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Tanrı'nın Zarafeti

Yoksulluk içinde büyüyen Lir için hayat, değerini çoktan kaybetmişti. Ona göre hayata bir anlam yüklemeye çalışmak boşunaydı. İnsanlar dünyaya ne kadar büyük anlamlar verirse versin, ölüm her zaman her şeyin önüne geçerdi. Büyük ideallerin peşinden gidenler, ölümle yüzleştiklerinde geriye hiçbir şey kalmadığını fark ederdi. Bu yüzden Iris için anlam arayışı, insanı sadece budala yapan biri hâline getirirdi. O, anlamını yitirmiş olmasına rağmen yaşamayı seçen, zihni yaşlı bir gençti. Özgürlüğe de inanmıyordu. Ona göre insan beyni, kişiyi sınırlayan ve onu anlamsız istekler ile düşüncelerin içine hapseden biyolojik bir kafesti. İnsanlar, kendi zihinlerinin ürettiği düşüncelere inanıyor ve onları sorgulamadan takip ediyordu. Bundan kaçış olmadığını düşünüyordu. Beyin, gerçeği çarpıtmaya yatkın bir yapıya sahipti; bu yüzden mutlu görünen bir insanın ardında mutlaka bastırılmış bir acı olduğunu varsayardı. Bu durumu değiştirmeye çalışmanın anlamsız olduğuna inanıyordu. “İnsan zihni, sahibine yalan üretir. İnsan da bununla ayakta kalır.” Lir, insanın kurduğu bu düzene uyum sağlamayı hiçbir zaman kolay bulmamıştı. Kısa yaşamının ardından kendi dünyasında erken yaşta ölerek bu karanlık diyara geldiğinde, yine tanıdık bir gerçekle karşılaştı: insanların bencilliği. Ancak bu dünyada, bildiğinden daha fazlası vardı; iblisler, tanrılar ve cennet gerçekten vardı. Lir’in değişimi de bu noktada başladı. Yıllar önce gökyüzünden düşen bir taş ve ardından gelen Chyrsaor adındaki altın saçlı bir "iblis", bu toprakları ikiye bölmüştür: Zenginlerin ve kutsalların yaşadığı Aurelion ile her şeyin çürümeye terk edildiği Cairn. Cairn de yaşamını geçirmiş olan Iris'in bedeninde Lir, kendisini bulmuştu. Iris’in karşısındaki en büyük tehdit, onu yaratan bu varlıktı: Tanrı. Çünkü onun tanımadığı bir tanrı onu izliyor, ona acı çektiriyordu.
ab_surd · 2.3k Views

My Harem is a Tool For World Domination (And Other Chores)!

Zen Arclight didn’t want to rule the world. He just wanted a competent staff. In his previous life, Zen was a high-powered executive who died of a stress-induced stroke while screaming at incompetent interns. His dying wish? To never lift a finger again. When he wakes up in a crumbling temple with a "Sovereign System" initialising in his brain, he isn't interested in adventure. He ignores the prophecy. He ignores the dungeons. He just wants a nap, a hot bath, a house that doesn't smell like goblin rot, and good food. But to get comfortable, he needs help. With his new ability, [Sovereign’s Voice], which allows him to issue commands that make people he bonds with feel complete and euphoric obedience, Zen believes this is the ultimate HR solution. He doesn't want a harem of lovers; he wants a team of efficient employees. Zen: "I need a house; this ruin is draughty." What they hear: "The Sovereign requires an impenetrable fortress." Zen: "Can’t a man just have some good food around here?" What they interpret: "The Sovereign requires tribute from the fertile lands of the South." Zen thinks he’s enjoying a peaceful retirement; his harem thinks they are the Generals of the Apocalypse serving a God-Emperor, while the world thinks a Terrifying Tyrant is slowly conquering the continent. Zen just wants his laundry done. But if accidental world domination is the price of clean sheets... so be it.
DegeneratedPervert · 1k Views

Armipotent

This is a work of fiction, any names, characters, stories or events, are fictitious! (Even the country in the story is just the author's fantasy as the author never visited those countries in the story) Armipotent is an archaic adjective meaning "strong in battle." Basically, it refers to someone who is physically tough in war. Originally, it was used to refer to the Roman god of war, Mars. ===================== Tang Shaoyang, an orphan who dropped out of the middle school to fight on the street as he found out school was useless for a penniless orphan like him. Tang Shaoyang dropped out of his school, fighting on the street, and made a name for himself. Berserker Tang from Youyouliucun. Afterward, Dragon Wing triad recruited him and everything was good for him. Even though the public deemed him as a tumor of society, Tang Shaoyang was having a decent life. Until one day, everything changed as an absurd and strange game started. "... Game starts! Stage one: Survival for The Fittest!" After the game started, zombies appeared out of nowhere. ... Ding! "You have killed 1000 zombies less than 24 hours since the game started! You gained 3 Talents!" Dong! "You may choose 3 Talents! please choose carefully!" Tang Shaoyang held his chin and mused what Talent he had to choose. "With Zombies appear everywhere, I need an infinite strength... this is one, I still need to choose 2 Talents more..." Then a lewd smile formed on his lips. "I want an infinite strength, charm and charisma to conquer women, and the last one, I want to upgrade my **** so I can please my women!" After saying this, Tang Shaoyang laughed aloud. "Hahaha, there's no way such talent exists... ehhhhh?!!!" Ding! Dong! "3 Talents are consumed! You have been granted Divine Body! Good Luck, Gamer Tang Shaoyang!" Tang Shaoyang immediately checked the detail of Divine Body. After a brief silence, he muttered unbelievably. "Such Talents really exist..." Note: I don't own the cover. If the creator wants me to take down the cover or put credit, please notify me by replying to my review at the Review section.
HotIce · 8.4m Views

Shackle The Witches

The Old World ended when humanity drilled too far into the planet. They broke the planet seal, leading to the appearance of the Domains. The Deep that destroys cities with a tsunami, the Shining that alters the skies, the Nightmare where terrible creatures rush out from; the chaos that makes every possibility happen at once, and the Abyss that erases everything that gets too close. The Domains connected with the people of Celestia, turning the woman into Witches. They were existences that could reshaped the world at the cost of going insane. In their rampage, they destroy the world and then began making a new one. In desperation, the last researchers of Ark-9 committed their last sin. They stole a soul from another world and then forced it into a new body to create the Chief. The Chief was made to suppress the Witches, to restore the world, and to be a weapon. The Chief was placed in a long sleep under a flooded city. Until finally the fading researchers awoke him for the mission, they have been preparing him for. The salvation of Celestia. But Aether stood up from his throne with a smile and said to them. “Fuck off.” The researchers were in disbelief at his anger towards them. Aether shook his head at their careful plans, and the script they wrote for him. “You fools thought you could tear me from my world, lock me in this body, trap me in your fantasy, and make me your obedient weapon?” He laughed at all of them. “Those Witches you guys hate. I will not hunt them, chain them, force them, or use them as tools for your desperate schemes. But instead, love them.” The Ark-9 Researchers erupted in rage. But he simply laughed without a care as their rage was music to his ears. “This is my script now.” The prison that held him shattered as their screams faded into silence. And Aether stepped into the new world with a smirk. “No Witch shall escape my love.”
DeadZoom · 1.3k Views