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I Killed The Academy Player

Reborn as the Wife He Killed

Alia is a skilled thief who, in search of a legendary treasure, sneaks into a castle under the cover of night. However, she unexpectedly witnesses the castle’s owner, the handsome and cold-hearted billionaire Marcellus, murder his wife. In the chaos of her escape, Alia is discovered and killed by him. But death isn’t the end. Alia wakes up to find herself reborn a year earlier, this time in the body of the wife Marcellus had killed—Livia. Faced with the man who had once killed her, now acting outwardly kind but still harboring deadly intentions, Alia knows she must uncover the truth within a year and avoid the same tragic fate. Her plan? Escape the castle and steal the treasure. During her time in the castle, Alia discovers that Livia’s identity is far from simple, and she soon finds herself tangled in a deeper conspiracy. Marcellus’s younger brother, Elias, has a close, secret relationship with Livia, one that seems to involve hidden feelings. As Alia secretly investigates Marcellus’s true intentions, she is drawn to his conflicting mixture of gentleness and coldness. At the same time, the body of Livia compels her to develop feelings for Elias, whose tender care for her awakens a sense of warmth. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, Alia realizes that every person’s motives are more complex than they first appear, and she must make difficult choices between truth, revenge, love, and survival. As the one-year deadline approaches, the conspiracy unfolds, and Marcellus’s true intentions toward Livia are exposed. Alia finally finds a chance to escape. But with emotions tangled and fate inextricably linked to the castle, will she choose revenge and freedom, or will she find redemption and true love within the deadly walls of the castle?
pikapikaqu12 · 123.3K Views

I Must Kill The Gods

Have you heard of the "Dark Forest Hypothesis"? The cosmic theory that intelligent civilizations remain silent, hiding in the vast darkness of space—ever vigilant for predators lurking in the void. For Earth, this nightmare has become reality. Our world now suffers under dual existential threats: the technologically superior Vertex, alien invaders who claim Earth as their ancestral homeland, and the catastrophic "False Realities"—dimensional tears consuming our planet piece by piece. Within these mythological realms dwell gods and creatures of ancient legend, now twisted into entities desperate to harvest human souls for their very existence. But fate weaves an unexpected thread through this tapestry of doom. Theodore, a man with an unnaturally empty emotional landscape, navigates this dying world with detached precision. Yet beneath his hollow exterior lies something that has been tried desperately to be erased—a truth buried deep within his fractured mind. As Earth's final days approach and the boundaries between myth and reality collapse, fragments of Theodore's true self begin to resurface. The muscle memory of combat. The whispers of a forgotten self. The promised fire that didn't stop burning. In a world where both aliens and gods conspire against humanity's survival, one man will remember his purpose and embrace a terrible truth: He must kill the gods. Want more? Keep in mind my chapters are on average 5k words(that's a lot!) but I'm uploading it into bits on this site so people don't think there's not much content out. Then check out the author's notes at the end of any chapter. I can't wait to see you there! ;)
PrisonerOfFantasy · 27.5K Views

The Enigma of Player 501

In a chilling realm ruled by a formidable entity known as the 'system,' 500 players are thrust into harrowing rounds of terror. Each round tests their wits and will to survive, as they navigate grotesque horrors that lurk at every corner. In this merciless environment, death only results in their vacant spot being filled by a new victim. One day, for the first time in history, a new player slot became available: 501. ---- The brilliant detective Amphi Dementyev is sipping coffee when he unexpectedly finds himself in a survival game as player 501. Each challenge demanded not just his sharp wit and deductive reasoning, but also an unwavering determination to ascend through the ranks of competitors if he ever hoped to escape the sinister entrapment of the system. Frustratingly, the top-ranked player appears to be constantly trailing him. Even worse, the residence he chose to stay in after the rounds—the cheapest mansion he could find—has strange tenants determined to make his life difficult. A cunning scammer who seems to relish in provoking him at every chance, a sinister demon that lurks in the shadows, reappearing relentlessly. A small figure who continuously shifts between different identities and genders. A troubled drug addict whose air of mystery suggests she possesses deeper secrets than she cares to share — And these are just a few. How will Amphi manage to survive and make an escape while safeguarding his two beloved ducklings—I MEAN--Comrades... Story is also posted on RoyalRoad.com, wattpad, inkett, AO3, etc.
Jack_Doyle_ · 4.5K Views

I Killed My Favourite Story

Reality? Kind of a joke, honestly. Fiction? That’s where things actually started to make sense. I was ten when the curtain slipped. When I saw it—how everyone was just acting. Reciting lines they didn’t believe, chasing dreams they didn’t choose. Adults called it "growing up." I called it what it was—fake. So, I stopped playing along. While everyone else clung to the script, I escaped into stories. My favorite? No Happy Ending in the 999th Regression. Cale Ashblood—tragic, cursed, and stubborn as hell—died 998 times trying to fix a world that didn’t want saving. It was brutal. It was honest. It was the only thing that didn’t lie to me. Then the author died. And the publisher? They butchered the ending. Wrapped it up in something clean, hollow, marketable. I tried to let it go—I swear I did. But the anger never left. Twelve people. That’s how many I killed. Editors. Ghostwriters. Everyone who helped ruin the only thing I believed in. But here’s the part no one knows: I killed the original author. Not on purpose. One night. One stupid, drunk mistake. And that was enough. Now I’m bleeding out. Real world. Real consequences. No regrets, though. Except— The story didn’t end. I woke up inside it. Inside his world. Cale’s world. The one I knew better than my own life. Except now... it is my life. The World is still broken. The Constellations are still watching. And peace? Still a myth. But maybe this time, I get to write the ending. Maybe this time, the story’s mine. ---
Wish_499 · 52.8K Views
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