorp; he was something more dangerous, something they couldn’t control. As Cleo’s intentions began to reveal themselves, Rex found himself standing on the precipice of war, not just with the bugs but with forces far greater than he could have imagined. This was the beginning of a journey through blood-soaked battlefields and treacherous alliances. Along the way, Rex would encounter allies, brilliant, flawed, and unpredictable, and enemies whose ambitions were as sharp as their blades. These weren’t disposable foes, easily crushed by an overpowered hero. They were cunning, relentless, and human in the most terrifying ways. But then again, in war, who can truly be called a villain? New chapters every day at: [2 A.M GMT+8 Time!]
Shazorwy · 579.1K Views

The Throne of Fate

The Throne of fate _Fantasy story. Betrayed by blood. Murdered in silence. Reborn with vengeance. Once, Princess Gwendolyn was the rightful heir to the throne of Vernom—a kingdom where daughters were seen as lesser, and power was a game played by men. She was kind, strong, and just, but none of it mattered. Her stepmother, Queen Morganna, saw her as a threat and, in the dead of night, ended her life with cold steel. But fate is not so easily swayed. Reincarnated as Merdrith—the daughter of the very woman who killed her—Gwendolyn is reborn into the same palace that betrayed her. Yet this time, she is no naive princess. From the moment she opens her eyes, she remembers everything: the pain, the betrayal, and the stolen crown. She may be a child in body, but her mind is sharp, cunning, and filled with the thirst for retribution. As the years pass, Merdrith plays her part flawlessly. She is the perfect daughter, the beloved princess, the innocent girl who knows nothing of the kingdom’s cruel past. But behind her sweet smiles, she is setting the board for a grander game—one where she holds all the pieces. She manipulates the court, turns enemies into allies, and weaves chaos into the very fabric of Vernom. Yet, one person remains her greatest obstacle—King Darius, her half-brother, and the only one who ever truly saw Gwendolyn. He suspects something, sees the flickers of his lost sister in Merdrith’s eyes. But is he an enemy or a pawn in her greater plan? As war looms on the horizon and the kingdom teeters on the edge of ruin, Merdrith must make a choice: take back her throne through cunning and justice, or let the flames of vengeance consume her and everyone who wronged her. One thing is certain—the true heir has returned, and this time, she will not be silenced. A tale of power, betrayal, and a queen reborn, The Throne of Fate will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.
Mirriam97 · 1K Views

Soul Wars

~~{ WSA Beginners Entry 2025}~~ After a disagreement with his brother, Ahriman left the house and headed toward his sister Sugar’s apartment. However, he never made it there. The taxi he was in got into a serious accident with a carrier truck, landing him in the hospital. The doctors, still baffled, called it a miracle that he had survived—but that wasn’t the only strange thing. Before waking up in the hospital, Ahriman had a vivid and bizarre dream. He saw strange, almost unreal things. When he finally came to, he noticed the doctors acting oddly, and even he himself felt different—like something was off. Yet, due to his detached personality, which led him to ignore anything that didn’t directly cause problems in his life, he chose to brush it off and be grateful for his second chance at life. But fate had other plans. That very night, Ahriman started experiencing vivid nightmares. He saw eerily realistic places—places that seemed real, yet were inhabited by grotesque, shadowy creatures. Strangely enough, they ignored him entirely. But what disturbed him even more was waking up in the morning feeling completely unrested, as if he hadn’t slept at all. Even after recovering from his accident, the cycle of dreams persisted, gradually wearing him down. His sleep deprivation became apparent in his body, yet he had no choice but to continue his daily routine—attending college, working his part-time job, and simply trying to function despite his exhaustion. Then, something even stranger happened. In one of his vivid dreams, he encountered a human woman—something that had never happened before. Before he could make sense of it, the dream abruptly ended. His alarm woke him up. I heard it faintly at first—a soft ding-dong cutting through the silence. As it grew louder, the metallic chime seemed to vibrate in my chest, lingering in the still air and pulling my attention toward it. My hands moved involuntarily, silencing the sound. I felt groggy. My body was heavy, my mind still hazy, lingering with a soft, rhythmic thumping. It was already eight-thirty—exactly when I had set my alarm—but I didn’t feel like getting up. Without opening my eyes, I considered sleeping a little longer. Why does my body feel so heavy? And what is this soft thing lying on top of me? Suddenly, memories rushed back into my mind. My eyes shot open. The familiar white-painted ceiling came into view. My room. I exhaled deeply in relief. The dream I had today… It was terrifying in so many ways. The more I thought about it, the more a strange feeling crept up on me. I couldn’t explain it, but— “I feel like beating the shit out of someone,” I muttered. As I stared blankly at the ceiling, a soft, fair hand suddenly touched my face. A hand? Slowly, I moved my gaze downward. “Huh—Haah!” Before I knew it, the words slipped from my mouth. Lying near my stomach, as if peacefully asleep, was the mysterious masked woman. But maybe it was just a hallucination. Because in the very next moment—she vanished. From that day forward, his condition worsened. His nightmares didn’t just haunt his sleep anymore—they began bleeding into his waking reality. His already confused, exhausted mind started to crack under the pressure, pushing him closer to the edge. Until, a week later, she appeared before him again—this time, undeniably real."
inzi · 3.5K Views

Villain : Conquest

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)
Lone_Raut_ · 770.3K Views
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