tragedy

Reincarnation in a game as the Main Antagonist. It could be a novel itself, but that was what I dragged myself into. In the famous and successful game [Princess And Dragon] As if my life wasn't shitty enough, a bastard brought me in that hardcore violent Dating Sim Game and in the body of the worst villain and [Major Antagonist Edward Falkrona] If I want to survive, I have to become strong. If I want to be strong, I have to join the Academy and by joining the Academy, I will meet these guys... Yeah, I'm obviously speaking about the Protagonist, the Main Heroines, the Villainess and all the villains. Am I destined to watch that protagonist build his harem in front of me?! =========== For the illustrations and questions: https://discord.gg/47PvntgB3K

Through the Sky Screen’s broadcast, Kaito summons heroes from other worlds and wields strange tools to twist reality itself. With the system he embraces the art of deception—fabricating half-true, half-false futures that even the wisest cannot ignore. Pirates, Marines, and Celestial Dragons alike are forced to accept these visions, no matter how absurd, as if stripped of every defense. In this false future, Buggy the Clown emerges as a nightmare reborn. After twenty years of secret training, his Devil Fruit awakening is said to hold enough power to shatter the Red Line. Former Shichibukai rally to his banner as sworn brothers, and even the Marine’s legendary hero Garp is proclaimed slain at his hands. Behind the laughter hides a vast conspiracy, one that threatens to upend the balance of the world itself.

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. >;)

After awakening from his once-wanted eternal rest, Oren finds himself slowly fading away, hopeless and yet still living. Before he could finally die, his survival instincts kicked in, and when he next awoke, he found himself in another world. There, once divine, he finds himself mortal amongst humans in a Ruined Realm where Enlightenment is seen as natural and creatures roam freely, one of many being Erols. Yet beyond its strange inhabitants and unnatural phenomena lie mysterious connections to divinity. Armed with knowledge from a different world, Oren struggles to understand what remains familiar. His growing desire for understanding only makes his life increasingly perilous.

Exiled by his father—the Fire daimyo, young Lord Kazuo Inazuma seeks refuge in his grandfather's ninja school, deep in the heart of Kaminari village. But tragedy strikes. Shadow ninjas destroy his former home, slaughtering the royal family. Fueled by loss and an unyielding thirst for vengeance, Kazuo sharpens his sword, ready to unleash a storm of retribution. Will his fiery resolve forge him into the warrior his village needs or burn him to ashes? Immerse yourself in a tale of honour, betrayal and an unrelenting pursuit of justice. TRIGGER WARNING: Graphic Violence, Adult Language and Sexual Assault. Cover Art: @reye_dessins.art My Links: https://linktr.ee/kazuoinazuma

In a dystopian world where human emotions manifest as monsters, young assassins are recruited to hunt them, only to discover that the people who control those monsters may be even more dangerous than the creatures themselves.

Orphaned, Yun Zhen grew up in the remote Thousand Cloud Village, dreaming of becoming a legendary immortal. Gifted with an ancient sheathe by a mysterious old man, he seeks to forge his path in a world ruled by demons and gods!

Time, Tarzan, & Terrible Ideas is a sci-fi comedy action-adventure mystery thriller that begins with a terrible... but groundbreaking... mistake. Dr. Milo Finch, a brilliant, anxious young scientist with more intelligence than common sense, successfully invents a time machine. During what is supposed to be a short, observational test run, Milo is violently thrown into the distant past and crash-lands in the heart of an untouched jungle. There, Milo makes an impossible discovery: he has landed in the era... and the world... of Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. Far from a myth, Tarzan is intelligent, perceptive, and deeply connected to the natural world. Milo’s arrival immediately disrupts the balance of the jungle. His futuristic technology destabilizes time itself, attracting armed hunters and anachronistic forces that should not exist in this era. As Milo struggles to reconcile scientific logic with the terrifying reality that he may have broken history, Tarzan recognizes the danger Milo represents... and the necessity of his survival. The unlikely duo forms an uneasy alliance: Milo brings chaotic future knowledge, comic book references, and reckless innovation; Tarzan brings unmatched physical skill, strategic instincts, and the jungle itself as a weapon. Together, they uncover a growing mystery: someone else has learned to exploit time travel, using the past as a battlefield and resource. What begins as a survival story quickly escalates into a hidden time war, with Tarzan’s jungle as ground zero. As paradoxes multiply and reality begins to fracture, Milo must find a way to repair time before it corrects itself violently... by erasing everything in its path. Blending sharp comedy, high-energy action, and escalating thriller elements, Time, Tarzan, & Terrible Ideas reimagines a classic legend through the lens of modern sci-fi, exploring destiny, responsibility, and the consequences of asking “what if” one time too many.

(This story is undergoing a change: due to complications in the story, the author has decided to reorganize it entirely. Therefore, every second of waiting is appreciated, and each comment will provide more ways to improve their writing.) I remember the history books. “Humanity defeated the demons that invaded Earth 500 years ago.” “Magic was the power that guaranteed this victory.” That's true to some extent. But there's a past that has been erased. A time I lived through. A time when humanity was on the brink of extinction, facing something far worse than the records dared to tell... or that historians wished to remember. It's been a long time. My memories are failing. My sanity too. This may be my last entry. If this book disappears, remember one thing: It wasn't the demons that became humanity's greatest fear. I became it. I came to tell the story of a man I knew. Someone important to me. He was the most hated man of all. But he was precisely the one who brought hope to a world doomed to end. Beside them were people I loved. Who died before my eyes. This truth will be told from their perspective. …And perhaps from mine. If I can still remember who I once was.

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.

In a world where power is never truly your own, Raijin Chrono walks a path filled with deception and secrets. The power he possesses didn't come easily—and the price he paid haunts him to this day. When unseen forces watch from the shadows and enemies whisper truths he'd rather deny, Raijin must discover what was taken from him... before the power within him consumes everything that's left of him. Because some things are unseen—until it's too late.

October 1984. At a London memorial for Detective Deven Smith—an American investigator found dead in Poland—Mayhew Brown meets the widow, who doesn't believe the official story of suicide. She hires him to find the truth. January 1985. Mayhew and his partner, Margret Rose, arrive in Pustków, a decaying mountain city in Communist Poland, where ten people have vanished over a period of ten years. The investigation begins, but quickly goes into total chaos as the two detectives realize that the murderer is not like the rest they had caught in the past.

Some call it the “Age of the Supernatural.” In the ten years following the advent of this era, various superhumans emerged like mushrooms after the rain. Based on the different levels of power these individuals displayed, the nations of the world classified superhumans into five tiers. However, after being injured, Li Dong’s qi sense weakened drastically, making it difficult for him to use martial arts. Although his physical abilities still far surpass those of ordinary people, he has regressed to the “1st level.” Li Dong retires and returns to his hometown, only to find his fiancée with another man… #NTR #Netorare

Long before Ilyan Corven was born, humanity nearly destroyed itself in the Destiny War. At its center were three legendary machines known as Seraphs, Frames built from a mysterious material no one has ever been able to reproduce. Their pilots changed the course of the war, but the Seraphs ultimately consumed them, and all three vanished before the conflict ended. What remained was a wounded Earth, shattered colonies, and a generation terrified of what humanity had become. In the aftermath, new treaties banned nuclear weapons, further Seraph development, human weapon experimentation, and eventually the construction of new combat Frames. Earth rebuilt beneath the newly formed Solar Federation, whose leaders believed humanity could survive only by remaining united. But as decades passed and entire generations were born in space, that unity began to feel more like ownership. Colonies became nations. Earth recovered. The Federation began calling for humanity to return home, while spaceborn societies increasingly answered that space was already their home. That divide became the Horizon War. The Ardent Coalition emerged to defend the sovereignty of the spaceborn nations, while the Federation fought to keep humanity from fracturing again. Old treaties collapsed, combat Frames returned to the battlefield, and another generation inherited a war built from memories and grievances older than they were. Fourteen-year-old Ilyan Corven grows up inside that world without believing he has much to do with it. He is far more interested in particle science than soldiers or Frames, and his talent earns him a place among five gifted students invited aboard the Federation’s newest experimental command carrier, Black Star. He is supposed to study its technology. Instead, Nexus steals the ship. Nexus is barely forty people—a scattered family of refugees, deserters, mechanics, medics, and survivors who intervene wherever the war has abandoned civilians. With Federation forces closing in and their only exceptional pilot badly wounded, Ilyan is forced into Radian , an unfinished prototype Frame built around an experimental particle-distribution system. He has never piloted a Frame before. Yet Radian moves as though it has been waiting for him. His first battle reveals a talent no fourteen-year-old should possess, and his first kill leaves him determined never to enter the cockpit again. But Black Star is damaged, its particle reserves are limited, the Federation wants its stolen weapon back, and Nexus is about to be dragged into a conflict between the independent cities of Veyra and Caldris that will make their name known across the Solar System. A war that began generations before Ilyan was born has finally reached him. And before it is over, he will have to decide whether he can remain only a boy who understands machines—or become the pilot everyone around him is beginning to believe he was meant to be.

hi! ever wanted to see an Omnitrix aspect in shadow slave? well you're in luck, I decided to make one. ben isn't the mc btw, it's an oc. the writing might suck but I'm sure a lot of you would enjoy the powers I'm giving the mc. so yeah, hope you enjoy.

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

A libertine in an age of priests and philosophers seeks enlightenment through passion, deception, and the forbidden art of Ars Vitalis—the discipline that unites body, mind, and soul. In an alternate Enlightenment where superstition, faith, and reason wage quiet war, Giacomo Casanova rises from poverty in Venecia to become scholar, duelist, and rogue cultivator. His path winds through salons, convents, and beds, as each encounter draws him closer to a truth that great powers, institutions, and secret societies have buried: that desire itself is a form of power. Now, in his old age, Casanova records these adventures in his memoirs—not to boast, but to preserve the art by which he truly lived.

HI, So I guess I should greet you, or should I greet the energy behind you first? So I am Adi, who can see spirits since childhood, and I was not pretty proud about that fact, but now it is my life, so a greater kind of mess is about to happen in my life.

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