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In a world divided by an uneasy ceasefire, two neighboring cities stand on opposite sides of evolution. One city, Arcadia, is home to citizens born with abilities that defy the laws of physics—telekinesis, spatial distortion, mind influence—powers that have shifted the balance of global conflict and pushed humanity to the brink of war. The other city lives in fear, restrained by technology, diplomacy, and the knowledge that they are already falling behind. Ren Takahashi, a quiet, analytical high-school senior from a poor family, dreams not of power but of resolution. He believes war can be ended through engineering—through a weapon or system precise enough to stop conflict without destroying the world. His life revolves around school, responsibility, and the pressure of a future he feels unprepared for. Everything changes when Ren, along with two classmates— Aiko Nakamura, perceptive and emotionally attuned, and Kaito Moriyama, impulsive and fiercely protective— are drawn into the hidden laboratory beneath their academy. Their biology teacher, Mr. Sashimoto, reveals himself as a rogue scientist obsessed with human evolution. Through a controlled—but flawed—experiment involving gamma radiation, the three students cross a critical biological limit known as the Gamma Threshold: the point at which the human body stops rejecting change and begins adapting to it. They do not gain powers instantly. Instead, they gain residuals—heightened perception, unnatural clarity, unstable abilities that manifest differently in each of them. As their bodies and minds evolve, so does the danger around them. When Arcadia detects their emergence, the conflict escalates. New, untrained individuals begin awakening across the city. Public incidents are narrowly contained. Secrecy becomes fragile. Morality blurs as Ren is forced into leadership—not because he seeks it, but because he understands the cost of failure. As Arcadia’s agents move in the shadows and governments circle from above, Ren must confront an impossible question: Can humanity evolve without losing itself? Gamma Threshold is a slow-burn action sci-fi manga about evolution, responsibility, and the terrifying truth that the greatest weapon is not power—but control.

shido is a teenager boy who is choosen for very mysterious game now universe is in danger due to some mysteries god's now he is going fight with this god's for the universe and beat them in there own game is he going to survive or not it's a mystery!

SYNOPSIS In the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium, humanity's golden age has long since crumbled to dust. A unique era has arrived, a weak "divine" entity merges with an outsider unexpectedly drawn into this war-torn reality. What do they have in common? They're both absolutely terrified of dying. And where better to learn about death than among the Death Korps of Krieg - those gas-masked soldiers who march willingly into the grave, seeking atonement through sacrifice? An intern political commissar finds himself "fortunately" promoted to full Commissar status and assigned to this legendary regiment. Armed with nothing but his wits and an overwhelming desire to survive, he makes a solemn vow: he WILL live through this posting, no matter what. But the Death Korps of Krieg is not quite what the rumors say... This is A Tale of survival, unexpected bonds, and finding humanity in the most inhuman of legions. Sweet moments and heartbreak in equal measure, focusing on connection in a galaxy that knows only war. FOR KRIEG! FOR THE EMPEROR! ------------- NOTE Hey there, my comrades! Good day to visit a crumbling Imperium, ain't it? Haha! Alright, battle-brothers and sisters, here we have ANOTHER fanfic - and this one's dedicated to one of the most pitifully devoted armies in eternal service to the Emperor: THE DEATH KORPS OF KRIEG! My boys, the Kriegsmen themselves! You better support their crusade, because we're in the era of the Lord Regent now, Roboute Guilliman's Indomitus Crusade is underway, and the galaxy needs every gas-masked soldier willing to charge into certain death for the God-Emperor! So strap on your rebreathers, fix bayonets, and prepare for trench warfare like you've never seen before. THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! FOR KRIEG! FOR THE IMPERIUM! In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement.

From Warhammer 30K: Flesh Ascendant [“When a 40k fan from the 21st century awakens as the Eleventh Primarch, evolution itself becomes the Imperium’s last weapon against the gods.”] Under the lure of the Four Ruinous Powers, the Empire fractures from within. The Horus Heresy looms, and the fate of Mankind drifts toward despair. Yet all is not lost. A soul from the 21st century awakens within the Eleventh Primarch. His name: Francis Crick. Armed with radical intellect and a body sculpted by evolution itself, he shall preserve the Imperium— and lead it into a new era. What others think of him: The Emperor: “...Annoyance.” Constantine Valdor: “He is everything that stands against my master’s design. And he is a vengeful bastard.” Leman Russ: “I hope Father doesn’t hear what he’s saying.” Horus: “I... trusted... him.” Fulgrim: “A shame. He is not with us.” Angron: “He... is... my brother.” Perturabo: “He is unexpected.” Ferrus Manus: “I... quite like him.” Sanguinius: “He is a little different—but my patron.” Lion El’Jonson: “He speaks truth.” Guilliman: "Sometimes, I can't tell whether he is jesting or saying most traitorus thing in Imperium." Alpharius: “He is unpredictable.” Alpharius Omegon: “...” Mortarion: "That cunning decieving Bastard" The Adeptus Custodes: “He dabbles in xeno-technocraft. Were it not for the Emperor’s word, our spears would have already found his heart.” Others: “...No comment.” What the Dark Gods say: Tzeentch, the Lord of Change: “He was not in my design.” Khorne, the Blood God: “Why does he not even acknowledge me?” Nurgle, the Lord of Decay: “How admirable... he drinks all that I pour forth.” Slaanesh, the Prince of Excess: “I cannot bear the sight of him...” Confronted by horrors beyond mortal comprehension, Francis Crick speaks but a single line: “Is this all you have to offer?” _______________ [RAW: 从战锤30K开始血肉飞升] __________________ #Warhammer30K #Action #Military #SciFi #WarAndStrategy #Grimdark #Psychological #ScienceFantasy #CosmicHorror #Reincarnation #LostPrimarch #GeneEvolution #Bioengineering #Transhumanism #Fleshcraft #ForbiddenScience #TechnologicalAscension #XenoTechnology #BiologicalAscension #PrimarchPhysiology #ChaosGods #Daemons #BeginningOf-HeresyEra #ImperiumOfMan #WarpCorruption #ForbiddenKnowledge #SecretProjects #AlternatePrimarch #ManVsChaos #RiseOfNewImperium#Deceptive #VengefulProtagonist #Prankster #Ragebaiter #Antihero #CunningStrategist #Brotherhood #MorallyGray #QuirkyScientist #ManipulativeButLoyal #RebellionAgainstFate #ScienceVsFaith #BrotherhoodThroughConflict #QuestioningDivinity #EvolutionOfHumanity #OrderThroughMutation #AlternateHistory #WarhammerFanfiction #LostLegion #SmartMC #GalaxySpanningWar

Warhammer: We Are All Alpharius Before you lies the Emperor, who existed long before humanity's first city was built. He loved his fellow humans; throughout history, he silently amassed knowledge and protected his race. He foresaw humanity's progress, embodying various roles throughout different eras. After experiencing the Golden Age, the Dark Age, and the Age of Strife among the stars, humanity once again entered the Age of Empire. In the 798th year of the 30th Millennium, humanity once again united under one banner: the joint rulers of Holy Terra and Mars, the protectors of the Imperium of Man, the immortal Emperor! The Emperor began the Great Crusade to conquer the stars! This was the best of times, and the worst of times! Powerful Primarchs, once lost, returned one after another, forming Legions to join the Great Crusade. A time-traveling soul united with the 20th Primarch, Omegon. From then on, Alpharius Omegon became the name of both one and two people. Alpharius Omegon was both the first and the last Primarch to return, or had he already returned? No, actually... "You are Alpharius, I am Alpharius, we are all Alpharius!" "Long live Hydra!" ____________________ [RAW: 战锤：我们都是阿尔法瑞斯] __________________ Themes: #Warhammer30K #GreatCrusade #PreHorusHeresy #GrimdarkUniverse #PoliticalIntrigue #PsychologicalWarfare #AlternateHistory #DualityOfMan #FateAndFreeWill #PowerAndSacrifice --- Main Character Traits: #TransmigratorProtagonist #PrimarchReincarnation #EmpireBuilder #MilitaryStrategy #VisionaryLeader #TacticalGenius #CunningButKind #CompassionateYetRuthless #CharismaticCommander #MasterManipulator #AntiheroMC #HiddenIdentity #BrotherhoodAndLoyalty --- Setting & Lore: #EmperorOfMankind #ImperiumOfMan #AlphaLegion #Alpharius #Omegon #HydraDominatus #PreHeresyExpansion #EmpireManagement #TimeTravel #WarhammerMultiverse #IntelligentCivilizationBuilding #GodlikeProtagonist #MaleLead

Renji Amagiri is the weakest man in Neo-Tokyo—a small-time scammer sentenced to death by a body that rejects mana itself. With only months left to live, he tells one desperate lie: He claims to be the Sovereign of Desire, a being too powerful to touch. The world believes him. A mysterious system awakens, turning belief into reality. The more women become obsessed with him, the longer Renji survives. From elite hunters and cold-hearted detectives to dangerous heiresses, his web of seductive lies spirals out of control. In a world where desire is power, will Renji die as a fraud—or ascend as a god?

When ancient powers start returning, ordinary people awaken with incredible abilities. Veyron Okami and the underground Sealbreakers must control what the world cannot. In a city where strength comes at a cost, only cunning, courage, and teamwork can decide who survives—and who falls.

The world ended without leaving any answers. When fragments of the Otherworld began to merge with reality, existence itself collapsed. Time, memory, and form lost their meaning, and war became nothing more than the final echo of something much greater. Maxinni Isla fought until the end. She saw what no one was meant to see. And then… everything ceased. She wakes up in a hospital room. Twenty years before the end of the world. Haunted by memories of a reality that has yet to happen, Maxinni realizes that the Otherworld wasn't destroyed—merely forgotten. Its vestiges still whisper beneath the surface of the present, waiting for the right moment to return. Not every end can be avoided. Some are just waiting to be remembered.

Ron was just an office worker who stayed up late playing a Warhammer game. The next second, he woke up in the Palace of Slaanesh, drowning in sweet lies and filthy hunger. He barely escaped with his mind intact, only to be thrown into a new body, Ron Grant, the Planetary Governor of an industrial hive world. His first night in the spire ended with a Daemonette crawling into his bed, and a sudden psychic awakening that saved his life. Now he sits on a throne built on corpse starch, bolts, and fear. Chaos cults are already inside the upper hive, nobles want him dead, and the Imperium hunts psykers like walking bombs. If his secret is exposed, a Black Ship could come for him. If he hesitates, Slaanesh will come back. To survive, Ron must build armies, purge heresy, and turn this rotten hive into a fortress, before the Prince of Pleasure remembers his name again.

When the "Rebellious Brat" is summoned home... a storm of chaos flavored with the scent of an old flame begins! 'Ice,' a cheeky Computer Engineering student, is forced to trade his high-tech city life for the streets of Nakhon Pathom. Instead of running code, he’s now chopping chicken at his father’s famous stall. But his boring new routine is flipped upside down when he keeps running into a massive, terrifying man lurking outside the local convenience store every single day. 'Leo,' a 32-year-old tattoo artist, is covered in ink and radiates an aura so cold it makes grown men back away. But behind that rugged, "bad boy" exterior lies one massive weakness: the boy next door he’s been pining for since they were kids. Now that Ice is back, Leo is ready to trade his tattoo needle for bags of iced green tea and favorite cakes. His mission? To "persistently woo" and win over the brat who once owned his heart. "Aren't you tired yet? I curse you out every day, yet you still have the nerve to show your face!" "Can you stop scolding me for a second? You’re as fierce as a little pup, aren't you?" One is a stubborn brat with innocent eyes; the other is a fierce-faced "simp" who’s completely whipped for his childhood crush. Join the journey of this "Grown-up Golden Retriever" as he tries to break through the wall of "selective amnesia" and survive a terrifying father-in-law. It’s time to prove that no matter how tough he looks... his heart will always lose to this boy. Content Warning & Disclaimer Age Gap: This story features a relationship between characters with a significant age difference (20 and 32 years old). Dirty Talk: Contains the use of profanity, coarse language, and suggestive/flirtatious dialogue. Family Conflict: Themes of family pressure and domestic tension (specifically regarding father-son dynamics). Tattoo Culture: References to tattoo culture and social stigmas/misconceptions regarding physical appearance. Consent: All romantic involvements are based on mutual consent. Note from the Author This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. Some characters may exhibit behaviors or use language that is inappropriate or offensive; reader discretion is advised. Language Note Please note that this story was translated with the assistance of AI. As a result, some phrasing may not be perfectly fluid or may differ slightly from the original nuances. I apologize for any linguistic errors and appreciate your understanding. #My Heart Is Defeated by a younger you miki sunflower is here to officially introduce Ice and Leo! I hope they find a warm place in your hearts. To support this small-time author and make sure you don't miss any of the juicy updates especially when Leo goes into full "obsessed" mode for his favorite brat don’t forget to do these 3 things: Follow the Author: So you won't miss out when Leo secretly spoils Ice with snacks! Add to Library: Get notified of the spicy moments before anyone else no need to waste time chopping chicken! Give it a "Heart": Send some love to give me the energy to keep writing and pumping out chapters! A Quick Note from the Author: This novel was translated with the help of AI. Some phrasing may not be perfectly smooth or might contain slight errors. I apologize for any linguistic hiccups and appreciate your kind understanding! Come and join the fun as we cheer on the stubborn brat and his fierce-faced suitor! Thank you for all the support and love for our "Chicken Rice Family."

Time Magazine once gave this review of a man: "Mr. Yang is a great inventor. The products he created changed how hundreds of millions live, work, and travel." "At the same time, his inventions created millions of jobs and made outstanding contributions to regional economies." ... Never would he have imagined—Yang Wendong, already a successful entrepreneur, would accidentally travel back to the 1950s. Given a second chance, he would once again rise from nothing, climb to the peak of this era, and build a century-spanning Chinese family empire. Friends, if you want to read chapters in advance, subscribe to my patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/johanssen10

They call it the Zejin Shard—a gift of genetics that allows a person to manifest anything they can imagine, so long as their stamina holds out. But for Zero, the gift feels like a curse. Every time he fights, his hands burn with a heat that threatens to consume him, leaving him more exhausted than a Brawler on the brink of collapse. Alongside his brothers—the stoic mentor One and the gadget-wielding human Hunter—Zero enters the brutal world of monster hunting. But they soon discover that the real monsters aren't just the ones with claws and scales. The five legendary Primevals, the supposed gods of their universe, are nothing more than corrupt tyrants who manipulate the world for their own gain. When the Primeval known as Lancer descends to their planet to execute a devastating scheme, the trio is thrust into a battle they were never meant to win. Against Lancer's "Pure Shards" and god-like efficiency, Zero's flames are barely a flicker. But when his brothers' lives are on the line, Zero taps into a latent, impossible power—a force that shouldn't exist in the Zejin hierarchy. To protect his family and his world, Zero must do the unthinkable: hunt the gods themselves.

DEAR GHOST FRIENDS, Help me to grow by letting me know what you think about my poems. THE POET is my first poem collection book and this is where I have been purging my emotions in tenses for a decade. Every title defines reality, every stanza traces back to spirituality, and every line bears my joy, my pains, and tribulations.

Five years ago, Blackmask - the hero and hope of humanity who vanished 5 years ago without a trace. Now, he has returned, but he cannot remember what happened during those lost years, nor why he disappeared. As he struggles to regain his memories and powers, he discovers that the world is still in danger, and the threats he once fought have grown stronger. With time running out and old enemies rising, Blackmask must face a new reality-one where he is no longer the hero he once was, but the world still needs him.

Li Tang was reborn on the eve of the new millennium. He knew the trajectory of the mining market over the next twenty years, had the coordinates of every newly discovered supermine, and understood the intricate details of century-defining mergers between mining giants. While experts lamented that all the rich mines were in the hands of major players and that the giants were troubled by aging and depleting resources, turning from exploration to ruthless corporate takeovers... A group from the East kept working miracles—discovering deeply buried, shockingly rich mineral deposits again and again. From scorching deserts, frozen Arctic lands, and uninhabited primeval forests, they extracted tons of ore. Fully loaded cargo ships, the industrial lifeline, thundered across the seas toward the East. He had advanced exploration technology, wielded capital like a club, and maneuvered deftly through complex global politics—completely disrupting the mining industry's global landscape. When he speaks, the world listens. One foreign mining analyst exclaimed: “He is already the sole mining oligarch on Earth!” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen  

In the year 2511 BCE, the Solar Imperium and Lunan Corporate-State are at war and vying for the drug Dust which enhances those who consume it with heightened lifespan, limited prescience, and increased mental functions. Tobias Hawthorne, son of Duke Archimedes Hawthorne, will soon become a central figure against the plot to supplant House Hawthorne and claim victory for the Corporate-State. He will witness and play to a new war on the ocean planet of No'aar.

Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

Six confessions. Six public rejections. Seo Jiah is done being the school’s favorite joke. She’s ready to bury her feelings and move on—until she’s forced into the orbit of the one person she can’t stand: Yu Enhyeok. He’s the “Iceberg” of the elite class—her academic rival, her quiet seatmate, and a man who treats words like they cost money. They don’t talk; they collide. But between forced study sessions and rain-drenched nights, Jiah realizes the cold Yu Enhyeok has a secret warmth she was never supposed to feel. Then, life tears them apart. Ten years later, the seatmate is gone. In his place stands a ruthless CEO with a heart of stone and a memory like a steel trap. Jiah is no longer the girl chasing a boy; she’s an employee under his thumb. And Enhyeok? He isn’t interested in academic rivalry anymore. He’s interested in a debt that’s ten years overdue. “You ran away once, Jiah. Don’t think I’ll let you do it again.” [School Romance → Office Romance | CEO Romance | Enemies-to-Lovers | Slow Burn]

I woke up in a galaxy at war in a body that doesn't belong to me, I don't understand how it happened, but I'm in the body of a Necron Overlord in a crumbling tomb, with my dynasty dead and surrounded by enemies on all sides. I don't know where I am, I don't know what my goal is, but I'm sure of one thing, to survive I need to restore the dynasty I'm a part of. Maybe I'll end up creating mine along the way? That only time will tell.

He came to Earth wearing another man’s name. Wounded, hunted, and unable to return home, he hid inside a borrowed uniform and a fragile lie. She saved his life without knowing who he truly was and in doing so, changed the fate of two worlds. She believed he was a soldier. He knew she was his destined bond. Between quiet conversations, shared silences, and truths left unspoken, love grew where it was never meant to exist. He listened to her heartbeat and learned what peace felt like. She trusted the man behind the uniform, unaware that loving him meant standing on the wrong side of the sky. When war began to reach for her, he was forced to choose between the world that created him and the woman who taught him how to stay. Because some loves are written into gravity itself. And even across stolen names, broken loyalties, and falling stars, the heart always remembers where it belongs. ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.