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I Inherited the True Name of the Supreme God

[Dark Fantasy] + [MMORPG] + [Harem] + [Global Lord] + [Apocalypse] In the ruined remnants of what was once Earth, a worldwide game has begun for the amusement of higher beings. Horus was long heralded as the most talented son of a warrior clan. Destined to inherit his family’s Epic Swordsman class and lead them into a glorious new era. However, he finds that fate is rarely kind. On the day of his awakening, he receives the lowest possible swordsman class, disgracing his family. But that wasn't even the worst part. Horus is also selected as a Lord—an awakener meant to rule territories with reality-bending power. But in a world of predators, this "gift" only puts a target on his back, threatening him with enslavement by his current Lord. With the help of an old classmate, he escapes into the post-apocalyptic wastes—a land riddled with monsters, dungeons, and slain demigods who refuse to stay dead. He will claim a territory and master his own fate, but his Lord power, a Mythical Order, is... strange. [Ding!] [Rewards have been multiplied by 5x!] [Ding!] [You have received the Legendary sword, Duskbreaker! You can gain insights and steal the skills of the Legendary class, Twilight Swordsman!] [Ding!] [You have summoned a Celestial Dragon! …It does not wish to serve. Defeat it and become its master.] [Ding!] [You have received a premonition of the future! Your Sworn enemy, Acagon, the Dreamspider, will kill you in 24hrs! Do you wish to use your saved up Karma to influence Fate?] Even in this hopeless world, his strange power and relentless determination make the impossible seem possible.
Myriad_Sage · 7.2k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood and the weight of a dark, haunted past. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of the embrace of that dangerous man.
Pouria03 · 5.4k Views