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Mundane Peak: I Can Feel The Future

When The Vanishing began, Alden’s friend disappeared before his eyes. Then his brother, and then apparently nearly half of all mankind next. At the same time, practically all technology from guns and nukes to phones and plumbing mysteriously stopped working. Most who vanished didn’t return - presumably dead in whatever hell hole they’d found themselves transmigrated to. But the ones that did return came back powerful - from Demigods to Saints. The Vanishing can happen to anyone, anywhere and at anytime. With the time difference of the two worlds not being the same. While half a day passes on earth, millennia pass in the other. It can even occur to some people multiple times while to others zero. As you’d expect, the whole world completely changed overnight. The wife you went to bed with last night came back, just a few hours later, as a 3,000 year old Immortal being. Your child who you just helped get dressed this morning welcomes you back from work as an Emperor of some grand dynasty. The life and death enemy who had barely slipped by last time? Now a Saint of slaughter out for vengeance to those who’d wronged him. But that’s not necessarily an issue for Alden, it’s just that while everyone around him was busy becoming a god. He seemed to have been forgotten?? His best friend returned as an odd mix of Warrior and King. Some girl he trained for a bit, and seemed to have unknowingly charmed, awakened to becoming an angel with transcended powers. But, of course not all those Alden knew returned mighty, his brother’s whereabouts still being unknown. Yet Alden had nothing, no vanishing to become Supreme in another world and no awakening in this one either. And most unfortunate of all was that he had been diagnosed with an unknown heart condition just days prior to the world ending. He had no idea how long this heart will last him, but if he’s going to die in this hell, he’ll die finding out what happened to his brother. Even if it means having to lead and manipulate armies of supernatural beings, awhile staying just a normal human. And at the back of his mind, Alden had a sneaking suspicion that the man wearing his best friends face wasn’t entirely his best friend anymore. The powers gained in the other world had a price? Who could’ve guessed? CONTENT WARNING: The MC has no supernatural abilities for the first few volumes. I purposefully made him a mundane powerless to raise the stakes of the apocalyptic survival. But what I can promise is that when the MC finally does get his power, that it will be earned through great suffering and greater sacrifice.
Loay21 · 6.3k Views

Ashen Ascension: The Divided Flame

In a world broken by an ancient disaster, humans rule and beasts are enslaved. Humans dominate through mana and matrices, refined into rigid systems that decide status, survival, and worth. Beasts live beneath them, bound by collars and chains, their strength reduced to raw Instinct and obedience. Two races. Two paths. One order that was imposed. Until something changes. A hundred years ago, a meteor tore through the sky, carrying a dragon’s roar and a destiny that did not belong to this world. What fell was not whole, and what survived was never meant to remain divided. A human child is born in the most oppressed of places. But something inside him is wrong. His instincts push him to act when others hesitate. Power around him fails in unfamiliar ways. And neither human Matrix nor beast Instinct fully claims him, as if something essential has been displaced rather than lost. As he grows, he is drawn toward Scars, places where the world itself has been damaged, and toward echoes that feel distant yet intimately his. Each step forward brings fragments of understanding, never enough on their own, always pointing elsewhere. Every advance forces a choice: submit, break, or become something the world cannot classify. This is a story of survival in a world built on hierarchy. Of power born from failure rather than perfection. And of an identity shaped by absence as much as presence. In a world that enslaves beasts and controls humans, something divided has begun to move. And when what was scattered begins to return, this world will no longer be enough. ================================== Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D
Billion_Generator · 445 Views

Infinite Skill Points in the Apocalypse

Sebastian, a Tier-9 Warlord and humanity's last stand, died fighting the Void Monarch, only to wake up in his cramped apartment exactly one year before the "Great Merge"...the day the game {The Ethereal Plane} consumes reality and destroys Earth. Knowing the horror that is to come, he logs in to prepare, only to select the "Drifter"... a trash class with zero stat bonuses that makes him the laughingstock of the entire server. But just as the system attempts to load his corrupted data from the future, a critical error occurs. [Ding! System Glitch Detected!] [Compensation Awarded: Infinite Skill Points!] While other players grind for weeks to save a single point, Sebastian has an endless supply. [You learned (Basic Spark)] "Too weak," Sebastian mutters, watching the alpha wolf lunge. "I need a sun." [100 Skill Points Invested...] [Evolution: Fireball (Tier 1)] "Hotter." [1,000 Skill Points Invested...] [Evolution: Pyroblast (Tier 2)] "More." Skill Point draining like water into a black hole until the text flickers from blue to a menacing, pulsating gold. [10,000 Skill Points Invested...] [Warning: Mortal Limit Reached.] [Constructing Law of Fire...] [Congratulations! Skill Evolved into Forbidden Spell: Solar Flare!] While others cast tiny fireballs, Sebastian snaps his fingers and unleashes the thermal power of a miniature sun. [You learned (Basic Sneak)] [10,000 Skill Points Invested!] [Congratulations! Skill Evolved into Divine Art: Void Walk!] While tanks rely on heavy armor, Sebastian walks through reality itself, becoming an untouchable ghost who ignores all damage. Armed with a resource that defies the laws of the game, Sebastian’s path to domination is absolute. Mocked for his ragged starter clothes? He crushes a 50-man elite guild raid with a single gravity spell. Desperate for resources? He uses Forbidden Alchemy to break the global economy and buy entire cities. But the game is just the beginning. As the synchronization rate increases, Sebastian brings his God-tier powers into the real world. From slaughtering the first wave of monsters in his apartment hallway to hunting down "Saints" invading from other dimensions, Sebastian isn't just trying to survive the apocalypse. He’s going to own it. Follow Sebastian as he builds the ultimate Sanctuary, enslaves gods, and rewrites the laws of the universe. The tutorial is over. Now, the real game begins.
Knight_Plot · 1.6k Views

A Feast of Hands

Fuck my family… The thought was the first thing to stroke into Ryckel's mind. His breath hitched, the warmth of his own exhalation bouncing off a hard surface and dampening his skin. Ugh… did I sleep with my gas mask on again? Ryckel's muscles groaned as he raised a heavy hand. His fingers brushed against the cool, unforgiving metallic surface of the filters. It was a familiar sensation, yet the pain that accompanied the movement was not. His body felt heavy, like a sculpture made of lead. Every fiber was screaming against his attempt to wake. Ryckel tried to shift his weight, but the world didn't push back. There was no bed. No floor. The air was soft, a gentle wind teasing his skin, tempting him to drift back into sleep. But then he felt the sickening lack of gravity. His body was slowly swaying. Ryckel snapped his eyes open. He wasn't in his bed. He was dangling over an abyss. Two thick, black coils were wrapped tightly around his chest and thighs, holding him like a macabre display. All around him, there was nothing but a claustrophobic mist of red. ------ Shout out to @scholarofyore0 for helping me out with the power system, really appreciate it. Also my release schedule is 2 chapters every weekday and just 1 chapter every weekend Do note, the prose style in my work reflect the POV of the chapter and yes, there would be POVs apart from Ryckel's. The prose style(s) would still be easy to read and understand. Like Ryckel's POV is more art based because he's actually an artist. The auxiliary chapter isn't also compulsory. If you like an aux chap that details the world and everything then it's for you. But if you don't, then you can just read the story itself. Info and all that would still be revealed naturally. Do be warned though, the aux chap is written and structured in a way that many writers on here don't normally do...
KeihatsuZero · 6.9k Views

The Perfect Path To Insanity

Would you give up your humanity in exchange for power? To never die, a chance to be a god? Humans had lost all will to try. Their existence had been reduced to a single, self-destructive purpose: to entertain and please the cosmic gods, known as Forces, in hopes of gaining a 'favour'. After 7 years of these continuous deadly games that suddenly appeared, the Earth we know is no more. Now an apocalyptic playground for the Forces to enjoy. To survive in this ruined world, every single player is compelled to participate in these weekly deadly games. All to win prizes, be granted one of the four Paths designed for Awakeners— those who earned ‘their’ affection and favour. Until Fateless, a ‘humble’ wanted thief, stumbled upon a unique Force, one of the creators of the games. It was then he discovered the grim truth behind his name - 'Fateless' - deemed worthless and discarded at birth, exempt from all four Paths. Consumed by despair and hate, he took a risk and accepted a proposal from a shady cosmic god, granting him a fifth Path, giving him the ability to absorb human life essence to grow stronger, all for a small price. [ “I shall grant you the Fifth Path.” ] [ “The Path of Insanity.” ] [ “No mortal seeks forever without unraveling. Madness is the toll, the tariff paid at the gate.”] [ “You will no longer fear death. Nor die of age. Nor plague. Nor wounds that mortal hands deliver.” ] [ “But immortality is fed… not gifted.” ] [ “Just a tiny tithe. 10% of your humanity.” ] ‘What more is there to lose a bit of humanity, anyway? It only drags one down from their full potential. I could do just about anything without being bound to death. Anything… What a thrill it would be to spit on these cosmic slugs' faces.’
CrimsonJell0 · 10.8k Views