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ENTER REALITY: HeroDude Kage

It all started like a regular day. The sun was shining, The flowers were blooming, Kids were playing, Adults were gambling. Nothing new. It was the same day as always…..Until that happened. The weather didn’t just change — it shut off. Like someone flicked the lights of the world. And then the sky cracked open……Beams of pure gold came crashing down as if the gods themselves were firing at us. One by one, each beam found a target. Not random. Not accidental. It was like they were chosen by the attack. People screamed, ran, grabbed their kids, covered their loved ones. Police, firefighters, even government forces mobilized, but none of them could stop it. Not even the “heroes” of the normal world could change fate. And yet… the people struck by the beams did not die. Some felt nothing. Some felt better. Some of them even felt great. The day went on like nothing happened. But everything was already turning. Because those same people — they became hungry. But not hungry for food…the where hungry for power. Their desires rotted, then took over. Productivity shot up. Job rates soared. People were “locked in,” working harder, moving faster, striving for something they couldn’t name. But even that wasn’t enough. These people…They wanted more……They craved more….And then… they gained abilities. As if they were chosen heroes straight out of a comic book — only they weren’t heroes at all. They used their powers to rob, to steal, to manipulate. They rampaged, doing anything and everything to satisfy the hunger inside them. But once again, not even that was enough…Until the sky spoke. A voice rang from above — ancient, powerful, cruel: “People of this reality… You have been chosen as my toys.” “You hunger for more than reality can give you. I can give you what you want. But you must earn it.” “Fight each other. To the end. Become stronger than the myths of your own fantasies. When only one remains, that survivor will control reality itself.” And that was all it took. Chaos ruled. Battles raged for weeks. Lives were tossed aside like trash. Innocent blood soaked the streets. And those who survived… They became known as Reality Sorcerers. The rampage eventually slowed, but never stopped. They were still out there — fighting, destroying, devouring anything that got in their way. People prayed to every god they knew. Will this end? Will peace ever return? Is there anyone… anyone at all… coming to save us? Well… Maybe there is
NTJNovels · 16k Views

Blood Between Banners

Altherea was once a vast and unified empire, stretching across regions and continents, home to countless cultures and peoples. Within its borders lived those who studied magic and those who pursued the laws of the universe, all coexisting under a single banner. That age, however, has long since faded into history. In its ruins now stand two rival powers: Velarith, the empire of mages, devoted to magic and arcane supremacy, and Astrixion, the empire of Weapon Masters, driven by science, strategy, and martial strength. Once siblings beneath the same empire, the two nations are now locked in an endless and bitter war. Yet amid the bloodshed and hatred, fate brings together two individuals destined to alter the course of history. One is Liora Ruach, a Velarian girl born from the once-glorious Ruach family, direct descendants of Velarith’s founding empress, now a name burdened with disgrace and suspicion. The other is an Astrixian orphan Caelum Blackmoor, a boy shaped by the battlefield, who has lost everything to the war yet continues to move forward in silence. From opposite sides of a divided world, their meeting marks the beginning of a story that will challenge empires, unravel long-buried truths, and decide whether Altherea’s legacy ends in destruction—or reconciliation. Authors Note: Halooo this novel is something that has been under work for a year and is also my very first novel. The novel’s general story has already been written from start to finish but finer details have yet to be completed to accommodate any new ideas and also any comments/suggestions that you viewers might have. This is a spin on the normal genre of romeo and juliet romance which has become repetitive and boring, hence this novel is supposed to be similar to a typical and average love novel at least at first…. But besides that this novel will have a weekly post of 1 episode. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy
Thewatermelon · 3.4k Views

Raid: The Blacksmith

"Okay, so first off, my Innate Mana is incredibly low. Way too low to even be classified as a bona fide Warrior. Haha, totally funny God!! If you're even there anyway! Second, I spent three years, three whole years! Training to increase my Overall Mana through Accumulated Mana, but guess what? All I get as a result is a measly tenth of the Mana of what an average Warrior would normally get, emphasis on the 'average'! Get me!? But that's cool, that's cool, no that's fine, that's perfect, real peachy, totally not bumbed out about it! What? I'm lying and it's not fine? And I'm actually bumbed out about it? Sh-Shut up, you don't know anything! Anyway, what's third, you ask? What? You didn't ask? Well I'll tell you anyway, I'm an F-Rank, that's right, an F-Rank. The only one in the world at that. So basically, I'm the weakest Warrior in existence. Ain't that something? But you know what? That's also fine, 'cause I don't care... No really I don't. It's true, stop doubting me already, I can see your face through the fourth-wall! Yeah, that's right, better watch yourself. So what if I'm the weakest Warrior, huh? I'm still capable, I just have to do my best, push passed my limits! Yeah, 'make do with what you have' is what I always say. What? I'm lying again? When have I ever said that? Again, shut up, you don't know anything!" *** In a world where monsters from many portals called Dungeon Gates threaten mankind as we know it and half of the world's population Awakens as superhumans with skills and the ability to manipulate Magic in order to pass through said Dungeon Gates to clear the Dungeons, Raid, a 19-year old orphan finds he has no choice but to pick a very weak Class after Awakening as a Warrior due to his low Mana Capacity, the only F-Rank Class in the entire world, Blacksmith. Faced with the cruelty of the possibility of being seen as the weakest Warrior of all time, he decides to not let it hold him back. Follow Raid on his journey to make the most of the cards he's been dealt, even if those cards are...urgh, do I really have to say it? "Yes, yes, you do" Fine. Even if those cards are...pretty shitty cards. "Yeah, that's right, you heard the author. Even as the weakest Warrior, I'll show all those other High-Ranked Warriors what's what! Tag along for some fun if you're interested"
YoungArchitect · 22.7k Views

ASTASHICA: The Rise of Tlandar

ASTASHICA: THE RISE OF TLANDAR Sci-Fantasy · Epic · Ancient Machines · Planetary Consciousness Astashica is not a dead world. Known to outsiders as Planet Ross 128 b, it appears desolate from orbit—storm-scarred land, scattered ruins, and silence. In ancient Xothek star maps it was cataloged as Leonia Prime, a world believed dormant and uninhabited. This belief was wrong. Long before recorded history, Astashica was shaped by an elder civilization known as the Ancient Acherons. They were architects, not conquerors. To inhabit and steward the planet, they created the Ancient Acheron Constructs—towering, thirty-foot-tall humanoid machines, intelligent and autonomous, designed to live as the planet’s people. Billions once walked the surface. Then a catastrophic plague struck the Acherons. Unable to save themselves, they deactivated the Constructs and withdrew into vast underground caverns and hidden temples. There, only a few hundred survivors remain, preserved in advanced suspension vats filled with a life-prolonging substance—their final creation. The surface was not destroyed, only placed into long-term dormancy. Monumental Xhalaks, ancient planetary regulators scattered across the world, remained barely active, silently maintaining the atmosphere and keeping Astashica alive. The planet waited. Centuries later, the Xothek Galaxy collapsed into civil war. Long before its final destruction, Chieftain Cosmus secretly orchestrated the hijacking of a colossal warship—the SV Defiance Vanguard—as a contingency for total collapse. The Vanguard carried more than refugees: ancient books and knowledge, servant humanoid robots, Temsek slaves (biologically pure humans), food, seeds, vast Xothek technologies, and the last remaining reserves of Kuprix—a substance that exists nowhere else in the universe. If Kuprix is depleted, Asemeri civilization ends. The ship plunged into a collapsing wormhole. The transit would last twelve days. On the fifth day, the Asemeri Overlords Council convened inside the Vanguard’s navigation chamber. Drawing on known Milky Way star maps, Chieftain Val’katl proposed landing on Ross 128 b. Salgar agreed first, followed by Meiannia, Uxnall, Ixtiel, and Gorak. Cosmus refused to vote, arguing instead to extend the journey toward Earth—Oasis. When the others consented, Cosmus stood apart. Seven days later, the Vanguard emerged above Astashica. Its landing on the northern continent carved massive crater scars into the land as the ship’s energy barrier met the surface. The Asemeri embedded the sentient AI grid XENOVIS beneath the planet, rationed their irreplaceable Kuprix, and carved vast underground dominions—unaware that their presence disturbed ancient planetary systems never meant to awaken. Dormant signals stirred. Buried thresholds resumed evaluation. The Ancient Acheron Constructs began to rise. Generations later, Tlandar Varn, a quiet cattle herder from the subterranean village of Verdantis Nexus, loses everything when marauders destroy his home. In the ruins of his life, Astashica responds. Chosen by the Spirit of Astashica, a planetary consciousness intertwined with ancient systems, Tlandar is drawn into a war spanning civilizations, machines, and memory itself. Guided by Akashma Xil’ha, he discovers his blood carries a rare Asemeri resonance—allowing him to interface with Kuprix-based systems without domination. Where others command machines, Tlandar listens. As Cosmus prepares to unleash the last Azurevat weapons and claim absolute dominion—consuming what little Kuprix remains—Astashica stands on the brink of annihilation. Tlandar does not seek conquest. He seeks integration—strength guided by compassion, technology tempered by spirit, and a future chosen by the world itself. ASTASHICA: The Rise of Tlandar is a sci-fantasy epic of awakening worlds, ancient intelligences, and one unlikely protector at the center of a war where even survival has a final cost.
VLD_9 · 2.3k Views