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Killing Time

The world of killing gods and the sharingan

【 Warning : Mature Content R-18 】 This was a transmigration. And it was an astonishing second transmigration. Although the first one ended rather abruptly... Arriving at the riverside, the child crouched down, scooped up a handful of cool water, and drank it. The sweet and clear river water was more delicious than any beverage on Earth. The child exclaimed loudly, "How refreshing!" Gazing at the water surface, the child's face took on a solemn expression, as if painstakingly brewing something. His eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, an evil aura suddenly emerged on the calm water surface. In the reflection, the innocent - looking child actually had a pair of blood - red eyes! The water surface was rippling, rising and falling, with glistening waves. Yet, those blood - red eyes remained distinct. On the evil - looking blood - red background, a black tomoe slowly rotated around the center of the eye. It was the Sharingan! What followed was quite clear. Lin Xing, an unfortunate guy, had unfortunately transmigrated into the world of Naruto. He managed to survive until the night of the Uchiha clan's massacre, and then, unfortunately, died. This was truly a tragic story! Lin Xing didn't, like many transmigrated heroes, fight Obito and defeat Madara. It wasn't that he lacked talent. In Lin Xing's words, "Geniuses are often nipped in the bud." In the world of Zhu Xian, gods above, Lin Xing was even younger than Sasuke! So, on that fateful night, Lin Xing ran desperately. Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the space ahead, and the big - boss - like figure emerged. Lin Xing didn't even have time to see how the opponent attacked before losing consciousness. Well, let bygones be bygones. Lin Xing stood up, deactivated the eye - catching Sharingan, and looked towards the south. According to what the shopkeeper said, Qingyun Sect was in that direction. The world of Zhu Xian was full of disasters. When it came to the best place of refuge, Qingyun Sect was undoubtedly the top choice. Lin Xing promised that if he died this time, he definitely wouldn't transmigrate again. The first transmigration was a soul - transmigration, which was quite normal. The second one couldn't really be considered a proper transmigration in the strict sense. The Sharingan was still there, his five - year - old body remained the same, and even the other - world clothing he wore before his death was intact. Lin Xing guessed that something must have gone wrong with the masked man's space - time ninjutsu, and by some strange coincidence, he was sent to this world. If he were to die this time, he would truly lose everything. Having made up his mind, Lin Xing vowed to join Qingyun Sect.
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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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