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Gates Guilt: Resurrection

The era of the sun is a dead memory. Humanity's sprawling kingdoms have fallen, and the last remnants of civilization are buried alive. Trapped within a decaying, subterranean iron bunker known as the Sanctuary, the few survivors of an apocalyptic extinction cling to a grim existence. Outside the walls lies an unforgiving abyss of monsters and black miasma; inside, the reality is just as terrifying. Under the iron-fisted rule of Chief Murad Xie, the Sanctuary survives through a horrifying arithmetic. Compassion is a forgotten language, and the weak are literally consumed to keep the strong alive. Eleven-year-old Akira and his mother, Syuri, are the last sparks of hope in this sterile tomb. While the rest of humanity has surrendered to the ruthless, blood-soaked laws of their cage, Syuri preaches of a forgotten world above—a place of blue skies and green earth. Her dreams earn her the title of a madwoman from the starving crowds, but Akira fiercely protects his innocence, clinging to her teachings in a society that demands cruelty. But innocence is a death sentence at the end of the world. As resources run dry and the shadow of starvation threatens to snap the Sanctuary's fragile peace, an elite soldier named Klein takes Akira under his wing. Knowing the brutal truth of their decaying sanctuary, Klein drags the boy into the pitch-black outskirts of the gates. Through agonizing, bone-breaking training, he seeks to strip away the boy's naive hopes and forge him into a weapon capable of surviving the nightmare to come. As the last embers of human civilization threaten to burn out forever, Akira stands at a crossroads. He must decide whether to surrender to the savage reality of humanity's final cage, or bleed to prove that his mother’s beautiful world still exists in the dark.
Gatesguilt · 14.2k Views

Codename : Reincarnation

Okay so. A Korean CIA agent dies on a Tuesday. Not like — heroically. Not going out guns blazing saving the world. He gets betrayed by his own government, his own colleague can’t even look him in the eyes, and the last thing he thinks about before he dies is a location he memorized that he can’t use anymore. That’s it. That’s how it ends for him on Earth. And then he wakes up. Except it’s not waking up the way isekai usually does it. There’s no system. No congratulations screen. No hidden talent activating. No mentor showing up to explain the rules. He wakes up in the body of a nine-year-old orphan in a world at war. Malnourished. Running a fever. Can’t stand up without a wall. Has literally the lowest possible Mana — which in this world is basically saying you have nothing — and he doesn’t even know the language yet. And bro. His first conscious act? He makes a mark under the floorboard. To know if his space gets disturbed while he’s out. He’s running a fever. Can barely move. Been awake for eleven minutes. Already doing intelligence work. That’s Han Seo-jun. That’s the whole character right there in one moment. The world threw everything at him and the man just — assesses. Files it. Starts building. Because what else do you do? You work with what you have. Now the world he’s in — Kaelthar — is not nice about it. Eight nations at war. Every single one of them corrupt in their own specific way. Power determines everything — not your character, not your heart, not how hard you try. If you don’t have power you get used or thrown away. Full stop. No exceptions. And this man has no power. What he has is fifteen years of CIA field experience in the mind of a nine-year-old child. He has the patience of someone who measures operations in months. He has the ability to read a room in four seconds and already know three ways out before he sits down. So he uses that. He gets himself into Caldris — the most powerful academic institution in the world — as a kitchen laborer. Washing dishes. Carrying crates. Looking like nobody. Meanwhile he’s running three intelligence operations simultaneously, identifying the institution’s secret intelligence division through passive observation, and studying for the scholarship exam in every spare moment he has. He gets the scholarship. Lowest Mana core in the cohort. Highest academic and strategic scores in eleven years. And this is where the story starts getting to me personally because — He meets people. Not intentionally. Not as a strategy. Despite every operational instinct he has. There’s Sian. He meets her in a library. They both reach for the same book at the same time. The whole first conversation is fifteen seconds long. And across a hundred chapters of them just — existing near each other, being exactly who they are, neither of them performing anything — it becomes the most quietly devastating relationship I’ve ever written. She never says she cares about him directly. She just slides a book across a table without looking up after he gets hurt. She makes a resource appear through her channels when he gets cut off. She is the fixed moral point in a world where everything shifts.
Lemonsquare · 6.1k Views

Shadow Contract

Some contracts are written in ink. His was written in blood and he never signed it. Dante Kōgetsu is the best at what he does. No target too difficult. No contract refused. No emotion wasted. He built his reputation on one principle: finish the job and walk away clean. Then a contract arrived with a photograph inside. Her face. Sophie Arisaka. The only person who ever made him feel like a human being rather than a weapon. He faked her death, lied to the client, and told himself it was a calculated decision. It was not. Now he is hunting the anonymous man who ordered her death and every step closer reveals a truth he is not ready for. The man behind the contract is Edward Yashiro. His oldest friend. A person who loved Sophie, lost her, and let that loss rot into something unrecognizable. What Dante does not know yet is that Edward knows everything. The demons Dante carries inside him Kairo and Mūn were not accidents. They were placed there deliberately, by someone who chose him before he was old enough to refuse. And every time Dante uses their power, he pays a price no one warned him about. He loses her. Not Sophie herself. The memories of her. One by one. Quietly. Irreversibly. The job was supposed to be simple. It became a war against an old friend, against the man who made him, and against the clock running silently inside his own mind. Some things cannot be unforgiven. Some prices cannot be unpaid. Some contracts were never meant to end.
YSiGn_優瑟夫 · 26.4k Views