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The Shadow of Immortality

The feeling was fleeting, sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where his past should have been. A beautiful face he once loved… now mere grains of sand slipping through Clark's fingers. All that remained for him now was his name: Clark. This forgetting was incredibly potent. Clark felt an intense headache in every pore of his head. He began to see his surroundings. He was wearing rusty metal armor. When he looked ahead, he saw a strange man. He was calm, holding a nearly empty bottle of liquor. This man had lit a fire and was sitting beside it. Next to him was a rotting, dead corpse. The stench of blood was piercing, revolting to Clark's senses. Clark was tense, his hand on the sword beside him. He didn't understand why, but it was the survival instinct within him. The man looked at Clark. His voice was unsettlingly calm. • "Don't trouble yourself reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him, I found him like this with an empty bottle." Clark ignored the dizziness and sat beside the man, his hand still on the hilt. Clark's voice sounded as if his vocal cords were frayed from hunger. • "Who are you? What is this place?" • "My name is Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only breathing thing. So I dragged you here." I was hoping you had answers. About me. About any of this." Clark's expression froze. He hadn't comprehended that he had amnesia. "What do you mean 'about you'?" Jin replied with a helpless smile. "I don't know. I've lost… everything. All that's left for me is instinct. The need to survive. That's all." Enjoy reading it!
diodaa · 202.7k Views

Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes

Ghost portals opened all across the world, and getting possessed seemed as common as catching a fever. As such, humanity was forced to live in safe zones that were steadily shrinking day by day. Yet to Lana, nothing was new. She was reborn on the day when the true daughter of the Almond family returned. She watched as Brenda, her murderer from the past life, was pampered by the Almond siblings. “Lana, you should know your place and leave.” Eldest Young Almond ordered with glacial disdain. “A wretch like you never belonged to the Almond Family. Pitiful mutt.” Second Young Master Almond chuckled, his venom-laced words resounding, “And if possible, stop comparing yourself to Brenda. She is a rare awakened Dream Warden, while you... sigh. Marry a beggar, and that would be the grandest achievement in your life.” “I always wondered why a dim-witted person like her ended up as our sister. Sigh... I am concerned that she might perish after being possessed by a roadside ghost.” The Third Young Master derided. For safety and peace, Lana left the Almond family and forged her own empire. Trash? She became a supreme Talisman Practitioner! Marry a beggar? The wealthy heirs in Brookvale lined up to wed her! Die in the hands of a roadside ghost? The specters in the ghost zones trembled upon hearing her name! Poor mutt? Heh! Her business empire earned her billions of dollars every single month! Even her past life’s moonlight was shamelessly flirting with her! Lana never thought that her past life's misery was orchestrated by a schemer, neither she thought that her luck was stolen away by the docile lovable daughter of the Almond family. In this life, she vowed to live a thriving life and protect her luck. She fought off ghosts haunting her world while fighting the mysterious forces. .......................................................................................... Extract “Mister, I feel a connection with you. Would you like to adopt me?” Lana fluttered her eyelashes while gazing at the handsome young man with lustrous black hair. Yet what intoxicated her the most was the radiant purple and gold aura around her past life’s moonlight! So delicious! She longed to devour him whole! “No.” His deep voice reverberated in Lana’s heart, making her freeze for a second. ‘Ah... sure enough... an untouchable flower like him... is out of my league!’ “However... I do need a silver cat.” His words were laced with ambiguity as he stared at her intently, “Especially the dauntless one that loves to sneak into my bed at night and claw my admirers.” Lana •silver cat•: “...” Ugh... no, it’s not me .....................................................................................
LittleRabbit1111 · 520.1k Views

Take And Draw

No one announces the lottery. No one advertises the prize. And no one ever explains the costs. Raka Aditya lives an ordinary life—unremarkable, quiet, and carefully planned. He is a content creator, routines that keep him grounded, and a future he assumes will unfold slowly, one year at a time. Until people around him begin to die without reason. Healthy people collapse in kitchens. Friends disappear overnight. Strangers lose decades of their lives in an instant. There are no patterns, no warnings—only the unbearable feeling that something invisible is taking time away… and giving it to someone else. When Evan is approached by a Broker, he is not offered money, power, or survival. He is offered knowledge. A chance to see what others cannot. A contract that appears on his skin the moment he agrees—binding him to a system that has existed longer than memory. The Draw. A cycle where time is transferred, not created. A system that chooses one recipient and grants them years of life—taken evenly from others. A game where no participant is allowed to speak its name. At first, Evan is only an observer. Then a witness. And finally, a Curator. As a Curator, he can see the remaining lifespan of every human being, a number no one else is meant to know. But the rules are absolute: he cannot reveal the system, cannot reveal himself, and cannot interfere. Every violation is paid for in death. With each cycle, Evan watches people lose time they never agreed to give. He watches winners live longer without knowing why. He watches families mourn deaths with no medical explanation. And slowly, he begins to understand the cruel truth of the system: Luck does not save you. Silence keeps it alive. And every choice, whether made or not still costs time. Take And Draw is a dark, philosophical thriller about fate, consequence, and the quiet horror of a world where life can be taken without warning, and where the most dangerous role is not being a participant, but a witness who must never speak.
49_thaha_ismail · 318 Views