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Every Monday, Wednesday, and Sunday, the entire world is ripped out of reality and thrown into Kyros, a gigantic world of monsters, ruins, dungeons, and ancient power. Each human receives a System, showing their level, stats, and monster kills. In this brutal second world, survival is not enough. Humanity has one impossible goal: conquer the flying castle and kill the Forgotten King. No one has come close. Even a single Forgotten Guardian can wipe out five hundred level one hundred warriors. The strongest human alive has only reached level thirty seven. The gap between mankind and the throne of Kyros is so vast that most people do not even dare to dream. So the world grinds. They return to Earth, train, prepare, and come back stronger every cycle, searching for relics, legendary weapons, armor, and power hidden deep inside the endless dangers of Kyros. Because whoever kills the Forgotten King will claim all worlds. Then there is Lux. On his very first day in Kyros, Lux appears in the king’s castle, a place no human should ever reach. There, he finds a hidden scroll and awakens the Forgotten System, a power unlike anything humanity has ever seen. Unlike everyone else, Lux does not gain normal levels. He earns items after every one hundred kills, armor after five hundred, and even his body slowly becomes stronger with every milestone. At first, he is weak. Pathetically weak. The first fifty chapters are not about domination. They are about survival. But Lux has something the world forgot to fear. A system that grows. A will that refuses to break. And a future where every kill brings him one step closer to the throne of the Forgotten King.
Shadow6jh · 226 Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● The heavy thud of the bridegroom’s footsteps echoed against the polished floorboards of the veranda. The pungent, sharp scent of wine mingled with the cold night air. Dazed and unsteady, he flung open the carved double doors with the reckless haste of a drunkard and stumbled inside. Hàn Yuè (汉月) sat on the edge of the bed, silent and with her head bowed. Her thin, white nightdress stood out in stark contrast to the darkness of the room, which was illuminated only by the flickering candlelight. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with every breath; she knew this union was no marriage, but a blood pact between two powerful clans. The groom cast a heavy, bleary-eyed gaze over her. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it. Hàn Yuè looked up, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. A cruel sneer played on the man’s lips as he rasped: "I still find it hard to believe that… the unattainable daughter of the Lán (嵐) clan has fallen into my hands like this. Well... such was your fate; you had better get used to it. From now on, we are husband and wife, and we have got a long, exciting night ahead of us!" Without a word, Hàn Yuè rose. With a sorrowful expression, her trembling hands reached for the ties of her robe; the soft silk slipped from her shoulders and pooled onto the floor. The groom, his eyes glinting with arrogance, reached to untie his sash when, suddenly… The silence that had engulfed the room was shattered by the horrific sound of splintering wood. The broad blade of a sword pierced through the wooden door with unrestrained violence, passing straight through the groom's spine. The bloodied tip of the blade protruded from his abdomen, stopping directly in front of Hàn Yuè’s terrified eyes. Pinned to the door, the groom’s eyes bulged from their sockets as his body convulsed. A stifled, rattling sound emanated from his throat. Hàn Yuè covered her mouth with trembling hands and staggered back in horror. A moment later, the shadow behind the door pulled the sword out with a swift, ruthless motion. A fountain of blood sprayed from the groom’s mouth, splattering the floorboards and staining the girl’s white skirt. The man’s knees gave way, and he collapsed face-first onto the ground. Hàn Yuè’s long, piercing scream echoed through the cold air of the chamber, whilst dark red droplets of blood had left their mark upon the white silk of her gown. **ABSTRACT** Prince Hēiláng (黑狼), desperately enamoured with the noblewoman Hàn Yuè, finds his path to union thwarted by formidable political constraints. In his quest to claim her, he strikes a perilous bargain—a choice that irrevocably alters the course of their lives and unleashes consequences far more brutal than he had ever conceived.
Pouria_Zarrinpar · 24k Views

Death's Heir

Lazar wasn’t dealt a winning hand at birth, so he quickly learned to see luck for what it was : something to believe in, but never rely on. Even so, there was one debt he believed fate owed him : the chance to kill the man he refused to acknowledge as his father. It became his only purpose, an obsession for which he would gladly sacrifice whatever fragments of himself that man had not already destroyed. But instead of granting him that one modest request, the world seemed determined to stand in his way, and not in a subtle manner. Just as he began to close in on his goal, the Apocalypse, yes, the damn Apocalypse, fell upon the Earth. What impeccable timing ! Lazar had always known his path wouldn’t be an easy one, but now the obstacles between him and his target had not only multiplied but also taken on far more dangerous forms. Catastrophes beyond nature. Creatures that had once belonged to myth, religion, or even fiction, now roaming the Earth. And, as always when circumstances were already dire, the ability humans had to make things even worse. The future couldn’t have looked more promising. Fortunately, if anything about the situation could be called fortunate, the Apocalypse had brought more than monsters and destruction. It had also brought the power to fight back. *** What you can expect from this story : - No harem. - An original and complete system that doesn't become overly complex or bloated with hundreds of skills. - A pragmatic MC with a morally grey compass, who grows very strong without becoming boringly overpowered. - Characters that feel realistic, while still having a few eccentric traits, otherwise it would be dull.
Barbare · 12.8k Views