interstellar

At 21 years old, Daniel Storm was not chosen because he was brave. He was chosen because he was stubborn about production ratios. A strategist. A systems thinker. A developer who believed wars were not won by heroes — but by logistics, infrastructure, and who ran out of resources first. After winning his own galactic simulation project — Space L.O.R.D. (Logistics, Operations, Research, and Dominion) — Daniel passed out at his desk. When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t in his room. He was in front of a Supreme Being made of galaxies. Apparently, optimizing fleet efficiency at 3 a.m. is considered “cosmic talent.” Instead of granting him instant power or a legendary bloodline, the Being inserts Daniel into a sealed, invisible star system — a closed domain filled with ancient scrap, ruined warships, and dormant technology. No army. No empire. No cheat code. Just trash. And his project — now integrated into reality. With access to: • Production Ascension • Controlled Summon Authority • Multiplicative Scaling • Adaptive Technology Evolution • A personal AI assistant named Snow (who may or may not judge his decisions constantly) • And a unique personal skill: Adversity Engine — the greater the pressure, the faster he evolves. But outside his hidden domain, the galaxy is far from peaceful. Four major galactic superpowers dominate the stars. Corporate trade coalitions manipulate economies. Hive civilizations consume entire systems. Ancient alchemist unions hoard forbidden technologies. Pirate clans rule the hyperlanes. Political tensions simmer toward inevitable war. One day, Daniel Storm will have to face them. And when that day comes— He won’t rely on hero speeches. He’ll rely on production capacity. Because while the galaxy fights loudly… Daniel grows quietly. And nothing is more dangerous than a junkyard managed by a strategist with unlimited patience.

THE ROZASINA CHRONICLES: THE CIPHER OF CREATION Beyond the veil of the known universe, 70 billion light-years from Earth, a civilization played god… and paid the price. In the Rozasina b12 galaxy, the blue-skinned Keratons have ascended to the peak of evolution. They caged their sun, Vitilinon, within a Dyson Sphere to fuel an empire of 975 trillion souls. But their utopia was forged in the fires of the Great Civil War a cataclysm that shattered 1,100 planets and silenced 1.4 quadrillion lives, leaving behind an empire of ash and iron. Now, on the frozen, toxic surface of a dead world in a conquered galaxy, a secret buried for 673 million years has been unearthed. The ancient tablets speak of the "Essence of Creation" four lost capsules with the terrifying power to ignite life in the void or tear the fabric of reality apart. High Commander Atrino, a scarred veteran of the old wars, receives a final directive from the Emperor. Commanding the Cosmic Lance, a warship the size of a country, he must lead the 39th Fleet into the uncharted darkness. The coordinates are set. The guarantee of return is zero. The race to control the power of genesis has begun before it unmakes the universe.

Adrian Blackwood awakened to an affinity no one believed possible. Not [Space], not [Time], but the [Source], the origin of all powers. While others train for years to master a single element, Adrian devours them all. Lightning, fire, gravity… even life, death, and time. Everything bends back to the Source. Yet power alone cannot save a world drowning in endless waves of monsters. Not when even S-rank commanders bleed on the battlefield. To protect humanity, Adrian will break every limit. To protect those he loves, he will shatter the very rules of existence. He will not be a weapon. He will rule the Source as its Emperor. What to Expect: [+] Power fantasy, cosmic scale. From defending humanity on Earth, to galaxies, to universes, and finally to existence itself. If you like Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse, you’ll feel right at home. [+] MC-focused. The story follows Adrian’s rise as he grows into the Emperor of the Source. [+] Daily uploads. At least 1 chapter a day, 1k–1.5k words per chapter. [+] Fast-Paced Story. Mastering affinities, devouring concepts, and breaking the very laws of mana.

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?" ——

In the grim darkness of the far future, the galaxy is a theater of unending slaughter, yet it lacked the chittering, manic chorus of the "Yes-Yes!" To rectify this void, Lucius descends upon the stars as the Great Horned Rat, robed in tattered grey and brimming with malevolent divinity. Leading his verminous swarms, he plunges into the brutal cesspit of the 41st Millennium to carve out a domain of ruin. With the arrival of the Skaven, the balance of power shifts toward total anarchy. The Great Devourer meets its match in a rival swarm whose hunger is just as insatiable, while the Imperium of Man learns the true meaning of "unending numbers" as tide after tide of rat-kin drowns their worlds. Even the Necrons stare in cold calculation at a foe that wields green-glowing warpstone weaponry with a reckless abandon that mirrors their own. To the Orks, Lucius issues a challenge across time and reality: "Greenskins, we have slaughtered your kind from the World-That-Was to the Age of Sigmar and now into the 41st Millennium. If you have the stomach for it, come and face the swarms once more!" Experience a tale of skittering madness and galactic conquest as the Under-Empire rises to consume the stars. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

In the 36th century, humanity rules the solar system. War, poverty, and scarcity are relics of a distant past. Cities hum with limitless energy. Hunger and illiteracy have been engineered out of existence. Society is stable. Prosperous. Controlled. But peace has its own consequences. In a world without scarcity, conflict becomes ideology. Extremist sects and insurgent movements rise in the vacuum, threatening the fragile order billions now take for granted. Stretch is a marshal — one of the elite civil enforcers tasked with preserving stability across the system. Analytical, disciplined, and dangerously adaptive in combat, he believes in the structure he was raised in. Until a new organization emerges. One that doesn’t seek power. One that doesn’t seek chaos. One that seeks collapse. As attacks escalate and loyalties fracture, Stretch finds himself pushed beyond protocol, beyond rank, and beyond certainty as he tries to protect all that matters to him. Updates on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Cover art from gt39 on Pixabay

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

One is not enough! Two are far from enough! Three are barely enough! Do not have talent? No problem! Do not have a system? No Problem! Do not have a powerful teacher or treasure? No problem! You can find them all. Just look for them in a different world, find different cheats, combine different powers, and take the strongest path. This is a journey of a man who inherited powers of different 'Him' from different universes. So, will he be the protagonist because he has such a powerful cheat? Or, is he a protagonist because he had such a powerful cheat? Let's open the chapter of the multiverse and look into the journey of one man that connects it all. Let's observe the journey of Mark Kent!

A modern man wakes up in the Star Wars galaxy reborn as Max Vizsla, a thirteen-year-old Mandalorian on Concordia—already in the middle of a firefight. With only a T-visor helmet, a blaster, and beskar between him and death, he’s forced to learn the Mandalorian way fast: discipline, tactics, and the brutal logic of survival. But battles on the surface are only the beginning. As Max grows into his name, he’s pulled into the power struggle surrounding Mandalore—where ideology, tradition, and ambition collide. Runs through the underworld, shadowy deals, and dangerous allies drag him from backwater war zones to the edges of galactic politics. Whispers of old weapons and older legacies follow him, and every choice he makes tightens the net around his people’s future. In a galaxy sliding toward larger conflict, Max’s rise may decide whether Mandalore becomes a pawn… or a force that reshapes the era. Tagline: This is the way—until Max decides whose way it really is.

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.

Transmigrated into the future, Nash, once the father of the first true Artificial Intelligence and the richest man on Earth, found himself reduced to a nameless vagrant, the lowest of the low. Stripped of power and identity, he faced a world that had evolved beyond his imagination. Fortunately, in this bleak new reality, Nash uncovered a hidden gift: the ability to program his body. Once a linguistic genius, a pioneer who gave commands to artificial intelligence with precision and brilliance. What twist could he do now that he is given the ability to program his body? Can't control every fiber of your body? → [Control Module System] Tired of endless training? → [Training Module System] Too weak in combat? → [Combat Module System] Need perfect memory? → [Memory Module System] In a world ruled by technology and extraordinary, watch how Nash reforge his destiny as he uncovers the deepest secrets of his body. "This time, I won’t build a god. I’ll become one."

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!

Li Wei, a Level 2 researcher for the RDA. Eywa chose him. Not because he was a hero, but because he understood—life is not meant to be conquered, but to be lived with. Walking the fault line between two worlds, he grew from a cog in the machine into a planetary being.

Levi Warwick, a novel author, wakes up trapped in the Library of Noctis a mysterious realm filled with forbidden books. To survive, he must help each patron find the book they seek… or die. The catch? Every patron is a terrifying being Archwizards, Demon Lords, even Demigods. If one of them so much as farts in his direction, he’ll be dead on the spot. He’s just a normal guy. But to them, he appears to be the legendary Librarian cold, powerful, untouchable. So he smiles, lies, and prays they never find out he’s winging it

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.

In a world inhabited due to unique circumstances, politics, corruption, and constant trans-dimensional incursions take place, but Thairon does not care about any of it. He just wants to enjoy the possibilities only science can uncover, and ensure his brothers don't get themselves killed. Meeting Tomoe wasn't in his plans, and now, he has to interact with the world.

"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.

Lucy Liana only wanted a quiet life. In an empire where mana defines your worth and bloodlines decide your future, she was meant to be ordinary. She wasn’t. On the day her power awakens, the Golden Moon Empire brands her with the Inverted Crown — a divine restraint used to control monsters, rebels… and gods. Lucy is neither hero nor chosen saint. She is a flaw in the system. A Moonborn anomaly the empire cannot classify. Now hunted, owned, and shackled by the very symbol meant to suppress her, Lucy must decide: Remain their weapon… Or become the catastrophe that shatters their throne. The crown was placed on her head to break her. They forgot one thing. Even inverted, a crown is still a crown.

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.

With the Grey Knights teleporting in to purge everything in sight, Cyril makes the most suicidal gamble of his life. He picks up a dead Inquisitor’s rosette… and pretends to be him. Long Synopsis- In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, mortals are expendable… and Cyril Francis is very hard to kill. Once a second-rate stage magician on Old Earth, he awakens in the body of a lowly hive mortician on Antioch, a world already rotting from Chaos within. His only plan is simple: survive long enough to escape. Then the governor’s daughter explodes into a Slaanesh daemon. With the Grey Knights teleporting in to purge everything in sight, Cyril makes the most suicidal gamble of his life. He picks up a dead Inquisitor’s rosette… and pretends to be him. The Emperor’s Mask System activates. As long as his act is flawless, his lies gain weight. As long as his authority sounds absolute, Space Marines will obey. As long as no one sees through him… he lives. But Antioch Hive is already crawling with cults, conspiracies, and watching eyes. The real Inquisition is coming, the rot runs deeper than one daemon, and Cyril is now standing at the center of it all. In Warhammer 40,000, bluffing a daemon is dangerous. Bluffing the Imperium is suicide. -- This is a translation, but don't worry—I'm here to test the poison and remove all the toxins I can, making this a very good story.