interstellar

Seven billion people died in the blink of an eye. An alien "light-speed bullet" vaporized Earth, leaving Captain Jason and the crew of the Victory as the only witnesses. Now, the final 51,223 survivors are stranded on Moon Base One, staring into the void where home used to be. But the Base covers a secret: an indestructible Alien Ark buried in the crater and the "Perfect Element," a substance that grants immortality. Jason is the only successful subject of the Element experiments, the First Superhuman which shattered human limits, enhanced speed, and a lifespan of 1,500 years. With a ticking clock and food reserves for only 98 days, Jason must rise as humanity's last leader. From suppressing violent cults to unlocking alien technology and enacting planetary-scale construction, he must turn a dormant sphere into an interstellar ark. Humanity is on the brink of extinction but Jason refuses it to fall

Zeig unexpectedly traversed to the Honkai: Star Rail world, and right at the start, he was implanted with a Stellaron by Kafka. "Congratulations to the host for awakening the Slacking System. Slacking makes you stronger!" "There's such a good thing?" Zeig lay down on the spot, leaving Kafka and Silver Wolf dumbfounded. After slacking ended... "Congratulations to the host for obtaining Aeon Emanator-level strength, as well as the true legacy ultimate technique of the Phoenix Immortal!" "No way, it really gives it?!" That day, outside Herta Space Station, a sword tip that obscured the galaxy appeared, slowly descending toward the Doomsday Beast. March 7th stared in astonishment: "Oh my god, what is that?" Welt adjusted his glasses: "It's actually the Taixu Sword God. Who on earth is the one drawing the sword?" Asta's pupils shrank sharply: "How much money would it take for him to stay at the space station? I'll pay double, no problem!" Herta: "Heh, in this laboratory today, once you come, you won't be able to leave. It's not up to you!" Only Zeig remained calm as still water. "Everyone, small scene, no biggie." "By the way." Zeig turned his head, "Did you capture my handsome heroic figure just now? Remember to photoshop it more." Everyone: "......" In order to protect his companions well under the threat of the Aeon of Destruction, Zeig entered ultimate slacking mode. "What's the point of Trailblazing? I haven't finished my happy water yet." "For the inn, I want the most expensive and highest-grade one." "March, where are your snacks? No way, it's only been a few days and I've eaten them all? So little, go buy more." March 7th gritted her teeth and said to everyone on the train: "How about we kick him off the train?" ——

He opened his eyes and stared directly at the empty part on top of the eighth spire. Just before he could resume his thoughts, a sickly familiar computer voice vibrated faintly in his ears. [The Tranium Oath of the Eight Macrocosm is suggesting a contract.] The man's eyes widened automatically and he immediately nodded, attempting to speak but ending up sputtering for a few moments. "Y—yes," he said, voice suddenly desperate and awfully dry. He braced himself to pay the repercussions, but to his surprise the black shards never came, instead a holograph opened in front of him. [1. . . ␣␣ must give up certain memories and expect others to be forgotten. 2 . . . ␣␣ must be willing to face the Repercussions. 3 . . . ␣␣ should visit the 9th macrocosm. 4 . . . ␣␣ may have the capabilities to change designated events if willing to lose the course of others. 5. . . ␣␣ must be willing to make the story more interesting— 6. . .] To be able to live again. To be able to escape this eternal solitude he'd ended up in, he would have to [**].

Fifty years after the Battle of Yavin, the galaxy finds itself in a fragile state of recovery. Scarred by the Yuuzhan Vong War and Darth Caedus’s reign, countless worlds and individuals struggle to rebuild from decades of devastation. Amid the fractured alliances of the reformed New Republic, the Imperial Remnants, and independent coalitions, the Jedi Order stands as a beacon of hope. On Yavin 4, the Jedi Temple serves as a sanctuary for Force-sensitive children, offering them a chance to heal and find purpose. Among the new arrivals is Kael Varo, formerly Kael Valtherion, a boy who abandoned his Imperial noble heritage to embrace the path of the Jedi. Alongside him is Vila Saresh, a twi'lek freed from slavery, haunted by her past but determined to find a brighter future. As these Padawans confront their own traumas, they uncover the lingering echoes of ancient threats: Sith artifacts, Yuuzhan Vong technology, and the ideological scars left by Darth Caedus, still twisting others, even after his death. Guided by the wisdom of Grandmaster Luke Skywalker, the young Jedi must learn that being a Jedi is not merely about mastering the Force but about finding unity and courage in a galaxy still divided. ------ Author's notes: Hey-ho people! Welcome to my Star Wars fanfiction, which is told from a first-person point of view. For a bit of background information and what to expect, you must know a few things about me: My first introduction to Star Wars was on VHS, so I am not a newcomer to the setting. I was a child when there was only the trilogy and a teen when the prequels happened. I grew up reading the Expanded Universe and with the stories and exploits of Luke. This story of mine will take place in 50 ABY, right after the Expanded Universe mostly stopped producing stories. Writing it, anything that happened after the Disney acquisition is going to be ignored. This even includes the Mandalorian series because no matter how good the first season was, it was built on a foundation made out of sand. Proof: Book of Boba Fett and the third season. I'll try my very best to stay true to the original vision of what made Star Wars so captivating. Expect weekly chapters!

Honkai star rail: Aha, heart to heart [Fun + Fast-paced + Complex Content + No Conspiracy Theories] Xun Yun: I just went downstairs to buy some food, what's this all about? I inexplicably transmigrated into the world of Honkai star rail, and even into Aha's body? After staring at Aha for a long time, Huan Yu decided to give up thinking. The reason? A conspiracy? He chose to put on the mask of joy and started to go crazy. "Roar! Doomsday Beast!" "Everyone on the Starry Sky Train, I didn't lie!" "I'm just a passing-by masked fool, remember that!" "Hey, Star Core Spirit~ Did you lose this puddle of fireflies, or this Assam, or perhaps this Ryubang?" Chapter 1 and earlier are the past... (Brain storage area, zombie buffet) (A heads-up: Xun (huan, xun) has two pronunciations; this article uses the first one, as a surname.) (Please tag the author if you find any typos or grammatical errors; corrections will be made periodically.) (Note: Feel free to speak your mind, but any ideas you come up with may be included in this book! ('ω')?) █████████████████████████████████████ Translator here I changed all names of Xun Yu to just Xun Yu so non Chinese people can better understand it and please throw more stones I need that juicy stones for motivations

Khaladrel the ancient God of Dreams and magic, youngest of the primordials found himself trapped in a body of a mortal in an age where Gods were long forgotten, in a universe on the verge of death. He found the flame of divinity that burnt in the very core of the Silvercity burnt no more, his home claimed by his enemies and those who betrayed him. He, the last of divinity will raise an army unseen before to storm the gates of his lost home and reignite the flame of divinity. No matter the cost.

Lieutenant Commander Cole was a thirty-four-year-old from a world where Star Trek was merely fiction, until a terminal gasp transported him into a younger, optimized body aboard the USS Enterprise-D. He has been gifted three intrinsic abilities: Energy Manipulation, Enhanced Physicality, and Technology Assimilation—powers that function not through a game-like system, but through the organic expansion of his consciousness. Using his meta-knowledge of the 24th century, Cole intervenes in the Armus incident on Vagra II, saving Tasha Yar from her canonical death and forging a deep, complicated bond with her. As he balances his duties as an engineer with the fragment of Armus still tethered to his chest, he must navigate the ethical complexities of his "Traveler-like" potential. From managing the emergence of the Moriarty AI to preparing for the Borg threat, Cole is no longer just a passenger in history; he is the ship's designated expert on artificial consciousness and the variable that will determine if the Federation survives the coming storms.

Nareth was chosen by the Sefirot "Kingdom of Disorder," altering his fate from the gestation pod and giving the Chaos Gods a little shock. During the Great Crusade, he expanded the empire's borders. In the Horus Heresy, he slew the traitorous Primarchs. After the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, as the only remaining Primarch, he became the one to put out fires across the galaxy. In the War of the Beast, he struck down the Beast. In the Eternal War, he made traitors tremble in fear. All praise his loyalty—but was that the whole truth? "Actually, I was just in it for the benefits. "What? You didn’t notice? With the potion ingredients, I could nurture Beyonders. "Belisarius Cawl was my ‘enlightener’..." "I am the shadow of order, finding every exploitable loophole in the rules." He is the Black Emperor, the one who dictates the laws. He forges a new empire and carves out a future for humanity, drowning in darkness and despair!

"Don't come back! Don't return!" That was the last message Tom received from Earth before the signal died. Stranded 15 billion kilometers from the sun, he has enough supplies to survive alone for fifteen years. But Tom doesn't want to die alone. He wants to conquer. Desperate, Tom activates the ship’s biological livestock tank. He doesn't breed cattle; he clones himself. When the clone opens its eyes, Tom realizes he hasn't just created a helper, He has unlocked a Hive Mind. One consciousness. Multiple bodies. Parallel processing. More clone, more processing power But power has a price. With twelve clones now awake, his fifteen-year food supply has shrunk to a death sentence: One year. Forced into a corner, Tom must lead his clone army to the frozen, airless surface of Loshen Star. Armed only with 19th-century steam technology and sheer grit, he must ignite the fires of industry in absolute zero. He is no longer just an astronaut. He is the Swarm. And he will turn this dead planet into a civilization of one.

In the 41st Millennium, the planet I reside on, Cadia, was rated as the most habitable world for humanity. The birth rate once reached a staggering 35%. And I made an indelible contribution to this. Even the renowned expert in mass mobilization, Guilliman, once brought a team of specialists here to ask for my secrets. 'Plants that have been extinct for ages, found only during the M2 era of Ancient Terra—how is this possible?' The entourage stared dumbfounded at the wilderness filled with carrots and potatoes. 'By the Omnissiah! A lump of iron with no wires or power source can move freely and even possesses a Machine Spirit.' The Adeptus Mechanicus stood before the legion of Iron Golems, their hands trembling uncontrollably. 'This thing is countless times more useful than an STC template.' The Tech-Priest stroked the Crafting Table, his bionic eyes fixed on the crafting recipe. 'A device similar to the Webway?'... -- This is translation but don't worry for I AM HERE, I will be the poison tester and remove all the poison I can to make the this Good story, Very Very Good.

Noosphere. This is the name of a rectangular robot assistant created by a young science enthusiast. That's right, that's my identity, I'm just a simple robot. It was a knowledge I immediately grasped when he activated me in his makeshift lab, from a room that might have once been a unused bedroom. I was programmed with some of his own modules that he thought were more useful than 'factory-made junk', he said. "Just call me Master, that's more convenient." Thus I began living with him in this all too quiet Neoclassical mansion, but it seems my Master's real life is not as peaceful as I thought. What mystery is he hiding?

Thousands of years ago, humankind left the Old World. We enter a new age where science and magic are no longer opposing concepts. With these new opportunities came danger in the form of the Dark Races and the ones that named themselves Gods. However, if there was one thing humans were good at was their ability to destroy. Humankind fought and carved a bloody path into the new world. Cain's luck had never been good, but his destiny changed forever once he decided to harden his heart and face the world without fear or hesitation. --Godslayer Humankind's motto.-- We can comprehend the supernatural. We can dominate the supernatural. We can kill the supernatural - Adam, Emperor of Godslayer Humankind, The First Titan. Current schedule: 21 chapters a week. Bonus chapters: Over 600 power stones: 3 extra chapters. Over 800 power stones: 6 extra chapters. Over 1200 power stones: 9 extra chapters. Discord channel: https://discord.gg/R666sNEdrU

The world did not end with a single, catastrophic collapse. It ended because of something humanity created itself. In the era of Tyrak, a global system governed nearly every aspect of life. The world became stable, predictable, almost perfect—until one day, that order fractured. The sky split apart. The logic of reality lost its footing. Existence shattered into seven zones, giving birth to beings that failed to adapt to the world’s new laws. Amid the remnants of that ruin, a man awakens from cryostasis. He does not remember how the world ended. He does not know why he survived. His name is Kael Vieron—and his existence soon becomes an anomaly. Kael is cast into the realm of the Imperatrix—entities who rule over the structure of reality itself, far beyond the reach of human logic. A world that rejects most remnants of the old existence, yet inexplicably allows Kael to remain. As if his presence still holds a role yet unfinished. Then, a system appears—offering a way forward. It speaks of scattered fragments. Of a world that can be restored. Of choices that can still be made. But the further Kael moves forward, the clearer it becomes that this world is not merely broken—it is being guided. Every decision carries consequences that feel unnervingly precise. Every truth leaves behind a disturbing gap. In a world where reality can be rewritten, and salvation holds more than one meaning, Kael must confront a question no one ever taught him to answer: Is he truly choosing his own path—or merely walking along a road prepared long before he ever awakened? Because when the world stands on the brink of repetition, not every destruction is meant to be stopped. And not every savior comes to save.

Planet Terra, the brilliant blue orb of the Solaris solar system harbors a population of 13 billion people that are non the wiser of the fate of their world. Beneath all the nuances of modern society a terrible evil lurked under the mask of wealth and bureaucracy giving way to scientific anomalies that threaten the existence of mankind. After a fateful encounter, Lyson Raitaurus, just a regular 17 year old student on his final year at the Serafin Academy of Engineering discovered a mysterious orb made of nanites that became integrated to his body. Now he with his new powers and his friends will have to undo the mystery of the orb and the hidden organizations behind the looming threat hovering over his home world.

The rebirth of an entire race and society is a tall order when this and other galaxies are not safe. What is Harry to do? What he does best, jump in feet first. Rating T for some language and mentions of nudity later on

To survive in the court of the Supreme Lord of the Ra System, you need to be either Varys or Littlefinger, and this is the minimum threshold required for survival. But what if you're more of an engineer than a political manipulator? If the answer is correct, it's better to stay away from the throne, be the governor of a distant planet, mine the nakwadah and live happily ever after. Using his after-knowledge to destroy the Goa'uld regime, which only prevents the galaxy from coming to greatness.

Ajay had always believed his life would end in the same forgotten village where it began — quiet days, broken roads, and dreams too small to ever threaten the world. Until the night reality shattered. In a single breath, the sky folded in on itself and Ajay was torn from his home into a shifting dimension where time fractures, demons rule in shadows, and ancient beings manipulate existence like a game board. There, a voice seeps into his mind — cruel, seductive, and powerful — a demon that calls him vessel. But Ajay is not alone. An old man who should not exist watches his every step, appearing across broken timelines with warnings that never fully make sense. Each encounter leaves Ajay with more questions and fewer choices, because the truth is unbearable: his life was never an accident. He is a living anomaly — a distortion in the flow of reality itself. As worlds begin to overlap and dimensions bleed into each other, entire civilizations collapse without warning. Empires hunt him. Cultists worship him. Monsters whisper his name in forgotten languages. Everyone wants the same thing. His end. Now hunted across collapsing realms, bound to a demon he cannot silence and burdened by a destiny he never chose, Ajay must either master the power threatening to destroy him… or be erased along with the worlds that depend on his survival. Because in a universe built on balance, Ajay is the flaw that could bring everything crashing down.

This is an era where heroes emerge in great numbers! This is an era where death and hope exist side by side! This is an era where the old order and the fires of new civilizations collide! What kind of grand epic will be written by the decaying federation, the fanatic empire, the obstinate theocracy, and the stirring foreign races?

In this world full of collisions between the old and the new arts, science and divine power, Lu Yuan arrives with an occupational panel that could infinitely switch professions. "Job 【Martial Arts Grandmaster】 + Material 【Heart of Abyss' Nine-Headed Dragon】, can advance to the job 【 Dark Dragon Sect】..." "Now... I should be able to tear apart a Mecha with my bare hands right..."

Above lies the Nine Heavens Galaxy, with its awe-inspiring celestial power, and below lies the vast earth, where ants gaze at the sky. Martial artists can communicate with stars, awaken the power of the stars, and embark on a path against the heavens. Stars can be divided into beast types, artifact types, and miscellaneous types. Among them, beast types are led by dragon stars. "You... you are actually a dragon-type star? How is this possible?" a peerless genius exclaimed in shock. Lin Feng smiled calmly, "I'm sorry, I have eight more like this!"