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Avatar: Legends

ANG UNANG AVATAR Synopsis Sa isang mundong nahahati sa apat na sinaunang kaharian—Aerwyn, tagapangalaga ng hangin; Pyrrha, tagapamahala ng apoy; Nerith, tagapagtanggol ng tubig; at Terravelle, tagapangalaga ng lupa—bawat tao ay ipinapanganak na may kakayahang kumontrol ng isang elemento lamang. Ngunit si Aira, isang ordinaryong dalagitang lumaki sa tahimik na nayon ng Lumen, ay natuklasang iba siya sa lahat. Sa isang misteryosong pangyayari, nagawa niyang kontrolin ang apat na elemento—isang kakayahang hindi pa kailanman nakita sa kasaysayan. Sa kanyang paglalakbay, malalaman ni Aira ang isang katotohanang magbabago sa buong mundo: siya ang unang Avatar. Hindi siya nagmula sa isang sinaunang linya ng mga Avatar, sapagkat wala pang nauna sa kanya. Siya ang pinakaunang taong pinagkalooban ng kakayahang pag-isahin ang apat na elemental na puwersa. Ngunit kasabay ng kanyang paggising ay ang pag-usbong ng isang matandang banta. Ang mga kaharian ay muling nagkakawatak-watak, lumilitaw ang mga mahiwagang nilalang, at isang lihim na organisasyon ang naghahangad na puksain ang Avatar bago pa niya matuklasan ang tunay na pinagmulan ng kanyang kapangyarihan. Kasama ang mga bagong kaibigan at gabay na makikilala niya sa kanyang paglalakbay, kailangang matutunan ni Aira hindi lamang kung paano gamitin ang apat na elemento, kundi kung paano pag-isahin ang mga taong matagal nang magkakahiwalay. Ngunit habang mas lumalalim ang kanyang paglalakbay, matutuklasan niyang ang pagiging Avatar ay hindi lamang tungkol sa kapangyarihan. Si Aira ang simula ng isang bagong panahon. At kung mabigo siya, maaaring wala nang susunod na Avatar na magliligtas sa mundo.
Migsent · 66.9k Views

CARD SOVEREIGN: Infinite Battle Cards

“Everyone, go all out! We can kill him if we combine all our power!” The Rank 12 General roared at the billion warriors gathered behind him, their target a single young man standing alone amidst the battlefield. “Power Surge! Fury Rise!” The world trembled. Billions of attacks erupted simultaneously, each carrying enough destructive power to annihilate cities and shatter mountains. They converged upon the young man with dark raven hair and golden eyes, swallowing his figure beneath an overwhelming storm of destruction. Yet... He didn't even blink. Carl calmly reached into his deck of cards and drew a single card. The Death Card. His golden eyes glowed with a calm yet overwhelming brilliance as he slowly raised one hand toward the incoming attacks and the billion warriors behind them. Then he spoke a single sentence. “Be gone.” The next moment... The world responded. Every attack vanished. The billion warriors disappeared without leaving behind even a speck of dust. Carl lowered his hand and calmly surveyed the empty battlefield before letting out a disappointed sigh. “Another weak army...” If the heavens truly wanted him dead, they should at least send everything they had. Maybe then... He would finally be forced to fight. --- Carl was once nothing more than a slum boy with no memories of who he was or where he came from. In a world ruled by powerful Awakened, advanced technology, dangerous dungeons, and beings capable of destroying entire cities with their strength, Carl understood one simple truth... Strength was the only guarantee of survival. He didn't dream of becoming a hero. He had no grand ambition to defy the heavens. He simply wanted to become strong enough that no one could ever decide whether he lived or died. But as a child born in the slums, opportunities were scarce. Becoming an Awakened seemed like nothing more than an impossible dream... Until fate finally noticed him. A mysterious half-Awakened took an interest in Carl and introduced him to a dungeon raid. It should have been the beginning of his journey. Instead, it became a death sentence. Betrayed by the very people who brought him into the dungeon, Carl was thrown into the abyss and left to die. But fate had made one mistake. Carl didn't die. Instead, at the bottom of the abyss, something ancient awakened within him. An unknown legacy. A legacy that granted him the SUPREME BATTLE CARD DECK. A deck containing cards so terrifying that each one possessed the power to rewrite the course of history. From the moment Carl obtained the deck, his destiny changed completely. Rising from the abyss, he began his journey from the lowest point of society toward the absolute pinnacle of existence. With limitless potential to grow stronger and a battle card deck that defied every known law of common sense, Carl would never again allow himself to be betrayed, discarded, or treated as someone disposable. Those who had thrown him away would eventually regret it. Those who stood above him would eventually look up. And those who sought to erase him... Would learn exactly how terrifying the Supreme Battle Card Deck could be. But an ancient legacy of such overwhelming power could never remain unnoticed. Soon, the world would come for Carl. Then the strongest beings in the universe. Then the heavens themselves. They would scheme against him. Hunt him. Try to kill him before he could grow any further. Carl's response? Let them try. If the world wants a fight... Let them come. If the universe wants to erase him... Then give it everything it has. Because the Card Sovereign would never kneel to the heavens. He would never become someone's pawn. And he would never allow himself to be discarded again. After all... As long as one card remains unplayed, the game is not over.
Millybee · 6.1k Views

SCP Foundation: The Sickly Girl Who Controls S-Class Witches

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."
Solyura34 · 793.5k Views