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CHOKERS

Los Angeles, 2085. The world’s run by Command—a militarized authority that regulates the powered, the Armed, and promises safety from parasite-taken monsters called Disfigures. When a Breach erupts during a protest, Command blames civilians, triggers mass arrests, and turns “wrong place, wrong time” into life sentences. Seventeen-year-old Jaden Banks wants one thing: stay out the way. He’s a low-grade telekinetic with tired eyes and no interest in being a hero. Command doesn’t care. Swept into the Containment Intake Center, collared, injected, and stripped into white inmate gear, Jaden becomes a Choker—a prisoner deployed on the front lines in Collared Response Squads. Breaches don’t stop. The city doesn’t pause. Inside the system, people break into Certified CRS lapdogs… or become Leashed. Outside, Disfigures grow smarter, waves hit harder, and something behind the outbreaks starts to feel organized. The strongest fighters alive still can’t challenge the Disfigured King alone—because his ability, King’s Turn, adapts to anything that doesn’t erase him in one shot. Jaden learns fast. Too fast. As his power sharpens and his body hardens in custody, his calm stops being restraint and becomes a threat. Between school cadets chasing rank, Command officers enforcing quotas, and inmates fighting to stay human, the story fractures into multiple POVs—each one watching the same machine grind people down. Then Jaden decides the machine deserves to bleed back. And when the Chokers finally revolt, the question isn’t whether Command can stop them. It’s how many districts will burn before anyone can.
OhImissedSomething · 686 Views

The Broken Halo

‘How cliché. I’ve read countless novels where the Hero is betrayed by their companions… but was I wrong to trust those who fought beside me for nearly six decades?’ ----- Betrayal. A word many live in fear of. A word some never expect… until it happens. A word that completely shatters one’s view of life. Just like any other heroic tale, Simon was the Hero of Earth, the one who defeated the Demon King and was about to end the war between races with his companions. Yet, in the end, he was betrayed by his own companions for reasons he never understood. Instead of finding death, Simon found rebirth. To his horror, he reincarnated as the very race he had devoted his entire life to exterminating… a race he despised, feared, and was disgusted by. Reborn as a demon infant within one of the most impoverished demon tribes, Simon found himself at the very bottom of a world he once sought to destroy. Fortunately, he was not entirely abandoned. His unique Seven Star Blessing, bestowed by his patron God, followed him through reincarnation. Armed with this Blessing and the Demonic Magic of his new race, Simon now harbors an ambition greater than ever before… to rise higher than he ever did as the Hero of Earth. To become a God. But the path forward is far from simple. Betrayals from those he would never expect. Endless trials and tribulations. And the lingering question of identity… Should he cling to his past as a human hero, or embrace his nature as a demon to survive? Can Simon abandon his hatred and live among demons? Or will he erase his past entirely and fully embrace his demonic nature? Will his thirst for revenge drag him deeper into darkness… Or will he rise above it? In the end… Will he be devoured… or will he devour all?
Anon22 · 289.4k Views

The Anti-Villain. King

In a world where WWIII never ended and "heroes" traffic NovaBreeds for profit, the Renegades' leader gets his hands dirty. 2079: Nukes vanished in '83. Humanity blamed superpowered NovaBreeds—people born with extraordinary abilities—then enslaved them. Governments buy kids as weapons. Corporate heroes pose for cameras while the Big Boys orchestrate the largest auction yet: hundreds of lives sold to the highest bidder. Enter Lucius D. King: rogue NovaBreed master of hydro-manipulation, fresh off dominating the Big Boys' underground tournament—the very traffickers he's vowed to destroy. Now leading the Renegades from the shadows, he launches his infiltration: tear them apart from within, auction first. But lines blur. Heroes hunt him. Traitors lurk. Saving innocents demands killing "untouchables"—becoming the monster everyone fears. The heroes say killing is always wrong. Lucius disagrees. Evil exists that cannot be reformed, only eliminated. Mercy has limits. Justice demands consequences. The villains say only power matters. Lucius disagrees. Power without purpose is just destruction. Strength without conviction is meaningless chaos. The system says anyone outside the law is a criminal. Lucius disagrees. When the law serves corruption, when justice is bought and sold, when the innocent suffer while the powerful profit—then the law itself becomes the crime. There's a space between these absolutes. A gray area where the desperate operate. Where people do what's necessary while everyone else debates philosophy. Where hard choices get made, and the burden falls on those willing to carry it. Because sometimes, the world doesn't need saving. It needs someone willing to burn down the parts that are rotten. Updates: Wednesday and Saturday
midmanstudio · 35k Views

Honkai: Withered White Camellia

[Also Known as: Honkai Unofficial History: The Valkyries Are Breaking Down?!] The white camellia, scientifically known as "Camellia japonica alba", is a flower native to East Asia, where it grows in temperate forests and shaded gardens. First cultivated over a thousand years ago in China and Japan, it became a symbol of purity and admiration, celebrated in art, poetry, and tradition. Often gifted to honor someone beloved, the white camellia's pristine petals are revered for their flawless beauty. Despite its elegance, the flower is notoriously delicate. Sensitive to harsh conditions, its petals bruise easily, and it wilts quickly when removed from its stem. Beneath its perfect bloom lies a quiet fragility, a silent reminder that beauty and purity often come at the cost of resilience. ... ??? what? Doujinshi artist Li Wu transmigrated into the Honkai world, but the plot seemed a little off. "System, why doesn't this plot match the game's storyline?" [Rest assured, our history is absolutely canon. It has nothing to do with unofficial lore.] "Then let me ask you, what's Kiana's character setting?" [Aloof, misanthropic, a loner, and totally indifferent!] "And Raiden Mei?" [A terrible personality. She loves being manipulated, scolded, and verbally abused!] "Bullshit! I drew this dark and edgy doujinshi myself, don't you think I'd know?!" "System, I really like the 'Return by Death' ability you gave me. But this setting where I *also* regress if the heroines die? I'm not a fan." ... As time passed and the plot unfolded, the Valkyries' personalities broke down even further. Raiden Mei kneeled on the ground, gripping his and Kiana's hands, saying things like, "We have to form a Valkyrie squad for the rest of our lives," and "I'll do anything." Fu Hua, without another word, shoved a half-eaten chocolate Pocky stick and a cigarette at him, saying, "A little bro should listen to his big sis. Do it right, and you'll get a reward." "Are there any normal people left?! Why is everyone completely OOC?!" [Isn't Elysia still around?] "She's the most twisted one of all!"
R_Arven · 41.9k Views

The Dark Lord's Second Chance

[⚠️ Warning: English not my prior language, so if any grammatical and any kind of mistakes are expected. please let me know to correct it if you find any.] They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then... [Discord: https://discord.gg/MYvk4cMUsx]
SomeElfGuy · 24.8k Views