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[A mortal warmaster story about the Imperial Navy, with many female protagonists and a lot of hammering! ] Horatio never expected that he, a scum of the lower nest who was sentenced to death at the beginning, would become the first expedition warmaster from the Imperial Navy. He was awarded the command scepter of the Imperial Armed Forces by the Imperial Regent Guilliman with a smile. The Lion King Lion patted his shoulder and said, "Leave the battle line to you, I'm going to kill people." The Second Imperial Emperor *Bang! *Saint Lesto dreamed of taking care of his unlucky yellow-armored child. He was regarded as the favorite bedtime story by the God Emperor and the Four Gods. Well, it's over. Adjutant, sound the battle alarm! The Hell Vanguard immediately launched an orbital airborne strike! The Lord Guard launched a boarding attack on the rebel flagship! Today, only Abaddon and I can leave this void alive! All this started on the day at the end of the 41st millennium of the Dark Boundless...

Elian Voss makes things look perfect on screens. In 2240, that means designing the digital layer woven into the fabric of reality itself, the invisible architecture that makes an interplanetary civilization feel livable, feel *human*. He is exceptional at his job. He is forgettable everywhere else. Then one morning, without warning, the color black stops existing. Not darkness. Not shadow. Not the concept of absence. The color itself. Every screen across Earth and its eleven inhabited stations throws the same silent error. `#000000` returns null. Scientists dedicate entire processing networks to finding an answer. Governments convene. Religions overflow. The world collectively screams into a void that no longer has a color. Elian stares at his code and thinks it looks *edited.* Not broken. Not corrupted. Clean. Like a single line was removed by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and didn't feel the need to leave a note. So he starts digging. Not out of heroism. Simply because he is the kind of man who cannot leave a bug alone at 3 AM. What he finds will not restore the color. It will not save anything. It will only show one exhausted programmer, in a civilization that can navigate asteroid belts and simulate ecosystems, exactly how mistaken they have been about who is doing the navigating. The color doesn't come back. Elian closes the file. Opens a new one. Gets back to work. "Some bugs were never meant to be fixed. Some were meant to be delivered." #000000 is a sci-fi story with 3 books Book 1: The color of what we built Book 2: The color of where we're going Book 3: The color of what comes next The story itself questions the human fragility that no matter how advance humanity progressed, a single instance can change everything humans knew, their foundation and the way of how humanity perceive life.

Soul Mechas were forged to punish the Eldritch Monsters that attack this world from Beyond the Glass. But they can only be powered by those who bond with ancient mythical souls from that world. Unfortunately, souls are only attracted to negative emotions: helplessness, anguish, and loss. The deeper and more wronged, the better. However, regardless of the empire's pressure on the people to produce the best Soulbound Warriors and the heavy stigma from his father's curse, Soren remains a happy boy, a dreamer. Until he ends up with the worst soulbond in history after 'The Touching Glass Ceremony.' An F-rank soul. Trash even amongst trash. Even the commoners laughed when his rank was called. Beggars in rags celebrated and claimed to be above him. But was it really the worst soul bond ever? Because, when an Eldritch monster ravages their town and kills all that he loves, Soren finds himself repeating the same day again and again, bathing in unimaginable pain and death that forces him to grow, evolve, and confront questions that plague the empire, his father's mysterious curse, soul rituals, and the Eldritchs' true goals on earth. Each loop leaves him HUNGRIER, stronger...but less human. As the lines between man, soul, and machine blur, Soren must decide the very fate of the world...

"System Zero: The Last Awakening" Ten years ago, the world changed overnight. Every human on Earth received a System — a supernatural interface granting abilities, ranks, and power beyond imagination. Hunters rose. Empires were built. A new world order was established on a single rule: your Rank is your worth. Ethan Voss received nothing. Declared a Null at eighteen, he spent a decade surviving at the bottom of a society that had no use for him — invisible, powerless, and forgotten. Then a dying Celestial-class Hunter crashes through his window in the middle of the night and transfers something into him before taking his last breath. A System. But not like any other. Glitched. Broken. Unranked. It calls itself System Zero — the original, built before the world's Systems were standardized and limited. It doesn't grant abilities. It learns them. Copies them. Evolves them beyond their original form. Every enemy Ethan fights makes him stronger. Every ability he's exposed to becomes his. And nobody — not the Hunter Association, not the shadowy organization already hunting him, not even his own allies — can ever know. Because the moment they find out what he carries, they won't try to recruit him. They'll try to erase him. Just like they erased the man who had it before. Zero was where he started. Zero has no ceiling.

As a Tenno, he had known danger his whole life. He faced it and knew the fear that came with it. But never had he felt as helpless as he did now. The Orbiter was in shambles. He was stuck in his Transference Chair. The rest of the ship was in a vacuum. Life support and Ordis were the only things still running. The one thing keeping him sane was the impossible connection he had to his Warframe, which was stranded with his landing craft and a pack of Kubrows somewhere far from the Sol system, alongside a group of aliens who called themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. Will he be able to find his way back home and escape the strange, starless realm he found himself in? What kind of allies and enemies will he meet along the way? Dare you read about a Tenno who rewrote the story of so many timelines, that even Loki, the god at the end of time, couldn't keep up? Be prepared, for he will not stop until he gets what he wants or dies trying. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction and is not intended for commercial use. Warframe and all related characters, lore, and settings are created and owned by Digital Extremes Ltd. The Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) and Marvel Comics, along with their related characters, lore, and settings, are created and owned by Marvel Entertainment, LLC, Disney, and their respective creators and copyright holders. This story is a transformative, non-commercial fan project created out of love and appreciation for the original works. The author makes no claim of ownership over the characters or worlds depicted herein. No copyright infringement is intended.

Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/m6c3RCv4AG

Note: HAREM warning. Main character will have a harem. You have been warned, so if I see any 1 star because I have a harem, then I will delete that review Short Synopsis: A guy gets reincarnated in a blank universe and goes on missions through the multiverse to fill it up. A bit of a wish-fulfilment, so if that it's not your cup of tea, then don't read. Also, I use AI in writing. I know, AI slop is bad. But I have work and social life and that does not leave me much time to write full chapters by myself. So I give a draft/script to AI with my ideas and let it expand to a full chapter. Another warning: I plan to add a few NSFW scenes, so be warned.

Gerhard Virex was born in 979.M41, on an Imperial Hive-world. He regains his memories of a past life in the same year that it was overrun by Orks under a Warboss using as much dakka as they could get their hands on. All alone and isolated, forced to fight against the now resident Orks for survival, Gerhard is unwilling to accept such a fate of constant war and sets out to advance on his own. Thanks to a special power, he became the Gamer, and thanks to that, Gerhard now has a real chance. Chaos and the Xenos better hurry, because the Gamer has entered the Grim Dark Future of the 41st Millennium, and he is here to stay.

After traveling to the 30th millennium, Caelan thought he would just idle his days away. Little did he expect the Emperor to ask him for parenting advice. "Neoth, they are your sons! How can you, as their father, shirk your responsibilities and leave all the children for me to raise? What kind of father are you?" "Horus, you are the First-Found, the Emperor's favorite son. Why are you coming to me? Stay away from me!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down! I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Russ, stop Angron! He's trying to read my mind! What? You say you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I've told you, I'm not your dad!"

"I dodged Truck-kun with a parkour backflip. That should've been the end of it." After evading certain death with sick moves, genius programmer Runar thought he was safe—until the truck transformed into a freaking autobot and apologized for having to kill him anyway. "I just graduated from Truck Reincarnation Academy! I can't fail my first mission! My classmate will mock me." Now reborn on Telstra, a world where cultivation meets sci-fi, Runar discovers the ultimate cheat code: runes are the programming language of reality itself. While everyone else grinds through cultivation realms, he's copying physique runes, optimizing techniques, and debugging the universe. But in a cosmos where aliens hunt humans, ancient supremes have left for realms beyond, and power is everything—staying low-key might be harder than he thought. One day, he'll find that desperate truck and give it the beating it deserves. Check out my other Contracted Book "The Quantum Path to Immortality". Its really good try it.

After a devastating crash that should have ended his life, Pondaru Yamada wakes up in a body that isn’t fully his own—an unnervingly perfect shell branded with the mark of Project N4O-CHI, a blacksite program that erases humans and rebuilds them as living pleasure dolls. But Pondaru isn’t like the others. He bleeds. He hurts. He remembers things automaton like him shouldn't be capable of. Stripped of his old world, Pondaru finds himself in a decayed cyberpunk underworld where neon lights hide cruelty, androids are discarded like broken toys, and survival often means losing the last pieces of your humanity. Torn between the twisted kindness of a group of mercenary misfits and the looming shadow of the corporation that made him, Pondaru must navigate a world of lust, violence, and identity crisis—where every choice brings him closer to either reclaiming who he is, or becoming the product he was designed to be. In a city that devours the weak and worships desire, a place where compromise does not exist, one thought haunts him above all: If I bleed… then I must still be real…Right?

Reincarnated into the Marvel Universe, Jack expected danger. But he didn’t expect the Omnitrix to appear on his wrist. A watch that can transform him into countless alien forms. Now living in a world of superheroes, gods, and aliens… Will he become a hero who saves people? Or a villain powerful enough to challenge the Avengers? Disclaimer: I do not own the original characters or universe used in this fanfiction. All rights belong to their respective creators. Only my original characters and story ideas belong to me. Want to read ahead? Support the story on Patreon and get access to 10 advance chapters. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/BenBlazecraft

In a galaxy ruled by the ruthless Hegemony, former commander Jax Thorne survives on the edge of space, until he discovers a mysterious girl hidden inside an obsidian pod. Molly isn’t just human. She’s a Phase-Six weapon capable of rewriting matter itself. As Jax’s body begins to merge with his ship and a controlling AI fights to reclaim him, he’s forced into a desperate escape across a graveyard of war. Hunted by soldiers and haunted by his past, Jax must protect the one being who could either save the galaxy… or destroy it. But the deeper they run, the clearer the truth becomes: She was never just a passenger. And Jax may have to lose his humanity to give her one.

In a world where everyone is born with a digital "System" that determines their career and power, 19-year-old Han was born with nothing. Labeled a "Null," he is an outcast in a high-tech society powered by magic. Everything changes when a freak accident during a dungeon raid awakens a hidden, ancient interface: The Sovereign System. It has one rule: he can only level up by doing things others think are impossible. Now, Han must hide his growing power while hunting the monsters that killed his family, all while the world's strongest guilds are starting to notice a new, terrifying shadow in their ranks.

Ryan was nothing more than an ordinary man from a poor background, yet he shared a lifelong bond with Jianwan, the girl next door. When Jianwan was revealed to be the illegitimate daughter of a powerful, wealthy family, their simple life was shattered. Power struggles tore them apart, and before Ryan could change anything, he died in a tragic accident. Left alone in a ruthless, wolf-like family that treated her as nothing more than a political tool, Jianwan chose to follow the only person who had ever truly loved her. But death was not the end. Ryan awakens in a new world as the Fourth Prince of the Kingdom of Jiran, named Liser in a land of magic, nobles, and brutal class disparity. Surrounded by court intrigue, succession wars, and corruption, he sees in the oppressed common people a reflection of his former self. This time, he refuses to be powerless. Driven by regret and ambition, Liser seeks strength, wealth, and influence. He sets his eyes on the throne, not just to rule, but to reshape a broken nation. Can he rise through blood, politics, and magic to build a powerful new order? Or will he become the very villain history remembers?

Dr F [The True Apex Complete perfect MC] 1. Unmatched Strategic Genius 2. Technological Omnipotence 3. Ruthless Rationality 4. Absolute Observational Mastery 5. Moral Fluidity 6. patient and Psychological MC 7. Cold Humanity 8. Adaptive Creativity 9. Wealth Unknown What happens when his calculation fails #MindOverEmpire #CalculatedApex Two chapters/day

Five centuries after reality tore open, humans walk the paths of dead gods to claim strength beyond limits. Rudy wanted nothing more than to join them — until a forced experiment left him crippled and cut off from every known trial gate. He refused the destiny forced upon him and clawed his way to the answer of his agony - he couldn't enter the known, but nothing stopped him from venturing into the unknown. He found the key, the gate, and the path of blood that no one has ever walked. He stepped into the world of irregulars with absolutely nothing to lose — but himself. --- Additional Tags: Main Character: #Genius, #Manipulative, #Strength-driven, #Goal-driven. Setting: #Post-apocalyptic, #Two-worlds, #Dead-gods, #Cultivation-elements.

“When the memories of countless people enter your mind in an instant, you will most likely go insane. It’s too much information for your brain to handle.” “But what happens if you accumulate those memories slowly, not in an instant, just gradually piling up over time with each life you steal and call your own? Will you still go insane? Can your brain still handle it? With all the knowledge you’ve accumulated from the memories, what will you do with it?” “After all is said and done, will you still be the same person as you were when you first woke up in this unfamiliar universe?” “Will you still save everyone?” “If so, then, you’ll make me the happiest girl in the world. I will embrace you in my arms and say my words of gratitude for everything you’ve ever done, every sacrifice you made, every loss you grieved, every hardship you pushed through, and every pain you endured.” “Just promise me one thing. Promise me that you won’t forget. Even after an eternity has passed, even after your loved ones are long gone, even after every star has burned out, please never forget.” “Now, go. Save us. Save us from this dying universe, Mirrored Soul.”

Book 2 of the Noctirum Series The events of Noctirum still go on. The story that began in another world has come crashing back into their own. Shivam and his friends thought the nightmare was over. They were wrong. Back in Delhi, their life should have gone back to normal. The streets are alive, the city hums with the illusion of peace, and the memories of that broken future should have been left behind. But shadows don't fade so easily. Strange signs are appearing. Dreams bleed into waking hours. And deep beneath the noise of everyday life, something old and dangerous is stirring. The scars they carry from Noctirum are not just wounds of the past-they are warnings. With every step, Shivam feels the weight of a destiny he cannot shake, while his friends begin to sense that the line between their world and the one, they left behind is breaking. As new threats close in and the cost of survival grows heavier, bonds will be tested, choices will cut deeper, and the truths they've been running from may decide the fate of more than just themselves. The Reckoning isn't coming. It's already here.