Ten Minutes Awake

In a world ruled by swords, magic, and powerful bloodlines, the Valtherion Empire stands as the strongest nation on the continent, founded centuries ago by the legendary ruler Caelus Aurelion. Among the many powerful princes and princesses of the imperial family lives Leon Aurelion, the emperor’s illegitimate son — a boy ignored and forgotten by the royal court. When he turns ten, Leon must choose a guardian, a powerful warrior who will guide and train him. To everyone’s shock, he selects Aether, the mysterious and feared Void Sword of the empire’s legendary Twelve Elemental Swords. Against all expectations, Aether accepts. Taken far from the palace and thrust into brutal training, Leon begins a journey that will awaken a hidden power within his bloodline — a power that could one day shake the empire itself. From a forgotten prince to a rising legend, Leon’s story is only just beginning.

"In a world where bustling modern metropolises and ancient martial arts clans coexist, Lin Chen stands as the sole survivor of the legendary Lin Medical Family. Ten years ago, his clan was massacred for harboring the 'Lin Family Medical Canon,' a forbidden scripture of miraculous power. Saved by a mysterious master and trained in the seclusion of the deep mountains, Lin Chen now returns to the urban jungle. Armed with peerless medical expertise and overbearing martial arts, he seeks to uncover the truth behind his missing parents and settle the blood debt of his fallen kin once and for all."

[Mature Content Warning] On the night her fated mate rejected her for another woman, Violet didn't cry or beg. She smiled. "Congratulations, Alpha. I hope she was worth our severed bond." Everyone believed she was a weak, shiftless omega. No one knew she was the last heir of an ancient bloodline hunted to extinction. Now, two Supreme Alphas have claimed her as their mate. Both want to mark her, but Violet doesn't want a mate, she wants answers. Too bad the bond — and her two new mates — won't let her go.

Monsters descend upon the world. Cities fall. Humanity retreats. And fear gives every creature a single name—monster. After transmigrating into this chaotic era, small-time streamer Chen Mo discovers a terrifying truth: the so-called monsters are actually Pokémon. The fire-breathing dragon that wiped out an armed squad? Charizard. The iron-biting rat demon invading homes? Rattata. The deadly butterfly spreading poison powder? Butterfree. While the world prepares for extermination, Chen Mo does the unthinkable— he turns on a livestream. Armed with a Pokémon knowledge system, Chen Mo ventures into monster-infested zones, explaining their names, abilities, evolution, and behavior in real time. From harmless Metapod to electric Pichu, he proves that Pokémon are not mindless beasts—but intelligent creatures capable of trust, growth, and partnership. As viewership explodes, so does controversy. Can humans and Pokémon really coexist? Or is total war inevitable? From mocked streamer to global authority, Chen Mo sparks a revolution of understanding—one Pokémon at a time. Years later, history will remember him as the Father of Pokémon, the Founder of Pokémon Battles, and the man who changed the fate of two species forever. This is the story of how humanity stopped fearing monsters—and started calling them Pokémon.

For three years, Atlas was nothing. A servant to the Aegis family. A descendant of drowned Atlantis. A boy whose Awakening Stone showed only a common Xiphos—a blade so ordinary it was an insult to his bloodline. His master, Phaedrus, called him a Stillborn Spark. A corpse walking. A reminder that some bloodlines were meant to die. Atlas endured. He bowed his head. He swallowed every insult, every blow, every humiliation. Not because he was weak. Because deep in his chest, beneath the scar his master left on his palm three years ago, something stirred. A warmth that should not exist. A pulse that the Awakening Stone had failed to detect. His mother's last gift, sealed inside him on the night Atlantis sank. He was waiting for the right moment. That moment never came. Instead, Phaedrus beat him to the brink of death over a petty slight—and the seal cracked. [Sword Index Activated] A grimoire that collects every blade spirit in existence. Two hundred swords scattered across the Nine Pantheons. Each one he collects makes him stronger. Each entry unlocks a new ability. The first was Aegis Reflect, stolen from the master who tried to kill him. The second will be his own. The Nine Pantheons don't know it yet, but the last heir of Atlantis just became the most dangerous collector in the world. And somewhere in the depths, the Oceanus Genesis—the sword that sank a continent—is waking up. It remembers his name.

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/m6c3RCv4AG

Aaron Cross, a hustling young man who was transmigrated to another world on one random night. Not just any world, but the world of Solaris, where women were the bread-winners while the men were weak, stay at home husbands. Without any memories and information, Aaron is left to navigate in this modern fantasy world, containing labyrinths, monsters, magic… and of course, the fantasy races. Equipped with a trashy ‘Boy Toy’ class but an overpowered title under his belt, Aaron needs to work his way up the ladder. Or well, he was handsome. Staying at home and raising children was also a good idea, no…? ***

Dying was easy. Waking up in a world infested with invisible monsters was the real headache. Reincarnated with hazy memories of a past life and an anomalous Cursed Energy core, Kaito Hibiki developed an entirely original Innate Technique: The ability to weaponize sound through floating technological disks. For years, he thought he was the only one with powers, destroying hideous Curses in the alleys of Tokyo just because they interrupted his naps. But when a ridiculously tall, blindfolded man named Satoru Gojo catches him blowing up an alleyway, Kaito’s quiet life is over. Drafted into Tokyo Jujutsu High at fifteen alongside Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, and Nobara Kugisaki, Kaito is about to show the Jujutsu world exactly how loud he can be. (This is my first fanfic, don't blame me if it's awful. The cover was made by AI in case you're wondering where it came from, lol)

The stories he loved weren’t meant to be real…. Sami was a librarian with a passion for adventure and remarkably bad luck.  When a beast from his books attacks, he’s saved by Lyra, a sassy knight-trainee. In the chaos, a voice offers a choice: [Accept the Ring?]  [Unlock Magic?] Sami thought it was a ticket to heroism. He was wrong! Now apprenticed to a Mad Mage, he must unravel the secrets of the Ring while trying to survive his teacher’s brutal lessons. Thrown into a world full of monsters and hidden dangers,will he overcome the horrors and learn to fight? Or will he succumb to the pressure like the other heirs to the ring before him? What To Expect - Weak-to-Strong Progression - Comedy Mentor Dynamics - No Harem - Focus on Adventure  

Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage or announce itself. It simply waits at the edge of everything, patient and absolute, whispering one promise to every crack in reality it finds. Entropy. Silence. Nothingness. For centuries the Temporal Lattice has kept it locked away. But the Lattice is fracturing. And every Rift pulse Kronos Maw unleashes loosens another thread. Every world he destroys opens another crack. He believes he is using the Void as a weapon. He doesn't understand that the Void is using him. Across the multiverse others are stirring. A wind-singer on a floating citadel of crystal spires whose songs travel through cracks in reality. A stone-skinned guardian on a desert world where sand itself is frozen in time. Ancient Weavers watching from a pocket dimension outside of time entirely. Warriors from rift-scarred worlds carrying powers forged from broken timelines. All of them feeling the same fractures. All of them sending the same desperate signal. Hold the line. On Earth Alex's only allies are a sharp-eyed tech genius with fourteen pages of notes, a former bully with a blade forged from broken time, and a four hundred year old guardian who has been waiting specifically for him. Together they are the first defense between New Lagos and oblivion. Between Earth and the unraveling of everything. Two threats. One is coming for him. The other is coming for everything. Some legacies skip generations. Some wait four hundred years. Alex's just arrived. And the question isn't whether he's ready. The question is whether ready even matters anymore. The lattice is fracturing. The tyrant is coming. The Void is whispering. And a boy from New Lagos is all that stands between existence and the hungry silence at the edge of time. The war for time itself begins here. Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage