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ANCESTRAL HEART: 5 BEATS TO ETERNITY ​Five years in the Void was supposed to be the Hard Mode. Returning home was supposed to be the Reward. ​When David finally crawls out of the interdimensional rift and back onto the familiar, humid streets of Lagos, he thinks the nightmare is over. His sister is there. His best friend is there. Even the street food smells the same. ​But then, his heart skips. ​A heavy, terrifying THUMP echoing in his chest reveals a truth more chilling than the Void: The world he returned to is a lie. His family? Constructs. The city? A digital cage. Earth is nothing more than a "Nursery"—a simulated testing ground designed to keep the "Blood of the Origin" from ever reaching its true potential. ​A celestial voice greets him with a cold ultimatum: "Candidate David, to exit the Cradle and claim your seat in the Eternity Realm, you must complete the 5 Ancestral Blessing Rituals. Failure is not death—it is total erasure." ​Armed with a "cheat" heartbeat that pulses with the rhythm of imminent crisis and hidden fortune, David must hunt down the five cosmic relics hidden in plain sight. From the depths of a high-security bank vault guarded by a hunger-driven "Governor" to the very heights of the city’s skyline, David will tear the simulation apart piece by piece. ​He survived the Void. Now, he’s going to break the world. ​[Beat 1: The Primal Heart — ACQUIRED] [Target: The Breath of the Wind] [Status: The Hunt begins.]
Penofpossibilities · 8.6k 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 · 24.4k Views

Fancy a Second Life?

Kade Lennox, a 25‑year‑old call‑centre worker from Glasgow, has three constants in his life: lukewarm tea, late‑night Doctor Who reruns with the ghost of his dad’s laughter in his ears, and the gnawing guilt of the night he froze while his best mate was beaten on the pavement and then walked out of his life. He has quietly decided he’s a coward, even if he’d never say the word out loud. ​ One rainy evening, hurrying to another nothing shift, Kade sees an eight‑year‑old girl step into the path of a speeding truck. This time, his body moves before his fear does. He drags her clear—and takes the impact himself. Instead of darkness, he wakes on the Edge: a strange, white nowhere perched on the lip of a bottomless cliff, face to face with an old man who calls himself a Guardian of the Edge and speaks with all the voices Kade has ever trusted, including his dad’s. ​ At the Edge, Kade learns he is dead but not yet gone. This is the threshold every mind passes in the moment of dying. Step over the cliff, and there is no return. Turn away, and—if he chooses—he can be sent back. Not to his old life, but to a new one: reborn as a Time Lord in a universe he knows only from episodes and box sets, offered a second life he’s dreamed of and never truly believed he deserved. ​ Given ten stolen minutes of borrowed time, a teapot that tastes like home, and the worst sales pitch in cosmic history, Kade must decide whether to rest at last or take on a life of impossible planets, monsters, and the constant risk of failing bigger than he ever could on Earth. The Doctor’s old creed—never be cruel, never be cowardly, hate is foolish, love is wise—suddenly stops being a quote on a screen and becomes the standard Kade will be held to across galaxies. If he chooses the second life, Kade will wake on Gallifrey not as a fan, but as one of them: a new Time Lord with a taste for 60s music, a retro TARDIS, a misbehaving bit of psychic paper, and more power to help or harm than he ever wanted. He’ll collect companions he’s afraid to love, artefacts he hides behind, and a reputation for talking his way out of trouble while quietly falling apart. Each world he visits will force him to confront the very things he tried to leave behind on that Glasgow road: guilt, cowardice, love, and the terror of letting people get close when they can be taken away. ​ Fancy a Second Life? is a character‑driven, bittersweet sci‑fi novel about a very ordinary man offered the most extraordinary escape hatch imaginable—and discovering that becoming a hero in a universe he adored from his sofa is much harder than quoting it. It’s about second chances, the cost of running, and learning that bravery isn’t a moment in front of a truck, but a choice you make every day afterward.
Rj_Holloway · 5.4k Views

After Breaking Up, I Married the General

Ryzel, a nineteen-year-old guide, was expecting to marry Dwight, but the man changed his mind a month before the wedding. “I’m sorry, Ryzel. I wanted a nice and compassionate wife, so I am going to marry Sean instead. Unlike you, who were usually preoccupied with other things, he always showed concern for me. Not to mention how highly compatible we are with one another. I've actually met him before, but he persuaded me to date you because he feels sorry for you." Without even waiting for Ryzel's response, the man left. Ryzel, who was left behind, can't even bother caring about his heart because he's been dealing with a lot of issues as a result of the sudden rejection. He was turning 20 in a month, which meant he had to be married according to the federation's laws. After he reaches the age of 20, the government's assistance will cease, leaving him to fend for his own expenses. If he is not married to a powerful sentinel, he will not be able to reclaim his inheritance and will be forced to die on the front lines. He instantly began looking for solutions, but his hope kept dwindling as his birthday approached without a proper solution to his problems. On the day he felt all hope was lost, his ex’s superior, General Lewis, proposed to him. "I'm not gentle and kind; my priority probably won’t be you; our compatibility may not be high; do you still want to marry me?" Ryzel questioned, fixing his gaze on the general. "It's okay, I don't need my wife to be gentle and kind. Our compatibility is also high. You can focus on your studies, job, or dreams. As long as you remember that you are my guide." “Okay, let’s get married.” ------------------------ This is the story of Ryzel's advancement in career and love life, even with all the troubles surrounding him.
Ann_Lucy_4506 · 657.9k Views

He who bought the future

In 2026, Kang Min-Jae dies as he lived—silently. A senior strategist for one of Korea’s largest conglomerate families, Min-Jae spent his life handling the company’s dirtiest secrets: political bribes, financial crimes, and crimes that never reached the news. Loyal, efficient, and utterly disposable, he is murdered the moment his value outweighs his usefulness. Death, however, is not the end. Beyond frozen time, Min-Jae meets a god who does not rule—he invests. Offered a contract instead of judgment, Min-Jae accepts a deal that sends him back to 1980, the year of his birth. In exchange for altering fate, a divine system—C.A.I.R.O.S—awakens within him, granting insight into causality, markets, and future events. This time, Min-Jae refuses to be a pawn. Armed with knowledge of coming financial crises, technological booms, and political shifts, he begins building wealth from childhood—through trading, offshore investments, tax havens, and proxy firms spanning Korea and the United States. While hiding behind the identity of a model student, he enters Korea’s most prestigious law school to master the rules that once trapped him. His goal is not revenge. His goal is dominance. To accumulate wealth and influence on a scale rivaling the world’s greatest financial dynasties—so that his two sisters and two younger brothers will never be forced to sacrifice their dreams for survival. As trillions move at his command and history begins to bend, the god who invested in him watches closely—ready to collect his share. Because in this world, even rebirth has a price.
Teboho_Ratsoane · 14.4k Views