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Hell Level Difficulty

-Hell on Earth-

In a distant future where humanity thrives in the far reaches of space, the Skeld II, a colossal research and exploration vessel, serves as a beacon of hope and progress. Manned by a diverse crew of scientists, engineers, and military personnel, the ship’s mission is to push the boundaries of human knowledge. But beneath its polished exterior lies a creeping darkness—a sinister force that threatens not only the Skeld but the fragile fabric of human civilization. When a series of gruesome murders shatters the ship’s tranquility, rookie crew member Jean finds himself thrust into a nightmare of betrayal and fear. As paranoia spreads, Captain Max must rally his dwindling team against an unseen foe. Meanwhile, Kenneth, a trusted officer, descends into madness, invoking ancient powers and summoning the Dark One, a malevolent entity from a forgotten age. As alliances crumble and the body count rises, the survivors must confront the truth: the parasite that plagues them isn’t just physical—it’s spiritual, tearing apart their minds and sowing distrust. Their mission becomes clear: unite or perish. But in the face of overwhelming darkness, sacrifice becomes inevitable, and each character must wrestle with their own humanity. Hell on Earth is a gripping tale of survival, betrayal, and redemption, blending visceral horror with intense action. In a universe where shadows linger and light feels scarce, the Skeld’s crew must fight not only for their lives but for their souls. For on this ship, even the stars can’t save you from what lurks in the void.
StudioVEGA_Novels · 2.8K Views

Leveling up one level is equivalent to others leveling up ten levels

The Blue Star merged the game world, and the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield came. Everyone who reached the age of 18 could awaken their talents and then enter the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield to kill. Qi Yang lived a new life. Because he only awakened a C-level talent at the beginning, he was abandoned by his family and parents. Qi Yang's father directly gave the god-level talent awakening stone left to him by Qi Yang's grandfather to his younger brother Qi Lei. Qi Yang was furious and broke off relations with his family and parents. Who knew that after breaking off relations, Qi Yang awakened a unique talent of the main god level again, and upgrading one level was equivalent to others upgrading ten levels. As soon as he entered the novice world of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, he swept all the way. Within an hour, he completed the first kill of the world boss, breaking the record of Blue Star in history. It took only one day to enter the novice world of the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield, and his attack power increased by more than 10,000. During the seven days of the novice period, Qi Yang directly led the people of the Dragon Country Novice Village to sweep the newcomers from various countries on Blue Star. At the end of the novice period, Qi Yang was directly invincible in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield. Dragon Country Military Department: Qi Yang must join our military department. Qi Family: Qi Yang, we were wrong, you are back. Qi Yang, you gave what belonged to me to Qi Lei, I am invincible now, why are you regretting? In the battlefield of all races. Qi Yang found the alien he killed in his previous life and slaughtered his clan. Qi Yang: "How do you face the fact that I level up one level and you level up ten levels!"
Ranjan_Jha_3736 · 4.3K Views

Whispers of Hell

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.
_Zale_ · 6.8K Views
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