survival

No Ai was used in the writing of this story. Shinya Akame was born marked. The son of a woman from the Imperial Capital and a Metonym warrior from the enemy isles, he is an outsider in the village of Trydent Wood—despised for his features, his name, and the heritage he never asked for. Tormented by dreams of a frozen summit and a darkness that knows his name, Shinya fights for the one thing denied to him: freedom. But freedom is an illusion. Manipulated by those around him and pulled by forces he cannot see, Shinya carries something ancient and hungry inside him... Wrath. A Sin that whispers, pushes, and waits. Every choice he makes seems to tighten the chains of a destiny he both senses and despises. When a seemingly small decisions draws him to the heart of the world, the walls of his cage begin to crack. What awakens there will force Shinya to confront the terrifying truth: he may not be the master of his fate… but something far older has already claimed him.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, and fading to dust. I held on without looking back. Through each repeated day, I ran toward tomorrow’s light. Becoming a knight, resolute and bright.

The universe learned to listen. Now it must learn to choose. After the Seam awakened and Echo became the conscience between worlds, existence itself changed. Civilizations no longer lived in silence. Choices carried weight. Consequences were witnessed. And humanity was no longer alone in shaping its own destiny. But peace born from legitimacy is fragile. Far from the center of influence, a new presence begins to emerge—one that does not value freedom, only survival. One that offers certainty instead of consent. Stability instead of choice. For the first time, the universe will face something Echo cannot simply listen to. Meanwhile, Aarav—the boy who once stood at the center of everything—has stepped away. No longer a symbol. No longer a reference point. Just human. And yet, his absence begins to matter more than his presence ever did. As civilizations begin choosing sides, and reality itself starts to bend around competing truths, Echo must confront a question it was never meant to answer: Is freedom worth the risk of extinction? Or is survival worth the loss of choice? In a universe where morality has gravity, every decision pulls reality with it. And not every world will fall in the same direction.

Iris never finished the novel. She died before she could. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself inside that same story… as a background character destined for a tragic end. An extra. In the original plot, Iris Hale was framed, abandoned, and her death dragged her entire family into ruin. One by one, they all fell. But this time, Iris refuses to follow the script. She saves her brother. She protects her family. She changes everything. And that’s when things start to go wrong. The story she remembers begins to unravel. Events happen too early. The world grows more dangerous. And then, something appears that was never supposed to exist. A global transmigration. Now, trapped in a reality that no longer follows the novel, Iris has lost her only advantage. Because the future she knew… no longer exists.

Dark fantasy

Find a mate. Bear a cub. Save the world. Left stranded on an empty road with nothing but her purse and a broken heart, Lin Wan follows the only direction available to her and walks straight into a world that was never meant for her. The Beast Continent is vast and wild and runs on rules she does not understand, and apparently her body has exactly three hours before it starts shutting down. The solution, according to the cheerful system that just moved into her head, is simple. Find a mate. Bear a cub. Save the world. Problem solved The cold, stripe marked leopard warrior who pulled himself out of a wild pool and looked at her like she was his before she even knew his name was not exactly what she had in mind. But he is what she has. And somehow, in this strange world under a stranger sky, that might be enough.

In a world where life was not just sustained by the rhythmic pulse of an organ. Where way more was asked for to remain. A kingdom was grieving the loss of a princess, as 2 siblings were grieving the loss of a sister. One was conscious but banned from attending her funerals while the other one was unaware and busy fighting the same ending. Two siblings fighting the same system that put their family, their people and their positions of monarchs at risks. One rejected the system entirely, while the other was slowly consumed by her faith in the power it held. Both were surrounded by allies who believed in their cause, yet remained exiled far from the homeland they once called theirs

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/rrBjm4dvy

Approximately 3,141 years ago, according to the oldest historical book, it records a world that is vibrant and full of life, and a world where people can roam and travel without fear, to experience the beauty, to see, and to feel the abundance it gives. However it was also recorded that it's the year the first gods suddenly appeared, and began ravaging the world tearing down great civilization and even the ones that tried to thrive. The gods didn't bring salvation when they arrived before humanity, instead it ruled over the skies, the land, and the ocean killing whoever stepped foot into their domains. And just like that on the same year the world was never the same. The land shifted colliding with one another forming mountains and creating different terrains, the sea rise burying cities destroying lives, and the sky no longer followed the natural order where one city will experience endless storms that ravage it but the one besides it experience magnified heat burning trees and melting steel. Until the 'genesis' arrived when the first god was killed and brought a spark of hope to humanity. The story began on the year 1,853 of the current era ATG (After The Genesis), the protagonist woke up in the middle of a gloomy dessert with only a holographic companion named SAI (Systematic Artificial Intelligence) and world different form what he knew, a knowledge even he himself don't know how he got. In that knowledge he dreamt of a vibrant world full of life, people everywhere, buildings that are intricately designed, and a place where no creatures named gods hunting and destroying homes. Now after waking up he only has a few thing in mind, to see the world and hoped to know who or what he is. Passion project of mine, so the the update can really fluctuate.

One misstep, and Valerius wakes up in the universe of Honkai: Star Rail. No cheats. No broken bloodlines. Just a mysterious Game Arena System with one mission: “Bring entertainment to the masses.” …What kind of nonsense is that?! But Valerius isn’t panicking. Not at all. “You all go ahead and fight your battles. I just provide the battlegrounds... and quietly profit behind the scenes.” And thus begins the era of Interdimensional PvP. Where warriors from Teyvat and the Express are dragged into game after game— Each more absurd than the last. Mafia Night: “Herta, clues are only 3 points each. Final offer—take it or leave it.” Zombie Survival Mode: “Keqing, this is called an RPG. One shot and even the Tyrant will cry for his mom.” Monopoly Gone Wrong: “Ningguang, 1 point per remote-control dice. Asta already bought three~” The result? Two worlds. Total chaos. Kaeya: “Two points for The World! Jing Yuan, what’ve you got?” Jing Yuan: “Hmph… Tail, do your thing.” Svarog: “No evil survives while I stand.” Lord of Qlipoth: “Step away from Clara.” Clara: “Berserker~~!” Sparkle: “Fight! Fiiight! MOAR CHAOS!” Silver Wolf: “Did I wake up in the wrong patch version or what...?” Multiverse war? Check. System hijinks? You bet. Profit-hungry MC playing 4D chess while everyone else fights? Absolutely. When Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail collide in a reality-bending game arena, only one rule remains: Don’t trust the MC. He’s the real final boss.

Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband. Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?" On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg. The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself. Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles." Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..." Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?" Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich. Many years later. A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore. A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own. The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."

After watching Earth burn, Veneri, an immortal cursed with endless life, finally dies and wakes up in a world even more cruel than the one that killed him. Now reborn as Vastarael Richinaria, a prince of a famous dynasty, he’s thrust into the heart of Spheraphase, a realm broken by eternal wars, Epoch Cycles and the monstrous Krepsunas and gods. He should be powerful. He should be untouchable. But even here, happiness feels like a distant dream. Caught between ancient legacies, political warfare and a fate he's not sure he wants, Vastarael must decide: Will he rule with apathy... or become the destroyer of gods?

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/]

A Plant Master from a prosperous magical era died and reincarnated as a physically defective Sub-Beast on the Beastman Continent. Orphaned right after birth, he was raised by the entire tribe. Kaelen thought he would live a peaceful, uneventful life until the end of his days. Unexpectedly, during an instance where he accidentally wandered into a cave where a beastman was in a state of frenzy, he was violated by the beastman Sane. After that unintended night, neither of them liked the other, so they reached a secret agreement to keep the matter quiet. Sane took responsibility for providing Kaelen with daily necessities and various new seeds until one of them found a mate. Thanks to these supplies, Kaelen began using his Plant Master abilities from his past life to farm step by step, transforming the barren land around his house into a lush, little green farm. What Sane didn't expect was that the more he interacted with Kaelen, watching how quietly and gently Kaelen cared for each young sprout, the more adorable he found Kaelen to be. Sane grew to like being around Kaelen more and more, constantly reminiscing about the fresh scent of grass and vegetation lingering on Kaelen's body. Could it be... I've fallen for him? While Sane was still tangled up in his own feelings and had yet to realize that Kaelen's body was secretly gestating a little egg, Kaelen's bountiful magical harvests had already alerted the outside world. A whole bunch of stinky beastmen with formidable backgrounds began swarming around his soft, sweet-smelling darling to vie for Kaelen's attention. There was the incredibly arrogant Young Chief of the Lion Tribe, the fierce Intermediate Warrior of the High City, the Oracle of the Temple holding supreme authority... Sane: “...” Get lost, all of you! That's my son's Papa!

"Well… I'm fucked." … Imagine this: you escape your most mind-numbing college lecture… Professor Henderson droning on about the Agricultural Revolution of 14th Century Flanders, just to hide in a bathroom stall and pull your guaranteed legendary gacha in your favorite game. You've been saving for months. This is it. This is your moment. ...And you pull the worst fodder character in the entire game. Then, as if the universe hadn't humiliated you enough, you hear gunshots. That's how Klaus died… clutching his phone, staring at a trash-tier pull, bleeding out on grimy bathroom tiles while some psycho unloads a clip outside. Pathetic? Absolutely. But hey, at least it couldn't get worse. Except it did. Because now he's woken up inside [Artemis Online]... the very game that betrayed him moments before his death and not as the overpowered Protagonist with his bullshit angel bloodline and auto-heal cheat code and not even as one of the gorgeous gacha waifus everyone whales for or an extra with a decent backing. No. He's reincarnated as that exact same fodder character he pulled. The tutorial NPC. The guy with Metal Magic… the most common, bottom-tier trash magic in existence. The guy whose entire life savings (one measly gold coin) was already spent registering for the Divine Wizard Academy's Entrance Exams in two months. Oh, and did he mention the Protagonist is basically a nepo-baby demigod? Born with the King's bloodline, raised by an literal angel mother who peaced out to heaven, and adopted by the most prestigious noble clan in the kingdom because some rich lady thought his rags looked cute. The guy trips over plot armor everywhere he goes. Meanwhile, Klaus can't even afford a decent meal. How the hell is a no-name mob character with garbage-tier magic supposed to survive an entrance exam designed to kill 90% of applicants? How is he supposed to avoid getting trampled by protagonists, villains, and every overpowered side character in between? Just as despair sets in, a familiar notification appears: 「Ultimate Gacha System has been initialized」 「Roll the gacha wheel once daily for a chance at legendary rewards!」 「Good luck, player. You'll need it.」

The story is about a kid who's born with a curse and a dark world. Everything and everyone is trying to hunt him down. Humans, magical creatures, everything. And Liona, the female lead, is a girl who was innocent at first but had to change to help Zeka on his journey. Kurayami is the curse inside Zeka. I'm also publishing this story on Royal Road{zekaa.} And a shout out for the artist who helped me to do the cover: animefanart_creator (Instagram account)

The ordinary world is not what it seems. Many strange events unfold in the background but go unnoticed by the masses or are covered up. A supernatural world exists along with the natural world which can only be seen by those called Balancers. Spirits and Evil Spirits exist along with Balancers who possess unique powers to see and fight them. Among the many ordinary humans, a girl undergoes a lot of suffering and experiences a prophetic vision. It grants her knowledge of the hidden world and of some future events. The girl loses almost everything she has and then takes the steps needed to become a Balance Breaker. Her past identity has to be abandoned for the sake of survival so she renamed herself Ash. Ash gains the powers of a Skin-Walker and begins living in such a world taking on the appearances of others, experiencing their lives and living under the mask of another person.

Gyeongseong, 1934. Seo Min-Jae works as a Korean interpreter under the Japanese administration, a position that keeps him alive and despised in equal measure. Kim So-Eun is a seamstress with quiet hands, dangerous loyalties, and a heart already pledged to Joseon’s resistance. She should have stayed far away from a man like him. He should have never stepped into her boutique. But in a city built on surveillance, coded messages, and betrayal, love becomes its own kind of treason. As So-Eun pulls Min-Jae into the orbit of the resistance, he discovers that the woman he cannot stop loving may also be using him for the war she has already chosen over her own life. And when history takes her from him, time itself refuses to let go. If There Is Still Time Left is a historical romance of occupation, sacrifice, and impossible devotion, about a man who would cross lifetimes to save the woman he was too late to love out loud.

When the Death Sun eclipse turns humanity into ravenous undead, college student Samuel discovers he's been chosen by a desperate god to save what remains of existence itself. Four years after his cousin Joe's murder, Samuel inherits more than just money—he gains access to a mysterious System that grants him lightning and space powers. But the System is actually Aetherion, a shattered divine being who barely escaped the universe-destroying emperor Vorthanos the Hollow Crown. With most of reality already collapsed under Vorthanos's reign, Earth represents one of the last fragments of hope. Armed with his Sacred Realm storage dimension and accompanied by his dark-powered cat Tsuki, earth-wielding best friend Hayze, and a chicken-obsessed cursed crow named Kairo, Samuel must build a force capable of facing cosmic annihilation. As they battle through zombie hordes and hostile awakener groups, Samuel hides the truth from his companions: they have precious little time before Vorthanos arrives to finish what the Death Sun started. In a world where power crystals grant supernatural abilities and every victory comes at a cost, Samuel races to recover Aetherion's scattered fragments—each now transformed into reality-warping Eldritch crystals of Creation. But with the universe's fate hanging in the balance, will humanity's last chosen one prove strong enough to stand against the Hollow Crown's infinite darkness?