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House Of Puppets

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 identity he had spent years building inside a game that no longer contained him. The world that received him has existed through dozens of eras. Civilizations rose and collapsed long before humanity had a word for either. What walks its roads now — human and elf and dragon and beast-kind and peoples whose names don't translate — are the living residue of everything that already happened here. The gods who shaped the early eras did not all survive them. The world doesn't advertise how much of it is arrangement of ruins. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. Beneath the gas lamps and the elevated rails, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough weight act as though permission doesn't apply to them. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. There is no king. There are only consequences. The Church of the Solar God holds it together, which is not a metaphor. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. Nine others arrived the way Gepetto arrived — carrying what they built inside the game, now operating in a world where what they touch does not reset. They are not heroes. They are ten people who understood a system well enough to reach its limits, placed inside a reality where the limits are elsewhere and the other Players have their own intentions. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force or faith or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. The story that begins with one man in one city does not stay there. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. AUTHOR'S NOTE: House of Puppets is not a power fantasy. It's slow by design — the kind that accumulates, not the kind that stalls. The story starts small and expands aggressively. The pacing shifts across volumes. It will surprise you in directions you didn't see coming. Tonal influences: Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, the Soulsborne tradition, Dostoevsky. Not references — register. I'm a reader who started this by studying what great work does and trying to do that. The story is strange and volatile partly because of that, and I think that's also why some of it works. The ambition is real. The reading will tell you if it got there. [This work is currently on hiatus. I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I haven't abandoned it (at least not forever!). I promise to come back and continue the story later on.]
MisterElegance · 156k Views

THE FATE OF WAR (戦争の運命)

The world does not want a savior; it wants a weapon it can control. When the light of his world was extinguished by a Seele, a young boy’s grief gave birth to a terrifying resolve. Paralyzed no longer, he claimed the burden of the "Scarecrow"—a protector destined to stand in the center of the carnage, wielding a fierce, blue-tinted flame that burns with a heat the world has grown to loathe. In this era, such a Gift is no beacon of hope; it is a cursed anomaly, marking him as a pariah even as he serves as humanity's shield. His mission is fueled by a selfish vow: he has seen the worst this world has to offer, and he will slaughter every Seele in existence to ensure no one else has to witness that horror. But the Scarecrow does not burn for himself. Every searing blast of blue fire is for the one soul he refused to lose—the girl who remains his only home in a world of wreckage. She is his final tether to reality, the reason behind his crusade, and the only anchor keeping his humanity from being consumed by his own Blue Rage. Together with Squad Segment 663, he is deployed under the cold, calculating gaze of The Skulls—architects of a system where lives are merely data points on a probability monitor. From forgotten borders to decaying strongholds, they are the U.W.D.S.’s most efficient tools of "purification." Yet, in the silence between battles, a mysterious figure lingers. An unnamed guide who speaks in echoes, she is a weeping contradiction who offers a haunting comfort that feels ancient and dangerously familiar. As the squad faces the encroaching darkness of the Seele and the rising threat of a rival power, the "Scarecrow" must decide: is he truly a hero, or just a broken child enforcing his trauma on a world that already hates him? In a war where trust is a liability, the people he protects may be the first to call him a traitor.
Kiyanashi · 145.1k Views

Words are Debts

Words are Debts ​In a world where reality is a manuscript, power isn’t about learning spells. It’s about Syntax. ​In the Kingdom of Eins, every living being is bound by a True Name a living language fragment of the universe that dictates their fate, their magic, and their place in the story. To know your True Name is to wield the primal language of existence. ​Uzo Melbourne doesn't have one. ​He is nameless. An unauthorized draft. A walking Glitch in a perfectly formatted world. ​Hunted by the Waning King a tyrant who treats reality like a rough draft and edits his citizens into submission Uzo's very existence is a crime. Worse, his body is bleeding "Null-Ink," a destructive, redacted magic that is slowly eating him alive. ​To survive, Uzo must journey to the edges of the Kingdom to unravel the ancient myths behind the origins of language itself. But the King's forces are relentless. Uzo must face down Grand Scribes who weaponize the distance between words, and survive the Royal Archives a dumping ground guarded by "Run-On Sentences" made of stitched-together flesh, and "The Blanks," faceless assassins that steal your very definition. ​He can't just find his True Name. He’s going to have to write his own. ​Even if it means deleting the King's entire manuscript to do it. ​Expect: ​A Unique Hard-Magic System: Battles fought with grammar, syntax, resonance, and redaction. ​Eldritch Dark Fantasy: Body horror, brutal combat, and psychological stakes where losing means being edited out of existence. ​Anti-Hero Progression: A nameless outcast teaming up with a mute barbarian giant, a lazy mastermind, and a mad flesh-doctor etc to break the rules of reality.
seventhrealm001 · 51.2k Views