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Unknown Ascension

This novel draws heavy inspiration from several different novels, including Shadow Slave, Lord of the Mysteries, That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (Tensura), and others. These stories have helped shape the tone, pacing, and complexity of the world I’ve created—one filled with mystery, and transformation. Our protagonist is Krova Astris, known more casually as Kastis. He was once an ordinary man living an ordinary life—until he wasn’t. Orphaned at a young age, he lived alone on the streets until he was ten, when he was adopted by a Japanese mother and a Pakistani father. For the first time, he felt what it meant to have a home. His life unfolded quietly and steadily from there. At thirty, he fell in love with Ariel, his childhood friend who had also been adopted and raised apart from him—but never truly separated. A year into their relationship, they married. A few months later, their daughter, Estelle, was born. Kastis had everything he ever wanted… and then it was taken from him. When Estelle was just three years old, Kastis was killed under mysterious circumstances—and transported to another world. That world is Mistale, a parallel realm that exists alongside Earth. In the ancient ruinic tongue of that world, Mistale means First or Ruins. It is a place marked by forgotten history, deep power, and a fractured reality—where souls can evolve, but only through unimaginable trials. Kastis does not have a fixed personality. His experiences—both in life and after death—shaped him into someone constantly shifting, growing, unraveling. The man he once was was deeply cautious, reserved, and quietly humorous. But the man he is becoming? That’s something even he doesn’t yet understand. On the surface, he carries a relaxed, almost indifferent mask. But beneath it lies unprocessed grief, dormant rage, and a pain so sharp it threatens to define him. Even his name reflects this duality. The name Krova is a subtle variation on the Russian word krov’, meaning “blood”—a nod to his hidden lineage and the legacy that binds him to the ancient powers of Mistale. Astris, meanwhile, is loosely inspired by French linguistic roots, lending a sense of elegance and celestial significance. Together, the name becomes a symbol: of blood and stars, destiny. This is Kastis’s story. A journey through pain, power, illusion, and identity. And it has only just begun.
Kast_Mystery · 22.5k Views

Heroic Songs In Chaos World

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?
sampatin · 32.4k Views

Beastmen Are Crazy, So I Sell Them Therapy

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”
Admiral_Blue · 18.6k Views