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Suddenly, the mysterious book I received turned out to describe my own life? Once I chose to change my destiny, the life within the book changed as well. In the book, I encountered insincerity, spent ten years behind bars, and witnessed viruses laying Siege... Cancer, bus plunging off cliffs, plane crashes, senile dementia ... even the end of days – a variety of deaths; was this fate's punishment for the rebels? No one is a hero; it is just that this disaster-ridden fate forcibly made me into a warrior charging into battle. Those who killed me over and over will ultimately make me stronger! Through numerous life simulations, I amassed wealth from the financial markets, rescued innocent girls from felons, and acquired advanced technology from the future... Although I always encounter various disasters and accidents, I still strive to flutter the butterfly's wings, changing my original fate little by little. After countless simulations, the world too embarked on a completely different path. However, where did this autobiography come from? Behind it all, what kind of unknown conspiracy is lurking... [A literary man's laid-back daily life of unlimited simulations to save the world]

Possessing Divine Skill defying the Heavenly Gods, equipped with unmatched medical expertise. Under the name of Martial God, guarding the world. In this colorful city, create the supreme legend.

In a world where cultivators wield the power of stars and ancient tools hum with magic, Mo Zhenyu is both a warrior, and a painter. Armed with brushes, scrolls, and a sharp wit, he travels through dazzling kingdoms, forgotten islands, and storm-swept seas, capturing beauty, mystery, and the heartbeat of the universe in every stroke. Beneath his quiet smile lies a past scarred by betrayal and loss, but Zhenyu paints not to forget... he paints to remember, to wonder, and to live. A story of colors, constellations, and curious friendships, Painting Heavens is a whimsical adventure that proves sometimes, the brush can reach further than the blade.

In a world where the gods of legend have become actual fact, a few misnomers from another planet seek to simply live their lives in peace. If you could choose one word from the dictionary, one that simply defines you to the core of your soul, what would you say your definition is?

Have you ever how the 'unique quest chains' are born, how 'mega-rare super-items' just drop out of thin air, and why every random minor character in the starting village is a hidden expert? I am the reason. I am the silently curshing ghost ofthe machine running cogs of 'secret quests', the plot-driving device of destiny, the shepherd to the millions of players that just KNOW that every stone holds a unique opportunity for loot, lore and skills. I am a sole Admin of the greatest DMMO-RPG, partialy AI and a man who holds the great responsibility overseeing the life of the game... With a slight problem though. The game was destroyed a week before it's start. Completely. So now there is no game. There are players, me and million of cheap tricks I honed in my life for the single goal of proving to all of you, that... This game definitely does exist. --- First of all, I post this book on my Patreon. 18 chapters of this book are there - for 3$ it's all yours... Though, of course, I will be posting it for free on this site too. Except I first post them on my Patreon - so now 1 chapter is here - and 19 are there. When it would have 10 chapters here? 28 chapters are there. So... You know? You can support my life there for 18 chapters ahead of the curve. I will be very grateful!

She was never the real heiress—but maybe she can be the author of her own happy ending. A charming, colorful story of starting over, risking your heart, and learning love was never about perfect pedigrees

“If God loved you so much, he wouldn’t have put you against me.” … In the present of this age’s fantasy, what the world needs is not a hero but a priest working part time as a Necromancer. Healing by the day, hunting dark mages by the night, presenting you, Elios, the guy who will solve all your problems by any means as long as you pay him the right. A demon is haunting you? Call Elios. The guards aren’t accepting bribes? Call Elios. Your toilet ain’t getting flushed? Call Elios. There are no limitations to what you can ask. As long as there is a right price, everything is possible. Our dependable priest is capable of any and everything. Ah! Though there is one thing you can never ask him to do. Children. You can’t ask him to hurt them. And perhaps you should never mention anything related to that as well. Or else… Even death would be mercy. … In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives. They rule the world’s 7 nations: The Nation of Light and Sun The Nation of Water The Nation of Fire The Nation of Life The Nation of Earth The Nation of Moon The Nation of Wind Each ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling. But that is only the first page of this world. The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate. The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods. The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally. And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world. A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence. In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction… Or so it was supposed to happen..

Sẽ như thế nào, nếu tồn tại một Thế giới, nơi những màu sắc được "nhân hóa" trở thành một con người thật? Sẽ thế nào, nếu những sắc màu ta thấy thường ngày, hay thậm chí những Màu sắc mà bạn yêu thích, bỗng có một nhân tính, có một ước mơ, một cuộc đời đầy rẫy thử thách? Finale of Color, nơi những câu chuyện bắt đầu cùng với những 'Màu sắc' đó trên hành trình thay đổi bản thân, đạt đến những ước mơ và trở thành phiên bản mạnh mẽ nhất của họ. (Vì tôi chỉ là một cái rìu, nên hi vọng sẽ được tiếp đón các đóng góp đến từ bộ não thiên tài của những con người và các nhà hảo tâm.) (Dự kiến chuyển thể truyện tranh, mặc dù chính cái rìu này cũng biết thừa còn lâu mới làm được... 10 năm nữa chăng?)

In this world, every child in the kingdom of Azrathis must drink the juice of the sacred Celestara Fruit. It awakens their blood—revealing their destiny. Red is normal. Silver is noble. Gold is divine. But when Leon Graves drinks it... His blood turns purple. A color long lost to history. The color of demons. The color of destruction. as Leon dives deeper into the truth of his power—he begins to uncover something far darker. The world is not what it seems. The history they teach? Twisted. The bloodlines they worship? Corrupt. The very country he was raised to protect… built on lies. And at the center of it all—his blood. His curse. His fate.

Liam is the definition of bad boy. With a great body that could sway every girl off her feet. Between classes and drinking parties, sex and girls, Liam had it all. Until Eva.. She is small, pretty and shy. Will she be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive? Eva never imagined that Liam would be the one to disvirgin her. All Rights Reserved

He paints for spirits, but he only hunts for one: Lulu. Allan's journey to find his lost love takes him to the heart of the Mega Kingdom. But what he discovers is not the woman he remembers, but a destiny he never asked for. He is no mere painter—he is a mage, and the gods have chosen him. An empire is in chains, ruled by a celestial witch whose power is absolute. To free its people, Allan must become the weapon they need. But will the power required to challenge a sorceress cost him the very soul he set out to save?

in a world where empires are separated by the color they represent, an aspiring knight seeks to cement himself in history, little does he know, his role in history shall be far more than he had originally intended

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Two colors. One throne. And a kingdom built on lies. After the High King's sudden assassination, the kingdom stands divided. The Red Crown rises in the name of justice and equality— but behind its flame lies deceit and bloodshed. The Blue Banner defends the fading truth, struggling to hold onto ancient values. In the shadows of a dying monarchy, one forgotten heir awakens. Not to rule, but to reveal the truth that both sides fear. As lies become law, and banners become weapons— who will bleed… and who will rise? The Crown That Bled, The Banner That Rose A political fantasy of war, betrayal, and the cost of truth.

In Feyland, many realms exist. There is a realm painted in soft pastel light, one that glows with vibrant, bright colors, and another drowned in pure darkness—with no color, no light, and no warmth. But there is one more realm, untouched by most. A realm where only one Fey lives. It is the darkest of them all… but its darkness glows. It is beautiful. And terrifying. In a land divided by light and shadow… will love still rise?

The infamous White Clan robbed A-rank investigator James Ross's happiness by setting his house on fire, and—! Ross wants to get revenge on them after that event, but he must overcome obstacles to reach the leader of the White Clan with his allies.

Mike Thawnfield was basking at a beach when a sudden burst of magic sent him falling into the chaotic world of Loonè. Radiance! Colors! And Magical Beasts! Loone is ruthless, and to survive, he must become worse. Whatever force brought him here didn’t leave him empty-handed. It gave him power. A weapon. A way to dominate the magical beasts of this world. But taming beasts takes more than strength. It takes surrendering who he once was… and becoming something new. Will he thrive? Or be devoured by Loonè, or by himself?

In the 3,476th year of the Celestial Calendar, the Heavenly Emperor—whose divinity was rivaled only by his boredom—rewrote the Immortal Code of Gender Assignments during a particularly uneventful spring. According to Clause 89, Subsection Moonlight, Paragraph Absolutely-Not-Optional, any being born with an overwhelmingly high-yin spiritual constitution could only, by universal decree, be classified as female. It was simple. Efficient. Divine. Except… someone made a mistake. A mortal child was born deep within the darkest stretch of the Eternal Spirit Forest, surrounded by mist, mystery, and mushrooms that sang lullabies. He was bright-eyed, soft-voiced, high-yin… and very, very male. The thunder cracked the day he laughed. A white wolf howled. A snake offered him venom like warm milk. The trees whispered ancient songs. And the heavens? Well, they began preparing lightning bolts on standby—just in case someone down there got too clever and said something like: “Wait… is that a boy?” Boom. Thus began the most unusual cultivation tale in ten thousand realms. A tale of a child raised by beasts, mistaken for a goddess, blessed with yin that could stop hearts, and cursed with thunder that would smite anyone who dared question the Heavenly Code. This is the story of Xiulan. Or as the forest calls him: “Our beautiful, powerful, emotionally unstable daughter.” Or as heaven calls him: “ERROR 404: Gender Not Found.”

My name is Evren Lestir. Once, I was a girl who saw the world in colors so bright, they could warm even the coldest soul. But life has a cruel way of testing even the brightest flames. After losing everything I held dear, I drifted through a hollow existence—numb to the world, blind to its colors, and deaf to its call. I thought nothing could reignite the light I lost. Then The System found me. With shimmering blue panels and words that hummed like perfect promises, it pulled me into another reality—a maze of endless worlds stitched together by missions, monsters, and the illusion of progress. A labyrinth where forward was the only option. At first, I thought it was salvation. Each step, each battle, each drop of blood painted forgotten colors back into my world. I grew drunk on the hues I had lost, chasing the sky’s beauty with a childlike wonder, believing the fields and hills before me were all there was. But a torch shining in a narrow corridor can make even a prison look like a palace. In truth, I was a frog at the bottom of a well, gazing at a fragment of a sky—naïve to the infinite world beyond the gritty stone walls built by The System. But after a mistake in that omnipotent construct, I found myself peeking through a crack in the wall, presented with a fragment of the truth I never saw. This maze was never meant to be escaped. It was never meant to be climbed—not even to glimpse the sky beyond. Yet through that slender crack, a flicker of sunlight ignited something long-buried within me—a spark of the campfire I once carried. I will chase that light. I will see beyond these walls. And I will remember the world they tried to bury. Even if every strike I make against the walls sends ripples of ruin through the maze.

Every story deserves to be written. Every story deserves to be told. At least, that’s what my parents used to say. This is my story — of my friends and my enemies, but also of the world. A legacy passed down from an ancient family... to a stranger. In these endless wars, where strange abilities have always been used, this is how I was tragically caught up in it all. All this power... If I had it before, would all those tragedies never have happened? I don’t know if I’ll live to see it, but I hope to uncover the mysteries surrounding these wars.

A scarred yet colorful and hopeful boy trying to learn and live up to his mother’s and fathers legacy. Join Sapphire’s adventure in endless world of the mythical land called Fable as he also tries to make his sacrifice for his other home and the friends left behind not be in vain.

Shiroihi Gakō, a man with no face or color meets a pencil, whne they fuse Shiroihi realized his power, and what he could do with it...

In the European nation of Soweiland, follow the colorful cast of characters as they embark in magical, political and technological adventures.

Dicen que el mundo no murió de golpe, sino que se fue apagando, como el sol al caer. Primero desaparecieron las rutas. Luego las ciudades. Luego, la certeza del día. Ahora, lo que queda vive bajo el filo del ocaso eterno. Cuando el sol toca el horizonte, los nocturnos despiertan. No son bestias ni sombras: son lo que queda cuando la fe, el amor o el miedo se pudren. Nadie los entiende del todo. Solo se sabe esto: no se razona con la noche. Solo se sobrevive a ella. Antes de contar la historia de Vicktor —un niño atrapado entre muros, sueños y espadas oxidadas— conocerás el mundo que lo formó. Los primeros capítulos son fragmentos rescatados de crónicas antiguas. Ecos de un mundo que intentó comprender su propia oscuridad. Después, empieza la historia de los vivos. Colores del Ocaso es una novela de fantasía oscura con momentos de ternura, violencia y revelación. Aquí los colores no solo describen. Gritan. El rojo no es pasión, es sangre. El azul, la piel de los muertos al amanecer. El gris, la memoria de quienes ya no esperan. Si algo queda, es porque alguien lo recuerda.

The Spectrum of Power – Synopsis In a world where every hero is marked by a color, power, and destiny, Jaden Flame stands as an anomaly—half-dragon, half-elf, and the sole bearer of the forbidden green hue: Nirvana. Reincarnated into a realm where colors define strength, Jaden must navigate a world that despises his existence while uncovering the secrets of his unparalleled power. As war brews between kingdoms, and ancient forces awaken, Jaden forms unlikely bonds, including a powerful fire Fenrir, Rueb, who defies servitude to stand by his side. With his sentient armor, Cruelly, guiding him and enemies lurking in the shadows, Jaden must learn to control Nirvana before it consumes him—or worse, the entire world. But as each hero awakens their true potential, the question remains: Can Jaden break free from fate’s chains, or is he doomed to be the catalyst of destruction? In The Spectrum of Power, strength isn't just about might—it’s about the color that defines your soul

Elizabeth Goodin was a 23-year-old Cultural Anthropologist who had just recently lost her job due to her creating too many unsolicited hypotheses and theories about the team’s discoveries, which she swore could be true. Born in the years of the revolutionaries, when industries were growing more and more common, slavery was completely abolished, and the rise of entertainment companies brought more colors to the once harsh and bleak reality, Elizabeth was one of the few who couldn’t fit in, no matter what level her career took her to. She would always have strange dreams, experience sudden flashbacks, and always feel anxious. However, Theater plays always made her feel safe and at home. She loved the spectacles, the acting, the stories, and the colors… But who would have thought that one day, she would receive a letter from her recently deceased grandfather telling her to travel to the next city, hoping for her to join his failing theater company, and find the inheritance he had left for her? The day she took the train to Goodin’s Theater Co. was when the reality she once believed she knew… was about to change forever!

“The Color of Withdrawal”

In this world, every child in the kingdom of Azrathis must drink the juice of the sacred Celestara Fruit. It awakens their blood—revealing their destiny. Red is normal. Silver is noble. Gold is divine. But when Leon Graves drinks it... His blood turns purple. A color long lost to history. The color of demons. The color of destruction. as Leon dives deeper into the truth of his power—he begins to uncover something far darker. The world is not what it seems. The history they teach? Twisted. The bloodlines they worship? Corrupt. The very country he was raised to protect… built on lies. And at the center of it all—his blood. His curse. His fate.

In a mystical, mysterious and colorful world these 7 young but powerful heroes rise up to stop a war from igniting. But first they must conquer there fears of failure, there fears of losing those close to them, and the fear of the unknown. This is the world of Colored Mythos.