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Koseizoku

In a world three times the size of Jupiter, most are ordinary—yet a rare **8%** are born marked by the **Irregular Factor**, a mysterious anomaly that grants supernatural abilities. These gifted few are feared, worshipped, and hunted. They are called **Irregulars**, and every one of them is a potential threat to the established order. Humanity sails an endless oceanic frontier in the **Golden Age of Piracy**, where legends travel faster than the wind and danger lurks beyond every horizon. At the top of the lawless world of pirates stand the **Six Hexarchs**—the six most powerful Irregulars alive, each commanding enough might to topple nations. Their names alone can start wars… or end them. The tyrannical **Navy** enforces justice upon the seas, led by the ruthless **Admirals** and overseen by the mysterious **Vanguard Conclave**, the world’s unseen puppeteers. Below these shadowy elders are the god-like **Heavenly Scions**, nobles whose cruelty is matched only by their privilege. To counter the power of piracy, the Navy has even allied with outlaws: seven state-sanctioned pirate lords known as the **Seven Sea Reavers**, each allowed to ravage the seas in exchange for loyalty. But everything changes with the legend of the **Genesis Sigil**—an ancient relic said to be the first object ever touched by the Irregular Factor itself. Whoever claims it will gain *absolute dominion* over all Irregular powers. For the world’s strongest, it is the key to supremacy. For the oppressed, it is the key to freedom. For the wrong hands… it could mean the end of the world. Across the boundless ocean rises a new pirate crew chasing dreams, revenge, and the truth of the Irregular Factor itself. Their journey will cross warlords, admirals, tyrants, and gods, igniting a storm that will reshape the world. **This is the story of Koseizoku—where destiny is earned, not granted.** (With a respectful nod to the legendary adventures that inspired it, especially *One Piece*.)
Luluse · 5k Views

BLOOD EATER

Genocide had become a fact; Blood more prevalent than water. Nobody knows the truth behind their existence, only that they kill without reason and they multiply without end. They're supernatural; mortal yet immune. Insatiable yet undesiring. True, demonic beasts which don't live for a purpose other than the torture and execution of the remnants of humanity. Beasts known as Terrors. For three hundred years, humanity has been dying. A slow, agonizing, painful bleed out of existence. Few dare to challenge the oppressive assault laid against them, fearing death and being forgotten… Except for the Phantoms. They hunt and they kill the unknowable, being a faction almost as old as the Terrors themselves. Under their banner, they pave a path for humanity that has long since been abandoned, reaching for the slivers of light far beyond their mortal reach. A connection to the Weave, a similarly unknowable force akin to that of those they slaughter, is all they need to gain the power required. Still, the fight remains futile. In the waning years, more have died, and annihilation sits at the coming dawn. It was hopeless. A group of Phantom cadets, however, perhaps guided by a sickly and twisted fate, ran into misfortune during The Sixth Descent, causing circumstances to… change. They would uncover the mystery behind the Terrors; What they are and where they came from. But most importantly, they would lead humanity to its freedom. Free from the confines of death. Free from the centuries of torment and humiliation of being left at their mercy. Or, at least they would try. Even if it killed them.
Saurx_Two · 5.5k Views

Grimborne (The Last Legacy)

a world where power has a price tag, Ren Vallis discovered the ultimate bargain: trade your humanity, buy godhood. The Harvest-Hospital of Sector 9 is a machine that processes human suffering into fuel. Ren, a patient with a body that rejects cybernetics and a mind that calculates survival odds instead of feeling fear, is its most flawed product. His only chance is the experimental drug "Void"—a substance that grants visions of forgotten memories and slowly unmakes the soul. When a catastrophic breach unleashes a tide of nightmares, Ren faces a choice that will define him: save a dying child calling for a hero, or seize the fragment of ancient power that could save himself. He makes the logical choice. He walks away. And as the child's screams fade, a new power awakens within him—the ability to consume the dead as "Echoes," trapping their skills and final moments in his mind. This is not a hero’s journey. It is a descent into optimal monstrosity. Becoming the entity known as Grimborne, Ren embarks on a cold odyssey across a dying world. He will infiltrate a decadent aristocracy that banquets on mystical flesh. He will bargain with a dying god-city in a desert of singing bones. He will win a war by coolly sacrificing every ally who trusts him. He will travel back in time to discover he is not a chosen one, but a glitch—a backup battery for a broken reality. But every Echo has a voice. Every power has a cost. And the ghost of the child he abandoned is the first invoice in a bill that will demand everything.
AnDan · 4.6k Views

Twilight of the Vast Expanses

[40,000+ words untill locked chapters.] [Long Chapters] [Gritty, Dark Story] [No Harem] [No Smut] ____________ 'Why' does one strive to attain power? For what reason does one endure various rigorous trainings, endure the bruises and the batterings, and go ahead to drill their soul and body into perfect shape just to become stronger? Those ridiculously overpowered, god-like monsters that walked the Earth knew, because they never stopped training. But I didn't know the reason. Why, one might ask? The answer was quite simple, really. I had no desire to 'know' the reason, and I had no drive to discover the 'why.' It was because my circumstances gave me no reason to become stronger. And stupidly enough, I greatly believed that I was strong enough to fend for myself. But boy was I wrong. Fate punched me in the guts, and proceeded to give me very, very good reasons to abandon my narrowed mentality and strive to become stronger than I thought I was. And those reasons multiplied by the day. As I ventured out of the dreary slum-like backlands that I grew up in — diving head first into the wider world overrun by monstrous aliens, insanely advanced technology, and humans with supernatural powers — the initial 'why' had grown to become quite... numerous. So come. Come read my story. And see how I crawled out of the depths of the dejected Island called the backlands as a nameless underachiever, and grew to become a.. tether to the entire universe. Come read how I came to be called... The Twilight of the Vast Expanses.
Dhuble_E · 18.3k Views