survival

Imagine graduating from college in a few months, and then the apocalypse happened. Moreover, dungeons and monsters appeared, superhuman powers awakened, and the world changed, yet Jade remained as he was—the ever so heedless, unbothered, emotionless, and weird guy manning the cash register. But some people deemed him lucky because he seemed to be unaffected by all those happenings. But would they still believe that when Jade came home one day from his night shift, tired and hungry, to find a dungeon gate right inside his house? The worst thing that could ever happen to him was get sucked in that gate, however, instead of the gate, strange Seekers are sucking up to him instead. Jade: Why is this happening?! Seeker 1: Help me go back to my world, and I will give you everything you wish for. Seeker 2: I don’t care about going back to that damned world, so can you just let me stay here with you? Seeker 3: Jade, honey, you’re the best Minder! I need you, so come with me to my world. And so on… these Seekers are all lunatics forcing him to help them go back to their respective worlds! But how can Jade do that, when all of them were just mere characters from books?! Now, what will Jade do?

Adil was just a student

Kael Viremont woke up to the stench of mold and a title that was basically a death warrant. He wasn’t the golden child or the brave war hero. He was the spare—the family embarrassment dumped on a rotting frontier estate that even the gods had given up on. He was left with nothing but starving people, hostile neighbors, and a "curse" that kept the locals whispering in the dark. The world expected him to roll over and die quietly. But they dragged the wrong man into this mess. Back in his old life, Kael didn’t pray for solutions; he engineered them. He doesn’t care about noble bloodlines or the "divine right" to rule. While the other lords are busy stabbing each other in the back for scraps of land, Kael is in the dirt. He’s fixing the plows. He’s organizing the workers. He’s turning a graveyard into a powerhouse by treating magic like a math problem that’s long overdue for a solution. But there’s a reason this land was abandoned. Something is buried deep under the Viremont soil—a secret that proves the world’s history is a lie. Now that Kael is digging, the powers that be are starting to notice. The shadows are moving, and the "miracles" are starting to bleed. Kael didn’t claw his way back from the dead just to survive a few seasons. He’s here to build something unshakeable. If the laws of reality don't like his plans, he’ll just have to break them and build something better.

You think you can understand Chaos? Foolish! Chaos isn't merely disorder; it is the ultimate paradox - Life and death, creation and destruction, the beginning and the end. In a hyper-advanced future built on quantum technology, humanity is awakened by the same energy tearing the universe apart. Entities 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, fighting his own inner darkness. As the Lieutenant General of the Black ops division, he goes on a mission to capture an international kingpin but experiences his life-long trauma once again. While falling into depression, he watches as an ancient church brings mayhem upon humanity... 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.

What do we all seek after a long day? Some may say wealth, others comfort… perhaps the embrace of a lover or the warmth of laughter among friends. Yet when everything is stripped away, there is one thing every living being longs for: Rest. To lie upon a soft bed, wrap ourselves in warmth, close our eyes, and surrender to the tranquility of sleep, hoping for blissful dreams to carry us away from the cruelty of reality. But what if sleep was the crueler reality? What if every time your eyes closed, you were dragged into another world? A world not of wonder, but of nightmares. A place where monsters hunt you endlessly and even rest itself becomes impossible. At first, it may sound like fantasy. Another world? An adventure? The dream of every reader. But think deeper. If you spend the day surviving one harsh world, only to spend the night surviving another… then when do you truly rest? When do you heal? When do you live? Such is the fate of Prince Idel . A frail, exhausted royal who wanders the Dream Realm every night for eternity. In one world, he is misunderstood. In the other, he is hated. to get more info about the world, power systems and the like, hit my Tic tok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZS92ku3TGugtN-2aGQj/

In a city built on light, monsters don’t hide in the dark — they wear suits. Darian Veynar is New Aether’s golden hero. Cameras love him. The public worships him. His sponsors call him “proof of hope.” But heroes are built on sacrifices. When an old friend dies holding back a nightmare beneath the city, Darian survives — and the world calls it courage. Now he’s trapped inside a machine of propaganda, corporate warfare, bloodline politics. The story keeps changing. And Darian is starting to realize— He may not be the hero. He may be the lie.

After dying in an accident, I woke up in the world of John Wick. No cheat system, no female lead, no mainstream plot—only a rusty Proficiency Panel that barely shows anything. Rent overdue, girlfriend gone, memories sealed, and a creepy landlady knocking at midnight… my life was already a mess. Until I rescued a beagle wearing a tag that said Daisy. That night, John Wick himself told me: “The Continental Hotel will be waiting for you at 8.” From that moment on, my bloody journey as a killer began. Bullets, blades, and legends—if I want to survive in this stitched universe of assassins and spies, I have only one choice: Train like hell, and kill like the best. 【Various Films + Stitched Universe + Proficiency Panel + High-Energy Gunfight + Famous Scenes + Official Rant + No Mainstream System + No Female Lead + Tribute to Classics】 [Stories already started: John Wick 1-2 | Mr. & Mrs. Smith | The Assassin's Creed | 007 Prequel | The Hitman's Bodyguard 1-2 | The Fate of the Furious | Fable Prequel | Kingsman: The Golden Circle | Red 1 | The Expendables 1 | Waistband | Three Days to Die | Mission: Impossible 4] [Stories to be started: Fast & Furious 5 | Prequel to The New World | Kingsman: The Golden Circle | Prequel to Twin Wolves | Prequel to Agent 47 | Prequel to Special Forces | Fury Rescue | Fury | The Mechanic | etc. etc. etc. etc. ... Too many to list.] -------------------------------- 70 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

[The early chapters are admittedly slightly awkward to read at times (if you're well-studied in English), but they are grammatically correct. This is my first time writing a first-person novel and writing in general. I will change and update it soon, don't worry. Keep reading, the chapters improves over time.] The backrooms or the liminal rooms, such an enigmatic never-ending place. Most of the lost souls there are normal people with average capabilities and most of the time, they die. They don't last long and if the backrooms won't consume them, their own psyche will. No one can truly escape the backrooms, there is horror in infinity. However, what if the lost souls this time aren't your usual lost souls? What if they're familiar, what if they're characters from a series that you're fond of. Will they survive the liminal space? Their stories will connect and they'll handle the liminal rooms in their own way. Most of them will reject the backrooms, unwilling to surrender to it. Some will conquer it and even outright own it.

The world is cruel, and everchanging. In a world where the Fallen- humanity's enemy- threaten to consume all life, A boy named Twilight earns the opportunity to protect himself by receiving the allusive blessing. Forced to fight, he must find a way to protect his very life.

This fanfic is about a normal person, being sent to the world of none other than the world of Re:Zero. To clarify that I am new to this and I don't know English, so be patient. Besides that Subaru will exist in the fanfic and the MC will not be the fucking asshole with a system or power given away (except for the one I'm going to give him :p)

Four years before Nazarick descends, Nolan awakens in the new world of Overlord. With nations doomed to fall, he has only two futures: die… or kneel. But when a strange panel appears before his eyes: Innate Ability: Player Nolan suddenly realizes one thing. If he is a player… why fear Nazarick?

When Roxy is accidentally summoned by a group of Men in New York amidst a tragedy they couldn't avoid. She smirked as soon as she realized what realm she had come back to. Humanity had joined forces to defeat a common enemy: The Shifters. And to that, the system of Shifter Regime was established, back in the year after The Cold War. "So what's your story, girl? Why should we take you as a scout?" "Many people call me many names. Some call me the Daughter of Hell, and some call me The Cursed Offspring of Lucifer, the Fallen Angel. Most of the times, I go by the name...Roxy. Humans here call me Roxy Malford, but don't know how to respect me." She introduced herself but even this human had laughed at her. "You're hired. Welcome to the Regime, Roxy Malford. Here we defeat evil...with evil. My secretary will direct you to your designation, starting from now." Oh, the smirk on her face. They say, there's Good in every Bad thing and there is Bad in every Good thing. Roxy is set to test her limits by the powers she possesses as the fate of the darkness depends on her.

They say that 90 percent of the world's oceans have been unexplored, due to just how much floor there is to cover. Imagine a world where, instead of deep trenches of water, our oceans were filled with forests—endless forests—where the further you go, the stranger, and larger the creatures become. The air growing thicker, and heavier, with the stinging sharpness of ozone; trees that stretch into the stratosphere, or bottomless muddy quagmires that are so deep that the bodies claimed can never be discovered; deer the size of whales, or bigger still, with an anomalous number of legs; the oppressive daytime darkness, never ending, due to the boundless appetite of the trees. Who knows what untold methods of ravenous mutilation might be discovered in the great beyond; or what unfathomable treasures lurk just beyond the shadow's edge. We find ourselves marooned in little islands of flat plain in the midst of miles and endless miles of oppressive wooded wilderness. Do not let the sunlight fool you. There is nothing keeping the terrors of the depths from venturing into the light.

It is said that a mysterious tavern exists between worlds, where travelers pay with memories instead of coin. When a knight unknowingly wagers his most treasured memory, he must journey through forgotten realms to reclaim it.

"Mariana, you know we shouldn't. . ." Lucius finally got the courage to speak. "Hush! Do not speak to me about that. It is you I want," She protested. "You are betrothed to my prince and the heir to the throne. I am nothing but a mere guard to the prince. If word gets out about what we're doing then he will surely have our heads," Lucius pointed out. Mariana stopped and gazed into Lucius' eyes. For a moment, she looked serious. Lucius was beginning to feel that he had succeeded in breaking past her stubbornness. Until she broke her silence. "Screw him. It is you I desired before. It is you I desire now. And it is you I will always desire. He can have my head, I don't care!" She exclaimed. *** When a dangerous love affair between a guard and a Prince's betrothed comes into play, what cruel fate will befall them? When love happens in the wrong places, can it ever be corrected? When a love triangle becomes a dangerous game with an obsessed prince, will the guard survive it? Mariana Rosette moves in with her aunt after losing her parents to a rabid beast attack. She comes home to find that her aunt has arranged her wedding with the Prince of Asgaria. Prince Leonard Luther. Instead of Mariana falling for the prince, she ends up falling for his scarred guard, Lucius. Amidst the dangerous love affair that comes into existence; strange beasts attack Asgaria and wish for it to crumble to its feet. War breaks out within the kingdom because of the dangerous game of love as well as the battle outside of the kingdom. There is nowhere to run to. None of the three are ready to give up and stop fighting. Only in death will it end. Who will get the girl?

“City of Quiet Wars A feared literary mogul recovering from illness crosses paths with a former prisoner whose favorite novel helped her survive incarceration. Their lives collide in a city where power hides pain and healing arrives in unexpected forms.

"The world you once knew has been erased. Welcome to the core of a new reality." In a single, harrowing night, Jakarta is transformed into a digital nightmare. The sky is swallowed by a mysterious golden dome, skyscrapers pulsate with raw binary code, and lethal monsters from the world-renowned game Darkness Tale Online begin to hunt humans in the very streets they once called home. The world is no longer a place for the living; it has become a colossal server undergoing a forced Integration. Arlan, a former hardcore player whose life lay in ruins long before the sky broke, awakens to a chilling new mission. He isn't fighting for glory or riches—he is fighting to protect his mother, who has been stripped of her humanity and trapped as a mindless NPC within this twisted system. While other survivors scramble to join powerful Guilds for a fleeting sense of security, Arlan chooses a different path. Armed with a "trash" class despised by all—the Sword Magician—and fueled by forbidden knowledge of the server’s secret glitches, Arlan begins to rewrite his own destiny. He isn't searching for victory. He is hunting for the truth. Because when the Integration Progress hits 100%, the old reality will be formatted and deleted forever. "If numbers determine everything in this world, then I will become the anomaly that shatters those numbers."

Kaelen Valerius was born defective. In a world where every child awakens a mana core by the age of twelve, Kaelen’s remained empty—a hollow cavity in his chest where power should have lived. Branded a disgrace, he is exiled by his noble family and left to die. But death never comes. Instead, a violent dimensional storm—the Maelstrom—tears open the sky. When lightning strikes the family crest burned into his chest, something impossible awakens. The void inside him begins to hunger. Dragged into a fractured world known as the Rift, a land of twin suns, living fire, and political tyranny. Kaelen is sold as a slave. There, he discovers his curse is not emptiness, but a power capable of absorbing, reshaping, and weaponizing energy itself. As secret forces begin hunting him, Kaelen must hide his true nature while learning to survive as a blacksmith’s apprentice. But the more he grows, the harder it becomes to remain invisible. Because in a world ruled by those who control power… A boy who can consume it is the most dangerous weapon of all. "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com / Honeyfeed.com because i really need the review for the story"

They're all loyal when you talk about it, but when you ask, they won't go! Now, the Emperor's favor has still descended upon this 21st-century fragile bull 'Sith,' who has been conscripted by the God-Emperor into a local PDF (Plane Defense Force). Fortunately, our protagonist awakening system allows Sith to receive a hundredfold positive feedback no matter what he does, as long as he personally participates. I thought this system was just so-so, but I never expected it to be a TM concept technology! Therefore, when the Sith led his soldiers in one battle, it was equivalent to fighting a hundred battles, and fighting a hundred battles was equivalent to fighting ten thousand battles. After an apocalypse, a group of veterans of countless battles were directly acquired, and various conceptual types emerged one after another. So much so that in the end, not only did God-Emperor snatch him away, but the Four Gods also snatched him away, and even Goma insisted that the protagonist was their most Waaagh kid, and that the Sith should lead the green-skinned Waaagh, renamed 'Sith Kid,' to overturn the entire galaxy. But as the Sith, blessed by the Seven Gods, continued to fight across this messed-up galaxy, it wasn't until many years later that the Sith suddenly realized he had a hundredfold positive feedback loop... Why were the Four Symbols also corrected?

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