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The cat demon who escaped from fate

Xu Yang died.At least,that was supposed to be the end.When he opened his eyes again,he found himself lying in a cold forest,his body covered in wet black fur.He tried to move,but froze when he saw four small paws in front of him.He was a cat.Not just any black cat—a low-level cat demon inside a cultivation novel he had once read. A novel he never finished. Before Xu Yang can even process his new life,a cold voice suddenly sounds in his head. [System activated.] "...What?" [Host has been assigned nine lives.] Xu Yang blinks. [These lives are not blessings.] His smile disappears. "...What do you mean?" [Every life has a destined death.] "Excuse me?" [Death is mandatory.] Xu Yang stares into the distance. "Then why give me nine lives?!" [You may ask again after your first death.] "That's even worse!" And that's how Xu Yang discovers his new life comes with one very unfair condition: He is not allowed to live. Every life has a different path.Every death brings him closer to something he cannot yet understand.And every time he awakens again,the world changes in ways that shouldn't be possible. People forget him. Memories disappear. Events occur that were never written in the novel. Even the System begins behaving strangely. [Warning.] [Original storyline deviation detected.] "Can you fix it?" [No.] "Can you tell me what's happening?" [No.] "Then what are you useful for?" [Survival assistance.] "I'm starting to dislike you." [Acknowledged.] Unfortunately,the System is the least of Xu Yang's problems. The cultivation world is full of sects that hunt demons,immortals who hide their own secrets,and forces that seem to know more about his fate than he does. And somewhere along the way,Xu Yang realizes something is terribly wrong. His deaths aren't random. Someone or something is making sure each life ends exactly when it should.But fate makes one mistake.It leaves Xu Yang with the ability to choose what he does before he dies.So he starts changing things.One small choice then another.Until the story he once knew becomes unrecognizable. And the System gives him a final warning: [Host.] [You were never supposed to survive this long.] Xu Yang looks at the road ahead. "Then I guess Heaven should have written a better ending." Nine lives.Death is guaranteed. But Xu Yang has never been very good at following rules. First time writing fantasy story! Hope you enjoy:)
Amini_Sim · 135.1k Views

The Names... RIYURA SHIKO! - 名前は…リユラ・シコ!

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)
Shyzuli_Lolz · 148.5k Views

Five Chambers of Red Dancer [BL]

Disclaimer: The backstories of the characters are full of trauma, depression, gore, violence etc. Characters are morally complex. *** VOL-1 When the Moon is declared unreachable, most people lower their gaze. Except Crown Prince Isaiah. His obsession with the mysterious Red Moon began on a night when the infamous figure saved the very people who attempted to assassinate him but instead of seeking revenge or capturing the traitors, Isaiah found himself chasing that one legend that none dared to speak of. But Isaiah didn't know the truth at that time. The Red Moon he pursued was a legend named Crimson Moon Waterfall — A Courtesan known for his love for freedom, his hunger for the knowledge of his magical dance art called Chandni dance and a dark past that none knew. Slowly, what seemed as a light-hearted crust turned into a obsession. And thus, The butterfly has decided to chase the impossible. But the impossible has chosen to run. VOL-2 When their relationship took a good turn, the world's future took a bad turn. Will their newly formed relationship last in the dark Era of Apollyon? VOL-3 The peace was restored in the world, but not in their relationship... Secrets, lies, and old conflicts began to rise. The legend Isaiah chased was never as simple as he believed. His beloved moon was connected to the same existence that once killed him. And as the truth slowly unfolds, their past returns to crush everything they built. Yet everything ended in a very unexpected way. **** COVER IS NOT MINE. IT IS TAKEN FROM PINTEREST. CREDIT TO REAL ARTIST! Extra tags: #Obsession #Slow Burn #psychological #weaktostrong #complicated power dynamic #betrayal #apocalypse #reincarnation (This is also going to be slight reverse harem.) *** On hiatus: From 31 0ctober to 19 November 2026
EXbiHERE · 43.6k Views

꧁ SACRED ꧂

Nothing is set in stone—not time, not fate, and certainly not Death. But in Rudra's existence, one thing has remained constant: a person. In her tears and rage. In her love and hatred. Now, Rudra is determined to figure out why she was the only one who mourned his death while the rest of the world celebrated his demise—especially since they had always stood on opposite sides of the war. And her answer might be the one thing he holds most dear—the only truth that remains truly sacred. In the kingdom of Partha, power does not negotiate. It descends from the mountain, absolute and ancient, in the form of Ravaan Azhdar — the Dragon King — and his son, Prince Rudra, who inherits his father's fire and none of his patience. In his first life, Rudra did what dragons do. He wanted the Saintess of Benevia and he took her — flew across half the known world and carried Teresa Williams out of her country like a thing claimed, imprisoning her in the cursed land of Alaka for months while the kingdoms of men scrambled to respond. He was not cruel to her, exactly. He simply did not think of her as something that required particular consideration. She was leverage. She was a statement. She was, in the particular arithmetic of dragon politics, a piece on a board. He did not expect Percival Leonhart. The hero came through Alaka the way heroes do — through impossible odds and worse terrain, carrying the legendary sword of Mamon, and he killed Rudra with it. Not cleanly. Not quickly. But definitively. Rudra lay dying in the ruins of everything he had built, alone, which was no more than he deserved and he knew it, and he waited for the end with the specific resignation of a creature who has no remorse, no regret whatsoever. Then Tish appeared. Not rescued, not triumphant, not standing over him with justified contempt. She appeared the way she always moved through the world — quietly, purposefully, and in this case with her hands already reaching for him, her holy magic already trying to knit shut wounds that had no business being knittable. She was crying. She was afraid. And she was, against every law of sense and self-preservation, trying to save the dragon who had taken her from her home He didn't understand it. He asked her why, once, in the way a dying thing asks questions — without real expectation of an answer. She didn't explain. She kept healing. And then an arrow found her, from somewhere in the dark, and she died in front of him before he could — before he could what, exactly, he would spend a great deal of time not finishing that thought. Then Rudra woke up in his bed in Ashkavar. Three years before any of it happened. He lay there for a long time. Long enough for the disorientation to pass and the facts to arrange themselves into something he could examine. He had been given time back, though by what mechanism or mercy he couldn't say. The world was reset. Tish was alive somewhere in Benevia, being saintly and blessed and entirely unaware of everything that hadn't happened yet. He did not love her. He wants to be clear about that, if only to himself. He had barely known her in the first life, and what he had known he hadn't particularly liked — she was stubborn and principled and had an infuriating tendency to keep extending grace to things that hadn't earned it, chief among them apparently him. He did not miss her. He missed the answer she hadn't given him. He missed the specific shape of a question that had no other possible source of resolution. Why had she tried to save him. And for that answer, he was determined to burn everything down all over again. (I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com )
Archieaval · 44.3k Views