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GLOBAL AWAKENING: My 10,000x Exp Multiplier

Vahn Ryker died watching Earth burn, harvested by the Galactic Market, only to wake up days before the "Convergence"…the moment the digital world of Aetheria merges with reality. Determined to change the future, he enters the tutorial and selects a "glitched" Hidden Class with 0 base stats: The [EXP Architect]. During the Academy’s mandatory Awakening ceremony, he uses his powers to disguise himself as the lowest possible tier: an F-rank Magic Apprentice, becoming the laughingstock of the entire school. As the arrogant "Golden Lion" elites and corrupt instructors mock his "trash" status, a cold mechanical voice suddenly rings through his mind: [Ding! Hidden Class: EXP Architect Selected!] [You killed a Level 1 Green Slime.] [Ding! 10,000x EXP Multiplier has been triggered!] [You received 10,000 EXP!] Instantly, he gains enough EXP from a single trash mob to surpass the stats of a Level 10 Elite! ———————— [You practiced the basic skill [Flashpoint]] [10,000x EXP Infusion Activated! Congratulations on mutating it into the Epic-Tier [Temporal Step]!] While others grind for weeks to learn a basic movement skill, Vahn bends the laws of physics and stops time with a single thought! While geniuses celebrate clearing a dungeon in a 40-man raid, Vahn solo-clears the World Boss in seconds! [You used [Architect’s Domain] on an enemy spell.] [10,000x Conversion Activated!] Congratulations on converting the [Rank 3 Firestorm] into raw EXP! You have leveled up! Armed with a system that treats the universe like editable code, Vahn's path to the throne is paved in data and blood! Mocked for his 0 base stats? He converts EXP directly into agility, moving faster than the eye can see. Laughed at for his F-Rank class? He mutates a basic fireball into [Inferno Nova], a spell capable of melting cities. Challenged by the "Alpha" protagonist? He deletes their skills and rewrites their reality. But the Architect’s greatest power is [Evolution]. He doesn't just hoard items; he evolves them. From turning a rusted dagger into a [Soul-Bound Shadow Blade] to hatching a dying egg into Kora, the [Devouring Dragon Goddess]. Follow Vahn Ryker as he transforms from a "glitch" into a System Administrator! He will stabilize the Chronos Spire, gather a legion of powerful beauties like the Priestess Aria and the Shield Maiden Sia, and rewrite the laws of the galaxy!
Knight_Plot · 51k Views

Death at my door

Have you ever wondered what happens during death—or what lingers after it? I have. I saw it. I endured it. And it is a story I wish I could forget. Ann Jones lived an ordinary life, indistinguishable from millions of others, until the cruel hand of fate closed around her and shattered everything she knew. What followed was not a single death, but many—each one different, each one more horrific than the last. There are countless ways to die. Accidents, poison, drowning etc. Now imagine one person forced to experience all of them. Ann is trapped in a living hell no human should ever know. Every death strips away another piece of her sanity. Every rebirth drags her back into suffering she cannot escape. With each return, her hope erodes, replaced by a single desperate wish: for life to finally end. To Ann, she wonders what can end her suffering But when she is forced to relive the torment yet again, she begins to question the purpose behind her suffering. Why her? Why this endless cycle? And what unseen force stands at the door between life, death, and rebirth? “No… I don’t want rebirth,” Ann sobbed, clutching her head as her thoughts unraveled. “I just want it to be over. Once and for all. Why me? Why me?” As her sanity fractures, Ann must confront a terrifying truth: Rebirth is not a gift. It is the cruelest form of torture. Rebirth is good when you're able to change what pain you felt before but when rebirth increases the pain what's the point. And if she cannot change what happens at the door of death, she may never truly escape it. I will be posting this book on RoyalRoad.com Genre: Thriller / MysteryTone: Dark, haunting, yet threaded with fragile hopeCore Themes: Survival, human experimentation, the meaning of death, the cost of rebirth
light_feathers · 17.8k Views

SILVER PRISON THE CHRONICLES OF EPHPHATHA CALLED BUT CONFRONTED

The Silver Prison: The Chronicles of Ephatha By Ngozi Patricia Okeke-Anyichie The World Before the Prison Long before the Chronicles fractured reality into layered worlds, there was a civilization hidden deep within the mountains of South Asia—a place where ancient magic flowed through the soil like rivers beneath the earth. This land, rich with history and sacred knowledge, guarded a mysterious relic known as the Cursed Bloom, a crystalline flower said to possess the power to reshape existence itself. The Bloom was not simply magic. It was memory, sacrifice, and creation woven into one living artifact. For generations, its power was kept hidden from the outside world by a secret order known as the Keepers—forty-eight guardians sworn to protect the balance between worlds. But balance never survives desperation. When shadowy beings known as Void Seekers discovered the Bloom’s existence, they descended upon the land like a plague of darkness. Entire villages were consumed. The sky turned to ash, and the mountains themselves trembled as the barrier between realities began to tear. At the center of this chaos stood Rehaan, a brilliant scholar and Keeper whose love for his family was stronger than his loyalty to the order. As the Void Seekers closed in and the world around him burned, Rehaan made a decision that would reshape reality forever. He stole the Cursed Bloom. Not to save the world. But to save his daughter. The Birth of the Silver Prison Using the stolen fragment of the Bloom, Rehaan tore open the boundaries of reality and created a hidden pocket dimension—a sanctuary where the Void Seekers could never reach them. He called it Oak Heaven. Inside this carefully crafted world, time flowed gently. The skies were always golden, the gardens forever blooming, and the winds carried the scent of jasmine. It was a paradise untouched by war or suffering. But paradise always demands a price. The immense magic required to sustain Oak Heaven could not exist without a power source. To maintain the barrier separating this world from the dying remains of the original one, the Bloom needed a living anchor. And the only being powerful enough to sustain it was the child whose life Rehaan had sworn to protect. Avianna. Without ever knowing it, Avianna became the beating heart of the Silver Prison. Her life force fed the barrier that kept the sanctuary alive. Every breath she took strengthened the walls that sealed her away from reality. For twenty years, Avianna grew up believing her father’s story—that the outside world had collapsed into chaos and that Oak Heaven was the last refuge of their people. She had never seen a storm. Never walked through a crowded marketplace. Never experienced the raw unpredictability of life beyond the garden walls. Everything she knew had been carefully designed. Beautiful. Perfect. And entirely false. The Cracks in Paradise As Avianna reaches her twentieth year, strange things begin to happen within Oak Heaven. The wind freezes in place without warning. Birds stop mid-flight. Time itself seems to pause for brief, unsettling moments. These disturbances are subtle at first, but Avianna senses something deeper beneath them—a vibration beneath the illusion, as though the world around her is slowly unraveling. Her father dismisses her concerns, insisting that the barrier is merely being strengthened against outside threats. But Avianna can feel the truth pressing against her chest like a second heartbeat. Something is calling to her. Something beyond the prison walls. That call becomes impossible to ignore when a stranger appears within the supposedly impenetrable sanctuary. His name is Kaelen. He is not dressed like the elegant scholars and advisors who populate Oak Heaven. His clothes are torn, his eyes are sharp with survival, and his presence carries the weight of a world far harsher than the one Avianna knows. Kaelen claims to be one of the remaining Keepers—a guardian whose duty was meant to protect the bala
Empress_Ngozzy · 495 Views

The Ghost of the Volkov Empire

I arrived in the Volkov Empire like a shadow slipping through walls. Footprints erased before they could dry. A blank file where a history should be. Nothing but a blade of deceit meant to cut through the strongest crime syndicate in the city. Rafe Volkov leads the Commission not through shouts or threats but through an unshakable calm that bends others by presence alone. His word shapes the rules. His silence enforces them. Foolish of him not to catch on right away. That was my belief anyway. I told him my brother vanished into the hands of traffickers. I told him justice was all I wanted. Every word a blade. Every tear a strategy. Truth was something I kept from him completely. My hands ended my brother’s life. And one by one using Rafe’s power the witnesses are vanishing into silence. Yet the deadliest Alpha in the city never rose without seeing every shadow. His gaze shifted. Not a word came. Just stillness until recognition settled like dust in light. Not the ghost. The architect. She built walls high enough to keep out every threat except him. He steps past defenses without asking why they exist. His gaze lands on truths others avoid. And when he learns everything he stays. The Ghost of the Volkov Empire is a dark mafia romance where loyalty twists like smoke and love is the most dangerous weapon of all. Dark Mafia Romance. Slow Burn. Morally Grey Heroine. Ruthless Alpha. Psychological Tension. Pack Law Politics. 18+ The empire has rules. Every one she touched turned to dust. He watched her do it. Now what?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
Cute_Kingsley · 2.4k Views