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The Extra's Law

Being the only person in his world who can see the Aurora Borealis phenomenon that constantly adorns the sky, Nathan never imagined that he would enter his own half-finished novel titled "Endless Cataclysm." Yet, he now inhabits the body of someone named Adrian Hale, without understanding why he exists there, as he never wrote such a character. Nevertheless, he enjoys his new life by pretending to be Adrian Hale and receiving love from his family. Until he finally realizes that the place he currently inhabits is destined to be destroyed without a single soul left alive. Destroyed by what? Killed by whom? Nathan does not know, because it was a Plot Hole in his novel that he left unresolved. But that is what is written in his novel, and it will inevitably happen in some form because the World of his novel will not remain idle, ignoring that Plot Hole or its logical flaws. He has witnessed firsthand how the world logically filled in all the deficiencies present in his novel when it became reality. So, what will the world create to rectify the Plot Hole of his death and the inevitable demise of millions of human lives? That is a threat he, as the author, had never anticipated before. His knowledge of the Plot is also useless because he is far removed from the Protagonist, from the main story of his novel. The only encounter between them would be if he manages to overcome that Threat, or if the Protagonist finds his corpse. Nathan is also continually startled by the world of his novel and the humans within it, who create things that surpass his imagination as its author. He is a powerless God, overwhelmed by his own creation that has transcended him. (The pacing is slow at the beginning due to the character development and workbuilding. If you want fast-paced action at the beginning, sorry, this isn't for you.)
Saintnites · 17.3k Views

Arcana Null : 22 - The Fool Who Imprisoned Fate

Zekai is twenty-two and has already decided that life is meaningless. He has no job, no ambition, and no interest in the future. While others chase purpose, he watches from the sidelines, convinced that the world runs on illusions people are too afraid to question. Then his grandfather dies during a circus performance. The death is ruled an accident. The silence afterward is not. Something is left behind—something old, something deliberate. From that moment, Zekai begins to notice what others cannot: patterns beneath coincidence, intent behind tragedy, and a presence that seems amused by his existence. The city changes around him. Crimes grow stranger. People disappear without explanation. Whispers spread of a figure who appears in moments of fear—part savior, part nightmare. Zekai does not seek to become anything. He only reacts. Yet the more he intervenes, the more the world pushes back. Every choice carries consequences he cannot escape. Every step forward reveals another layer of truth he was never meant to see. Some paths offer power. Some demand sacrifice. Some do not allow turning back. As Zekai is pulled deeper into a hidden side of the city—where justice, guilt, desire, and fate collide—he is forced to confront a question no one can answer for him: Is freedom something you choose… or something taken from you the moment you play along? Because this story is not about destiny fulfilled. It is about what remains when the final number is reached— 22.
Haise_Hkr · 2.5k Views

A realm of knowledge

This is an enemies to lovers trope with a hint of comedy, fantasy and adventure. A determined girl in her last year in highschool works to achieve her goals. Her peace is quickly taken away by a boy who keeps nagging her during class and trying to talk to her. After lying down to observe a blood moon, her hands start tingling and she thinks nothing of it, assuming the weird feeling will go away. A few days later, she finds out she can travel two years forward in time just by entering the school's library. The girl has to figure out why she was given this power while still struggling to pass her final exams. Alongside the boy, they both go through an adventure in a dangerous realm to stop the curse of the future that was bestowed upon them. Some info about the characters: ▪︎Vivien Torres (ISTJ/INTJ, Capricorn), bday-19th of January, age: 18, 《preferences: rock music, blueberries, work, alone time, healthy food, winter, saying "shucks"; dislikes: arguing, being criticized, lies, wasting time, gossip》 ▪︎Sylas Jackson (ENTP, Leo), bday- 4th of August, age: 18, 《preferences: chaos, detective novels, arguing, solving puzzles, traveling, being told he's right, annoying people, wasting time; dislikes: winter, boredom, admitting to feelings, work》 ▪︎Grace Hughes (INFP, Pisces), bday-February 26th, age: 18, 《preferences: cheerleading, comfort, watching shows; dislikes: hatred, secrets》 ▪︎Rachel Standford (ENFP, Leo), bday- 30th of July, age: 18, 《preferences: talking, meeting friends, partying; dislikes: fishing, cheerleading, being ignored, staying in one place》 ▪︎Luis Torres (INFP, Libra), bday- 23rd of September, age: 21, 《preferences: staying home, gaming; dislikes: being ignored, boredom》 ▪︎Amara Jackson (ISTP, Aquarius), bday- 8th of February, age: 14, 《preferences: shopping, make-up; dislikes: people》 ▪︎Jude Phillipe (ISTP, Virgo), bday- 12th of September, age: 21, 《preferences: helping others, making friends; dislikes: work, superiority, people pleasing》 ▪︎Leonard Lloyd (ENTJ, Scorpio), bday- 2nd of November, age: 28, 《preferences: work, feeling superior; dislikes: hypocrisy, not being listened to》 ▪︎Frida Loren (ESTP, Pisces), bday- 17th of March, age: 34,《 preferences: chaos, being mean; dislikes: wasting time, boredom》 Yes, Vivien and Sylas are opposites, basically. She likes what he doesn't like, vice-versa for him, but opposites attract.
Xue_Shini · 14.8k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 295.9k Views

The LAND Of The MISTS!

The Land of the Mist is a sweeping tale of reincarnation, betrayal, and the thin line between ordinary life and the uncanny. Once, he was Kokuro—a dutiful person who lived cleanly, worked responsibly, and tried to be the moral pillar his family could depend on. He died in disgrace instead: smothered in debt, abandoned by a wife who chose another, and disowned by the very sons he had sacrificed everything for. At the end of that bitter life, he swore that if fate ever gave him another chance, he would never be used again. He would live only for himself. Fate listened. Reincarnated as Emeritus Akihito, heir to the most powerful noble house in the empire of Serathis, he inherits a life of wealth, servants, and the kind of effortless luxury he once resented from afar. But the empire is divided—between the gilded boots of nobility and the crushed faces of the downtrodden—and Akihito has no desire to serve either side. His vow is simple: remain unseen, cause chaos, and reject the world. Yet his attempts at ruin twist into miracles. The fires he sets burn out corruption. The rumors he spreads topple tyrants. Each cruel act inadvertently ushers peace and prosperity. Legends grow around him, whispered in nursery rhymes and tavern songs. Children trade ghost stories of The Figure of the Mist, a shadowy trickster who walks in fog-shrouded nights. But Akihito knows the truth. That figure already exists. He has seen it watching him from the mist, faceless and patient. He has read its name in storybooks that should not exist. Every night the fog thickens, pressing closer, writing him deeper into a story that seems older than the empire itself. Slice-of-life serenity clashes with creeping dread as Akihito navigates noble courts, village festivals, and simple meals that feel like holy luxuries—while shadows coil, gods whisper, and the line between myth and memory dissolves. The Land of the Mist is a haunting epic where fate cannot be defied, only sharpened, and every act of rebellion writes another page in a legend already foretold.
Shyzuli_Lolz · 2.6k Views