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Infinite Wealth System: Crazy Tasks, Insane Rewards!

Betrayed by love. Crushed by poverty. Left bleeding in an alley by the rich elite. Jayden Cole was once a rich kid like every lucky child in Cloudbridge City—until his father was accused of a crime he didn't commit, had his properties stripped, and was jailed. Jayden ended up as a mere delivery boy with a broken past, just trying to make ends meet and take care of his girlfriend—who later betrayed him with the son of the man who accused his father. On the day he experienced the most shocking betrayal of his life, as if that wasn't enough, he was beaten half-dead—and that was when the Infinite Wealth System awakened within him. [System Activation Complete!] [Congratulations, Jayden Cole. You have been chosen as the Host of the Infinite Wealth System.] [Now let’s fix your miserable life!] Thus, the Infinite Wealth System changed his life. The system tasked him with completing many challenging missions—some that could even threaten his life or land him in grave trouble—but the rewards were mighty! [Task #002: Buy the most expensive item in a luxury store. Pay in cash. Say, ‘Keep the change.’] [Reward: 1 Million Dollars!] --- [Task #004: Slap your troublesome landlord with a rent receipt and say, ‘I just bought your building.’] [Reward: 5 Million Dollars!] ------- [Task #005: Take a beautiful rich lady you never knew to a 5-star hotel and spend one week with her. You must nut her twice or more!] [Reward: 20 Million Dollars!] --- [Task #007: Attend a luxury auction. Outbid a billionaire on a Rolex and walk away without collecting it.] [Reward: 15 Million Dollars!] --- As the world’s most dangerous and outrageous missions begin piling up—from dismantling corporations to outwitting billionaires’ most important workers and daughters—one thing becomes clear: Jayden won’t just climb the ladder of success. He’ll set fire to it and build his own throne at the top. Power. Vengeance. Wealth. Women. And one man bold enough to claim them all. . . Join our Discord server for more discussions and exciting topics! https://discord.gg/xpyyYXZM
Reaper_XXD · 534.8K Views

When Bali Opened My Third Eye

The Island That Sees Through You *Genre: Supernatural Horror, Psychological Thriller, Travel Mystery* *Setting: Ubud, Bali – Summer of 2023* What if paradise sees your soul—and doesn’t let go? I never believed in ghosts. Not seriously. Not until the summer of 2023, when burnout from my tech job in Singapore led me to book a last-minute solo retreat to Bali. The plan was simple: unplug, heal, reset. But the island had other plans. What began as a peaceful vacation in a secluded villa outside Ubud quickly spiraled into a spiritual descent I couldn’t escape from. The villa was perfect—too perfect. Traditional Balinese design, surrounded by rice paddies, misty mornings, and ancient temples nearby. Every doorway adorned with daily offerings. Every night serenaded by distant gamelan music. For the first few days, I embraced it all. Meditation, yoga, local food, temple visits. Then came the dreams. A temple I hadn’t seen. A woman in white with her face half-covered in hair. A stare that pierced through the veil of sleep and left me frozen with fear. Whispers in a language I didn’t speak. Night after night, her presence grew stronger—until she crossed the threshold from dream into reality. Mirrors fogged on their own. Statues turned. Shadows moved in corners untouched by light. And always, the smell of frangipani before something happened. The villa, once tranquil, felt like a mouth slowly closing around me. Every inch of the house watched. Every offering seemed like a warning I was too late to understand. Locals avoided my gaze. Strangers placed offerings outside my room without a word. I visited a *balian*—a traditional Balinese healer—who told me, “You opened something. It saw you. Now it follows.” I wanted to laugh. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew it was true. The woman wasn't a ghost in the Western sense. She was something older. A *penunggu*—a watcher bound to the land, awakened by disrespect or recognition. And I had done both. Through rituals, cryptic warnings, and a wooden idol with no eyes, I tried to make sense of the unraveling horror. I was told to let her "finish looking." But what does that mean when what she sees is you—your regrets, your secrets, your soul? This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s about the cost of being seen by something beyond comprehension. It’s about sacred land, and what happens when a tourist treats spirit like spectacle. It’s about the third eye opening not through meditation, but through fear. The island gave me what I didn’t ask for. And now, even after leaving Bali, the dreams haven’t stopped. If you’ve ever felt something watching you just out of view\... if you’ve ever visited a sacred place and felt *changed* afterward... you might understand. You might have opened a door, too. **“The Island That Sees Through You”** is a supernatural travel-horror novella written in a deeply immersive, personal style. A cross between *The Haunting of Hill House* and *Eat Pray Die*, this story takes readers on a slow-burn psychological descent through mysticism, madness, and a truth you cannot unsee. Welcome to Bali. She sees you now.
DaoistCFc4MX · 9K Views

THE THIRD PATH

It was fifty years ago, when Exo-9, a wandering rogue planet with no star suddenly drifted into the solar system and the scientists assured the earthlings that it was merely a visitor with no harmful intent, However, eleven years ago, It collided with Earth’s moon, causing the lunar orb to split into half and come crashing down onto earth, Lives were lost and centuries of scientific advancements were destroyed, but one could always count on humans to do what they did best, They survived, adapted and some mutated, Now, It’s a world where superpowers are new and humanity is on the brink of extinction, One last city remains, a self-sustaining dystopian dome ruled by corporate overlords and government enforcers. The wealthy thrive in the Highlands, while the poor struggle to survive in the Mainland, but beyond the old age struggle for power and influence lies a deadly wasteland, and speaking of it is forbidden and punishable by law. When an unfortunate accident occurs, three college friends gain unimaginable abilities. One vows to save the world, and the other to fix the world by tearing it down, while the last, who was terrified of what he watched them become, struggled to choose between the two paths. And after having a taste of both worlds, his only choice is to disappear, So what happens when he resurfaces as a ghost in the system, first, as a vigilante, then an assassin without allegiance who is immediately dubbed the Herokiller and the Villain’s Nightmare as he eliminates targets on both sides; Heroes, villains, and wildcards who stand in his way and the world watches in fear as he carves a third path as neither a savior nor destroyer. Everything is all fun and games until the last population of humans are threatened by the remaining half of the moon dangling in space, Roman is forced to confront the past that he abandoned… And the two people he once called best friends. In the end, only one question remains: Who deserves to live? And in this game of survival, only the strongest shall survive, Do tags or brands really show the heart of a human? At the end of the day, it's up to you to decide, Who is the true SUPERHERO?
Elyanna · 7.5K Views

Book of the Seven Celestials: The Third Prophecy

In the realm of Threa, history is wrapped in many tragedies and mysteries. Countless spirits—remnants of the unknown past, roam the land, relentlessly assailing the living. Their hunger was insatiable. At the heart of Threa’s mythology stands Origin, a revered Celestial, believed to have shaped all things. In its divine wisdom, Origin bestowed upon humanity the Soul Flame—a sacred gift, a spark of hope, the call of dependence to the Divinity spoken through the tongue of the Primal. And the very source of what will be known by many as―magic. Through this miracle, mortals have defied fate, thriving in a world riddled with supernatural dangers. Yet, just as spirits crave Life Essence, humanity is driven by its own hunger. For power, for wealth—heedless of the ruin such desires may bring. Their unchecked ambition often leads to catastrophe, unraveling the balance that holds existence together. The spirits, ever yearning, draw closer to the realm of the living, distorting reality itself. Their growing presence warps the fabric of nature, igniting events that defy reason. Driven by instinct, emotion, and an eternal thirst, they clash with mortals in an endless cycle of conflict and survival. And yet, through these trials, humanity finds its resilience, shaped by Celestial influence—or so they choose to believe. Would you be the same? * * * At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village. Though he was far from ordinary, for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many, yet gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his Fate was sealed, bound to die like the others who succumbed to illness and starvation. However, Destiny spoke otherwise. It changed the day his village was attacked. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, they returned, searching for what they called ‘a breath that was left.’ Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur―six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Eschaton Empire. Then, without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with evil and death, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past―before it consumes him in its glacial touch. * * * This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters, and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised.
ArthurElldine · 28.3K Views

The third party does not want to love again

Aurora’s eyes blazed with anger, her voice breaking between the tears she had tried in vain to hold back. “I thought I would forget your past love for you, but I was wrong! You are the one who chose to remain trapped in the past, refusing to see the one who truly loves you!” Kyle, despite his outward calm, was burning inside. Guilt gnawed at his heart, yet he said nothing. Aurora cried out bitterly: “She is happy now, living her life with the one she loves, with her husband and children! She never saw you as more than a brother and a friend!” He couldn’t take it anymore. Stepping toward her in anger, his voice was sharp as a blade: “Shut your mouth. I don’t want to talk about this again!” Then, coldly, he added: “Go home. I’ll send your father a letter of apology and end this engagement.” Aurora stood still for a moment, her eyes filled with pain before she whispered in a choked voice: “Don’t bother… I will send the letter to my family myself. And don’t worry, I won’t tell them that you were the one who wanted to end it.” She cast him one last broken glance before turning away, leaving behind nothing but the sound of her fading footsteps, her silent tears, and a shattered heart… A week passed. Then, the phone rang. Kyle answered coldly: “Yes, who is this?” A trembling voice came from the other end—it was Lady Valeska, filled with concern: “Is Aurora alright? She hasn’t called us all week…” His heart pounded violently in his chest as panic surged through him. No… No… No. I can’t lose her! Will this love find a happy ending, or will it remain one-sided forever?
kozoha · 36.4K Views

The Curse of Third Wish

A Haunting Tale of Forbidden Desires and Inescapable Consequences** In a nameless, rain-lashed city where poverty clings to its residents like a second skin, an aging couple—**Haris and Amina**—struggle to survive in the shadow of relentless hardship. Their only solace is their devoted son, **Zain**, who works grueling shifts at a glass factory, his hands perpetually scarred by shards and heat. Though well past the age when most men marry, Zain has forgone a family of his own, pouring every ounce of his meager earnings into keeping his parents afloat. Their life is a cycle of evictions and crumbling rented rooms—until they move into *House No. 13*, a deceptively airy dwelling with a past that whispers through its warped floorboards. The Box That Should Have Stayed Buried** While cleaning, Amina discovers a **carved wooden box** hidden beneath a loose floorboard. Its surface is etched with a warning: *"Do not let greed conquer you."* Ignoring her husband’s pleas to leave it untouched, she pries it open to find a **40-bead rosary** and three slips of paper labeled: 1. *Your life’s first wish* 2. *Your life’s second wish* 3. *Your life’s third wish* Instructions scrawled inside the lid read: *"Write your desires. Misuse them, and fate will reclaim its due."* The First Wish: A Glimpse of Hope** Amina’s trembling hand writes: *"Let my son rise from this poverty."* Within days, Zain is promoted to foreman at the factory. The family rejoices—until Amina, emboldened, makes her **second wish**: *"Let my son marry into wealth, and let gold fill our home."* Soon, Zain is wed to the factory owner’s daughter, and coins spill from Amina’s once-empty cupboards. But the house grows colder. Zain’s new wife **flinches at his touch**, as if sensing something wrong. Then, news arrives: **the glass factory has burned to the ground**, and Zain—trapped inside—is reduced to ashes. The Third Wish: A Mother’s Fatal Love** Blinded by grief, Amina scribbles her **final wish**: *"Bring my son back to me."* At midnight, **something knocks**. The door creaks open to reveal Zain—or what’s left of him. His skin peels like melted wax; his eyes are hollow pits. He stumbles forward, whispering, *"You called me back… but the dead belong *there*."* Before Amina can scream, his charred hands close around her throat. Haris, waking to the noise, finds his wife **dead on the threshold**—her face frozen in terror. The box lies open beside her, its rosary beads now **cracked and blackened**. The third slip of paper is gone. In the days that follow, Haris vanishes. Neighbors claim to see **three figures** lingering near House No. 13 at dusk: a weeping old man, a woman clutching her throat, and a shadow with smoldering hands. The box, when found by new tenants, contains **fresh slips of paper**—and the cycle begins anew.
Emad_Sadiq · 2.7K Views
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