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Surviving Terra II: My Journey Through Catastrophes and Nobles

Terra II, a world split into vast planes, where deserts stretch endlessly and horrors—born from beyond existence and from within—roamed without rest. It is a land scarred by nightmares that never fade, where survival is measured not in victories but in the ability to endure another day. The Common Era, an age where the very concept of happiness has been abandoned. Here, no story begins with joy, and none end with peace. One mistake—a misplaced word, a fleeting gesture—is enough to end you before you even realize it. If you looked strong, if you felt strong, if you were strong—was it ever enough? Strength itself is questioned here, tested not only by battle but by the world’s unrelenting weight and the collapse of all things. Trust is a fragile mask, loyalty nothing more than a fleeting dream. In such a place, how long can one endure before breaking? What if you didn’t even know who your real family was, where you came from, or whether you had the right to claim even a fragment of Terra as your own? --- I'm pretty excited to come back here after literal months of being away, i haven't updated since i felt it had no real place, it didn't feel real enough, well; as realistic as i wanted it tbh. The characters I had were either to much of this or that and didn't have struggles that felt meaningful. So i toned down how strong the mc is and will be along other things. I'm pretty nervous how this version will be received and since i went for both magic and a modern setting. I'm not really good as creating things so i took inspiration from some well known media, so if it seems familiar, i tried as best i could to make it my own. but idk. long ass rant, lol. Kristen out, peace. 09/25
Kristen_404 · 21k Views

THE HEART TOO PURE

Amanda was never like other girls at her New York high school—quiet, introspective, and gentle, with a heart too pure for the world around her. Tall and graceful, with long black hair and eyes that reflected warmth and wisdom, she naturally drew people to her. Born into a humble but loving family, she balanced responsibility with her dreams of a brighter future. During her final years of high school, Amanda met her closest friend—a kindred spirit who would witness her joys, struggles, and ultimate tragedy. Together, they shared songs, secrets, and dreams, their bond growing unbreakable. After graduation, Amanda faced the world with courage, taking jobs in cafés, retail, and corporate spaces to support her family. Smart, diligent, and generous, she impressed everyone around her. Life, though challenging, was full of promise—until Leo entered her life. Charismatic and persuasive, he swept her into a whirlwind romance, promising love, devotion, and a future together. Amanda, trusting and kind, believed him. At first, their love seemed genuine. But small incidents escalated into violence, arguments became threats, and Amanda sustained bruises she hid from her family. She confided only in her friend, learning of Leo’s dangerous past and volatile nature. The relationship became a delicate balance of devotion and fear. Amanda tried to break free, but Leo’s obsession kept her trapped. Her life, once full of potential, became dominated by secrecy, fear, and pain. The bustling streets of New York concealed her struggle, while her friend offered warnings, support, and prayer. Amanda’s tragic death did not end the story. Her younger sister, Samantha, a teenager at the time, was thrust into a world changed forever. Through meeting Andrew, a gentle and caring young man, she began to confront her family’s silent trauma. Their friendship blossomed into love, and together they discovered that healing is not forgetting, but choosing to live again. Through Samantha and Andrew, Amanda’s story became a testament to resilience, courage, and redemption. Even a life cut short can inspire strength, purpose, and new beginnings. Her legacy lives on in the love she inspired, the warnings she left behind, and the courage of those who continue the story she could no longer tell. This gripping true-life story captures the tension between love and danger, trust and betrayal, hope and despair. It is a cautionary tale urging readers to recognize warning signs, cherish their safety, and understand that love, while powerful, can sometimes be perilous. Even in tragedy, light can rise again.
Chioma_Oparaeke · 461 Views

Marvel: Cosmic Forger of Infinity

In a world where the fates of trillions are decided by snaps of fingers and cosmic entities, a new force emerges. He is neither a mutant nor a mage, he is simply the Creator. He does not seek to save the world. He seeks to understand it, dismantle it, and reassemble it—by his own rules. One man. One Celestial Forge. And technologies capable of changing the balance of power in the universe. 1. About the world. This isn't any specific Marvel universe, but my personal hodgepodge of everything and anything, lost somewhere in the Multiverse. I'll say right away: I want to focus on the main character's adventures, not on collecting girls. Romance is planned, but it won't appear right away and will be delivered in measured doses. 2. About the system. The development system here is purely random. I'm not kidding: to strengthen the main character, I literally roll dice and use online randomizers (and I have over 1,500 variations of what the Heavenly Forge can provide in my Word document!). So, anything can happen (including from the universe you're familiar with). But don't expect the hero to immediately become imbalanced—I monitor the balance, and to become truly strong, they'll have to work hard. 3. About science (and the lack thereof). Important disclaimer: I'm not a scientist, just a big fan of popular science. So if the description of how to build some clever device seems unrealistic to you, that's probably because it is. I don't claim to be 100% accurate, so please be understanding and don't throw slippers at me too harshly ;) 4. About pacing. The first 10-12 chapters are essentially a long prologue to get the story going. The pace here will be leisurely, and there's less action than planned later. Some might find this a bit "stuffy," as the protagonist is thinking a lot and trying to process what's happening. Consider this a detailed introduction—it will get more dynamic from here (I hope)! 5. And last but not least, your likes and comments are the best fuel for the author. Seriously, they really help and motivate. So don't hesitate to share your thoughts. Enjoy reading!
larsen051 · 37.1k Views

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 · 3.9k Views