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Protocall Of The Fallen

Grim Cavendish was never special. On Earth, he lived quietly, working an invisible job and studying the systems that controlled the world—power grids, traffic, supply chains. He didn’t fix them. He learned why they failed. Grim understood one truth: collapse was never an accident. Systems allowed it long before it happened. Then, without warning, Grim died. There was no heroism. No reward. Because of a system error far beyond human understanding, his soul was dragged across realities and forced into another world—inside a body that was already dead. That body belonged to a boy everyone called trash. Weak. Talentless. Beaten. Hated. In this new world, strength decided everything. Bloodlines ruled. Power meant survival. Grim had none of it—and he inherited all the body’s humiliation and enemies. As death came for him a second time, a broken system answered. The Protocol of the Fallen. It was not kind. It did not guide. It offered only survival—through submission, loss, and irreversible choices. Every agreement Grim made took something from him: pain, freedom, humanity. In return, it gave him power. As Grim rose, he learned the truth. The Protocol was never meant to save the world. It was designed to control those who survived collapse. Caught between obsession and politics, devotion and domination, Grim chose neither obedience nor rebellion. He chose to rewrite the system itself. This is not a story about saving the world. It is the story of how the world learned to submit.
Dexetous · 129 Views

Code Abyss: Resimulation (Inggris Version)

The world did not end with a single, catastrophic collapse. It ended because of something humanity created itself. In the era of Tyrak, a global system governed nearly every aspect of life. The world became stable, predictable, almost perfect—until one day, that order fractured. The sky split apart. The logic of reality lost its footing. Existence shattered into seven zones, giving birth to beings that failed to adapt to the world’s new laws. Amid the remnants of that ruin, a man awakens from cryostasis. He does not remember how the world ended. He does not know why he survived. His name is Kael Vieron—and his existence soon becomes an anomaly. Kael is cast into the realm of the Imperatrix—entities who rule over the structure of reality itself, far beyond the reach of human logic. A world that rejects most remnants of the old existence, yet inexplicably allows Kael to remain. As if his presence still holds a role yet unfinished. Then, a system appears—offering a way forward. It speaks of scattered fragments. Of a world that can be restored. Of choices that can still be made. But the further Kael moves forward, the clearer it becomes that this world is not merely broken—it is being guided. Every decision carries consequences that feel unnervingly precise. Every truth leaves behind a disturbing gap. In a world where reality can be rewritten, and salvation holds more than one meaning, Kael must confront a question no one ever taught him to answer: Is he truly choosing his own path—or merely walking along a road prepared long before he ever awakened? Because when the world stands on the brink of repetition, not every destruction is meant to be stopped. And not every savior comes to save.
CatKing15 · 4.8k Views

Blood Maid

In the Valerius family mansion, everyone knows "Butler Sálvia." Although technically one of the housemaids, she flatly refuses to wear skirts or corsets, finding comfort only in rigorous masculine attire, tailored vests, and white gloves. Polite, religious, and possessing impeccable posture, she has become the family's right hand, overseeing everything from the young master's etiquette to the estate's security. However, Sálvia's elegance is a facade for a terrifying reality. Sálvia is the "Genius of Harlequir," the sole survivor of a legendary assassin clan wiped out by mysterious forces. The comfort she finds in men's clothing is not merely an aesthetic preference; it is a practical necessity. Those garments allow for the swift draw of her hidden daggers and the fluid movement required to kill in seconds. Her life of servitude is an act of penance and gratitude toward the Valerius family, especially their son, who dreams of becoming the knight who will defeat the Demon King. In the boy's heroic spark, Sálvia sees the purity she lost long ago. Thus, she has sworn that no shadow shall touch the young master as long as she draws breath. But when the ghosts of her past—the very ones who destroyed her clan—begin to emerge on the kingdom's borders, Sálvia realizes that prayer will not be enough. To protect her new family and satiate her desperate hunger for vengeance, she will have to stain her white gloves with blood. When a threat arises, the butler's polite education gives way to the assassin's ferocity, unleashing a violence so horrific it would make the Demon King himself recoil. Sálvia is a tragic and formidable figure: a woman who serves with the devotion of a saint, but hunts with the precision of a demon.
samuelcotrim2004 · 3.1k Views