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My Father's Last Transmission Led Me to Hell

WHAT IF EVERYONE AROUND YOU COULD BE SYNTHETIC—AND YOU HAD NO WAY TO TELL? I decoded my father's final transmission. I wish I hadn't. Synthetic humans are real. An AI facility beneath Colorado is producing perfect infiltrators. They've been placed across the wasteland for years. Anyone could be one. Your commanding officer. Your best friend. The person sleeping in the bunk next to you. My father—Ranger Marcus Chen—discovered this fifteen years ago. He tried to expose it. They killed him. His final transmission was corrupted, classified, buried. The one part that mattered—how to identify synths—was destroyed. Now I'm being deployed to the same place that killed him. With no way to tell who's human. I'm Kai Chen. Here's what I have: - A gift for languages (fluent in six, learning languages in days instead of months) - Rapid learning ability (I acquire skills 5-10x faster than normal) - Trust issues (everyone is a potential threat) - My father's encrypted letters (still can't fully decode them) - A burning need for answers (and maybe revenge) Here's what I'm facing: - Brutal Ranger training designed to break me - A conspiracy that goes to the top of command - Synthetic infiltrators who might already be in the Citadel - A mission to Colorado that's obviously a trap - The frozen wasteland that took my father's life Here's what I know: - The Patriarch is inviting Rangers to Colorado for a reason - People who investigate the synth conspiracy end up dead - I'm walking the same path that killed my father - Some truths are more dangerous than the lies that cover them My father's last words: "Tell Kai I'm sorry." I'm not sorry. I'm finishing what he started. Even if it kills me too. ---
DeepanshuSetia · 3.9k Views

Reincarnated as the last ice demon

Reincarnated as the Last Ice Demon is a slow-burn, brutal dark fantasy about survival, logic, and the cost of permanence in a universe built to consume itself. Once a man who lived by calculation rather than faith or heroism, the protagonist dies forgotten on a rain-soaked scaffold—only to awaken in Hell as something that should not exist. A lesser demon, weak, hunted, and surrounded by endless hunger. Worse still, he is cold in a realm ruled by fire. Ice demons were erased long ago. Not defeated—removed. Their existence disrupted Hell’s endless cycle of consumption, and so they were sealed out of history. His rebirth is not destiny or prophecy, but a flaw in reality itself. This is not a story of redemption. It is the story of optimization. Driven by pure logic, the protagonist does whatever increases his chance of survival, power, and control—no matter the cost. Mercy is inefficient. Emotion is noise. Every choice leaves a mark on his body, his mind, and the world around him as ice spreads where it should not, freezing heat, halting decay, and drawing attention from forces far greater than him. Hell is only the beginning. As realms beyond Hell are revealed—mortal worlds, preserved domains where time barely moves, and spaces between systems—the cold begins to shape more than battles. It shapes territory. Faith. Kingdoms. Wars that never escalate because they never get the chance. Told through multiple points of view, Reincarnated as the Last Ice Demon blends visceral body horror, deep lore, and psychological descent into a long-form epic where power is earned through irreversible change, and the greatest threat is not destruction—but stillness. Fire consumes. Ice decides what is allowed to remain.
Bigfrojax · 598 Views

The Broken Seals

In the kingdom of Aurelion, magic is not a gift—it is a discipline. Those who master it attend Crownspire Academy, where nobles train to protect the realm and a handful of commoners are admitted under constant scrutiny. Sorel Pax is one of them. A commoner with no lineage, no patron, and no tolerance for noble cruelty, they struggle to survive in an academy built to remind them they do not belong. Magic at Crownspire is taught as law: precise, controlled, limited. Push too far, and the body overburns. Break the rules, and you disappear. But as attacks shake the kingdom beyond the academy’s walls, rumors spread of a shadowy group known as the Reverent Ash—terrorists who believe magic was never meant to have limits. They claim the ancient gods were not destroyed, only buried, and that the Crown has been lying about the true nature of magic for centuries. When forbidden knowledge surfaces beneath the academy itself, Sorel begins to realize the rules they’ve been taught are incomplete—and possibly deliberate. The terrorists may be wrong about the gods, but they are right about one thing: the kingdom’s greatest weapon is also its greatest lie. Caught between a system that fears change and a movement willing to burn the world for truth, Sorel must decide how far they are willing to push reality—and what they’re willing to lose when it pushes back. Because magic always resists. And the world is closer to breaking than anyone admits.
MountR6 · 4.1k 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 · 282.3k Views