tragedy

“Time is knowledge, and history is knowledge, but oftentimes a mystery of knowledge and the epitome of time. And madness eats when one consumes by it. As such, time is but motion, for the moment you move, your hand creates past, present and to the future.” –Archsage Azageis– Time is not a river. It is a road… and everyone walks it without knowing where it ends. Invited— when Natalak is drawn from his world and set upon that road, he is not given a mission or a crown but free will of choosing. He instead, he is placed into Vashkeil, a land governed by systems older than morality itself. Vashkeil is a land of guilds, gods, and empires bound together by trade, magic, and fragile balance. As wars rise and ancient forces stir, and unseen mechanism turns, Natalak moves through the conflict himself moving through wars he did not begin and decisions he cannot escape. It follows a man who doesn’t seek power. Rather, he seeks understanding. This is not a tale of conquest, but of traversal. And on this travel draws many things. The Traveler’s Time is a slow-burning epic about existence, consequence, and the cost of asking “why.”. It tells a man who walks the road between law and chaos, fate and destiny, searching for meaning in a world where every answer carries a cost. The Traveller's Time and the world of Vashkeil are inspired and influence by classic CRPGs such as Baldur's Gate I & II, Neverwinter Nights, Icewind Dale, and other classic role-playing games, as well as the atmosphere and lore-driven storytelling of The Elder Scrolls.

Waking up in the body of a 6-year-old boy a few years before Cintra is destroyed, Madara receives a system that gives him the ability to gain the powers of Uchiha Madara. [The peak of Uchiha Madara's system is before he becomes the ten-tails jinchuuriki.] The system's percentage does not stop Madara's power, but rather the system's release. After all, I don't want to see a character who goes around killing everyone from the beginning of the story.

https://www.royalroad.com/profile/814934 "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com." Hidden from all maps, Red-Hill appears to be a humble orphanage. But it's a training ground for child operatives. Raised in secrecy to kill, protect, and survive, its wards are sought out by those who fear gods and monsters. To the world, it's salvation and exploitation. To the children, it's home. And every night, as the rifts whisper, they wait for their next mission.

Life is dark and meaningless. That was what it had taught every single day I'd been cursed to live it. And now, finally, it was coming to an end. My arm ached where the needle pierced the vein. Already, my fingers were numb, spots spinning in front of my eyes. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. Only...death was supposed to be dark, wasn't it? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

**STORY ANNOUNCEMENT — EARLY CHAPTER REVISIONS & CHAPTER ORDER FIX** Hey everyone! I wanted to give a quick update regarding the early part of the story. I’ll be going back and making several **revisions to the earlier chapters** to improve the story’s pacing, continuity, character development, and overall flow. I also noticed that a few chapters were **accidentally posted in the wrong order**, which may have caused certain scenes, conversations, or events to feel confusing or like they happened too early. Those chapters will be reorganized into their **correct chronological order**. These revisions may include: • Fixing incorrectly numbered or misplaced chapters • Reordering scenes so events happen in the proper sequence • Cleaning up continuity errors • Improving early character introductions and relationships • Adjusting dialogue and descriptions • Strengthening foreshadowing for later story arcs • Making sure important events properly connect to future chapters The **main story, characters, relationships, and overall direction will remain the same**. This is primarily a cleanup and restructuring of the earlier material so the story reads much more smoothly from beginning to end. If you notice some chapter numbers changing or older chapters being updated, **nothing has been deleted from the story intentionally**—I’m simply putting everything where it was originally supposed to be. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and following the story! ❤️ Once the revisions are finished, the early chapters should connect much more naturally with the current storyline. Twenty two year old Fumiko goes to sleep rage-scrolling a “generic straight romance” otome game and wakes up inside it with a holographic HUD floating in front of her face. Title:Crimson Heirs of Everflame Player Character:Lady Fiametta von Ardentis Role: Villainess / Final Calamity Status: Terminally Ill (Irreversible) Genre:FIRE The body in the mirror isn’t her own: it’s the outrageously beautiful noblewoman destined to be the game’s last boss and most hated villainess. In the original *Crimson Heirs of Everflame*, Fiametta’s only endings were imprisonment, execution, or a beautifully animated death. Now, the system insists her illness is incurable even as she feels disturbingly healthy and the so called “FIRE” genre quietly explains itself: heightened emotions, irreversible consequences, and “reality bleed-through.” Worse, all the flags are wrong. The four powerful heroines who were supposed to loathe Fiametta now have their affection maxed out: * Crown Princess Seraphine , who announces their political engagement and clings like a devoted fiancée who would burn the world before letting Fia vanish. * Knight-Captain Elira, the empire’s sword, assigned as Fiametta’s personal escort. * Archmage Lyriel , whose cold logic melts whenever Fia’s name is mentioned. * Saintess Mira, the empire’s holy light, who prays for Fia with frightening intensity. In the game, they were routes Fumiko chased as a player. In this world, they are women who love Fiametta too much to let her go and perhaps too much to let her be free. Caught between a body marked by a terminal countdown, four heroines whose love already burns at maximum, and a system that treats reality like a script it can overwrite, Fumiko has to think like the gamer she used to be: * Map the routes in a world that no longer follows its own code. * Discover what “FIRE” really demands from its players. * Hack a fate labeled irreversible before the genre turns her life and the women who love her into ash. In a universe where love is fuel and every choice can ignite a catastrophe, the villainess of *Crimson Heirs of Everflame* must decide: Is she trying to survive her own story… or willing to burn with them, if that’s the only ending left?

Kaizen wakes up in freefall with no memory. Stomach churning, he's birthed into a world of panic the moment his functions kick in. He explodes out onto a foreign world of bone-white dust, saddled with the responsibility of leading a pack of newborns, a duty handed to him by an unknown orb called the Oracle. A S.E.E.D., a synthetic human created to adapt, he finds himself different from the other seedlings as he traverses this unfamiliar world. Emotions he doesn't understand. An ability to ignore orders unlike the others. Knowledge he has never earned. This is a story of self-discovery in a world unseen before. Massive foreign creatures. An intelligent species with a mysterious past. What is Kaizen's real purpose on a planet that seems to be at the end of its days? Why was he sent here? Who sent him?

You think you can understand Chaos? Foolish! Chaos isn't merely disorder; it is the ultimate paradox, a power woven into the very fabric of reality itself. In a hyper-advanced future built on quantum technology, humanity is awakened by the same energy tearing the universe apart. Abominations from a higher dimension invade, forcing humans to the brink of extinction. In the shadows of this broken world, Missio Augustus wanders aimlessly like a lost soul, trying to find meaning in his solitary existence. Forced to relive his lifelong trauma through the tricks of a ruthless drug lord, he becomes a static being frozen in a rapidly changing world. But as an ancient church emerges to bring Mayhem upon humanity, Demons, Gods, Dragons and Eldritch horrors stir as humanity drives itself to its own demise... This is a relaunch of my original work. I am moving this story from my previous account (SageofMusic) to this new handle (Ekadash). I am the sole creator of Music Box Mayhem.

On an ordinary day, an inventory livestream descended upon the dimensional multiverse. Those who were selected all had a faint blue light screen appear before them. Immediately after, large characters appeared in front of them. 《 Dimensional World Inventory — Top 10 Famous Scenes 》  Scene 1: One person, one sword, guarding a city, battling seventy thousand... Scene ***: The man who almost kicked out the grand finale, Eight Gates Formation! Might Guy! Scene ***: Menma, I found you! Scene ***: ..... As one scene after another of regretful characters appeared, everyone watching the scenes shed tears. Monkey D. Luffy: That's amazing, one person, one sword, not only fought against seventy thousand people, but also returned alive? Uzumaki Naruto: I didn't expect that seemingly ordinary guy to be so powerful! Uchiha Sasuke: The one who made the final save was actually you. Jinta Yadomi: Menma, we found you~ Everyone: Menma, we found you~ Honma Meiko "Menma": Hi! I've been found! Updates Schedule: 2 chapters every T/TH @11am GMT+08 If you want to support me and want advanced access to up to 10 chapters, you can check it @patreon.com/Icedrone

We all know how it goes. The CEO falls for the 5'9, soft-spoken, brown-eyed girl with a smile untouched by the world. Love at first glance. A fairytale written in bold. Meanwhile, the woman who loved him first Who knew his silence, his shadows, his worst days is pushed aside. They call her jealous. Obsessive. A villain. And the story ends with applause for the innocent girl and the powerful man. A happy ending? You’re wrong. Kashi loved him first. She loved him loud, recklessly, with her whole soul. And then she arrived. Perfect smile. Soft voice. Brown eyes. The kind of girl the world bends for without asking why. He looked at her once and that was enough to erase years. Kashi didn’t lose him quietly. She lost him publicly. Humiliated. Replaced. Turned into a meme. A punchline. So she disappeared. For one year, Kashi buried herself. And while the world moved on, someone else was watching. Chaos. He watched from the shadows. obsessive, patient, dangerous in the way only quiet men are. She never noticed him. So he waited. Now Kashi is back. Not to beg. Not to compete. Not to play the villain in someone else’s love story. She’s back to rewrite the narrative. The CEO she loved since childhood doesn’t want her? Fuck him. The world laughed when she broke? Let it burn. And as Kashi rebuilds, stronger, colder, sharper. she starts to notice something strange. Who exactly is X? And why does he kneel like a loyal dog when she calls his name?

What would happen if an unknown force pulled everyone into a movie theater to watch Subaru's experiences? This is recommended for readers who are familiar with the original work and have a slightly deeper understanding of the anime. If you don't know much, that's okay too! Watching the anime while reading is a healthy way! After learning the truth, they all collapsed! Reading guide: 【 】 represents the following content being watched. 〜Inside, the Theater〜 represents the following content, being the audience's reactions. The main storyline and the 'IF' lines are all involved! Some mobile game IFs may also appear! Updates Schedule: 1 Chapter every T/TH @11am GMT+08 If you want to support me and want advanced access to up to 2 Chapters, you can check it @patreon.com/Icedrone

A bizarre invasion strikes Wuthering Waves, the Lament resounds throughout civilization, here… there is no Rover. Professional Hardcore player Noah enters Solaris and discovers that the world of Wuthering Waves is completely different from the one in his memory. The Magistrate of Jinzhou is no longer Jinhsi, but Scar of the Fractsidus. General Jiyan of the Midnight Rangers has already been corrupted and blackened by Threnodian pollution. The Black Shores have completely fallen, and the Shorekeeper sacrificed herself to fuse with the Tethys System. Gloomy shadows shroud the sky, civilization’s Lament never ceases, and the desperate, exhausted people have no time to wipe away their tears as they confront fate with roars of unwilling fury. “Good, good, good, so this is how you want to play it!” Noah cursed under his breath— “Then don’t blame me for turning on cheats.” [Wuthering Waves fanfiction + bizarre invasion + apocalypse + world salvation + collapsed main storyline + protagonist is not Rover] === 50 Advance Chapter on Patreon/Ferasam

In 1911, the first Korean cadet enrolled at the United States Military Academy. However, he was no ordinary soul. He retained his memory from his past life as an officer in the Korean Army.

She grew up ashamed of him. To her, he was everything a father shouldn't be: incompetent, greedy, selfish, and utterly embarrassing. Living at the very bottom of society, he couldn’t provide her the comfort or dignity she longed for. Her childhood was colored by disappointment, resentment, and a deep desire to escape the shadow of a man she believed had failed her in every way. She avoided him. She hated the way he scrimped and saved. She hated the way he dressed, the way he spoke, the way he simply existed. But then, everything changed. One day, she stumbled upon a truth too heavy to bear: her father had been silently battling cancer for sixteen years. He endured endless pain, not for himself, but to stay alive for her. To make sure she was fed. Clothed. Safe. By the time she understood the weight of his sacrifice, it was too late. He was gone. And for the first time in her life, she wept not from shame or frustration, but from grief, regret, and a love she had never realized was there all along. A heartbreaking tale of misunderstanding, sacrifice, and redemption, My Daughter Says: Having a Father Like Me is Really Embarrassing will leave you in tears, reminding us all that love sometimes hides behind the quietest of struggles. ---------- Source Material: 女儿说：有我这种父亲，真丢人

Thunglung Dungma, an ordinary modern-world man, dies in a tragedy and is reincarnated into the magical world called the Rana World. He is reborn as a Demon of that world Shree Yan. Magical worms exist everywhere across the Rana World: in forests, seas, underground, caves, sects, dynasties, kingdoms, and empires. These mystical worms are the essence of the Rana World and the universe itself. The world runs on a star-power system astral essence, energy, magic, star energy, star essence. A comet's astral essence and energy gave birth to the Astral Worms, which are extremely rare in the Rana World.

The world is being invaded by monsters that pour out of mysterious Spatial Cracks. To survive, humanity abandoned wars and united under sects that gather cultivators to fight the endless tide of monsters. Because of this, becoming a cultivator is no longer a dream, but a terrifying nightmare. One day, Desper awakened his Origin and became a cultivator. Accepting his fate, he prepared to spend his life fighting the monsters threatening humanity. But he discovered a terrifying truth. “My clan is the enemy of the world?! We are helping the monsters?! We are the root of every problem?!” What will he do? How will he hide his identity? Will he chase his past? This is the story of Desper, of losing those he loved, seeking revenge in their name, and walking a path that may shatter everything he thought he knew.

"Hey! Why did you undress?" I said without glancing at him, only to hear his genuine and humorous laugh. "What happened to you? Why do you look so scared? Oh, come on, don't you dare think nasty of me". Again, with his joyful and teasing laughter. I just shut my mouth and ignored him. I focused my glare on the floor, shivering cold in my sopping wet dress. "Didn’t you say you wanted to stay for a while, and that you don't want to go home yet? It's not good for you to stay in your soaked dress for very long. I'm serious, and I don't want you to get hypothermia. So, you'd better slip off that gown and hang it on the railing to dry a little. Doesn't it feel heavy?" He looks serious, delivering his point. He's probably right, but that seems uncomfortable. Disrobing in front of Ziggy while ogling over his naked body, it feels so awkward to me. He is my best friend, my hero, and if there is something that is most important in my life, it is to not lose him. I tried hard not to fall in love with him because they say relationships are complicated, and being in love with your best friend and failing hurts double time. What if it's too late for me to realize that he is more than just a best friend, but really my first and only true love? DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT. IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 AND MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL ADULT READERS. VIEW AT YOUR DISCRETION. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Mysterious and curious swords scattered across the earth, waiting for their world-renowned Sword Masters. Who can comprehend the miraculous skill that has been passed down from millennia? The city of Chang'an hides those who carry the power of fire and sun, the central plains house giant decaying millennial families, the wild warriors of the Northern Territory silently sharpen their blades, the dance of deceit and cunning occurs among the southern kingdoms... Above the lofty tranquility, a pair of world-dominating gray eyes are slowly opening. Pei Ye raises his head, pulling the Longsword from his stomach: "Immortal Lord of the True Dragon Taiyi... let's see, who is whose prey."

“Sometimes, the scariest stories begin with silence…” In the last week before summer vacation, a group of spirited 9th-grade girls returns to school for extra classes—expecting boredom, not a ghost story coming to life. Prajwal, the calm and mature one, along with her group of quirky, clever, and chaotic friends—Akshada, Rutuja, Swarali, Apurva, Swara, Anushka, Akshara, Srushti, and Darshana—begin to notice strange happenings around their classroom. Whispers from empty rooms, flickering lights, and an eerie presence that no one dares to talk about. As the girls dig deeper, laughter mixes with fear, secrets unravel, and a long-forgotten soul begins to speak through the walls. What starts as a haunting turns into a mission of kindness—to listen, to understand, and to set her free. Filled with friendship, chills, silly jokes, brave hearts, and a bittersweet truth, this horror-comedy novel is a reminder that some goodbyes bring peace, and some ghosts just need to be heard. Because the scariest thing isn’t a ghost… it’s being forgotten.

In a remote, snowbound village, a battered boy lay half-buried in the cold, his body broken and surrounded by corpses in the aftermath of a demon’s brutal feast. As consciousness faded, a faint fragrance of wisteria drifted through the air, unnatural yet comforting. Through his blurred vision, a butterfly seemed to descend beside him… but it was no insect. It was a girl. With gentle grace and captivating violet eyes, Shinobu Kocho knelt beside him, her presence calm amidst the carnage. “Come with me,” she said softly. Her voice, warm and soothing, pierced through the boy’s despair like sunlight breaking through winter clouds. From that moment, his fate changed. He was brought into the ranks of the Demon Slayer Corps, where he trained under the unwavering guidance of the Stone Hashira, Gyomei Himejima, the strongest among them. On the battlefield, he fought alongside Tanjiro Kamado, forging bonds through blood and survival. Yet beyond strength and camaraderie, something deeper took root within him: an unspoken love for Shinobu. But beneath it all burned a single, unrelenting purpose: To hunt down and kill the one responsible for everything... the demon who destroyed his life. Visit patreon.com/MexxyWave to get access to 50+ chapters. Thank you so much!