survival

In a fantastical world where strength reigns supreme, power determines everything. With strength, you can have it all—you can ignore reason, abandon morality and virtue, and even trample on the most basic human rights. ... Since that’s how the world works, don’t blame me for refusing to play by the rules anymore! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Kira1997

For those who fought in war, war never ends. But John’s war has just begun…a war that has ended in Future. Now back in the past as a Soviet soldiers... Guderian? Rommel? Manstein? The USSR needs only one soldier… Dmitri.

In the colonized island chain of Loliwe, where white-robed priests rule through scripture and violence, Gil is an orphan with lighter skin and a quiet dream: to rise within the Church and save his people from suffering. He spends his days as an altar boy, clinging to the Bible’s promises of justice and a better tomorrow.

Their God was Dead On a dark night, surrounded by enemies on all sides, the God who took care of them like his own children did not come. The God who stood steadfast in front of them was not here. The God who was the pride and object of their fanaticism was not coming. He was dead, and nobody knew how. To save just one, tens were sacrificed. To save ten, hundreds were sacrificed. To save just a hundred, thousands were sacrificed. And after that dark and bleak night—filled with thunder and rain and blood and corpses—only a few hundred came out alive, climbing over the corpses of companions who were like their family. Now the only thing they could do was hide. They had to hide the clothes they had prided themselves upon. They had to hide the names given by their God. They had to hide the faces their God had praised. But after a century, they are back. Not for revenge but seeking a proper death. For extinguishing the burning rage that had burned them for all that time. Updates every single day without miss till completion

The story follows Bai Liu, who, after losing his job, becomes involved with multiple unavoidable horror live-streaming games full of various monsters and players with killing intent, putting the players’ lives at stake.

Sage Mode never ends. Neither does my rule. Transmigrated into Naruto, he awakens Exceptional chakra Perception—mastery at first glance. By drawing natural energy nonstop, he forges an Infinite Sage Mode that never fades. Forbidden arts become blueprints: he merges shinobi craft with spirit lore to create Spirit Command, drafting willing heroic souls to his banner; his Heaven-Piercing Talisman Codex turns seals into laws—bindings that quiet hatred, rewrite bloodlines, and pen contracts even bijū obey. While villagers whisper “demon,” Hiruzen moralizes and Danzō’s ROOT plots control, Naruto answers with results. Classrooms become labs, missions become proofs, and Konoha learns a new order—defined by Naruto.

They tried to break him. Instead, something inside him started laughing. Five years before the Uchiha Massacre, a forgotten seal beneath Konoha is disturbed. Uchiha Ren eats what was never meant to exist in this world. His body twists beyond chakra. Lightning disperses. Blades bounce. Seals fail. Root calls him an anomaly. The Uchiha call him a weapon. Konoha calls him a threat. Ren calls it freedom. As the village tightens its grip and fate moves toward slaughter, one boy refuses to bend. And when the drums begin to roar— Even gods will hesitate.

Deep within a primeval forest where spiritual energy saturates the air, a colony of white scale lizards survives in a hidden cave. One of them is different. Not larger or stronger, but touched by something unseen—a glowing interface only it can perceive. A voice announces the awakening of the **Evolution System**, rewarding the lizard for feeding with mysterious Evolution Points. At first, growth is subtle: sharper awareness, faint curiosity, and adaptations that allow it to survive beyond its primitive instincts. When sunlight first assaults its eyes, the system intervenes, evolving its vision so it can witness the vibrant world beyond the cave. The forest is no sanctuary. Humans—beings of higher intelligence and ruthless ambition—hunt and kill within its depths. When a dying cultivator attempts to steal the lizard’s body through a forbidden soul extraction technique, the system reacts, cleansing the intruding essence but leaving fragments of human memory behind. The lizard inherits echoes of another life: concepts of technology, knowledge, and mortality. With understanding comes hunger. The corpse of the fallen human becomes its first significant source of power. Evolution Points flow as it consumes, enabling mutations to its teeth, organs, and scales. Each enhancement reshapes the lizard, transforming it from a fragile creature into something stronger—something capable of surviving in a world ruled by cultivators and predatory beasts. Awakening after its transformations, the lizard discovers it has grown larger and denser, now the size of a small chick. It is no longer just a cave dweller. It is evolving. But evolution is not mercy. It is change. And in a world where power defines existence, the question remains: What will the white lizard become?

Akira Kurogane thought he knew who he was—a normal high school student living a quiet life with his sister. That ended the night he touched an ancient artifact and woke up with two voices in his head. Hikari, the Light Soul: Calm, strategic, protective. A warrior of justice who believes in second chances and healing. Kage, the Shadow Soul: Brutal, instinctive, powerful. A predator who sees the world in terms of strength and survival. Both claim to be part of him. Both fight for control. And both are hiding something. As Akira struggles to master these conflicting powers, he's thrust into a hidden world of exorcists, demons, and an organization called The Equilibrium—who hunt Dual Soul bearers for a sinister purpose. With the help of Yuki Shirayuki, a cold but skilled ice-wielding exorcist, and Ryu Hayato, a hot-blooded rival who becomes his closest friend, Akira fights to protect his normal life. But the more he uses his power, the more questions emerge. Why do some memories feel fake? Why do Hikari and Kage sound almost... parental? And why did that dying enemy say, "You don't even know what you are"? When the truth finally surfaces, Akira's world implodes. He's not the original. He's not even the host. He's the bridge—a consciousness created 500 years ago by two souls who needed to survive. Everything he remembers, everything he is, was constructed. Given. Designed. But can something made choose to be real? Can a bridge become more than the shores it connects? Akira's journey to answer that question will determine not just his fate, but the fate of the world. "I choose to become the sky." Dual Personality Multiple Consciousness Overpowered MC (Eventually) Smart MC Strong Female Lead Friendship Loyalty Existentialism Coming of Age Epic Battles Strategic Combat Magic System Soul Powers Internal Conflict Identity Struggle Chosen One (Subverted) Created Being Artificial Consciousness Found Family Slow Romance Tsundere Heroine Rival Becomes Friend Tragic Past World Building International Scope Organization Antagonist Power Progression Training Arc Tournament Arc War Arc .Emotional Depth .Plot Twist .Mind Blowing Reveal .Re-read Value .Character Development .Philosophical Themes

Every royal bride dies on her wedding night—except her. When she survives, the kingdom whispers that she is the curse itself. Men who marry her do not live, and fear turns allies into enemies. Yet when the empire’s most feared warlord volunteers to marry her, the world braces for another funeral. He does not die. Because the curse is not what it seems. It does not kill husbands—only the men she does not love. Every heartbeat, every whispered word, every stolen glance becomes a matter of life and death. As political intrigue, assassinations, and divine intervention escalate, the bride must navigate an empire built on fear, power, and tradition—while protecting the man who fears nothing but losing her. But the curse evolves with her choices, and the gods themselves begin to intervene, threatening to destroy not just the kingdom, but reality itself. In a world where marriage determines life, love becomes the deadliest weapon. Survive the wedding night, master the curse, and face the ultimate question: Can love exist without fear? From surviving bride to empress, from mortal danger to divine rebellion, this epic saga spans generations, testing loyalty, trust, and the boundaries of the heart in a tale where emotional truth shapes the world itself.

In a world torn apart by the undead, survival is no longer about just staying alive. It’s about who you’re willing to trust, what you’re willing to give up, and how far you’ll go to feel something human again. Iyisha Clarke, a young doctor with more instinct than experience, crosses paths with Malcolm Briggs, a former Navy SEAL carrying wounds deeper than just the physical. They didn’t plan to travel together, much less depend on each other. But between dodging zombies, stolen kisses, and broken boundaries, their connection becomes harder to ignore. Supplies are scarce, safe zones are shady, and sex in a zombie apocalyptic world is messier than it sounds. Some people are trying to rebuild. Others are just trying to breathe. And somewhere between a dying government and whispered hope, Iyisha and Malcolm might find more than just survival. They might find a reason to live. P.S. Though romance, the romance is slow burn so please be warned. First chapters are survival.

In 2026 Tokyo, idols are monitored every second of their lives. Their bodies are assets. Their smiles are licensed property. A single metrics spike can either make them a god or a ghost. Behind the stage lights, agencies trained flawless and obedient AI and deepfakes designed to steal their faces, their voices, their whole existence. While the real idols “graduate,” the AI program keeps smiles alive. When Reina Shiratori, an idol, was stripped of her name, her voice, her true existence was supposed to fade into the background, she did something that the system couldn’t predict. She wasn't looking for a comeback, instead became a ghost and decided to fight back. "You spent years teaching me how to be the perfect star. Now let me teach you how it feels when a star goes supernova."

He was in his early twenties when the world decided to end for him. A computing prodigy, educated at MIT, someone who understood systems, patterns, and limits better than most. In his previous life, power didn’t come from fists, but from the mind — lines of code capable of shaping digital realities. Then he died. And was born again. Reincarnated into the DC Universe as a helpless baby, he grew up in a world where gods walk among humans, where vigilantes defy the impossible, and where power is rarely fair — or free. While others trusted destiny, chance, or inherited gifts, he trusted only one thing: process. Memory intact. Intellect intact. Ambition intact. From an early age, he understood a simple and cruel truth: in that world, those who do not grow are crushed. And so, far from the spotlight of the League, he began to build something forbidden — his own Artificial Intelligence, created not to save the world, but to optimize it. To make him stronger. More efficient. More prepared to survive among monsters, aliens, and symbols. While heroes were born from tragedy, he forged himself in silence. While villains sought external power, he engineered it from within. This is not the story of a chosen one. It is the story of someone who decided to become inevitable. Between code and chaos, science and superhumans, begins the rise of a man who does not believe in miracles — only in evolution. This story was inspired by a fanfiction I read years ago — a work I deeply admire and still reread to this day. Unfortunately, that story was never continued. This project is not a continuation, rewrite, or replacement of that original work. It is an independent story, created with its own plot, characters, and direction, merely inspired by the ideas and feelings that the original story left with me. Out of respect, I want to properly credit the source of my inspiration below: Original Story Title: Pyroclasm (Young Justice SI) Original Author: Fulcon Original Story Link: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/pyroclasm-young-justice-si.664558/ If you enjoyed this story, I highly recommend checking out the original work and supporting its author. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. This is my first fanfic, and I hope you enjoy it. If you can support it with Power Stones, I would be very grateful. Criticism and comments are always welcome. Thank you, and enjoy your reading! If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio.

I just finished writing the last chapter of my novel, [Powering Through the Prestigious Academy With No Talent], where the final villain was defeated by the protagonist. This novel that I designed meticulously from head to toe...was now done. The protagonist shakily pointed his cold blade at the villain's neck, "Any last words?" The villain wasn't fazed, despite nearing his death, and smiled widely, as if mocking the protagonist, "No, nothing." "Just kill me." "...Very well.", and with one slash, the villain was killed. In the end, such an outcome was inevitable, no matter how powerful the villain became. And that was the ultimate satisfaction for any avid reader. But the next moment, I suffered an excruciating headache, and collapsed before I was able to upload the last chapter. Unexpectedly, when I woke up and opened my eyes, I wasn't in a hospital, nor my room, but a cemetery. I felt around my clothes that were getting drenched in the rain, and saw my dashingly red hair in a puddle nearby. My face was now completely different from before; my mouth naturally tugged upwards, and my eyes became slits as if they were sewn shut. Unmistakably, I recognized this appearance, which I had envisioned countless times. No, wait, why do I look like that guy? Where is my computer? My phone? Eventually, I realized--I'd reincarnated as the final villain in my novel! The ending scene of the villain dying by the protagonist's hands flashed through my eyes, and I remembered the words I said right after I wrote it. It's inevitable. "...I'm screwed."

Aayna is married to three brothers not because of choice, but because of her father’s belief in traditions and her own greed for her parents’ inheritance. Her only way out is a signed contract in which she must survive this marriage with no rebellion. No mistakes. Nothing that could trigger an early divorce. There is no way out for three years, but the longer she survives, the more inheritance she gets. Will she be able to end this marriage after three years, or will she fall in love with them and choose to stay? Read Married To Three Brothers to find out.

Claimed by the One They Fear is a dark fantasy romance about a woman who survives the one place no human should—and the ancient force that spares her. Elara crosses the forbidden forest by accident, a place whispered about in fear and sealed by generations of warning. It is ruled by Kaelreth—an immortal presence kingdoms appease with silence and sacrifice. He is not a god, not a king, but something far worse: a living boundary between humanity and ruin. She should not have survived him. Yet the forest does not devour her. Kaelreth does not kill her. And that mercy becomes its own danger. As Elara is drawn back into the forest, she uncovers a truth no one dares speak: the land is sentient, ancient laws are breaking, and her presence has awakened forces that hunger for possession, not peace. Kaelreth, bound to protect what terrifies the world, finds his control unraveling as fascination turns to restraint, and restraint begins to fail. Their connection is forbidden, unequal, and volatile—desire tangled with fear, intimacy edged with threat. To claim Elara may save the forest or destroy it. To walk away may cost them both everything. In a world where love is not gentle and power always demands a price, Claimed by the One They Fear asks: What happens when the monster chooses you—and you choose back?

So I died choking on a sandwich. Not in battle. Not saving anyone. Not even doing something mildly interesting. Just... lunch. One minute I'm biting into way too much bread, the next I'm coughing, then choking, then—nothing. Classic. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a body that smells like incense and existential dread, staring at hands that belong to someone else. Some noble prick with a family crest and a servant who calls me "Second Son" like it's an insult. Which, apparently, it is. Turns out I've been isekai'd into that dark fantasy novel I used to read. You know the one—magic schools, reality-bending nobles, cosmic horrors that eat worlds for breakfast. The works. And I've been dumped into the body of Damon Mournblade, a background character so irrelevant he dies in the first major disaster to show how dangerous the bad guys are. Oh, and that disaster? It's happening in about three months. So here's the situation: I've got the memories of a dead guy who read this story, the affinity of a death-obsessed noble house that thinks I'm mediocre, and a countdown clock to the scene where I'm supposed to get vaporized by something that makes demons look like puppies. The smart play? Run. Hide. Let the "heroes" handle it while I figure out how to survive in a universe where humans are the bottom of the food chain. But here's the thing about dying from a sandwich—it does something to your pride. Makes you think maybe, just maybe, you deserve better than a footnote. So I'm not running. I'm going to walk right into that disaster. I'm going to look the thing that's supposed to kill me in the face. And I'm going to make it regret ever noticing my name. The universe thinks I'm a corpse waiting to happen. The nobles think I'm invisible. The "protagonist" hasn't even shown up yet. Let them all keep sleeping. Because when the screaming starts and the walls start breathing and everyone realizes too late what's actually coming—they're going to notice the dead guy who refused to stay dead. And that's when the real game begins. Assuming I survive the next three months. No pressure.

Jieming realizes he’s transmigrated. His cheat ability is an immortal cultivation encyclopedia — The Grand Dao Library. But why did he end up in a wizard world instead?! The Star-Ring Federation, the Crimson Royal Court, the Void Institute of Architecture, the Anti-Entropy Alliance… Wizard civilization, in the midst of a great expansion era, wages war like ravenous wolves on every plane they discover. This is the best of times — and the worst of times. With the constant risk of being turned into an experimental specimen or cannon fodder in interplanar wars, Jieming makes a decision: Lie low. Develop technology. Stockpile resources. Use knowledge from both worlds to quietly grow in the peril-filled depths of the Astral Abyss. “Don’t be afraid. I’m just logistics personnel — not some combat wizard. I’m only here to gather a few raw materials.” Having said that, Jieming looks at the plane before him, reaches out with one hand— —and refines it on the spot.

Ten years of blood. A lifetime of betrayal. Lucius von Valerius, known as the "Iron Wall," returned from the trenches only to be murdered by his own brother and the wife he adored . But when he opens his eyes, he is eighteen again, back before the war, before the betrayal—and before his friend's assassination . Determined to dismantle his enemies from within, Lucius seeks out the one person he ignored in his past life: his "sickly" ex-fiancée, Evelina. But the woman he meets is no longer a dying noblewoman. She is Dr. Evelina, a 31st-century top-tier assassin and scientist who transmigrated into this body with her AI assistant and a knowledge of herbs. It was in her hands how to used them it can either save people or kill them. He is a man who knows how the world ends. She is a woman who knows a thousand ways to kill and thousand to save. Together, they aren't just changing the past—they’re preparing for a war the world hasn't even realized has begun. "I am the sword," Lucius promised. "And I" Evelina smiled, "am the poison"

A vast light that will consume everything, how will it be stopped? In a summit where the light never sets, who can endure? A flame can be extinguished, but one can only hide from light. He grew up in a lightless world, alone, only an empty voice calling his name from the dark, close enough to hear, distant enough to lose. Then one day, light broke through, vanquishing the pain. Since then, he has lived with a single purpose: to pursue that light... and feed it. Living in despair, a Manifestation was thrust onto him. Finally, he broke free. He should've died. He should've never escaped. He should've been stopped.