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The Cafe Beneath The Storm

My name is Naomi Price. I’m twenty-three, cursed with an annoyingly flawless complexion, and my life used to be completely unremarkable. My biggest mistake was paying eight bucks for a americano at The Roasted Cafe. That’s where some coward slipped a lethal cocktail into my mug, and I ended up choking on my own spit on a sticky laminate floor. Death was supposed to be a dirt nap. Instead, I woke up with a migraine, exactly ten years in the past. Only, it isn't my past. The world I woke up in is wrong. The skies are a polluted, bruised purple, and the streets are crawling with heavily armed zealots who call themselves The Legion. They own everything now. And the kicker? Everyone is walking around with powers, dictated by a mysterious, floating System that treats human lives like a twisted, high-stakes game. You want to survive this dystopia? You rank up. You want to find out who murdered you? You bleed for it. But the universe has a sick, twisted sense of humor when it comes to leveling up. You can't just grind your way to the top by beating the shit out of low-tier thugs in an alley. To climb the ladder and claim a higher rank, the System locks you in a pocket dimension and forces you to fight an upgraded, deadlier version of yourself. You have to literally kick your own ass to evolve. If you lose? You die for real. And as if dealing with a fascist regime and fighting my own shadow wasn't enough, I brought a passenger back with me. A fractured piece of my own subconscious woke up when I died. She is an arrogant, unhinged mastermind who thinks she is God’s gift to violence. I just want to solve my murder, rip the Legion to shreds, and fix this broken timeline. My other half? She just wants to finger-paint with their blood. So, grab a helmet and buckle the fuck up. We have exactly fifty chapters to sort this colossal clusterfuck out, and my patience is already running on empty.
r0h1th_ · 3.8k Views

The Immortal’s Ink: Strokes of Longing

Mo Yuan was one step away from shattering the heavens. As the supreme Immortal Ascendant Emperor, he had sacrificed everything to reach the peak of the Outer Void Battlefield—only to be stabbed in the back by his wife and sworn brother during his final tribulation. ​His cultivation bone ripped out. His fortune stolen. His life extinguished. ​When he opens his eyes again, the blood-soaked Emperor finds himself in a familiar, sunlit room. He has regressed back to his youth as a frail mortal, the son of a poor village carpenter. His family, who died tragically in his past life, is alive and well. ​Exhausted by a millennium of slaughter, Mo Yuan makes a vow: no cultivation, no revenge, no fighting. He only wants to live a quiet life and pursue the dream he never had time for in his past life—becoming a painter. ​But the Universe refuses to let a supreme sovereign live as a mortal. ​Mo Yuan has no formal painting skills, but his soul carries the weight of a supreme Emperor. Without realizing it, his crude, clumsy brushstrokes leak terrifying "Supreme Dao Intent." A simple sparrow painted on a block of wood terrifies outer sect disciples into madness. A crumpled ball of ink thrown into the snow forcibly brings spring to a dead winter. A painting of the night sky accidentally eclipses the real moon, sending ancient sects into widespread panic. ​Mo Yuan thinks he is just bad at mixing ink. The cultivation world thinks a primordial god has descended. ​Yet, fate is cruel. Despite his terrifying hidden power, he cannot stop the tragic gears of the heavens. When his peaceful life is inevitably turned to ash, Mo Yuan does not pick up a sword. He picks up his brush. ​Using the ashes of his ruined home, he steps onto a new, forbidden path of cultivation. He is a wandering artist, a "Pain Carrier," whose masterpieces can heal severed realms, summon primordial beasts, or act as weapons that slice through reality itself. He doesn't cultivate for immortality, nor does he care for revenge against those who betrayed him. ​He cultivates through longing. And when the heavens try to take the one woman who truly loves the artist rather than the Emperor, Mo Yuan will paint a path straight through the Outer Void, defying the entire universe to get her back.
sunshine_flower · 7k Views

F-Rank Soul Eater

40000 Words Free Before locked. Over 30 Free Chapters Of premium content. Time Loops. Weak To Freaking Strong Mc. Relevant, and Emotionally Deep Villains. Gore And Death. Eldritch Monsters. .... Soul Mechas were forged to punish the Eldritch Monsters that attack this world from Beyond the Glass. But they can only be powered by those who bond with ancient mythical souls from that world. Unfortunately, souls are only attracted to negative emotions: helplessness, anguish, and loss. The deeper and more wronged, the better. However, regardless of the empire's pressure on the people to produce the best Soulbound Warriors and the heavy stigma from his father's curse, Soren remains a happy boy, a dreamer. Until he ends up with the worst soulbond in history after 'The Touching Glass Ceremony.' An F-rank soul. Trash even amongst trash. Even the commoners laughed when his rank was called. Beggars in rags celebrated and claimed to be above him. But was it really the worst soul bond ever? Because, when an Eldritch monster ravages their town and kills all that he loves, Soren finds himself repeating the same day again and again, bathing in unimaginable pain and death that forces him to grow, evolve, and confront questions that plague the empire, his father's mysterious curse, soul rituals, and the Eldritchs' true goals on earth. Each loop leaves him HUNGRIER, stronger...but less human. As the lines between man, soul, and machine blur, Soren must decide the very fate of the world...
Dere_Isaac · 210.1k Views