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I AM the Progenitor

Sometimes, life is not merely unfair—it is a beautiful, fragile dream, and the gods are careless sleepers. One moment, I was counting the seconds until meditation ended, my greatest concern the arrival of the next batch of candied hawthorns for my little sister. The next, I was counting the bodies of my clan, my world painted in the shades of a nightmare. My name is Jin Tie. I was the heir to the mighty Jin Clan, though I never wanted the title. I possessed a secret—a Primordial Monad Gate that gifted me a wellspring of power others could only dream of. Yet, I saw it as a curse, a cheat code for a game I never wished to play. My heaven was not a distant throne in the clouds; it was the sun-drenched courtyards of my home, the proud, stern face of my father, Jin Long, and the serene, brilliant smile of my sister, Jin Yue. She was different, touched by a grace that even I, in my ignorance, could not comprehend. I did not care for immortality. I did not hunger to become a deity. My universe was simple, and it was enough. That changed the day the sky broke. A horned god descended not with thunder, but with a sigh of utter boredom. He didn't even deem us enemies. While his storm of frozen daggers slaughtered my clan, he executed my father—a peak martial master—with a lazy, backhanded flick. Our strength, our legacy, was less than an insect to him. His only interest was my sister. He called her a "familiar echo" and took her, vanishing back into the heavens as if he'd merely picked a flower. Now, the power I once scorned is my only weapon. The path I refused to walk is my only road. I will forge myself into a blade aimed at the heart of heaven. I will use my gift to climb. I will use my rage as a hammer. I will tear down the gilded palaces of the heavens and shatter the silent, uncaring thrones of the divine until I find where she is. I will look that horned Envoy in his cold, blue eyes, and I will show him the terrifying patience of a brother who has nothing left to lose. Let the gods have their immortality. I just want my sister back.
DaoistTie · 4.5k Views

The Night Ledger

Zaid has never known peace. Born in Hyderabad on 24 August 2004 into a crowded joint household, he is a small calm in a city gone rotten — a boy who smiles like armor and thinks like a philosopher. Even at five he remembers faces, reads silences, and names the cruelty others refuse to see. He watches family fights over property, tastes the bitter absence of a father working in the UK, and witnesses an uncle’s murder that pulls the curtain back on a world stitched together by greed, indifference, and violence. By night Zaid climbs to the roof and speaks to the dark things that listen — not demons exactly, but a ledger of sorrow and questions that teach him how wrongdoing spreads. By day he performs tiny acts of repair: mending clothes, carrying groceries, holding hands. Those small stitches won’t stop the rising tide. The powerful reshape the city; the helpless learn to look away. Zaid’s kindness becomes a dangerous currency, and the more he understands, the less the world seems able to return the favor. As he grows, Zaid must decide whether to remain a quiet witness or to become an agent of change. The dark things offer insight — and a cost. To save others, he will have to map the city’s worst crimes, confront those who profit from suffering, and risk everything he’s been taught to protect: his family, his sanity, his faith in goodness. The Night Ledger is the story of a boy who keeps the night, a ledger of cruelty and small mercies, and the slow hard choosing that defines a life.
Zaid_Ak · 485 Views

Villain : Conquest

Death by serial killer? Check. Reincarnation into *Saint's Odyssey*—the worst fantasy novel I ever rage-quit? Double check. Waking up as the story's designated villain while the "hero" plans genocide with a smile? *Chef's kiss.* Here's the thing nobody tells you about isekai: the hero isn't always heroic. Mine's a sociopathic messiah with a body count that'd make dictators blush, worshipped by millions while plotting to erase half the world "for the greater good." Meanwhile, the gods treat us like their personal reality show, and I'm the villain because... I called out his bullshit? Nah. Not this time. I've died once already. I've got nothing left to lose and everything to burn. If this world wants a villain, I'll give them a monster so magnificent they'll beg for mercy—then I'll make them *pay* for the privilege. I'll dismantle the hero's cult of personality, expose the gods' rigged game, and crown myself king of the ashes. They say the villain always loses? That's because they played by the hero's rules. I'm rewriting them in blood. Welcome to my hostile takeover. Bring popcorn—and maybe a priest. ⭐ Author’s Note Hey! I’m 17 and this is my first major writing project. Volumes 1 and 2 were my learning phase, but the writing improves a lot by Volume 3. I’ll be rewriting the early chapters soon, so feel free to share suggestions! And no—I don’t use AI to write my chapters. Just Grammarly for grammar checks. Discord: (Join to talk, suggest ideas, or scream about plot twists.) https://discord.gg/BrEZjA6pf3 ---
Lone_Raut_ · 887.6k Views

SSS Ranked Awakening: All My Skills Are at Level 100

30000+ Words Before Locked ______ Leon never asked for greatness. He just wanted to escape his flirty stepbrother and survive another miserable day. But fate had other plans—delivered by a lightning bolt and a cosmic accident. Reborn in a brutal world of mana, monsters, and cultivation, Leon starts at the bottom. No legacy. No allies. No system. Just seven divine treasure spins. And then—everything changes. [Class: Elemental Paragon(SSS)] A class whispered only in dread. A name that doesn’t exist—only a myth followed. Along with the class came another gift. [Ding!] [Host successfully connected to Cosmic System!] Unlike the standard system others in his world use, Leon’s was different. It came with features no one else had—like a mysterious [SHOP], filled with items so rare they bordered on myth. Treasures that could warp reality. Twist fate. Even in the lowest of the low Earthly Planes, Leon could purchase artifacts of Legendary or even Mythical rank. But every treasure had a cost—one no amount of gold could pay. And then there was the [CHAT]. A place where the most terrifying beings in existence—galaxy-shattering Absolutes and universe-warping entities—casually exchanged words. Like The Keeper of The Dimensions, Lord of Space and Time… In that chat, Leon was mistaken as one of them. One of the powerful. One of the untouchable. In reality, he was weaker than a worm compared to them. But that wouldn’t last. Leon made himself a quiet promise: 'One day, I’ll meet them for real.' 'And when I do…' 'I won’t be mistaken anymore.' He’ll rise. He’ll reach the apex. ____ #NO NTR #NO Yuri ____ Discord: https://discord.gg/yD2GXRHHfp Patreon for exclusive content. https://www.patreon.com/c/DesEnd596 If you want to force me to write extra chapters, Kofi link below. I won’t recommend this, join Patreon :) https://ko-fi.com/authordesend
DesEnd · 2m Views

Trapped in Primordial Times

Conner Michaels, a young American engineering student and obsessive tinkerer, is supposed to spend his night in the university lab running tests on a prototype energy core. Instead, one bad calculation tears reality open. Conner wakes up in a world that is old before history, under a sky too raw to be modern, surrounded by forests and plains that have never known concrete. Here, “cavemen” are not slow brutes. They are terrifying warriors who wrestle giant beasts and hunt dinosaurs like it is just another day. Humanity is strong, wild, and one mistake away from extinction. Conner is dropped into this nightmare with nothing but a ruined backpack, his brain, and a strange System that sticks to his vision like an intrusive HUD. The Crafting System. Anything he makes gives him points. A sharpened stick. A woven basket. A flower bed. A spear. A wall. A trap. Points can be spent to make him stronger, or to raise up the entire tribe that takes him in. To live, Conner must do what he does best: build. Shelters. Weapons. Tools. Traps. A community. In a world where people wrestle dinosaurs and bleed for every sunrise, he will force the birth of something new: civilization. But the land is not empty. Tribes clash. Monsters mutate. The sky itself hides a secret connected to the device that dragged him through time. As Conner’s creations grow more advanced, so do the enemies they attract. Survive. Craft. Evolve. In primordial America, only the strongest thrive, and Conner intends to build his way to the top.
Windchesterftw · 1.4k Views