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Shadow Slave | Sleepless Dreamer

Set in the Shadow Slave world...a time before Sunny was born...this story follows a simple soldier who must survive in a dystopian, apocalyptic landscape where magic and gun warfare collide. In a far-off Quadrant known as North America, a young soldier named Hope is 16 years old when he gets infected by the Nightmare Spell. He passed! But...he feels a bit scammed...? A flaw that makes him fade from people's memories... A cursed attribute that makes him remember everything endlessly in eternal wakefulness... It's as if the Spell is twisting his future and existence into an almost improbable one. All he has ever known his purpose to be was to serve as a simple soldier. Not too powerful. But not so weak either. And maybe, just maybe like some others, become an Awakened. Although he never dreamt of being one. Now that his whole life is compromised after his First Nightmare, his first objective is to survive on his own. But as he tries to escape his fate, his actions seem to lead him further from his goal. He struggles against obstacles that slowly grow bigger and out of proportion. Maybe the Dream Realm and the Real World aren't so different than one may think. Hope's journey involves uncovering secrets and gaining knowledge about his true nature and his new role in the world. Is he fit to be a hero? Could he redefine it? *** Please read the READER DISCLAIMER in Volume 0. This is my spin-off novel of "Shadow Slave" by Guiltythree. But please don't expect the same writing style, setting, and characters, especially the main character. This story reveals more about how people/cities/governments operate after the Spell’s arrival. I always find it interesting how maybe one country handles it fairly, but how others handle it with desperation to the point that you question humanity. There will be easter eggs pointing to the original novel either intentional for the plot or unrelated to it, but all for fun. I am a new author so props to all who bear with me and helps me improve my writing. If it is not for you, please don't leave outright hate comments. Eat wassabi instead if you want pain. Critique and advice would be great too. Cover Art: @ellieaedon I will be posting on RoyalRoad.com and on AO3 for some people's preferences.
MonoSilence · 389.2k Views

Carboniferous Science

In the depths of a Tokyo laboratory, seventeen-year-old genius Sekitanki Hankō suru hito has everything—awards, recognition, respect—yet feels utterly hollow. His groundbreaking discovery of stable temporal distortions promises to revolutionize physics, but for him, it's just another achievement that fails to fill the void consuming him from within. When the world's first time machine activates, Sekitanki volunteers as its pilot, seeking not glory but meaning—something, anything to make him feel alive. His destination: the Carboniferous Period, 359 million years before humanity's existence. Within minutes of arrival, disaster strikes. A centipede the size of a train car destroys his only way home, leaving him stranded in an alien world where dragonflies have six-meter wingspans, millipedes move like living tanks, and scorpions hunt in coordinated swarms. Armed with nothing but his intellect and desperation, Sekitanki must transform from isolated prodigy into savage survivor. As weeks blur into nightmares of blood and chitin, he crafts weapons from the bones of his kills, cauterizes his own infected flesh, and battles prehistoric apex predators with improvised technology that shouldn't exist. Each fight strips away another layer of civilization, revealing something harder beneath—the stubborn human will to survive at any cost. But survival alone isn't enough. Haunted by memories of the family he abandoned and the emptiness that drove him to this desperate escape, Sekitanki begins rebuilding his time machine from impossible materials. His goal: return home and finally understand what matters. Yet when his improvised device finally activates, corrupted temporal coordinates throw him not to modern Tokyo, but to feudal Japan's Kamakura Period—an era of samurai, honor, and human violence more terrifying than any prehistoric monster. CARBONIFEROUS SCIENCE is a dark shōnen epic blending emotional devastation with brutal survival action, exploring genius, depression, and what it truly means to fight for something beyond yourself.
Shyzuli_2 · 2.7k Views

Stacking Passives to Survive!

After transmigrating into a high-martial arts world where everyone was built like an elite athlete, Chen Kuang also obtained a golden finger, a cheat ability that refreshes daily, allowing him to stack passive skills. He figured he should keep a low profile and grow steadily while lying low... But the world had other plans. People just wouldn’t stop treating him inhumanely and so his passives kept piling up. [Flesh Reishi]: Your flesh is nearly infinitely regenerative and rivals celestial treasures, consuming it can prolong life and cure ailments. [Sword Heart]: You possess an innate, enlightened sword heart, when a blade is in your hand, it becomes an extension of your will. [Fortune in Misfortune]: Every calamity you survive grants you a corresponding blessing. [Heavenly Demon Mimicry]: Any technique used against you can be instantly replicated as your own. [Celestial Visage]: Your handsomeness rivals that of the divine. This year... The future empress who would dominate the world was still a helpless orphaned brat, tucked under Chen Kuang’s arm as he fled. The revered "Benevolent Immortal" faced his trolley problem and was forever burdened with an inescapable heart demon. The undying demonic sovereign was just a timid little maid serving a courtesan. The White Dragon True Monarch, who would later slaughter his way through the demon race, was still nothing more than a drifting piece of frayed rope. And Chen Kuang, then a death-row convict, set the chaotic world ablaze, starting with a single torch.
ExoEight_ · 161.3k Views

Asura: The Hunter

This is a story about Arjun Jadhav, a broke engineering student who rides his father’s fading red Splendor with one thought only: earn enough to keep his dad breathing. A lonely summer job guarding a forgotten godown seems like the answer, until he breaks open Shutter 81 and falls two floors into a vault sealed since the old India still bled from Partition. Inside waits a forbidden armoury: thousands of glass prisons holding curses that whisper and claw, walls covered with photographs of impossible kills, and the diaries of Vikramaditya Shinde, a hunter of the old blood, one of the last men who walked the night with silver and fire to keep the country’s darkest hungers asleep. Arjun thinks he can lock the door and forget. He can’t. The instant he flees, the vault roars awake. Lights flare after half a century. Dust howls into hidden vents. And in the centre rises the spirit of the old hunter himself, tall, scarred, eyes like burning ghee, staring straight at the boy who just inherited a war older than the tricolour. From a village kid who measured life in dialysis bills, Arjun is about to be forged into the deadliest thing the night has ever feared: the new bearer of a legacy that never truly died. A creaking Splendor, a kirpan that chooses its master, and a country that still needs monsters killed in the dark; this is the rise of the hunter the old blood has been waiting for. Some doors don’t open for you. They open the future. Step through… if you’re ready to watch a desperate boy become the greatest shadow India never knew it had.
NikhilT · 1k Views