survival

“Existence is a canvas we are given to paint as we see fit.” A single, silent voice echoed across the globe, shattering the illusion of the world as humanity knew it. They called themselves the Tohotsi, and their decree was absolute: accept a brutal and profound evolution, or fade into the void of insignificance. Thus began the dawn of the Qualia: the awakening of the pure, subjective essence of individual consciousness. In a fraction of a second, reality fractured. Time lost its meaning, and the mundane gave way to an ancient, decaying truth buried beneath a supernatural blue snow. The world is no longer a home for humanity; it has become a blank, terrifying canvas governed by unfathomable laws and absolute predators. Faced with a cosmic upheaval that defies all human logic, survival is no longer a matter of physical strength. When the mortal shell is paralyzed by primal terror, what happens when the mind awakens to a chilling, intoxicating fascination? To walk the one and only path of existence, one must transcend. But what, exactly, are we evolving into?

When the Requiem Tongue system activates, Kael Mori isn't just a transmigrator; he’s a weapon forged by thirty-one deaths. Trapped in a world of souled monsters and corporate demons, his only currency is Death Accumulation (DA). By utilizing Cascade Command and the Pyre Lexicon, Kael begins carving his own territory into the peripheral zones of LA. But every use of his voice risks Aphonia, and the "Unknown Territory" of a changing canon means his foreknowledge is a fading light. In the battle between Angel Investigations and the firm, Kael is the third variable—the one whose command cannot be ignored.

Kaelen Valerius was born defective. In a world where every child awakens a mana core by the age of twelve, Kaelen’s remained empty—a hollow cavity in his chest where power should have lived. Branded a disgrace, he is exiled by his noble family and left to die. But death never comes. Instead, a violent dimensional storm—the Maelstrom—tears open the sky. When lightning strikes the family crest burned into his chest, something impossible awakens. The void inside him begins to hunger. Dragged into a fractured world known as the Rift, a land of twin suns, living fire, and political tyranny. Kaelen is sold as a slave. There, he discovers his curse is not emptiness, but a power capable of absorbing, reshaping, and weaponizing energy itself. As secret forces begin hunting him, Kaelen must hide his true nature while learning to survive as a blacksmith’s apprentice. But the more he grows, the harder it becomes to remain invisible. Because in a world ruled by those who control power… A boy who can consume it is the most dangerous weapon of all. "I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com / Honeyfeed.com because i really need the review for the story"

"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.] reach out via Instagram @merah_writes via TikTok @merah_writes

Xu Yang should have died. Instead, he awakened inside a book he once read trapped in a cultivation world ruled by ruthless Heaven and merciless laws. His new identity? A Cat Demon. Granted nine lives, each bound to a cruel condition: death is mandatory. Every life is a cycle. Every death pushes him deeper into the story he never finished. As righteous sects hunt demons and fate tightens its grip, Xu Yang must survive a world that sees him as prey and a Heaven that demands his obedience. But destiny makes mistakes. Somewhere in this world stands a man who was never meant to care for demons, never meant to defy Heaven, and never meant to fall in love. In a story where death is guaranteed, what happens when love becomes the variable Heaven cannot control? First time writing fantasy story! Hope you enjoy:)

This is a world drowning in filth and chaos. To attain glory, opulence, luxury, and true freedom, one must become a noble Madman of Zaun – someone who stands above the rules.

Clint Bradford died with his hand on a steering wheel and woke up with a hospital bracelet he didn't recognize. Transmigrated into the high-stakes world of The Night Agent, he finds himself bound to the "Shadow Protocol Network"—a covert intelligence system that doesn't use floating screens, but translates survival as raw instinct. While Peter Sutherland waits for a phone that never rings, Clint is already mapping "Operational Awareness" over the White House basement and wrestling with "Muscle Memory Burns" from lives he never lived. Armed with the "Archive," a perfect recall of a conspiracy that hasn't finished unfolding, Clint must navigate a landscape of moles and assassins where his greatest weapon isn't a gun—it’s the terrifying realization that he knows exactly where the bomb is hidden before the clock even starts.

One hundred million players. One year trapped. No way out but through. When a massive VR game becomes a death trap, every player on the EU server faces a brutal reality: die in the game, die in real life. The only escape is to clear it — floor by floor, boss by boss — and with one year gone, two thirds of the first floor's players are already dead. Max Veritas is not a hero. He's a 25-year-old father of twins who spent his first months laying low, waiting for someone else to fix things. But when the void in his heart grew bigger, he could not work a job and live a normal life. He started venturing outside the safe city walls and never looked back. On the upper floors, the race to clear the game is in full swing. Priam Castellan — first ranked, terrifyingly powerful, carrying humanity's hope like a burden — drives his guild forward while Salvation, led by a man who found everything he ever wanted inside the game, fights to stop them from ever leaving. Caught between them: Max's brother and his best friend, who don't yet know where Max is — and Max, who doesn't yet know they're up above. This is a progression fantasy about power earned the hard way, about exploration of multiple worlds and about the test that all players face, one in which they have to choose one of the answers to their predicament: Rise and fight the against the game, while risking your life, or stay in cities, work a job in a video game and wait for other players to do the work you. There might even be a third option for some people which is being content with the game world and living in it happily ever after. A fourth option exists for a special breed of players, who love the game worldnso much they will fight those who want to break out.

A deadly bluff. A sweet betrayal. A secret that changes everything. Ember Styles just wanted to survive her senior year in Sydney. As a hidden Elemental Guardian, "peace" is a dangerous illusion, but she’s determined to keep her two worlds from colliding. That is, until a covert mission into the Shadow Kingdom goes sideways. She didn't mean to be seen, and she certainly didn't mean for a handsome stranger to pick up the map she left behind. Caleb Alaric isn’t a prince in waiting—he’s a powerhouse pawn, a weapon forged by his kingdom to be deadly. Exhausted by a life of violence, he flees to Earth for a taste of freedom. When he recognizes Ember at his new high school, he realizes she is the only person who can expose him. To protect his cover, Caleb plays a ruthless hand. He threatens to put a bounty on her head, claiming she’s a Guardian just to see if the lie will stick. He has no idea he’s accidentally stumbled onto her deadliest reality. Forced to befriend her own blackmailer, Ember finds herself drawn to the boy behind the threats. But as the friction between them turns magnetic, the game changes. Caleb was built to be a weapon, but as the shadows of their pasts close in, he realizes he can’t stand to lose the one girl he was supposed to break. Knowing he was from the enemy's kingdom, she befriended him to a slight dismay she may actually fall for him. In a world of shifting loyalties, the most dangerous thing isn't the price on her head—it’s the lengths he'll go to keep her.

The beginning of the apocalypse brought chaos and disaster to humanity. It tore away the mask of society and revealed the cruelty hiding beneath. Ivy Ravencroft experienced it all firsthand. Her family was unfair and cruel, and they abused her so badly that she went blind. Her lover died trying to protect her, and she spent the next five years struggling to survive, until she finally died in the apocalypse. But then, Ivy woke up again, reborn in the first year of the apocalypse. At first, she felt hopeless. If only she had returned to a time before the apocalypse, she could have gathered food, weapons, and supplies to survive better. Still, she was grateful for one thing: she had kept her special ability, the power to create safe zones. This time, Ivy made a promise. She would protect her lover, find her real family, and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. .................................. "Huh? Why is there a bento box lying here?" Ivy asked, confused. "What bento? Are you trying to trick me again?" Silas asked, sadness in his eyes. "This one!" Ivy said, holding up the packaged meal and waving it at him. "What the... where did that come from?" Silas stared at it in shock. Ivy’s eyes widened. She realized something, only she could see these items, and when she picked them up, they became real. "Can… I buy it from you?" Silas asked, unsure. "Of course. But I won't give it to you for free." Ivy smiled like a fox. Silas closed his eyes; he was ready for her to demand something sky-high and said, "Okay. Tell me how many gold bars you want." Ivy smiled and teased, "I don't want gold bars; they are way too cheap. I want one kiss." Silas: Blushing hard. His subordinates: "..." This wave of dog food was too unexpected! ....................................................... With the supplies, picking a superpower and a safe zone superpower, Ivy built her own residential area. She gained Kindness Energy and multiplied supplies with the help of Temporal Storage. While other bases struggled to make a simple house, she used her golden finger to make luxurious buildings and rent them out, becoming the big shot in the apocalypse.

"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.

No legendary cheat codes. No benevolent goddess. Just a broken cycle of endless death, a grumpy System, and a very sturdy stick. Welcome to a world where reincarnation is a glitch, not a blessing. Cursed from the moment he arrived, a regular office worker is forced to endure the agonizing pain of starvation and sudden death on repeat. His internal System isn't a helpful guide—it’s a lazy, monotone bureaucrat that forces him back into the meat grinder every time his soul returns to the void. But you can only kill a man so many times before he stops caring about the rules.

Elric Voss is sixteen years old, two ranks above useless, and he wakes up one hour before everyone around him dies. The Caelith Mourne expedition has camped at the base of a sky-fallen pyramid ten thousand years old, and something sealed inside it has finally been disturbed. When the ground splits and the demons come, the thirty-one members of the expedition are dead inside of ten minutes. Elric wakes up again. Same tent, same wind, same pyramid filling the sky. One hour on the clock. He dies to the first demon in seconds. Then again. Then again... Magus Infinite is the story of a young acolyte who has nothing, no great power, no secret destiny, no teacher who believes in him, grinding the same hour of carnage until nothing in it can kill him anymore. Every death teaches him something. Every reset sharpens him. The spell that begins as a candle-flicker becomes a bolt that cracks the sky. The boy who could not survive two seconds against a single demon slowly becomes the only thing standing between the pyramid and the world outside it. The action never stops. Neither does Elric. This is not a story about a chosen hero. It is a story about what repetition does to a person. Join the discord. https://discord.gg/efWmmxMx4

What is a monster? Humans normally define monsters as fear inducing, bloodthirsty creatures bent on destruction. But to Noah? Monsters were the humans who despised him without justifications, who taught him to loathe himself just for being human. Life was hell, a hell that was surrounded by “monsters”. Until one day, the world changed. Humans were suddenly graced by a Divine voice, one that warned of their extinction, but also promised them power. They were bestowed with a system, a system to aid their fight for survival, to survive against monsters. And when humanity was given that chance to survive, Noah chose to walk a path of a tamer, to befriend the very monsters that were threatening the humans' extinction. As he tamed the monsters, learned from them, bonded with them, shedding the last remnants of what it was to be human. Noah began to wonder, is it wrong to be considered a monster? Feedback is definitely appreciated, good or bad, let's make the story good together. I would like to note that the main character isn’t completely ruthless, he's more chaotically neutral. There’s a lot of good stories out there with ruthless, bloodthirsty, cold hearted main characters so if that’s what your interest in then I’m sorry to disappoint you.

There are many paths one can take within life. Every decision, every push, every trip. One might not take one willingly - a path will find them all the same. And you and I must walk it today, whether or not we are willing. No path has an end. Even in death.

In a world stitched together by forgotten gods and shattered seals, Rayon walks as the embodiment of quiet chaos — emotionless, ruthless, yet unshakably aware. Once abandoned, now ascended, he threads through fate with the same precision he uses to end it. To him, morality is a cage for the weak; purpose is the only truth worth bleeding for. Bound to Erethon — the Primordial of Insanity, and wielding the Black Resonance, Rayon seeks not salvation, but understanding — of creation, of ruin, and of himself. Every seal he breaks reshapes the balance of existence, every breath he takes bends destiny closer to his will. He is neither hero nor villain — he simply is. The Black Primordial, The Monarch Of The Endless Abyss. The man whose silence screams louder than gods.

[Nakseong High School, the heads of 300 people exploded!] Lee Joon, an ordinary high school student. During the entrance ceremony, he was caught up in a strange phenomenon and died. [You have died.] [Restarting from checkpoint.] [Loading…] And then a message appeared before his eyes. 『Welcome to Nakseong High School that is full of mysteries and secrets. Uncover the dark secrets hidden around the school, or fight against urban legends and myths to earn points and unlock special abilities. Then, gather companions and stop the resurrection of the demon king before you graduate. The world is in your hands.』 IMPORTANT NOTE: This is not my story. It belongs to the original author, whose username is “only Fan.” I am only publishing an English translation for reading purposes, and there may be some errors or mistakes in my translation.

It is about a dream, an unreasonable and elusive dream It is hard to seek the path to make it come true When someone feels exhausted by his own life Have no place to stay anymore Everything seems to make him feel suffocated Hence, eager to seek refuge anywhere, anyplace, any spot, any space, any area, any region except the earth Where a human has a dream to live in another dimension, another world, the parallel world A perfect fantasy world like a fairy tale When the chance comes to break and just embrace his presence The reality is more unbearable than what he desires

This is one heck of a Victorian-style fantasy novel. Add a spoonful of steam engines to make that darned technology tree come alive! Add a spoonful of love and hatred, so everyone has good reasons to brawl! Add a spoonful of madness to lighten up this gloomy world, and finally, add a spoonful of natural disasters to play the main boss... and so on! Phew, that's a lot! ... Year 931 in the Engerwick Calendar. The city I reside in has been hailed as the most advanced in the West. The main reasons? The world-shaking steam technology, emerging technologies, and the wellspring of chaos. Can't deny it, but the fact remains that people keep flocking here to live. This city always gives you a glimmer of hope, whether it's lies or illusions, but it's so close, within arm's reach, making you risk life and limb. A city of hallucinations. I am one of those dream-chasers.