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Advocate of Worlds

*Disclaimer: This story will be taken down soon. if you want to read, pls do so before then. Chiyol lived a humble life in an old world that had lost its colour. For a time, everything seemed fine. Until the world Chiyol knew got devoured by a raging darkness. He thought that was the end, until he found himself waking up in the void and conversing with an "Other-wordly being". Only to discover, that everything he had ever known was a lie. Determined to find the truth, he thought to question this "Otherworldy-being" only to be swallowed by the very void that devoured him just moments ago, and found himeself in a world he had dreamt the downfall of. Before he had been swallowed, he had made a deal with the Otherworldly-being. 「Save the world from being devoured, and i will save you」 Although...what did it meant by, "save" him? . . . "□ □ □ □ " ....Why can't i speak? " □ □ □ ??" 「Chiyol.」 Huh...? 「Look up.」 Chiyol raised his head. An abyss was staring at him. A black hole born from the void. 「How was your dream?」 What is this? Is that my voice? Is this in my head? 「I apologise. This is the only way we can communicate.」 The voice minicked Chiyol's. what is this?! why can't i speak? why are you using my voice?! 「You can't hear the voice of an otherwordly-being. You would lose your mind. This is mercy.」 the word "mercy" was said in a lower tone. It twisted something in Chiyol. ...were you the one who brought me here? he asked, to the voice in his head. what did you mean by dream? THIS is a dream. He uttered, unsure what was real and what was fake. Chiyol scanned his surroundings frantically. All he could see was darkness, with his only form of light emitting from the horizon of the black hole infront of him. 「...No. This time, this is not the dream.」 . . .
Sleeply_Snail · 2.7k Views

THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL: IRON DOMINION

THE FOUNDRY PROTOCOL "Try not to die like a bitch this time." That was the last thing the System told me before it rebooted the timeline. I’m Jack Monroe, a construction manager who failed to save the world. In my first life, I died screaming on Day 30, ranked 47th out of 50 warlords, watching my fortress crumble because I cut corners on a concrete wall. Now, I’ve been sent back to Day 1 with a roadmap of the apocalypse carved into my skull and a 30-day countdown to a cosmic Server Wipe. Round Two isn't about heroics. It's about industry. Trapped in the toxic wasteland of East St. Louis, I have to turn a bankrupt chemical plant into an impenetrable Silo. I have to manage a crew of terrified laborers, a mutinous sheriff, and two System entities warring for my soul. The dead don't just walk—they evolve. Shamblers turn into Runners, Runners turn into Mutants, and my neighbors turn into looters. I have a plan. I have a blueprint. I have a shovel. And if you get in the way of my construction schedule, you’re going into the concrete mixer. Build. Harvest. Optimize. Welcome to the Cull. Genre: LitRPG, Post-Apocalyptic, Survival Horror Tags: Kingdom Building, Regression, Anti-Hero, Base Building, Zombie Evolution, Crunch (Stats), Gore, Ruthless Protagonist. Content Warning: This story contains graphic violence, strong language, body horror (System Sickness), and a protagonist who prioritizes survival over morality. Rated 18+
Heartless_Veteran · 7.3k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 266.5k Views