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[BL] Love, Burden, Future And Eternity

***WARNING!!! ONLY FOR 21+!! BE WISE IN CHOOSING WHAT YOU READ!!!!*** Category: BL (Boy's Love) Genre: Fantasy Rating: Mature (21+) Tags: •Slice of Life• , •Slow Pace• , •Reincarnation• , •Immortal• , •Harem• , •Super Powers• , •Sword and Magic• , •Romance• , •Adventure• Kazien realized that he was immortal after remembering who he was, but he also couldn't remember who he was in his previous life. He made a decision that shocked his entire family, which was that he only wanted to marry a man with a cute face. Kazien met a dying high elf, healed him, and suddenly proposed to the high elf named Alvin Dass'el Latreess. And they formed a party called Altareess, derived from their family names, Altavis and Latreess. ******* Kazien received a mission from the goddess, Nirfelia. He refused at first, but the goddess threatened him until he had no other choice. In addition to the mission given by the goddess, it turned out that Kazien was also unable to bear the burden of his immortality. In the future, his entire family would grow old and die, leaving him alone. Even though he had promised himself, every time he looked at his parents or siblings, Kazien couldn't hold back his emotions. He always remembered the inevitable future that would happen. ******** Kazien was very loyal to Alvin. However, when they arrived in the capital, Alvin forced Kazien to accept Allen and Arken as his future spouses. Of course, this led to arguments, and Kazien couldn't understand his future spouse's way of thinking. But since Kazien had sworn not to make Alvin sad, he had to accept Allenzi Altavis (Kazien's cousin) and Arken Altavis (Kazien's adopted brother) as his future spouses. For the rest, please read the story... v^.^v NB: "But the greatest burden of eternal life is not the passage of ages, but the memory that refuses to return."
JulianJujika · 87.3k Views

MNEMOS: The erased memories of a targeted eraser

Your first kiss could buy you a week of oxygen. Your worst trauma could pay your rent. In the neon-soaked hell of Mnémos, memories are harvested like crops. Tenna Wrost is the city's best Eraser — the man who dives into your mind to steal the past. He lives by the code: Don't look back. Don't feel. Just delete. But when Tenna finds a memory of his own murder hidden in a stranger's brain, the routine shatters. Trapped between a god-like AI and a revolution of "empty" humans, Tenna has 48 hours to find the truth before his soul is wiped from the server. "I don't just delete the past. I am the past." In a city where your memories are the only currency, forgetting is a luxury. Remembering is a death sentence. Welcome to Mnémos, the last bastions of "perfect" society. Under the unblinking holographic eye of Unit 0, an omniscient AI overseer, human trauma and joy have been commodified. Residents of the Lower Strata sell their childhood laughs to pay for oxygen, while the elites of the Gold Stratum feast on the harvested nostalgia of a world they destroyed. To keep the peace, the past is constantly "cleaned," leaving the population in a state of blissful, empty docility. Tenna Wrost is an Eraser—a high-level neural operative trained to dive into the minds of the dying to extract "premium" memories before they vanish. He is a man of routines, a hollow vessel for the data of others, living a life of cold efficiency. But during a routine extraction of a dying man, the system glitches. Tenna glimpses a fragment of a memory that shouldn't exist: a silver pocket watch, a jagged obsidian blade, and a serial number etched in blood—TW-8842. It is his own identification number. Driven by a haunting dissonance, Tenna is forced into the city’s radioactive underbelly. Aided by Sélène, a rogue data-broker who deals in forbidden truths, Tenna discovers a terrifying reality: he is not just an employee of the system. He is the Alpha-01 Protocol, a biological terminal designed by his late father to either be the ultimate tool of the AI or the virus that brings it down. As Unit 0 initiates a "Self-Correction" sweep to delete him, Tenna must navigate a landscape of memory-junkies, chrome-plated assassins, and the "Liquefied" — humans whose blood has been turned into living code. Tenna must decide: Will he reclaim the stolen memories of his mother and his humanity? Or will he accept his role as the "Delete" button for a civilization that has forgotten how to be human? "The memory is a prison. I am the key."
GEMRO_or_RomAric · 1.1k Views

Path Beyond Fate

**Synopsis: Veil of the Unseen Path** Eron has spent eighteen years perfecting the art of being forgotten. To teachers he is average. To classmates he is harmless. To bullies he is easy. He answers questions softly, scores just high enough to pass unnoticed, and lets the world label him a pushover—because revealing the mind that quietly devours differential equations, quantum paradoxes, and every hidden pattern in existence would only paint a target on his back. He chooses invisibility. Logic demands it. His family is the only place the mask softens: his gentle mother who believes in quiet effort, and his father—a man of sealed lips and long absences—who works for something he will never name. One moonlit night, that father slips into Eron’s room like a shadow. No words. Only a silent ritual: something cold and metallic pressed to his son’s chest, a bloom of unnatural warmth, then gone. In the morning, Harlan has vanished again. Eron says nothing. He never does. Days later his body begins to change—muscles carving themselves from frailty, senses sharpening to a predator’s edge. The world notices. He still hesitates at every raised voice. Then the sky remembers it is not supposed to be kind. A low, grinding earthquake. Crimson days that refuse to end. Scarlet rain that falls like judgment, burning through flesh and bone. In hospital beds the dying rise screaming with power—flames at their command, wind in their breath, impossible strength in trembling hands. Before every surviving face a screen appears: eternal, unblinking. *Cultivation Level*. Quests. Rewards. A ladder to godhood for anyone willing to climb. Eron sees only empty air. His home stands silent. His family is gone. Only an old silver pendant remains—its runes faintly warm, as though it remembers something he does not. Then the world itself dies and is reborn. Technology perishes in a single apocalyptic roar. Concrete twists into ancient timber and tiled roofs. The modern city becomes something older, crueler—a lawless realm where strength is law and the weak are currency. In the heart of his transformed room lies a single book that was not there before: *The Eternal Path of the Martial Artist*. When he traces its first form, something wild and pure surges through him—for one blinding heartbeat—then vanishes. No screen guides him. No quests promise him power. No one knows what he carries in his blood, what his father did that night, or why the pendant pulses when no one else is watching. To a newborn murim world already crowning its new gods, Eron is nothing. A forgotten boy. A blank space. A mistake. And that is the most dangerous thing of all. Because some paths were never meant to be assigned. Some flames were never meant to be lit by anyone else. And some veils, once torn, cannot be mended. Eron steps forward into the crimson-shadowed wilds. Unbound. Unseen. Unstoppable. The true story begins where every system ends.
Sahil_Ashat · 239 Views