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Ashen Ascension: The Divided Flame

In a world shattered by an ancient disaster, humans rule, and beasts are enslaved. Humanity dominates through mana and matrices, refined into rigid systems that determine status, survival, and worth. Beasts exist beneath them, bound by collars and chains, their strength reduced to mere raw Instinct and obedience. Two races. Two paths. One order that was forcefully imposed. Until something began to change. A hundred years ago, a meteor tore through the sky, carrying a dragon’s roar and a destiny that did not belong to this world. What fell from the skies that day wasn’t whole, and what survived was never meant to remain divided. A human child was born in one of the most oppressed corners of the world. But something inside him was wrong. His instincts pushed him to act when others hesitated. Power around him faltered in unfamiliar ways. Neither the human Matrix nor the beast Instinct fully accepted him, as if something essential within him had been displaced rather than lost. As he grew, he was drawn toward Scars, places where the world itself has been wounded, and to the echoes that feel distant, yet intimately his own. Each step forward brought more fragments of understanding, never enough on their own, always pointing elsewhere. Every advance forced a choice: to submit, to break, or to become something the world couldn’t classify. This is a story of survival in a world built on hierarchy. Of power born from failure rather than perfection. And of an identity that was shaped by absence as much as presence. In a world that enslaves beasts and controls humans, something divided has begun to move. And when what was scattered starts to return, this world will no longer be enough. ================================== Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D
Billion_Generator · 65.4k Views

Eternal Mastery: Slime Trapped in Time

Volume 1 is complete. Best experienced in one intense binge. --- Yet again, Earthlings were summoned. A dying Time God, already half-corrupted, descended upon Earth with nothing but a single, blinking eye. No body. No mercy. Before he could explain why the other world was collapsing—or what happened—he died. The chosen were cursed. Each Earthling aged from 12 to 60 was reincarnated into another world. Each was trapped in an isolated time loop. Each was abandoned without answers. Ganesh chose to reincarnate as the weakest race imaginable: a slime. Not for survival—but because the system offered him a trait, very powerful: Eternal Mastery [Mythic]. With every death, his body reset. With every loop, his masteries, learned techniques, and pain carried over. He awakened in a slime farm, where slimes were bred like cattle, harvested for food, and burned alive for amusement. He learned quickly. He died quickly. Again. And again. And again. Across loops, Ganesh experimented with his own existence— Fire Slime {Uncommon}. Water Slime {Uncommon}. Acid Slime {Uncommon}. Elemental Slime {Rare+}. Spirit Slime {Legendary}. Dragon Slime {Mythic}. Even Primordial Slime {Divine}. But strength revealed truth. Humans had erased their own history using sealed artifacts. Demons were branded as betrayers. Gods fought unholy beings elsewhere—leaving their failures behind. Beneath ruined cities and sealed fortresses, eldritch creatures waited— Rituals granted power along with a curse. Artifacts erased wills. Faith was devoured before it could bloom. And the deeper Ganesh went, the clearer it became: The world had lost hope and was corrupted with Eldritch. Even the sun and moon were taken over by Eldritch. Now, as gods fall, timelines fracture, and ancient wars resurface, Ganesh must decide— Will he save the world Or will he follow the same path… and become something unholy himself? Dark Fantasy • Time Loop • Eldritch Horror • Progression Fantasy Daily Updates A dark progression fantasy with time loops and psychological erosion (for readers who enjoyed the despair and repetition of Re:Zero). No one 17 and under admitted is due to gore and dark... And an important note, something happens near the end of Arc 3, this is for those who feel limitless loops have no tension....because he can still loop—but every reset tears his soul apart. The truth behind this wound is revealed near the end of Arc Three. {Read it to find out}
DreamsAllDay · 479.1k Views

Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beasts’ Contracts

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.
K1ERA · 360.6k Views