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Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is not a standard webnovel. Not power fantasy. You won't get that constant power escalation hit or that achievement system satisfaction. What you get is slow burn, structured more like a novel than serialized content. Each chapter accumulates. Each arc tightens. Tension builds and doesn't release until it's supposed to. The work touches on philosophy, politics, economy, metaphysics, theology. Everything woven into narrative, not explained to you. If you've already read Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, A Song of Ice and Fire, works that trust readers to hold complexity, you already know what we're trying to do here. The ambition is simple and honest: get there. Write something that redefines what this genre can do. I can't promise we make it. I'm a beginner without experience and this work is experimental. But I can promise I'll give everything I have trying.

Before there were kingdoms, before there were even stars brave enough to name themselves, there was her. She was not born. She was spoken into existence by the first breath of reality itself—the moment when nothing decided to become something. From that instant, she existed as both beginning and ending, holding within her the power to make and unmake all things. Where other gods ruled pieces of creation—time, fire, oceans, life—she ruled finality. With one thought she could scatter galaxies like dust. With another she could weave new worlds from the wreckage. To the universe, she was balance. To the gods, she was terror. They watched her carefully in their crystal halls beyond the sky. They pretended to call her sister. They bowed to her when she passed. But in their whispered councils they spoke only one truth: If she ever chose, we would not survive her. She did not crave dominion. She did not seek worship. She drifted through creation like a silent tide, shaping what was broken, ending what had become cruel, starting again when hope was exhausted. But the gods had built the universe to be stable—unchanging, predictable, obedient. And she was not. When wars between gods began, when worlds were destroyed in the crossfire of divine pride, she tried to intervene. She ended a battle by erasing both armies. She remade a dying planet from its own ashes. The gods called it madness. They said she was too powerful to be allowed a will. So they betrayed her. They lured her into a false council of peace. They wrapped her in spells forged from fear itself. They did not kill her—because they could not—but they did something far crueler. They made her small. They tore her from eternity and sealed her inside a mortal body, locking away the infinity that made her who she was. Her memories shattered. Her voice was silenced. Her true name was buried where even she could not reach it. And then— They cast her down. From the heart of heaven to the dirt of a nameless world. As she fell, stars went dark. As she struck the earth, the universe shuddered. And somewhere far below, a single mortal life waited to find her—not as a god… but as a broken woman who had forgotten she was the beginning and the end of everything…

Death is a certainty for most in the Undercity. For the lucky ones who have the privilege to make it out, their journey has just begun... Xena Mirelli has known nothing but poverty all her life. Left alone with the last elderly member of her family, she struggles to scrounge up enough coppers for dinner. So when she comes into contact with an object that more than half of the Undercity would kill for, she believes her fortune has finally changed. A/N: I will be updating this novel daily, 1 chapter per day! Also, I just wanna say thank you for reading this book because it means a lot to me!

In a world where the sky is fracturing and a floating city loom above the ruins, something ancient has begun to stir. No one knows why reality is breaking. No one knows who watches from beyond. Three lives become one story—bound by something deeper than fate. They begin as survivors, but the world does not need survivors. It needs something more… and something worse. As hidden powers awaken and truths buried in time resurface, their paths begin to split: One will rise as a monarch. One will become a murderer. One will fall into madness… and carve his name into history. Because in this world— Power is never given. It is taken. And karma always takes something back. Three heads. Three paths. One inevitable end.

At the end of 3rd year, Hermione asks Harry for some help with starting an interesting project. If a dark lord's got a 50-year head start on you, maybe what you need is a little more time to even the playing field

In 2100 C.E. beast started appearing from unknown portals connected to Maysthe. Mana, Ki and other energy also started appearing on earth and people having affinity to these energies started awakening, they are termed as hunters. With help of hunters monster outbreak was supressed But, 2 years later not stabilized from previous outbreak WAR Era started With merging of 2 planets Maysthe (Containing three races each having different territory) and Earth resulting in a single planet of atleast 10 time size of earth. When technology of humans, Magic and energies combine the era reaches its peak. Embark on a adventurous and survival journey with Nexar Luke a orphan who gained affinity with a unique energy

Maegor Targaryen, also known as Maegor the Cruel, was not a nice man. They called him a monster, a fiend, a heretic and more. But what did he care about the opinion of the weak? He is a king, and that would never change. ___________________ Warning: - This is an ASOIAF story, and as a Targaryen, there will be incest. - Maegor can use the Hercules Method

Reality is not solid. It is interpreted. Across existence stretch invisible Threads that bind together time, memory, causality, fate, and countless unseen laws. Most beings live and die without ever perceiving them. But some awaken. Those who perceive the Threads begin touching the deeper structure of reality itself. Some become Regressors—beings capable of moving through fractured sequences of time. Others ascend further, becoming Concept Users, individuals whose understanding allows reality to partially accept their interpretation of existence. The strongest are feared not for power alone, but because the world itself begins agreeing with them. Above all stand the Seven Thrones: Life. Death. Order. Chaos. Void. Probability. Perfection. They are not rulers. They are the laws by which reality stabilizes itself. But stability is not the same as truth. When Eryndor survives a regression event that should have erased him, he becomes something reality cannot properly define. Not yet a Concept User. Not yet a monster. But an inconsistency. As hidden wars unfold between the Imperium, ancient dragons, Concept bearers, and forces that exist beneath interpretation itself, Eryndor begins uncovering fragments of a forgotten existence erased from reality long ago. And buried within those fragments lies something impossible: Origin. The point from which meaning itself begins. If the Thrones are the laws of existence— then Origin may be the place those laws were first written. And if reality discovers what Eryndor is becoming— it may decide he was never meant to exist at all.

After dying from unpaid overtime (and maybe a little too much caffeine), Rin Lee wakes up in a world filled with magic, danger... and far too many ridiculously attractive men. Before he can even process what's happening, a glowing blue window appears. [Welcome, Host! You have been selected by the BL System.] [Complete your romantic missions or face immediate tragic death.] "HUH?! SYSTEM, what do you mean 'tragic death'?! And more importantly... BL?!" Now trapped in a story that seems determined to embarrass him at every turn, Rin must survive chaotic love quests, suspicious holy knights, eccentric demons, and one impossibly handsome Demon General who's supposedly destined to destroy the world. The problem? The BL System insists he's Rin's perfect match. "OH, GREAT SYSTEM! PLEASE, JUST KILL ME NOW! THERE'S NO WAY I CAN MAKE THE DEMON GENERAL FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!" "You're here again?" the Demon General asks with a faint smile. "You really do enjoy following me around. Should I finally take you on that date you mentioned?" "HUH?! WAIT—WHEN DID I EVER SAY THAT?! I'M GOING TO DIE TODAY!!" A chaotic fantasy full of comedy, slow-burn romance, mystery, and one very persistent System that absolutely refuses to let its Host rest.

Gate Vladimir has a unique ability: The Fantasy Gene. Fueled by mysterious energy, he can transform into iconic characters from various fictional works, such as Bleach's Sosuke Aizen, the Lich King, Madara Uchiha, Artoria Pendragon, Archangel, Ainz Ooal Gown, and Deathwing. This power allows him to become the ultimate one-man pirate crew, that even Whitebeard declares, "This era is called 'Gate'!"

In the game of thrones, you win or you die. But what happens when the board is flipped by a player who cannot be killed? Across the Narrow Sea, an undisputed superpower has risen from the ashes. Ruled by an ageless Emperor upon an Emerald Throne, the Imperium wields disciplined military might and a raw, crackling magic the world has not seen since the Doom. Harry Potter’s journey did not end in a dark forest in Scotland. It began anew in a world of ice and fire. The dragons have had their day. Now, the era of the Aeternus begins. What to Expect: OP Harry: He is older as well so consider it an AU Harry. Also has other AU elements. Kingdom Building: The Kingdom is already 50 years old so we will be right in the thick of it. Character Development Exploration of Mysteries Wars: The very first arc is one. Bonus chapter for every 5 reviews/150 powerstones. This is not a translation.

“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 to become the strongest of the demons. 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/nQEBsk3ZGX *** #Yandere_MC #Complex_Characters #No_Harem #Dark #Rare_Bloodline #Magic #Slowburn #Fated_Love #Demons #Dragons #Otherworlders #Runic_Sorcery #Evil_FL

Is a villain really a villain if they fight to protect the ones they love? well for the hunters or "hero's" it is. My father was one of the first to awaken as a S class craftsman. He worked hard fighting the monster dungeons, leveling up his gamma and fighting skills with the hunter. Working himself up to the point of everyone respecting him. He wasn't always with them but instead he was with us, his family trying to keep us safe. He helped create a system for the hunters that helped them fight monster dungeons. While working on that "system" he created something else he called "project Plunko". It was “The Perfect system to level up gamma, something that's important in individuals when just awakened,” he said. Other than that, there was no more information on it that anyone knew about. The only person that knew about it was me, his only son. While he was working on it, someone found out about the project and reported it to the higher ups. They demanded my father to stop the project. Project Plunko couldn't be opened or started without its key but no one knew what it was or looked like. It was like its existence wasn’t real. Except one person that knew what the key was.

"Z Virus: Across the Globe" A deadly virus has swept across the world, turning humanity into mindless predators. Civilization has collapsed, and survival is no longer a choice—it is a constant battle. Trapped within the walls of a once-ordinary school, a group of teenage students and their teachers find themselves fighting for their lives against the relentless threat of zombies. With danger lurking in every corridor, they must rely on courage, strategy, and each other to stay alive. But survival isn’t just about escaping the infected. Inside the school, emotions run just as wild—fear, hatred, revenge, guilt, and the crushing weight of loss. Every character carries their own story, their own pain, and their own reason to keep going. Amid the chaos and bloodshed, unexpected bonds begin to form. In a world falling apart, even the smallest moments of love and hope shine brighter than ever. When trust is fragile and death is always one step away… How far will they go to survive?

Ryo Kenzaki was good at being invisible. Just another high schooler, keeping his head down and waiting for each day to end. Then a star fell from the sky. When Ryo pulls a dying woman from the crater it leaves behind, he learns the world he knows is already breaking. Beyond it lies the Hunting Realm—a place where monsters are born from fallen Hunters, and something is beginning to push through. Hunted by a creature he cannot understand, Ryo is dragged to a sanctuary between worlds and forced into a choice that was never really his: take up a Kizugami, a living blade forged from wounds, or die before dawn. But the blade doesn’t obey. It judges. As the weapon begins to search his soul, Ryo is pulled into a war he never asked to join—one shadowed by an impossible Eye in the sky, a relentless Kaimon on his trail, and an ending that may already have been decided. Ryo never wanted to be a Hunter. But if becoming one is the only way to protect what remains, he’ll have to answer a far more dangerous question: When the world strips everything from him, can he still stand as himself once more? Character Art by @_iamskiddy

[A depressed boy clings to a game and its doomed action protagonist for his life until the game's world becomes reality and he embarks a determined journey to change protagonist's ending that the boy strongly rejects.] Johann had already given up on reality long before it began to collapse. The only thing that kept him going was a game, The Mayhem, and its silent, unstoppable protagonist: the Hellraider. Then the game became real. Monsters, death, and destruction—everything unfolded exactly as he remembered. But Johann didn’t enter this world to survive. He came for one reason: to follow Hellraider… and change the ending that should have never happened. Yet the more he walks that path, the more the world begins to break away from what he knows. Events shift. Truths contradict. And the figure he once believed he understood refuses to be defined by anything, not even the story itself. In a world where even fate is unstable, Johann continues forward, even when he no longer knows what he is chasing. *The entire story is completed. New chapter will be published regularly.*

In the aftermath of apocalyptic event, a man rises above the others to lead an era. With threat beyond the stars, as Supreme Beings of otherworldly star system watches over as Destiny and Fate work their way, an era of Gods descended upon Earth And in his rise, lies a terrifying secret. Read how he rises above it all, through all the complicated love life, his determination to push through his own fate and destiny and the Will that pushes him forward. With all of this, could the Fate that was written be overturned? And will he truly rise to the top and survive? A great battle for the fate of the Universe began. This is the story of Lord Shadow.

They called the Abyss a place where even gods disappeared. Across kingdoms and ruined lands, hunters chase whispers of an unknown existence tied to vanishings, distortions, and something darker than death itself. Meanwhile, a silent traveler walks alone through the world with no memory of who he truly is. He does not know why animals avoid him. Why the forest grows quiet around him. Why people feel something wrong before he even speaks. And he does not know the most terrifying truth of all— The being the world fears may already be walking among them. As strange forces begin noticing his existence, reality itself starts reacting in ways it cannot explain. Hunters close in. Ancient powers awaken. And somewhere beyond the edges of the known world, something waits for him to remember. But the human body he walks in is only a vessel. And if what sleeps inside it fully awakens— the world may not survive it. Nihilfire Reborn: God on a Vessel — A dark atmospheric fantasy about identity, restrained destruction, and a presence the world was never meant to contain.

Synopsis – Fated Moon In an age where power dictated destiny and kings believed the world bent to their will, one woman stood as an exception. A queen of unmatched beauty and formidable intellect, her presence alone silenced courts and stirred nations. Desired by emperors, warlords, and rulers who were never denied, she defied them all—choosing not the most powerful, but the one her heart recognized: King Toran Volkov of Highcrest. That choice became a spark in a world built on pride and hierarchy. Her rejection of men who commanded empires ignited a quiet but dangerous storm—one fueled by wounded egos, envy, and a thirst for dominance. Years later, that storm broke. Betrayal rose from within, alliances formed in shadows, and a ruthless rebellion swept through Highcrest. The royal family was marked for extinction. The king and queen fell. But their legacy did not. In her final act of defiance against fate, the queen ensured her children would live. Her infant daughter, Roseline, only four months old, was sent away under the cover of chaos—left at the borders of Armathia, a kingdom once bound to them by trust. Her son, Louis, was taken far from the palace by loyal guards, armed not with comfort, but with truth: the names of traitors, the kingdoms that conspired, and the burden of reclaiming what was stolen. Fate, however, had not finished its design. In Armathia, the grieving queen—too late to save her fallen allies—stumbled upon a cruel twist of chance: in order to redeem herself of guilt and inability to save her friend, she took the child, not knowing the child is her friend's child. To her, she's just a helpless baby abandoned to die, her identity marked only by a name—Roseline on her neck. Moved by instinct and sorrow, she took the child into the palace, raising her as her own alongside her son, Prince Kingston. Years passed, and Roseline grew into a woman who mirrored the very queen the world once revered—graceful, enigmatic, and impossibly captivating. Veiled from the world, her beauty became legend rather than sight. But destiny stirred once more when Kingston, now a young man, found his heart drawn to the girl he had once called sister. Yet beyond palace walls, another story unfolded. Louis did not grow in peace—he was forged in loss, hardened by exile, and driven by a singular purpose: vengeance and restoration. Unlike his father, he would not fall to betrayal. Unlike his mother, he would not underestimate the cruelty of power. When he finally emerged, he did so not as a prince seeking a throne—but as a force that would seize it. And he did—ruthlessly. With calculated precision and overwhelming strength, Louis dismantled the very system that destroyed his family, reclaiming Highcrest in a storm of blood and reckoning. But victory brought no peace—only a deeper longing. His sister, the last piece of his family, was still lost to him. For years, he searched relentlessly across kingdoms and borders, chasing whispers, rumors, and fading traces—yet she remained beyond his reach. Until fate intervened once more. An invitation arrived. A royal union in Armathia—the marriage of Crown Prince Alexander. What should have been a distant political formality became something far more significant. There was something about it—something that stirred instinct, memory… certainty. A bride hidden behind elegance and mystery. A presence the world spoke of in hushed admiration. And Louis knew. The sister he had searched for all those years… was waiting at the end of that invitation. But the past was repeating itself. The same forces of power and entitlement that once destroyed his parents now circled once again—this time around Roseline. Powerful men, blinded by desire and control, sought to claim her, to bend her fate as they had tried before. But this time… history would not repeat itself. Standing between Roseline and the fate that destroyed their parents, Louis became her shield—unyielding, relentless, and feared.