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Limitless - The Unchained

In the beginning, there was only the Primordial Mind, and from this mind sprang of all existence; from the stars to the planets, the cosmos, and even Life and Death... But in time, it became divided against itself, two fragments; Thought (The Mysterious), and Action, (The Chaotic) warring over existence with irreconcilable ferocity, forcing their very source into the captivity of its consciousness, leaving all of creation in precariously delicate ungoverned balance... Millennia later, that balance shatters. Marduk— the God-Eater, seeking absolute supremacy, destroys the Fate Well; the cosmic anchor of all karmic flows, and then, the Chaos of the Infinite ensued... Dimensions fractured, Realms spilled into each other. Gods fell. Deities descended. Magic and energy souped into chaos... The living began to die, the dead began to rise, and the very laws of reality began to warp, accelerating all of creation towards its inevitable oblivion... Beings - Beasts - Gods - Monsters, both Orthodox and Unorthodox; all sought chances from the scattered remnants of the Fate well, and power from its ineffable pardox... Yet right at the center of this Chaos, Valen—God of Riddles, gazed into the madness and found truth; Valen found the Primordial Idea; fuse Thought and Action, consume the Primordial Mind and remake creation in his own Image... But in the heart of a self-crumbling tribe, a boy lies on a sacrificial altar, once labeled a failure, a “Void Soul” in the eyes of shamans, public, and even his own kindred; Soren, the Third Heir, and the Seventh Son of a Seventh Son—the universe’s final mortal anchor suffered the most tragic of betrayals, and was eventually schemed unto death... His death was meant to be ordinary, but fate had other plans; coinciding his death with the exact moment the Fate Well shattered. The for a infinitesimally brief moment, the Primordial Mind stirred, and gazed into the cosmic mess and found its answer; the perfect vessel to herald its reawakening... Soren reawakens into his seven-year-old body, now as the universe’s blank canvas, only tainted by the will of the primordial mind. Harbouring a Renegade Primal Goddess; Ji Min—the only survivor of Marduk's insatiable conquest, Soren must dive into the chaotic madness with nothing but the golden finger of all golden fingers... Accompanied by his fated twelve, He must navigate betrayal, war, love, and ambition on His journey of vengeance, ascension, and cosmic reckoning... For Soren, survival is just the beginning; To prevent the looming oblivion, he must transcend mortal and divine limits and become the Herald of the Primordial Mind, an entity seeking to bring either Absolution or Oblivion to the world it felt betrayed it... This is a 2,000-chapter epic biography of the fall of an Heir, to the rise of a Fate-defining god. It is a tale of survival, mastery, and the staggering cost of destiny... Enjoy...
A_Thousand_Cubits · 22.7k Views

Sacrificed to the Tyrant King: The Witch Who Conquered the Continent

Hermi did not volunteer for this marriage. She is a royal bastard, hunted down by a father she has never met, then handed off to a foreign king whose name is whispered like a curse. A perfectly efficient solution for everyone involved. Except Hermi. That foreign king rules a wasteland so barren and forsaken that the six surrounding kingdoms use it as a dumping ground for criminals and exiles. He is rumored to be a tyrant. Every princess sent before her is said to have died within months. Hermi's expectations are, understandably, low. She arrives with exactly one goal: survive long enough to burn her home kingdom to the ground. A modest ambition, all things considered. Survival, however, turns out to be complicated. The land is hostile. Her husband runs cold and scorching in equal measure. The crown on her head feels less like power, and more like a very formal death sentence. Then, somewhere between a wasteland and a husband who wouldn't stop watching her, Hermi awakens something the continent hasn't seen in thousands of years. A magic so ancient and absolute it rewrites the rules of the world. The kind that makes kingdoms nervous. The kind that makes alliances form overnight. Hermi arrived in the wasteland to start a war. She didn't expect to become the reason the entire world has no choice but to declare one against her. — Tags: Dark Romantasy, Morally Grey, Political Intrigue, Kingdom Building, Power Couple, Slow Burn, War, Dragons, Monster Hunt, Magic System, Level Up, Power Growth — Warning: Explicit Gore and Sexual Content
scarlet_ivy · 38.2k Views

The Villainess Is All I Want (Even If She's a Yandere)

Alternative Tittle: The Second Male Lead’s POV (in an Otome World) ────────────────────────── Starting a forbidden relationship with the duke’s daughter was the most reckless thing Lucian had ever done in his life. Up until now, his only risks were hunting rare saplings from dangerous places. Now, he was breaking the nobles’ rules. And it backfired, horribly. Not once, not twice, not thrice but multiple times. He almost died once, lost a few friends, fled his homeland, and then almost died again, but here he was, not really learning. "So dumb," the devil voice in his head whispered in disdain, "How more idiotic can you get?" "As far as idiocy goes deep," Lucian answered, accepting the new path of his life, "And it goes deep. And wide." Goal: get wealthy and powerful enough to afford more idiocy Current arsenal: blood, sweat, tears, and pure wits Start point: gardener End point: unknown ────────────────────────── Trigger warnings: ROMANCE, Lovers to Enemies to ???, toxic love, conscious grooming, unreliable narration, trauma, self-aware hypocrisy, narcissism, superior complex, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, explicit content THE CHARACTERS DO NOT BEGIN AS YANDERE, BUT THEY WILL SLOWLY FALL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE AS THE STORY PROGRESSES. REMEMBER, THEY ARE PEOPLE FIRST, STEREOTYPES SECOND. TAGS: #twistedMC #manipulativeMC #YANDERExYANDERE #NO-NTR #loyalMC #loyalFL #insaneFL #evilFL #forbidden-love #you-can't-f‎ix-her-FL #NO-SYSTEM #pirates #secret-organization-building #territorymanagement #obsessive-love #comedy #conspiracy #businessman #moneymaking #mystery #Adult #Mature #extra
ChubbyLiv · 560.5k Views

GODLES BEYOND ALL

Veda Das, a former soldier in his forties, has spent thirteen years as a contract killer for a crime syndicate, driven by revenge after his pregnant wife was murdered. Haunted by the memory of his unborn daughter and the one thousand men he killed, he finally chooses death jumping from a building as police close in. Instead of dying, he wakes in a young man's body. A room covered in cryptic symbols. A voice in his head a younger version of himself, a soul with the power of omniscience. This younger Veda reveals they are now one being in two souls: a Vessel. A rare human who can carry a fallen soul without being consumed. He explains that a hidden world exists beyond what humans know a realm of ancient powers, parallel universes, and a forgotten war between light and dark that began before time itself. The first world, Primora, was shattered eons ago. Its fragments became the universe. Its fallen souls became Pretas hungry ghosts who wander between worlds. And those who embraced darkness became Asuras demons who consume human souls to survive. Now the Asuras are rising again. And the old souls who stayed in the light the ones who chose to follow the Creator to a new world they are calling the Vessels home. Their goal is to reach a place called the New World. A paradise hidden beyond the veil of reality. But to get there, Veda must master his new powers, control the voice in his head, and survive the forces that have been hunting him since before he was born. As Veda struggles to accept his second chance and the monster he must become to survive he must decide: Is this a curse? Or the ultimate gamble one that will let him challenge the very beings who shaped his fate?
PapaRajes · 1.7k Views

KEBARUKE HUNTER: Legacy of the First Era.

In a world where the night is not a sanctuary, but a slaughterhouse, the Moon is a god of execution. While the common people hide behind the "Silver Seals," a ancient race of monsters known as Kebaruke—born from a forbidden alchemical accident—stalk the shadows. But they have one fatal weakness: the very moonlight that guides them also burns them into white ash. Oolka was a simple girl until the night the Upper Sun Kebaruke decimated her village, leaving only her and her brother, Kgreko, alive. But Kgreko has changed. His hair has split into shades of purple and black, and a hunger grows within him that only blood can satisfy. To save his soul, Oolka must allow a cold-hearted Master to bind her brother’s jaw with a Steel Prayer Seal and teach her the forgotten Arts of the blade. Carrying the mysterious Triangle Mark of the legendary first slayer, Yortaka, Oolka joins the Hankure—an elite group of warriors hunting the King of Kebaruke, Izan. Alongside a wild boy raised by foxes and a girl obsessed with the speed of Heaven, Oolka must navigate a path of fire and frost. But as Izan grows desperate—slowly turning human due to a traitor’s injections—he unleashes his ultimate weapon: Ailiska, the 8-eyed King of the First Era, and Oolka's own blood-ancestor. In a world where the moon is a weapon and history is a lie, Oolka must master the First Art before the rotating castle of the enemy crushes the last of the human spirit.
Jawaid_Khan_0103 · 2.3k Views

THE SILENT RUIN OF KINGS

Before the great Mughal Empire, the world feared only one name: The Mongols. They were a storm that destroyed everything in its path. But they made one mistake—they left a young boy alive. Ulfat ul Baet was a child of peace and faith, traveling with his scholar-father and gentle mother. In a single night of horror, the Mongols didn't just attack his caravan; they stole his parents' identities. By wearing the clothes of his mother and father, the invaders tricked Ulfat into a false embrace before murdering his family before his eyes. Dragged into the freezing North as a slave, Ulfat is subjected to years of brutal torture. The Mongols want to break his body, his language, and his Islam. But while they watch his hands work the dirt, they fail to see his mind building a fortress. Ulfat doesn't want to kill the Khan with a sword. He wants to destroy the Mongol Empire from the inside. Through a stroke of culinary genius and psychological manipulation, Ulfat uses the "bond of bread and salt" to fascinate the aging King. In a move that shocks the world, the outsider is named the Successor to the Throne. Now, the slave is the King. But Ulfat hasn't forgotten the blue silk scarf in his pocket or the blood on the Steppe. As the new ruler, he begins a terrifying "Governmental Force." He doesn't burn their cities—he breaks their spirits. He forces the proudest warriors to bow at his parents' graves and slowly rots the empire’s foundation until they have nothing left but their shame. But as Ulfat nears his final revenge, he faces his greatest enemy: his own soul. Will he destroy the world to avenge his past, or will a single memory of his mother's mercy save him before he loses his faith forever?
AFIMANGERZ23 · 4.8k Views

The Cage of the Heartless Wolf

Eleven-year-old Jiarui (now Zain Yan) only wanted to blow out his candles and wish for his father’s return. Instead, he witnessed a massacre. On his birthday, three masked assassins shattered his world. He watched his mother, Zhao Qi, fall to a bullet, and his little sister, Jiya, sacrifice her life to save him. The image of a Dragon Tattoo on the killer’s arm was burned into his memory. Jiarui died that night; in his place, a cold-blooded survivor was born. The Present: The Predator and the Pawn Years later, Jiarui has been adopted by the powerful Zhenyu Yan, CEO of Z.Y Empire, and renamed Zain Yan. Now 27, he is Shenzhen’s most ruthless billionaire. Alongside his adoptive sister Fengning, he has built an empire, but his soul only hungers for one thing: the head of Lu Kang, the man who betrayed his father and caused his family's slaughter. Enter Aanya Lu (21), an innocent, hardworking girl who adores K-pop and dreams of a simple life. Zain discovers a devastating truth: Aanya is the beloved niece of his arch-enemy, Lu Kang. To destroy the uncle, Zain decides to break the niece. He pulls her into his corporation, intending to use her as a "weapon of revenge." The Twist: Love, Betrayal, and The Dragon King However, Aanya isn’t just a stranger. Years ago, Zain saved her from thugs to protect Fengning, and she became his first, secret love. Now, torn between his burning hatred for her bloodline and his possessive obsession with her, Zain forces a Contract Marriage to keep her trapped in his "Basement of Silence." But the shadows are closing in. Aanya’s ex-boyfriend, Ruan Jian, returns. Once her support, he shattered her heart—not out of malice, but because he is the Right Hand of the Dragon King. He knows the secret of Aanya’s birth: she isn't just Lu Kang's niece; she is the key to the Dragon King’s ultimate power. As bullets fly and the truth about the "Night of Blood" emerges, Zain realizes that Aanya isn't his pawn—she is his only weakness. To save her, the Heartless Wolf must decide: Will he complete his revenge, or burn the world down to protect the girl whose blood is tied to his nightmare? You are my wife, Aanya. Whether it's the ghosts of your past or the kings of the underworld... no one takes what belongs to me." — Zain Yan .Note: I am a new writer, so there may be some small mistakes in my novel. Your love and support are my greatest strength.”.
Ye_xiaan · 83.9k Views

Married to the Billionaire’s Mad Heir

Celeste had never felt loved. Living under the Dyers' roof, she had always been reminded of how unwanted she was. A charity case. A guest who had overstayed her welcome. There was nothing new about it-even she knew that. She had learned to make herself small. So when Marianne suddenly began treating her with warmth and affection, Celeste knew something had changed. She was no longer invincible. She didn't have to shrink herself. Didn't have to walk on eggshells. Her long-time wish finally came true, to be loved again by the people she called family. But it all came with a price. A price Celeste found absurd. There had always been a reason behind her aunt's kindness, and this time was no different. All Celeste had to do was marry a billionaire who had asked for her hand. It was fishy. Everything about it felt laughable. Celeste knew she wasn't worth marrying a billionaire. If anyone was, it was Lydia, Marianne's daughter. She was the obvious choice. But the mysterious billionaire had asked for Celeste specifically. And she wasn't given a choice. The moment she wrote her name on the marriage certificate, her life took a sudden turn. She woke up to the truth that she had been sold off to the Blackwells, the richest family in the world. But that wasn't the dreadful part. Celeste hadn't been sold to just anyone, she had been sold to Aiden Blackwell. And Aiden Blackwell was a madman. The mad heir of Richard Blackwell. ——————— In panic, she blurted. "N-no... please... sir. T-this is w-wrong..." Aiden's fingers slowed, but didn't stop. His brows furrowed as he watched her. Her lips were parted but no more words came. She still looked scared, but now, a little panicked. "Is it wrong to touch my wife?" He asked, his fingers moving traitorously slow. Color rushed to Celeste's cheeks at his words, a mix of fear, panic and embarrassment. Though he wasn't running wild now, she could see why he was called the mad heir.  Who touched a stranger like that just because she was called his wife? Aiden suddenly stopped, and Celeste tensed. Her eyes lifted to his face, the little spill of light coming from somewhere in the room catching the shift in his expression. His brows drew together at first, then slowly a smirk crept up his lips. His gaze moved from her robe back to her face, his smirk growing darker. "Are you naked, wife?" He asked the known, the look in his eyes setting off alarms in her head. His smirk deepened. "And you're not here to seduce me?" Celeste's eyes widened at the accusation. "You're in my bed, wearing nothing under your robe... isn't that seduction, little lamb?" His voice was low. "No-no... I—I..." Without warning, he leaned in, close enough for her to feel his hot breath on her skin. "Shh... let me touch what's mine, wife."
Gen_evieve · 8.1k Views