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Bhairava, a 22 year old college student with ambition of becoming a journalist. He also practices lucid dreaming, a skill where a person can control their dreams and succeeds after so much effort. But one night in lucid dream, something strange happens. Bhairava loses control and sees unusual things that feel very real. From then, his dreams begin to show him the near future and the same events happen exactly the next day in real life. At first, Bhairava thinks he can use this power to stop tragedies. But the outcome becomes even more tragic. Bhairava feels trapped in a mystery. He does not know if this power is a blessing or a curse. He can’t even understand Why is this happening? With this strange gift of foresight, Bhairava must decide what to do. Should he use it to help people, uncover truths, and become the journalist? Or should he hide it, live in fear and let the visions control his life? Bhairava’s journey becomes a struggle between destiny and choice. In search of answers, he must face the mystery of his dreams and uncover the truth behind everything. But the question is: Will he uncovering hidden realities or surrender to the nightmare?

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is built closer to a novel than a webnovel: each chapter accumulates, each arc tightens, and the end of every Volume is the destination of everything that came before it. The structure rewards patience. Tension builds and does not release until it is meant to. The ambition is simple to say and hard to earn: one day, a place among the works that defined what this genre can be. Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, ORV, Shadow Slave. I cannot promise we get there. I can promise I will give everything trying.

They called the Abyss a place where even gods disappeared. Across kingdoms and ruined lands, hunters chase whispers of an unknown existence tied to vanishings, distortions, and something darker than death itself. Meanwhile, a silent traveler walks alone through the world with no memory of who he truly is. He does not know why animals avoid him. Why the forest grows quiet around him. Why people feel something wrong before he even speaks. And he does not know the most terrifying truth of all— The being the world fears may already be walking among them. As strange forces begin noticing his existence, reality itself starts reacting in ways it cannot explain. Hunters close in. Ancient powers awaken. And somewhere beyond the edges of the known world, something waits for him to remember. But the human body he walks in is only a vessel. And if what sleeps inside it fully awakens— the world may not survive it. Nihilfire Reborn: God on a Vessel — A dark atmospheric fantasy about identity, restrained destruction, and a presence the world was never meant to contain.

In the world of Ardan, war persisted like moth to flame. For reasons unknown, blood spilled upon Ardan calling to something dark and sinister. A realm beyond imagination tore through Ardan, renting the very fabric of space, whilst unleashing harrowing monsters and horrors. As a result, the overseers of that unknown realm---witnessing the collision between realms, allowed mana to seep through into Ardan. Those who survived its touch were granted gifts, or curses---perhaps even both. Two centuries after what humanity came to call the Great Reckoning, a cursed child was born. Through sacrifice and blood he was given life --- casted into a world that had no place for him, bearing a power no one could understand and very few were willing to accept. His journey is one of hardship and perseverance, driven by a unrelenting desire for strength.

Mankind prospered in the modern age, but one day, everything changed. Mana descended onto the world, making a permanent change to society. Alongside it was also the appearance of monsters invading the world from the sky and from below. Gods pitied mankind and bestowed divine bloodlines, creating superhuman people called the Supernals who can fend off the invaders. But not everyone who became a Supernal is suited for the role. Those people are pariahs that don't belong anywhere, especially when there are quotas for each divine bloodline. In a world where society revolves around those with divine bloodlines, Kai is a Supernal with the lowest talent. He doesn't fit with normal people and is too ordinary to mingle with Supernals. He was ostracized for hogging a slot in a divine legacy, and his only family suffered for it. But Kai isn't weak. It's just that nothing could properly check his bloodline. [Primordial Bloodline awakened] [Patron God: Goddess of the Primordial Night] Now, with the bloodline of the final night inside him, he will bring terror to those who wronged him. However, there's one big problem that he hadn't realized. -- Bonus Chapters will depend on your votes: Power stones, golden tickets, gifts, or even comments and reviews if the mood is great! 100 Power Stones: 1 extra chapter! (Delivered every Monday) 50 Golden Tickets: 1 extra chapter! 100 Golden Tickets: 3 extra chapters! 250 Golden Tickets: 5 extra chapters! (Delivered at the start of a new month) A Castle: 1 extra chapter! A Spacecraft: 3 extra chapters! A Gachapon: 5 extra chapters! -- I do not own the cover of the book; if you made it and want to take it down, just say so, and I will immediately change it.

In this world, there exists a realm beyond human understanding—beyond knowledge itself. Science cannot fully explain the macroscopic universe, nor the microscopic realm. Both are deeply connected to a mysterious world that defies clear explanation. The word God is often used lightly, yet the world where gods truly exist extends far beyond the universe humanity knows. An eternal war between gods and devils has spread across all space and time—parallel worlds, alternate dimensions, and the infinite Omniverse itself—eventually reaching the physical world. Now, that endless conflict is about to enter a new phase. Messiah Christel, an architect known as the “Egg Messiah,” and Maria Priy, his student, share a fragile love. Both were abandoned as children—Messiah by his parents, Maria by the church that once sheltered her. Their quiet world shatters when meteorites fall from space. As cities collapse and disasters erupt across the globe, a girl named Konomi wanders through the chaos. Separated by catastrophe, Messiah begins to awaken a hidden power within himself. But his life becomes the target of ten mysterious psychics, all seeking the “Fruit of the Guilty Man.” They call themselves the Shield of Cocoon—ten superpowered beings who claim they exist to protect him. What follows is a ten-versus-ten battle involving different races, dimensions, and destinies—awakening memories of past lives and weaving together fates that span eternity. This is the beginning of an endless myth.

Arush a failed student. burden on world and family thinking his destiny is to fail in life. as his life changes by lending or by making a choice that will shake his world for ever. makar is mythological being unpredictable while arush resmbele him and sun as his destiny will take him into nothingness

Heroic Songs In Chaos World Author: sampatin Genre: Fantasy, Military, Bureaucracy, Warfare, Dark Themes, Otherworldly This story draws inspiration from history, as narrated through the author's unique perspective. It blends creativity with historical elements, intertwining fact and fiction. While some aspects closely resemble real historical events, others diverge significantly. The characters, locations, relationships, and events are a fusion of reality and imagination. Some may have historical counterparts, while others are entirely fictional. Readers should not consider this novel an official historical chronicle. The world holds countless bitter sorrows But none more bitter than losing freedom. Prologue He devotes himself to love, and sacrifices for righteousness. The downfall of the nation and the people's loss of identity are obsessions for one who forgets grudges, and dedicates himself fully to the people. He dedicates his life to the nation, aspiring for his people, lives for love, and dies for righteousness. A peaceful nation and joyful people are the aspirations of one who regards the nation as everything. He charged into the flames of war like a moth drawn to fire, hazarding his life for freedom. To fight to the death for deliverance was the obligation of one who lived for his loved ones and was willing to die for his family. He repays kindness and avenges grievances. He survives because of hatred, bleeds for love, and fights to the death for vengeance. His lifelong creed is the fixation that blood debts must be repaid in blood. He exists for familial ties and endures humiliation to avenge his family. Blood dyes deep-seated hatred, and his life is devoted to a dream. It is the life of one imprisoned in a cycle of hatred, marching side by side with fixation and yearning to transform a phantasmal vision into reality. He weeps for his family and sheds blood for his loved ones. He vows to live for love and die for righteousness. Blood washes away hatred, and a life dedicated to kinship is the purpose of one who sees family as their sole existence. He is the maker of thrones, the changer of dynasties. A powerful nation, its lands whole and unbroken, its people living in peace, soldiers and subjects united, and a lineage—close-knit and united—lasting for countless generations, imperishable for eternity. Such is the perfect world for those who believe that personal power cannot compare to the prosperity of lineage. He is a pillar of the realm, erasing discord for the land’s sake, quelling internal strife, repelling foreign aggressors, and safeguarding the emperor. With a lifetime of unwavering devotion, he upholds the bond between ruler and subjects. He unites the imperial lineage with commanders and warriors, and fosters harmony between commoners and the martial force to forge an army bonded like fathers and sons. Commanding formidable legions, he vanquishes invading foes, restores the capital, and brings peace and prosperity to the people. He is the one who connects two worlds, governs the throne, and cherishes talent as if it were life itself. With diplomacy that is both firm and flexible, and rigorous yet just internal governance, he dedicates himself to strengthening familial bonds. He alleviates burdens on the populace, and unites all ranks to safeguard the nation's fate. The eternal mountains and rivers, the people living in peace and prosperity, and the succession of enlightened and virtuous rulers—these are the hopes of one who bears the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. The people. The crossroads. Who will endure in pursuit of their dreams until the final moment of this grand saga of farewell and demise in an age of Heroic Songs in the World of Chaos?

Just a imagination of a borard guy, trying make somehow big, for his own. it'll be a prequel to my previous work Maharakshak. if you hadn't read it, you can try. it's ok story. and if you don't know what's written up above, just pretend it's not written, and this is the real Synopsis. " it's a story about a question and a superhero. The question being, does human needs the power or superhero, and superhero being just a normal guy, who does not know what a superhero supposed to mean, for him his powers are just that, a normal. thing, he didn't understand why they are so special." " story will progress in direction of a typical direction of any movie, the only shiny part maybe being the simplicity of it." " the hero is a pure guy, who does don't care about how other's think of him , he has only one goal trough out the story and that's he sticks to till end, believing his heroism nothing more then an accident." " the villain is also a pure guy, but ome who has seen the world and has his edges cleaned by it. you can think him as a guy who knows the answer, but did not want to admit it. he is more human then the hero, who seems little comical and too pure for the world. his only shortcoming being after getting powers he couldn't control it."

The fateful encounter with a truck sent video game developer Wu Xiaoming into a parallel world. He was now the son of a past action star, a child star who failed to accomplish much in his adult career, and a wanderer in the ethereal realm hidden behind the glamorous physical world. And ghost hunting had not only become his career, but also his way to live. Lucky for him, he brought the game he was developing with him - only that right now, HE was the one with the character panel, inventory systems and skills. It’s Haoliwood, the Hollywood in this world, and it’s full of ghosts, baby!

A harsh universe reduces reality to a cruel binary: black and white. It demands sides—deity vs. devil, light vs. darkness, hope vs. despair, and love vs. apathy. An omniverse is an abandoned grave of lost stories, haunted by the lingering specter of a dead author. Einsamer has awakened in a place he was never meant to experience. Living between a godless reality and a story that calls for his deletion from the script of a tyrannical celestial ruler, he must step into an endless mystery—an endless narrative—until he may someday become the author of his own fate. Or maybe he is only a chain of texts: a program of suffering that cycles through life, death, and deletion. This is a story of what happened when a pawn transcended the game itself—when a cliché like “hope” stops being a slogan and becomes something real. However, even hope could become a poison.

"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!" ... Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

Wei Yuan originally had no grand aspirations, but in the torrents of the times, he had no choice but to embark on the path of conquering the four corners and expanding territories, treading through mountain passes without ever growing old. Irreverent Introduction One: Even Immortals fear industrialization! This is a story about an industrial revolution in a fantasy world.

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles. Villagers are fearful of my grandfather. I am fearful of him too. Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me. Even grandfather is afraid of me. ... My name is Chen Shi. The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent. To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth. This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers. What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent? Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.' The Zhou Family Troupe, is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

That day the sun set and never rose again............... Author Spotlight: Chen Dong — WebNovel's legendary titan behind global phenomena like 'Perfect World', 'The Sacred Ruins' and'World of Longevity‘— returns with his most ambitious saga yet. Crowned among the platform's all-time greats, this master of epic worldbuilding has dominated fiction charts for many times, with multiple novels adapted into hit games. When this trailblazer drops a new book, millions brace for sleepless nights.

【Brand New Setting】【Fully Developed System】 When you awoke, you had become an official known as "Minister of Agriculture" in a fantasy game. "Dynasty's Prosperity" version: You diligently cultivated the "Seasonal Order," from "Harmonizing Winds and Rains" to "Summoning the Winds and Commanding the Rains," from "Bountiful Grain Harvests" to "All Things Flourish," commanding the seasons and quietly developing. You achieved minor successes, joined the army on expeditions, and controlled the "Four Books of Agriculture." You froze thousands of miles of great rivers to pave the way for the army. With "Miasma" you slew enemies, "Fog Shadow" obstructed tens of thousands of troops, establishing unparalleled military exploits and rising to the position of Director of Agriculture, secretly seizing the fate of the dynasty, all falling into your hands. "Spiritual Energy Resurgence" version: You nurtured "Mountain Spirits and Wild Creatures": Twin lotus make you invulnerable to both water and fire, the Seven Star Sword cools the light across Nineteen Provinces, Parasitic Species feeding on living beings, Void Species rooting in the void to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth... You established an inner scenic area, cultivated immortal species, with "Grand Taiyi Lotus" replicating en masse! "Ancient Tree of Life" immortal and indestructible! "A true seed falls into the Dantian, can nurture spiritual sprouts for ten thousand years, one day when the cultivation is complete, my life is governed by me, not by the heavens!" "Heart fire shines like the sun, kidney water is the source, spleen stores earth, lungs refine through metal, liver sustains with qi. Using the body as the foundation, nurture original species, foster all laws, achieving the status of Shennong Dao Master !"

After deciding to go to a fair the night before he graduates James Webb is left alone by his best friends. Due to a series of unfortunate coincidences they find themselves in a strange house. Trapped inside they are forced to open a mysterious door to another world filled with mysteries and monsters. But James awakes alone... In a word filled with superstitions and creatures that fit the description, how will James find his friends and himself?

Anthony has always been a coward. And his greatest fear was ghosts, mythical creatures that were always his grandmother's means of scaring him. Just to get him home early when he was a kid. Growing up with stories that makes him cower in fear during late night trips to the toilet. Now? He is now facing the greatest nightmare he could have imagined. [SYSTEM ACTIVATED. THE DARKNESS HAS STARTED SPRAWLING THE WORLD.] It was both exhilarating and dreadful having to own a system out of nowhere. "Putang ina! Why do I have a system? I thought it only works in other countries. Not here in my country!" [OPENING THIRD EYE. PROGRESSING....] "I'm dead...."

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.