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First Name In Tolstoy

Kind Of First Timers In Love

At 25, Fuyumi Haruno's love life has been nonexistent since high school, with fleeting crushes and no real connections. Now working as an editorial assistant at a publishing company, she spends her days lost in books and comics. One Sunday, while browsing the bookstore, she encounters a man—one of the cutest she’s ever seen. Their brief exchange about manga leaves her flustered, and she regrets not saying more when he walks away, unsure if she’ll ever see him again. Hirono Matsumoto, 28, hasn’t been in love since his first high school relationship and now lives a quiet life, spending his weekends with friends and his weekdays working as a software developer. During a routine trip to the bookstore, he notices a girl intently studying manga. After offering his opinion on one of the books, he worries he rambled too much and might’ve scared her off. He leaves wondering if their paths will cross again—or if it was just a fleeting moment. As Fuyumi and Hirono continue to cross paths, the spark between them is undeniable, but neither quite knows how to handle it. Their accidental meetings are filled with that awkward charm—neither oblivious to the tension, but both unsure how to navigate it. Fuyumi hasn’t felt this way in years, and Fuyumi is just as out of practice. Still, with each shy smile and hesitant word, the connection grows, and though neither of them knows exactly where this will lead, they can’t help but laugh at how awkward, yet undeniably sweet, their encounters have become.
cinnamons · 104 Views

The First Climber

Eren Kain was an ordinary engineer and inventor until the day the Tower of Trials appeared. A massive, otherworldly spire reaching into the heavens, the tower beckoned humanity with promises of power, wealth, and immortality—but also death. Unlike the others, Eren was forcibly bound to the Tower. No one else could enter until he began his climb, and he couldn’t leave unless he reached the top. Stripped of magic, aura, or any supernatural ability, Eren’s only advantage is his engineering genius and the technology he can smuggle in. From basic firearms to drones and exoskeletons, he uses every tool at his disposal to survive the monsters, traps, and bizarre ecosystems within the Tower. Yet even technology has its limits in a world governed by magic. As Eren climbs, he discovers the Tower isn’t just a trial but a puzzle. Its magic isn’t arbitrary—it’s systematic, a science he slowly learns to decode. However, one wrong calculation could kill him instantly, forcing him to balance experimentation with survival. He scavenges magic crystals, artifacts, and spell books, using them in crude, improvised ways to bolster his arsenal. Over time, he begins merging technology and magic, creating unique hybrid tools to overcome the increasingly insurmountable challenges. But why was Eren chosen? What secret does the Tower hold? With no escape and the weight of humanity’s fate on his shoulders, Eren must climb—not just to survive, but to unravel the truth of the Tower itself. every 50 collections I’ll give a chapter and every 20 powerstones I’ll give a chapter every 10 reviews I’ll give a chapter
Themasterofsystems · 17.9K Views

No Name.u

"When a human tries to become a god, their can only be one outcome." ---------------------------------- As I opened my eyes, I was greeted with a disorienting sight. I found myself lying on a cold, metal bed, my limbs tightly bound to it. The feeling of numbness that had overtaken my arms and legs was overwhelming, and I struggled to regain any semblance of control over my body. As I looked up, I noticed multiple blindingly bright light bulbs arranged in a grid pattern on the ceiling, casting an eerie glow throughout the room. It was a sight that had become all too familiar to me over time, and yet it never failed to fill me with a sense of dread. I couldn't remember how long I had been trapped in this sterile, white room, but it felt like an eternity. My memories were hazy, my mind clouded by the constant barrage of experiments and tests that I was subjected to on a daily basis. I had lost track of time, lost track of the days and weeks that passed me by. All I knew was that I was a prisoner, a mere puppet in the hands of my captors. The experiments were brutal, each one more invasive than the last. They probed and prodded at my body, searching for answers that I didn't have. I was a lab rat, a subject for their twisted experiments, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The pain was excruciating, but I had learned to bear it with a stoic resolve. I had no choice but to endure it, to survive in this hellish existence for another day. I had no idea what lay beyond the sterile walls of my prison anymore. The outside world felt like a distant memory, a dream that I couldn't quite grasp. I was cut off from the rest of humanity, isolated in my own personal hell. The only contact I had with the outside world was the occasional visit from my captors, who would come in to administer more tests and take samples from my body. They treated me like an object, not a person, and it was a dehumanizing experience that had left me feeling like a shell of my former self. I had no free will, no autonomy. I was a puppet, a tool to be used and discarded at will. At least, that's what they wanted me to believe. But deep down, I knew that there was still a spark of humanity within me, a will to survive and fight back against my captors. It was a small glimmer of hope, but it was enough to keep me going, to give me the strength to endure another day of torture and pain. ---------------------------- Get ready for a hell of a Roller costar plot. Remember to thank me later...…
Dlustery · 1.1K Views
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