mystery

Kriel was born broken in a brutal world that chews up the weak and spits out legends. The System, that cold arbiter of power, branded him an anomaly a glitch no one saw coming. Veilborn killers, Mark Kings, Ascendant Monarchs, even horrors from shattered dimensions... they all hunt him down, united in their fear of what he represents.Screw that. Kriel dives headfirst into the forbidden Void, a wild force the System cant touch. It doesnt break him it remakes him into a Chaosborn, unbound and unbreakable.Now hes on a rampage, smashing factions, laws, and socalled destinies that try to cage him. In a realm where power is king, hell etch his name in blood as chaos incarnate.His endgame? Shatter the gods who built this prisonworld and forge a new reality from the wreckage one where hes the unchallenged apex.

Heaven never intended to create this world. Lyn wakes with most of his past erased. Now he must claw his way back to his memories while fighting to survive in a reality which heaven never intended to create. a brutal system where mere strength is never enough. The world is too vast and ancient, governed by hostile laws so perilous they are barely worth the risk. Here, even your own eyes can turn against you. To survive, Lyn must master the world’s unforgiving logic. Cultivation is a lethal negotiation with heaven itself, a path paved with Heavenly Blockades: internal beasts, solitary executioners, and duels against one’s own reflection. Every step forward risks permanent ruin. With a cold intellect and a fragment of forbidden law burning silently in his soul, Lyn navigates the desperation of others. his goal is to see the truth of reality -------------- Using ai for grammar, my pacing is worser than one piece

They call him the hollow blade, whilst locking their doors, dousing their lights, and praying that he hunts far from their home As beneath every full moon, he stalks those warped by divine rot, and with his steel forged beyond mortal limits, he kills what others cannot and sees what others will not. Kaizen, a young shopkeeper with a literal aching void where his heart was meant to be, had lived in quiet obscurity never knowing that his hollow chest since birth was neither a curse nor a divine gift, but the very manifestation of reality's wound. Now, by day he counts coppers and dust shelves, by night he becomes the shadow that haunts the dark. But every kill extracts its price, as the void swells with each corrupted soul it devours, consuming what little remains of his humanity. Now the sun is failing, the eternal night encroaches, and Kaizen must ascend to godhood and forge a new cosmic order before darkness reigns forever Yet from the shadows above, something ancient watches and waits

Oliver Lucas and Maria Valentina are the detectives in a very small town. They have solved any case thrown at them no matter how hard it was. A series of disappearances and murders began happening across the town. The both of them are bound to get the bottom of it until they find out their culprit isn't human..........

They called me trash. F-Rank. Weak. A joke to the world. But what they didn’t know, I had a Hidden SSS Talent the size of a universe, quietly awakening while I smiled through their mockery. In a world where strength determines value, I played the system like a chessboard, predicted every move, manipulated fate itself, and turned humiliation into absolute supremacy. Academies laughed. Rivals plotted. Kingdoms fell. The Abyss rose, the Observer watched, and the threads of reality bent to my strategy. Every small skirmish, every whispered secret, every “useless” F-Rank step was a step toward rewriting destiny. Now, they will see. Not just a prodigy, not just a strategist but the one who reshapes worlds, bends probability, and rewrites the meaning of power. They called me trash I rewrote the definition. Fast-paced strategy, jaw-dropping twists, addictive tactical battles, emotional betrayals, and a world that won’t forgive but will remember forever.

in the haunted realm of Dehls, where murders and supernatural horrors intertwine, one woman stands between chaos and truth: Fiona Hamilton, known by the nickname Lady Mystery. Fiona is no ordinary detective. With white hair, green eyes, and a cursed body scarred by tragedy, she serves under Dark Umbrella, a secret organization that investigates both mortal crimes and magical anomalies.

Thanks to a contract she selflessly made, she made her dear boy watch as she shattered into numerous pieces, and he had just gotten to see her. Didn't even mind, made herself at home and two minutes in, goes out in a bang right before her son's face. Now let's drive that knife in, the shocked boy woke up to see her face once more, but she sounds funny... hmm, might it be a naughty someone who did a naughty something? Also, what's up with the place? but eh... he's got powers and I'm sure the answers are gone come flowing in, won't they? Let's see what goodies _____ proxy will bring See you on the other side, brave soldier. Signing out, Pixi3s(⁠╯⁠°⁠□⁠°⁠）⁠╯⁠︵⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ Boom!

Don't be fooled by the title. I don't even have an iota of ego. Matter of fact, I'm the most humble man you'll ever meet! I'm also the smartest man you'll ever meet, not bragging or anything. My name is Ziyang, and I'm here to tell you a story. You see that smug bitch holding a dagger to my throat? Well, it had been my humble ambition to take that egotistical, drowning in his own self-importance, arrogant piece of a shitfucker down. Atleast, that's what my original hope was anyway, because apparently the universe has a way of telling you to sit the fuck down when you try jumping too high. Boy, can I not wait to tell you about the clusterfuck I put myself into. Gear up, my friends, for an excitingly fun, wildly adventurous and heart-poundingly thrilling journey, because once you begin... you might just get addicted.

Follow Asher on his adventures, as he goes from the Fallen King, to the bane of all in high positions, and the end of those who cross him.

The day the gates tore open across the sky, the world we knew crumbled overnight. Monsters flooded out from mysterious portals. The old laws became meaningless. Humanity was forced to adapt—or face extinction. In this new era, everyone can awaken skills, level up, and become the titans of the age. Heroes are born. Geniuses are worshipped. And the weak? They are discarded. Amidst the chaos, Alexander Magnus is nothing more than an ordinary delivery driver. No talent. No backing. Even the skill he finally awakens is branded as "useless." Scorned. Mocked. Viewed as nothing more than cannon fodder destined to vanish in a world ruled by monsters and absolute power. But there is one thing they don't know— That "trash" skill... can Rank Up infinitely. While others are shackled by their fixed potential, Alexander silently climbs from the abyss. With every evolution, the world is forced to rewrite its laws. In a modern city turning into a blood-soaked battlefield, a simple delivery man begins his path to shatter every rule ever written. This is the story of the man the world looked down upon— And how he rose to crush every definition of "strength" and "weakness."

20 year old man finds himself in the world of Re:Zero in the body of the Main character "Natsuki Subaru" Can he escape death (He can't)

What begins as one talentless boy's stubborn defiance becomes a challenge to reality itself. He cannot cultivate like others, so he forces the universe to accommodate him anyway. He has no predetermined path, so he carves one through sheer, unreasonable Will. But this is not a tale of easy victories. Every step costs something. Every technique carries a price. The world is vast, ancient, and utterly indifferent to one mortal's rebellion. As his impossible existence draws the attention of Immortals, cosmic forces, and powers that predate reality itself, Li Zhiwei faces a question that will determine everything: Can free will exist in a universe where even gods are following someone else's script?

Elysium Seraphiel rules her own Kingdom, Alaria, at only eighteen. She, amongst four other kingdoms, all live in the realm, each with its own unique traits. However, tensions rise between Alaria and Sheol, the dark, hellish kingdom below them. Ruled by nineteen-year-old Alastor Kaelthorn, Sheol weilds the strongest military and combat in the realm. When Elysium realizes Alaria is slipping due to Sheol's attacks, she resorts to other kingdoms for comfort. Will Elysium be able to save her kingdom?

Ichcha's hand shook as she signed the divorce papers? Maybe! Ichcha couldn't have imagined that the relationship that had begun with hope, trust, and love would end up like this even a few days ago. Seeing her hand stop as she held the pen between her fingers, a female voice was heard from behind, "Why did you stop? Sign and release my son. Or are you plotting again how to trap the messenger?"

Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage or announce itself. It simply waits at the edge of everything, patient and absolute, whispering one promise to every crack in reality it finds. Entropy. Silence. Nothingness. For centuries the Temporal Lattice has kept it locked away. But the Lattice is fracturing. And every Rift pulse Kronos Maw unleashes loosens another thread. Every world he destroys opens another crack. He believes he is using the Void as a weapon. He doesn't understand that the Void is using him. Across the multiverse others are stirring. A wind-singer on a floating citadel of crystal spires whose songs travel through cracks in reality. A stone-skinned guardian on a desert world where sand itself is frozen in time. Ancient Weavers watching from a pocket dimension outside of time entirely. Warriors from rift-scarred worlds carrying powers forged from broken timelines. All of them feeling the same fractures. All of them sending the same desperate signal. Hold the line. On Earth Alex's only allies are a sharp-eyed tech genius with fourteen pages of notes, a former bully with a blade forged from broken time, and a four hundred year old guardian who has been waiting specifically for him. Together they are the first defense between New Lagos and oblivion. Between Earth and the unraveling of everything. Two threats. One is coming for him. The other is coming for everything. Some legacies skip generations. Some wait four hundred years. Alex's just arrived. And the question isn't whether he's ready. The question is whether ready even matters anymore. The lattice is fracturing. The tyrant is coming. The Void is whispering. And a boy from New Lagos is all that stands between existence and the hungry silence at the edge of time. The war for time itself begins here. Time is not on his side. It's inside him. Nineteen year old Alex Wilder has spent his whole life feeling like he's watching the world through glass — present but untouched, handsome but invisible, alive but completely indifferent. In the crowded hallways of New Lagos High he is nobody. A closed door. A boy too guarded to let the world in and too smart to pretend that doesn't cost him something. Then one rainy evening in the forgotten sub-levels of Chronicle Hall, everything changes. A four hundred year old secret chooses him. A pulse that isn't his own heartbeat takes up residence in his chest. And somewhere at the edge of the universe, something ancient and hungry stirs — a being who was once the greatest guardian of time and is now its most terrifying enemy — and starts moving toward New Lagos. His name is Kronos Maw. He doesn't want to rule time. He wants to unmake it. But Kronos Maw is not the worst thing out there. Before the universe had a name. Before time had a direction. Before the first star burned its first light into the darkness — there was the Chrono Void. A hunger that doesn't roar or rage

“Doing the wrong thing for the right reason… never ends well for anyone.” Seven great races ruled the continent of Eldarion. Humans weren’t among them. To the world, mankind was nothing more than background noise, as insignificant as a breath of air, as laughable as a failed joke of creation. A race with no promise. No power. No future. Tyler was born into that world—a world where every “hero of humanity” was fated to fall before they could rise. So he abandoned the path of heroes entirely. He chose the road stained in shadows. He chose the power no sane soul would touch. He chose to become a demon— not for glory, but for survival. His purpose was simple: Ascend as the Demon King. Stand as a monstrous shield when the true invaders finally tear into their continent. And he succeeded. He rose higher, darker, and stronger than any being before him. But power has a price. A price he only understood when it was far too late. For in climbing toward salvation, He became the very abomination he once swore to destroy— The Desecrator. And the world whispered: “There is no lesser or greater evil. There is only evil.” Yet a more profound truth lingered in the dark: “Because sometimes, only one Evil can devour another.” *** Discord - https://discord.gg/4xbt5Nwrtn *** #Yandere #ComplexCharacters #NoHarem #Dark #RareBloodline #Magic #Slowburn #FatedLove #Demons #Dragons #Otherworlders #RunicSorcery #Evil-FL

Osu. The word meant outcast. A creature lower than all his peers and set apart by the gods. The world of Reigina, disparate in its races and traditions, still maintained a universal treatment for such souls. Born into this world as an osu, Elijah Brimstone must navigate the muddy waters of a society that despises him and unravel the tangled threads of his past that shaped who—and what—he is. Secret beings. Arcane texts. Mysterious metals. Who could sound the depths of such a world? Is he on a fool's errand or on the stairway to Heaven? Sulphur & Lightning is a love letter to Xianxia and Western high fantasy that attempts to fuse elements of both into a world with Nigerian folklore.

Kai had everything. Wealth beyond imagination. Pleasure beyond excess. Power beyond mortality. He became a demi-god… the absolute peak of existence. And yet— He still felt empty. So he chose death, hoping the void inside him would finally be filled. But fate laughed. Instead of ending, his life restarted. Kai awakens in modern Seoul, trapped in the body of a disgraced heir… and bound to a mocking, sadistic System known as the Void-Filler. As the world marches toward a frozen apocalypse filled with monsters, betrayal, and desperation, Kai is given a choice: Will he become humanity’s savior… Or its coldest predator? Because this time… The hero doesn’t care.

"I was not born strong… and I was not created merciful." "Every scar on my body… is a lesson they failed to learn." "They thought the shadow meant weakness, and did not understand that light is the one that needs protection." "I am Kim… the one who lost everything, so there is nothing left to be defeated." "If you can hear me now… remember this: some kings are not crowned— the world is forced to kneel to them."

An orphan boy. A system with secrets. Rudra only wanted to survive. The world might not survive him. Follow Rudra on his journey to uncover the truth of his birth, master forbidden knowledge, and rise from nothing… to something.