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The One Who Never Meant To Rise

Blue light exploded as Eira swung first, his sword colliding with the woman's burning spear with a force that tore the air apart. Mana crashed outward in violent waves, ripping sound from the world as fire and frost devoured each other. He twisted his wrist mid-swing, dragging the blade down her weapon and forcing her back, ice crawling across the spear before shattering under a surge of black-red flames. She laughed. "You're late," she said, spinning and driving her spear toward his chest. Eira barely deflected. The impact hurled him through the sky, his body twisting as he fought to regain control. He stopped himself with a burst of cold, boots skidding against invisible air, sword humming violently in his hands. Only then did the world reveal itself. Endless white stretched beneath them, cracked and broken by war. Bodies lay scattered across the frozen land—men and women with silver hair, armor torn, weapons buried deep into ice. Some moved. Some didn't. The ground itself bore scars of mana so deep they still glowed faintly. A pressure rolled outward from Eira as he steadied himself. Far away, people collapsed without being touched. Knees buckled. Breath failed. Even standing became impossible under the weight of his presence. The woman floated calmly across from him, fire and shadow wrapping around her form. Her spear burned red, veins of black mana pulsing like a living thing. Flames spiraled outward from her body, erasing frost, stone, and anything else that dared exist too close. Below them, a young woman stood shaking, blood running down her arm as she held up a glowing shield. She was wounded badly, yet she didn't step back. She shielded the fallen behind her with everything she had left. Eira saw her. His jaw clenched. "Still distracted," the woman said, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield. "That hasn't changed." She raised her spear and slammed it downward. Fire crashed toward him like a collapsing sun. Eira answered by lifting his sword, blue light roaring outward as the flames split apart around him. The shockwave tore across the land, ice forming and breaking in the same breath. The sky broke. They moved again. Sword and spear collided midair, faster than sight, each strike releasing violent surges of mana that warped the world itself. Blizzards swallowed firestorms. Flames evaporated ice. Mountains formed and shattered in seconds. "You're weaker," she said, twisting her spear and driving him back through a wall of frozen air. "Did dying once finally dull you?" Eira staggered, blood spilling from his mouth as he caught himself. His sword shook, not from fear, but restraint. "I won't lose again," he said. Her eyes narrowed. "This ends now, Eira."
ash_0194 · 8.6k Views

The Cube Queen's Apocalypse Feast

#NoCP #PlayingPig (This novel is one of my favorites. I’ve gone back and reread it about 5–6 times now.) Jing Shu has seen the end of the world, and it’s literally a storm of epic proportions, and she’s been given the ultimate do-over: a ten-year rewind. Thrown back in time to just two months before everything goes to hell, she has one mission: to make her apocalypse as comfortable as possible. Forget just surviving. While others are scrambling for canned beans, Jing Shu is building a fortified sanctuary, raising soon-to-be-extinct poultry for gourmet meals, and cultivating a garden of forgotten veggies. Armed with a mysterious evolving cube that grants her a private pocket dimension and a magical spirit spring water, she’s set to ride out the disaster in style. But what’s the point of living like a queen if you can’t enjoy a little revenge? The apocalypse is about to get a serious upgrade in style, and Jing Shu can’t wait for her enemies to see what they’re missing. Let them hear the sizzle of her steak and smell the aroma of her barbecue. Their despair is just the seasoning she needs. In a world where humanity itself is changing, mutating into powerful "New Humans" fused with the chaos, Jing Shu is ready to evolve right along with them. She’s got her cube, her spring, and a plan. The storm is coming, and she has a front-row seat. === English Original Title:《I'm planting a field in the end times》 (Note: Title adapted for tone and readability while preserving the story’s core themes.) Status: Completed
Reiya_Alberich · 479.3k Views

Plunder Frontier: Raid the Multiverse for the Jellyfish Civilization

Caught in a sudden interdimensional cataclysm, he was once a mere speck of dust trapped between two invading alien forces. But after death, he was reborn as a Pioneer for the "Jellyfish Civilization." From that moment, an endless mission of cross-world plunder began. Upon awakening, he finds himself in a grotesque space of living flesh, facing the commands of the Jellyfish—a silicon-based civilization. Forced to traverse dimensional rifts, he must raid parallel worlds to harvest rare resources and biological samples as tributes to sustain his masters. His journey of predation begins: The First Mission: After a desperate struggle and immense sacrifice, he secures the genetic blueprints of Werewolves—only to discover that the very war that claimed his life was orchestrated by the Jellyfish all along. The Second World: Sent to a modern realm inhabited by the Loch Ness Monster, the mission ends in a bloodbath. However, they secure the creature's eggs and remains, granting him powerful mutated gear forged through Jellyfish bio-engineering. Through deception and battlefield merit, his authority begins to rise. The Third Rite: A world where the ancient Shang Dynasty fuses with demonic foxes... Through these brutal raids, he evolves from a survivor running for his life into a commander who manipulates the battlefield. After countless missions, he discovers a flaw in the Jellyfish control system—a chance to escape, or even dismantle the entire Pioneer Project. It is a turning point to reclaim his fate, but also a trial that leads into the abyss. Ultimately, he forsakes the chance to flee. No longer a slave forced into action, he chooses to remain—becoming the core of a cataclysm that devours entire worlds. He no longer struggles between humanity and survival. Instead, he reaches out to seize, control, and harvest. From a mere mouthpiece of the Jellyfish, he has become the Great Devourer of the Frontier. Erosion is no longer just his mission—it is his essence.
JellyfishLin · 360 Views