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Quick Transmigration: Changing the Male Lead's Terrible Fate

On the fourth day of May, Kevin was murdered in his apartment. He has no enemies and no friends. His parents have their own families, and he lives alone in a 200 meter square apartment – in other words, he does not have anyone who bores hatred against him. But he died. And the police concluded his death was an act of revenge homicide. Kevin pondered who would kill him when he suddenly woke to unfamiliar surroundings. And it took a few minutes to be processed in his head… Why are the furnitures so big?! The bed's mattress is so wide it's like the whole floor uses it as a floormat! The window is so high Kevin felt he was inside a church with glass walls as high as a three-storey building! Even worse, the appearance of a flower vase at his side is as tall as him! What the hell is going on?! [Host, you now possess the identity of the Male Lead's precious cat!] Kevin: What did you say? [Current Mission Progress: 0%] [Host, please work hard and prevent the Male Lead's terrible fate!] Kevin: …… What nonsense?! I just died! ………………………. [Host, the villain is one step closer to harming the Male Lead's life! Please prevent them!] Kevin: …… [Host, a villain's lackey wants to kill the Male Lead! Please stop them!] Kevin: ….. [Host, the Male Lead incurred a huge loss because of the villain, please bring him home and pamper him well!] Kevin: …… [Host, the Male Lead is injured because of the villain! Please nurse him back to health!] Kevin: …… Am I the Male Lead's mom or a pet?! ______________________________________________________ Updates are on Wednesday and Thursday.
phoenixhyperion · 545.2k Views

Take And Draw

No one announces the lottery. No one advertises the prize. And no one ever explains the costs. Raka Aditya lives an ordinary life unremarkable, quiet, and carefully planned. He is a content creator, routines that keep him grounded, and a future he assumes will unfold slowly, one year at a time. Until people around him begin to die without reason. Healthy people collapse in kitchens. Friends disappear overnight. Strangers lose decades of their lives in an instant. There are no patterns, no warnings, only the unbearable feeling that something invisible is taking time away… and giving it to someone else. The Draw. A cycle where time is transferred, not created. A system that chooses one recipient and grants them years of life, taken evenly from others. A game where no participant is allowed to speak its name. At first, Raka is only an observer. Then a witness. And finally, a Curator. As a Curator, he can see the remaining lifespan of every human being, a number no one else is meant to know. But the rules are absolute: he cannot reveal the system, cannot reveal himself, and cannot interfere. Every violation is paid for in death. With each cycle, Raka watches people lose time they never agreed to give. He watches winners live longer without knowing why. He watches families mourn deaths with no medical explanation. And slowly, he begins to understand the cruel truth of the system: Luck does not save you. Silence keeps it alive. And every choice, whether made or not still costs time. Take And Draw is a dark, philosophical thriller about fate, consequence, and the quiet horror of a world where life can be taken without warning, and where the most dangerous role is not being a participant, but a witness who must never speak.
49_thaha_ismail · 1.5k Views

The Saint and the Failed Hunter

Williams Michael—known by everyone as Max—is the weakest hunter in the guild. He can’t fight, can’t hunt, and can’t even kill a chicken on his own. Mocked and laughed at, he survives by doing petty jobs: gathering herbs, escorting villagers, and running errands. The only reason he endures the humiliation is to care for his sick mother—and the quiet love he still holds for Victoria, his childhood friend who has become a revered holy saint living within the church. When Max desperately asks for a higher-paying job to save his dying mother, the guild gives him what seems like a miracle: a safe, well-paid mission as a manastone harvester. Unaware of the truth, Max walks willingly into a lie. He is used as bait in a failed attempt to hunt a high-level vampire. The mission ends in massacre. The hunters die. Max is left unconscious among corpses—and reborn through a forbidden, incomplete soul exchange that turns him into something no longer human. Declared dead by the world, Max awakens one week later to loss beyond measure: his mother gone, his name erased, and his body cursed with vampiric instincts he struggles to control. Though sunlight no longer kills him, it rejects him. Hunger stalks him. Fear follows him. And the church begins to sense a dark presence growing closer each day. Yet when Max reunites with Victoria, love still remains—fragile, forbidden, and dangerous. She feels something is wrong… but chooses to believe in the boy she loved. As fate, faith, and blood collide, Max must hide what he has become while deciding whether he will live as a monster, defy the church that binds the woman he loves, or sacrifice everything to protect her. Because sometimes, the cruelest curse is not becoming a monster— but loving someone you can never stand beside.
Alabi_Ayomide_6783 · 2.9k Views

Promised Reality

[■??—■•] lived the life she AlWayS?WaNTed■… or so she was made to believe. Where skies never storm. Where doors don’t slam. Where nothing hurts enough to leave a scar. But then came the dreams. They didn’t scream. They whispered. In a language older than memory, stitched between shadows and static. It was the first crack in a perfect cycle. Now, her hands don’t feel like her own. Mirrors refuse to lie. And the silence in her chest is beginning to speak. Somewhere, beneath this [■—·•■?] skin of comfort, beneath the smile that fits too well, lies the life she left behind. The one she -.-- ...- - - ...- .-- / --. .-.. / ..- .-.. .. - ...- --. .-.-.- At night, she wanders through shattered reflections.. of who she was, who she is, and that something else watching in between. [Redacted] is fading. [Redacted] c■nt h?lp ■ou anym■re. And something ancient is stirring in the silence between heartbeats. When the veil finally tears, will she run back to the dream she mistook for love..? or open her eyes to the life that ended her? Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fiction. Its characters, identities, memories, and realities are deliberately constructed and distorted for narrative purposes. Any resemblance to real persons ( living or dead ) or to actual events is coincidental and unintended. The story does not depict real individuals or experiences, but explores imagined states of trauma, identity, and perception.
Thorned_R0SE · 23.8k Views