survival

This is a rewritten book of a previous FF called : Mushoku Tensei: That forgotten mob Never would I’ve thought that a simple water ball would awaken those feelings inside of me, as the day passed, memories falling to pieces together to awaken an ability that brings me trauma and dread towards the future. As the day passed, more knowledge and different future that lies ahead of me appeared and scare me. I tried to bear through the world, and see what kind of struggle I can make before stopping at the juncture where I can make a change. In this godforsaken world… I wonder, what change can I make? tldr: Claude was just a brat—a village troublemaker with a sharp tongue and a sharper mind—until a prank gone wrong awakened something terrifying and impossible. Memories. Not from another life, but from many. Futures that never happened. Timelines that fractured. Pain that felt too real to be fiction. Now, armed with fragments of knowledge from alternate realities, Claude knows one thing: the peaceful village of Buena is not safe. A disaster is coming—the Mana Calamity—and no one is prepared. So Claude trains. Under Paul Greyrat's sword. Alongside Rudeus' magic. With grit, secrets, and a plan no one can know.

"A World of Pain, A World of Sorrow, A World of Disdain, Devoid of Tommorow." Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he lived however he pleased. A spoiled noble brat who never faced consequences. Until the night everything changed. What should have been a celebration turns into a nightmare, and in the blink of an eye, he finds himself standing in the middle of the Great Svaron War — a catastrophe fought four hundred years ago, where entire continents collided and countless lives were erased. This was no glorious war of heroes. Lands were stripped bare, cities reduced to graves, and everything living became food for vultures. Men, beasts, monsters... none were spared from the true scourge of war. Out there, his name, title, and bloodline mean nothing. Survival is the only thing that matters. Thrown into an age of death and ruin, he must either fight... or be swallowed by the battlefield like everyone else. Will he fall, or does fate roll a dice.

Transmigrated into the Underworld universe, a surgeon wakes up with the Corvinus Bloodline Matrix—a digital interface that turns bloodshed into power. By drinking blood, he earns Bloodline Points (BP) to unlock gene trees, purchase abilities like 'Enhanced Reflexes,' and fuse Vampire and Lycan genetics. It’s a race to farm enough BP to reach Apex Form before the movie timeline destroys him

A thousand deaths is many, but is it truly? Millions die in war, tens of thousands from a simple fall, and hundreds from various unexplained causes. But think about the way a single death feels, a parent lost?a child? What about those taken from you by another, or unnaturally? The story behind a death can be heart breaking. I aim only to tell the stories, nothing more, nothing less. note: this was made years ago, so the early chapters are going to be garbage I assume, I'm not rereading them or my previously written synopsis yet, I probably can't handle the cringe (I have to brace myself first). I'm mostly using this to write a series of short horror stories, but there will be an overarching plot, this novel will have exactly 1,000 numbered chapters by the end (the fist, second, etc.) hence the name. I'll try to make a non-AI cover eventually for Artistic integrity, but I don't have the skills as of right now, so please don't judge it to harshly yet. No AI is used in the writing, no AI will be used in the writing.

Four teens from different parts of the world live double lives as a superhero team that protects the world from evil at any time and in any location. Working together and utilizing state-of-the-art crime-fighting technology, their superpowers, and martial arts skills, they believe they can overcome any evil force or challenge that comes their way. They also use their smarts to figure out how to stop their bad guys before they get away with whatever they're after. And if they see or hear any trouble, they immediately try to stop it, with or without their teammates.

A harsh universe reduces reality to a cruel binary: black and white. Demands sides between deity vs. devil, light vs. darkness, hope vs. despair, and love vs. apathy. A sci-fi genre world awakened to a supernatural power, humanity's downfall, and monster rise. Einsamer Stern, a teenager, he was never meant to experience what life is. Living in a godless reality and a story that calls for his deletion from the script of tyrannical celestial rulers. Or maybe he is only a chain of texts: a program of suffering that cycles through life, death, and deletion. What happens when a pawn transcends the game itself—when a cliché like “hope” stops being a slogan and becomes something real inside a story that has been abandoned multiple times? However, even hope could become a poison. As he unveiled the truth, it became terrifyingly clear that someone else still held total power over the narrative of his story. Will the script as old as time repeat itself?

“My name… is Kairo. Kairo D. Arashi.” I woke up in the world of pirates… and got bound to a Traveler System. No grinding. No killing. No desperate battles for power. As long as I travel, I grow stronger. Visit islands → Gain abilities Complete journeys → Earn rewards Witness legends → Unlock power While others chase the One Piece… I’m just here to see the world. From Windmill Village to the far ends of the Grand Line— every step I take makes me stronger than the last. So tell me… when I finally reach Laugh Tale, just how powerful will I be?

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.

In a world where the sun has long since perished beneath an eternal cobalt night, every human is born with Lunar Ichor, a living essence etched with a unique Lunar Sigil, a sacred symbol engraved into the soul itself. Yet Lunar Ichor alone grants no true divinity. Only when it resonates with Divine Ichor through the sacred rite of Baptism does the sigil awaken, forging an Astral Card, the vessel of one’s ascension and power. But the heavens are broken. The Moons, fragments of Divine Ichor left behind by gods waging endless war, hang shattered above the world, bleeding their power into mankind while spreading corruption through the night. From these celestial wounds came the Howlings, monstrous echoes of divine ruin, and the prophecy of another Cataclysm, a calamity said to descend when the Moon Goddess Noxella awakens once more. Amid this dying world lives Clyde Nox Pvolae, a boy who never sought power, never desired ascension, and never wished to stand among gods. Yet when he discovers a forbidden book buried beneath ancient truths, his Lunar Ichor mutates into Hollow Star, an impossible anomaly that defies the sacred laws binding humanity to the heavens. As the coming Cataclysm draws near and the descent of Noxella threatens to plunge the world into ruin, Clyde becomes entangled in a fate older than the gods themselves. If the heavens once fell because of mankind’s arrogance, then what will happen when one human gains the power to defy the gods? Will history repeat itself? This story is officially published on Royal Road by Cyan_Yabby. Available on Patreon for early access to chapters and exclusive content: https://patreon.com/Cyan_Yabby?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

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. 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. Want to read the next chapters before everyone else? Now you can follow advanced chapters for free on my official website! In addition to accessing new content first-hand, you'll also find my other stories and future projects. Access here: [https://parallelworldverse.com/]

He moves through life unseen, a boy wrapped in secrets that shape his every step. Then she enters—soft laughter, bright eyes—turning his guarded silence into something tender and alive. With her, he feels real. But love demands truth, and truth could destroy everything he protects. Caught between shadows and light, he must decide—hide forever and keep her safe, or risk his hidden identity for a love that finally feels like home.

The Heavenly Court's hypocrisy disgusted its creator, the First Venerable. The Second Immortal King of an Era felt a chance at budding love. The Limitless Demon gave its head in chaos, indifferent to Heaven's Cage. The Savage One teemed with joy, finding a new reckless companion. The Blooming Red Lotus exuded a soft fragrance, sending ripples from future to past. And the Bean Stalk's Creator was left in the dust. Theft was its fortune, and the lucky savage shuddered in rage, having its culture shattered. The era of murder and peace was in the past, and chaos ensued anew. Let him dream, let him dream. Let him savor the future droplets of time and the sweetness of Dream's darkest realms. He is the spirit of all filthy beings, and his 'Gu' will seed the essence of Heaven and Earth. *** PS. I suggest joining Discord and accessing the index for this fanfiction, where the chapters in docx/pdf may have spicier images based on the chapters and smut. *** Follow the latest news @ https://discord.gg/2bNNW26DYU *** Support me @ https://subscribestar.adult/fanharem https://www.patreon.com/Fanharem

[Soul Transmigration | The Rocks Era | 53 Years Before Luffy] I transmigrated into the world of One Piece… But I arrived 53 years too early, in the chaotic age of Rocks D. Xebec. No Straw Hats. No Worst Generation. Only monsters ruling the seas. By pure luck, I obtained a Devil Fruit. It looked like a pomegranate, so obviously it couldn’t be something useless like the Human-Human Fruit, right? I thought destiny had finally chosen me. Then I took a bite. Human-Human Fruit. Ranked #1 among the “Three Useless Fruits of Sea, Land, and Air.” I stared silently at the neighbor who ate the Human-Human Fruit and shed tears of sympathy for him. …Wait. Why is his fruit suddenly looking better than mine? Fine. If I can’t become the Pirate King, then I’ll become something even better. The most dazzling man on the seas. From the era of Rocks, through the rise of Roger, all the way to the dawn of the Great Pirate Era— A strange pirate crew begins to spread their name across the oceans. The Jellyfish Pirates. Masters of chaos. Specialists in dealing with every kind of flashy nonsense on the seas. And when their captain finally reveals the true power of the Human-Human Fruit.… The entire world will realize— Even the most “useless” Devil Fruit can become a nightmare for the seas.

He entered a world he once watched, only to follow the one person who was never meant to be saved. Johann had already given up on reality long before it began to collapse. The only thing that kept him going was a game, The Mayhem, and its silent, unstoppable protagonist: the Hellraider. Then the game became real. Monsters, death, and destruction—everything unfolded exactly as he remembered. But Johann didn’t enter this world to survive. He came for one reason: to follow Hellraider… and change the ending that should have never happened. Yet the more he walks that path, the more the world begins to break away from what he knows. Events shift. Truths contradict. And the figure he once believed he understood refuses to be defined by anything, not even the story itself. In a world where even fate is unstable, Johann continues forward, even when he no longer knows what he is chasing.

"So naive, Melanie. So stupid." Those were the last words I heard before a bullet ended my life. Betrayed by my best friend and murdered by the man she loved, I thought death was the end. Instead, I woke up inside a novel. Not as the heroine. Not as a side character. But as Seraphina Helene Valemont—the villainess destined to be executed for treason by her own husband, Duke Draven Everfrost. Armed with knowledge of the original story, survival should have been easy. Avoid mistakes. Avoid enemies. Avoid the Duke. But the story refuses to stay the same. The Duke who was supposed to despise me begins protecting me… for reasons I don’t understand. Events I know by heart begin to change. Secrets buried for decades begin to surface. And the future I relied on becomes less reliable with every passing day. As political conspiracies threaten the empire and old legends refuse to stay buried, I find myself caught between a fate I desperately want to escape… and a man I was never supposed to trust. But the deeper I dig into this world, the more terrifying one question becomes: What if the most dangerous thing in this story was never the villainess? Because some monsters are not born. Some monsters choose to chain themselves. And some names should have remained forgotten. [MISSION UPDATE: SURVIVE.] [WARNING: ORIGINAL STORYLINE HAS DEVIATED.] [WARNING: UNKNOWN ENTITY DETECTED.] [CURRENT RISK LEVEL: CRITICAL.] 35 FREE CHAPTERS. 0 excuses. Kindly add to Library and Draven will protect you from Stephen. Refuse, and Malaki wins. Your choice. ‽Power Stones = Extra bonus chapters ‽Golden Tickets = Mass chapter drops This is my WSA 2026 entry. Vote for the Everfrosts. Or watch Stephen try again. [ Chapter release daily] reach out via Instagram @merah_writes via TikTok @merah_writes

After dying on Earth, legendary assassin, Seraphina Ardent, awakens in the body of a despised noblewoman fated to become the wicked stepmother of a young werewolf heir. In a galaxy ruled by powerful Lycan clans, ancient magic, and interstellar wars, survival is never simple. Determined to rewrite her doomed fate, Seraphina unexpectedly finds herself protecting the lonely child she was meant to torment, and catching the attention of the empire's most feared Alpha, Kael Draven Lycanis. But as forgotten prophecies awaken and darkness spreads across the stars, Seraphina discovers that changing destiny may come at a price far greater than her own life.

a kid who hasn’t seen kindness in a Kingdom full of cruel people

He threw money on the bed after our one-night stand. I threw it back in his face at his own inauguration. By sundown, we were engaged. By the week's end — married. Franklin Flemington needed a wife to secure his empire. I needed a miracle to save my family. For two years, we played our parts flawlessly — the golden couple the whole city envied. Behind closed doors, I was invisible to him. When the two years were up, I handed him divorce papers without blinking. He stared at me like I'd lost my mind. "I've given you everything a husband should. What more do you want from me, Octavia?" I smiled, signed my name, and walked out. I thought that was the end. I thought I'd finally won. I forgot one thing — Franklin Flemington has never lost anything in his life. And he has no intention of starting with me. Game on.

Demonic beings run rampant, and cultivators revere the bizarre as the Heavenly Dao. For an ordinary mortal to embark on the path of cultivation, they must gouge out their eyes, sever their limbs, and cut off their spiritual roots… Ren Qing, who transmigrated into this world, discovers that he can bypass the gruesome costs of cultivation thanks to a Divine Ability. [Blindless Method]: By devouring eyes, he cultivates to the peak, growing one hundred and six celestial eyes all over his body. [Poison Bone Art]: Soak one's skeleton in poisonous water for thirty-six days, then reimplant it into the body. At full mastery, no life can grow for a hundred li around him. [Book of the Dead]: Seal the Lao Gong, Yong Quan, Shen Men, and Yin Tang acupoints with iron nails and bury oneself underground for three years. Upon completion, one becomes ageless, undying, and indestructible. --- Alternative Titles: Weird Way of Immortality: I Can Avoid the Price Cultivation: Tax Evasion

**After the collision of worlds from different dimensions, Earth descends into chaos—invaded by humans from another realm. William, bound to a mysterious power that transcends reality itself, sees this fractured world not as an end… but as the beginning of something far greater. His choices will not shape the fate of Earth alone, but the fate of entire universes. Will his power lead him to salvation— or drag him into an abyss from which there is no return?**