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Antares, born from the perfect and apathetic race of Gods known as the Stars, is both curious and ambitious. Arriving in the Cardinal world as Asteri, he tests human norms—foreign and often trivial to his true nature—while seeking to understand himself and the world around him.

Mount Taftan is waking up after 700,000 years. But volcanoes don't measure their own pressure with millimeter precision. When volcanologist Zara Rezai discovers the mountain is responding to human decisions, a covert organization intercepts her before she can publish. They call themselves the Registry. They've been containing dimensional breaches since 2000 BCE. And they've just confirmed what the angels mentioned about in holy book that humanity was not the first civilization on Earth. It was the replacement. Earth's previous civilization was sealed away for scorching the planet. Now their prison is failing, gates are opening worldwide, and beings with centa-millenials of patience are returning. But they're not invading. They're litigating. And their case is simple: "Humanity does the same crimes we were sealed for. Why are you still free?" Zara must investigate. Even if the answer destroys everything.

Clocks are ticking, and time is running out. They’ve bet everything on a god who can’t even trust himself not to shatter the mug in his own hand. Humanity… long gone, long forgotten. Yet somehow, they came crawling back. He didn’t ask for them. He didn’t want them. But what could he do? He wasn’t even conscious. Everyone thought he was dead—again. And like every other time, he returned stronger, sharper, an uninvited thorn in their side, too helpful to kill, too dangerous to trust. Noah’s tired of him. James is sick of him. Jasper barely noticed he was gone. And the rest? They have better things to grieve than another god’s disappearance. Maybe they just couldn’t stand believing he’d left them behind. But let’s start from the beginning, shall we? From the moment human hubris cracked the sky open, from the lab that caged him, from the crater that birthed a city, and the city that became a curse. This one’s going to be interesting. After all—we have all the time in the world. Time doesn’t move in the void. It bends, it breathes, it forgets. I wonder what Azraem would think if he saw this much peace. Probably burn himself alive just to spite it. — F

Synopsis: After living the life of a corporate slave, Damien died from overwork and abuse at the hands of his boss. In his very last moments, before drawing his final breath, he caught one last glimpse of his office crush, in tears, desperately trying to save him. At that instant, Damien understood that he had never truly tried to change his situation. He had been too cautious, too hesitant, far too cowardly. He should never have bent to the rules of a system that didn’t want his happiness — only to turn him into a disposable tool. Fortunately, fate decided otherwise. Now reincarnated in a world where humans can seize authority through sheer strength, the former office worker fights to achieve his new goal: to become the King of Clover… Author’s note: This story has been living in my head for a long time. With your help to correct any mistakes or typos, I hope to share a dark and gripping tale. Warning: The protagonist has no cheat abilities and will face a great many difficulties. Another warning: The cover art does not belong to me, nor do the works called Black Clover or Fairy Tail .

My Synopsis: Players join the Warhammer 40k verse , basically Helldivers 2 Book synopsis: A man is unluckily lucky to find himself transported to the Warp of Warhammer 40,000. He immediately achieves what countless mortals dream of—godhood and eternal life—naming himself Terrabyte, the God of Information and Data. The catch? He's trapped in a nightmare dimension where a single, more powerful entity could crush him into cosmic dust at any second. To survive the perils of the Warp and empower himself, Terrabyte begins summoning "players" from his original world, inciting conflict to harvest the energy of information and data generated by war. Centuries later, Terrabyte observes his growing "Player Cursed Legion," which has expanded its destructive influence far beyond its starting planet. A new, audacious idea takes hold: perhaps it is time to replace the incumbent Patron Saint of Mankind. Meanwhile, far away on Holy Terra, the Emperor hears this proposal. A surge of joy courses through the Golden Throne, and the long-suffering Master of Mankind attempts to rise. TL: I'm Calling the Fourth Natural Disaster at Warhammer 我在战锤召唤第四天灾

[Five Chapters Every Week!] The backrooms or the liminal rooms, such an enigmatic never-ending place. Most of the lost souls there are normal people with average capabilities and most of the time, they die. They don't last long and if the backrooms won't consume them, their own psyche will. No one can truly escape the backrooms, there is horror in infinity. However, what if the lost souls this time aren't your usual lost souls? What if they're familiar, what if they're characters from a series that you're fond of. Will they survive the liminal space? Their stories will connect and they'll handle the liminal rooms in their own way. 1st POV: Reinhard van Astrea. (16 chapters.) 2nd POV: Megumi Fushiguro. (16 chapters.) 3rd POV: Lebron. (16 chapters.)

A puppet. A mistake. A monster becoming something more. Deep inside an abandoned dungeon, an unfinished wooden marionette named Friezzar awakens with no memories and a single instinct—devour. Every monster he consumes rebuilds his body: wood becomes bone, bone becomes iron, iron becomes something inhumanly alive. Humans fear him. Monsters obey him. The dungeon itself begins to awaken because of him. But as Friezzar evolves, he learns something forbidden—emotion. And when he finally takes a humanoid form, he receives a name: Zerrei. Now the world must face an existence never meant to live— a creature created as a vessel, reborn as a monster, and destined to become a legend.

Anton is an Olympics Swimming Athlete on Earth who unfortunately had an untimely death due to a car accident. He was reborn on another world as the notorious and deeply feared Demon Lord. Will he follow the footsteps of previous Demon Lords and reign terror against humanity or will he consider his past as a human and tread on a different path?

A dying man is reborn as the lowest form of life in the brutal Monster Hunter universe—a tiny grass lizard. Armed with only a mysterious evolution system and his human intelligence, he must eat, adapt, and evolve from a fragile hatchling into a legendary creature capable of surviving a world of titans… and perhaps eventually ruling it.

Leo is a cynical, centuries-old bird with a refined palate and a single life goal: to secure a luxurious retirement. Living in the pristine Lumina Academy during the "Era of Harmony," he finds existence dreadfully boring. The world is too perfect, too peaceful, and too clean. His ticket to the good life relies on the arrival of the prophesied "Child of Destiny," whom he intends to adopt as his new master. During the grand entrance exam, Leo places his bets on Fia Starloom, a flawless noble girl who commands the six elements in perfect harmony. She is the ideal ticket to a life of steak dinners and silk pillows. But then Eliot Spitzer steps forward. Disheveled, starving, and smelling of ozone, Eliot is a walking glitch in their perfect reality. When he touches the sacred Resonance Stone, he doesn't create harmony; he unleashes a violent storm of conflicting elements and a forbidden color that defies nature: Gold. In the ensuing explosion, a terrified Leo accidentally drops a "gift" of crystallized mana (ancient bird droppings). To Leo's absolute horror, Eliot devours it with a smile. Now, fate has cruelly bound Leo not to the princess of light, but to a garbage-eating anomaly. Leo’s peaceful retirement is over; his new job is babysitting the hungry, chaotic future that is waiting to devour the world.

The world is broken. Gods have grown bored, flesh-metal machines dream of sloughed skin and severed sinew. Souls are just fuel. In the ruins of a war-torn Earth, two figures carve separate paths through madness: Cassiel, a self-loathing wanderer who longs to be a hero but can't escape his own delusions, and Ramiel, a machine forged for war, desperate to find purpose beyond violence. As sinners become prophets, and monstrous gods twist desire into doctrine, Cassiel is forced to confront what heroism truly means, while Ramiel wages war against his creator—the Soul grinder, the living god-machine that birthed him. Their stories orbit a dying world, collapsing inward toward a shared question: if everything is built to destroy, can anything be saved?

When an unfortunate soul died due to an unknown reason, it was given a choice by an entity claimed to be God. Reincarnation was the path it chose, however– To be reincarnated means to walk the path of life once more from the very beginning. Now reborn into the body of a demihuman named Syla Clawenfall, she will have to endure the various troubles and hardships that comes from being bounded as a baby to growing into an adult, all while having to learn everything again in her new world and finding her goals– This is the record a certain reincarnated soul, whose fate was destined to be a Wanderer, seeking new magical places and secrets the world has to offer, starting from one tiny step. ======= A genderbend(mostly irrelevant) adventurous story with a sprinkle of fantasy action, slice of life, and worldbuilding. Better enjoyed when bored, sitting in your frontyard while the sun's burning/raining, or trying to fall asleep, or just overall relaxing. I like describing sceneries, so an entire chapter might just be filled with me glazing the magnificent view in my head. Apologies for any writing/grammar mistake, english isn't my first language. (Support will be appreciated! Power Stones, reviews, or comments, it would motivate me to write more!)

In a world where weapons are born with souls, legends whisper of a blade that does not seek blood—but memory. Once a devoted sword collector in another timeline, a nameless man dies in a cruel twist of fate, struck down by the very sword he cherished most. Instead of oblivion, he awakens reborn as that blade—now a Mythic Relic known as Astrael, imprisoned in a forgotten sacred cave. Unable to move, unable to speak, he waits as centuries pass, watching unworthy hands reach for power he refuses to grant. Everything changes when Lyra, a quiet outcast with no desire for glory, discovers him. Unlike others, she does not demand strength. She listens. Bound by a rare resonance, Lyra becomes Astrael’s chosen wielder, and together they step into a fractured world ruled by empires that believe weapons exist only to obey. As they travel, Astrael slowly recalls echoes of past lives, past wielders, and even past timelines—revealing that he has existed across realities, always resisting those who would use him to dominate fate. Hunted by the powerful Sanctum of Edges, a religious order that melts sentient weapons to harvest their power, Lyra and Astrael are forced to confront a terrifying truth: some destinies are written in steel, and others must be broken. But Astrael is not a blade meant to conquer gods. He is a blade that remembers humanity. The Blade That Remembered is a fantasy manhwa about identity, restraint, and the quiet defiance of choosing who you are—when the world insists you are only a weapon

For hundreds of years, the world has been haunted by a strange radiation, named DARCNES. Those affected by DARCNES turned into abysmal creatures who feast upon others. They were named 'The Greivers'. Others, well, fought for their survival, from both the Greivers and the radiation. The story follows two characters: A soldier of a special force in 2018 AD, who is tasked with a mission to uncover the secret behind the chaos and end it if possible... or die trying. On the other hand, a brave knight in 1321 AD, who stumbled upon something strange, has decided to solve the mystery and figure out what's going on. Follow both of them as they fight this war and their inner conflicts, in a story that messes with the human psyche and goes beyond real time. Note: This is a roughly written, unedited short story as this is my side project. New chapters will come out every weekend. If you like my work, check out my bio for more info.

Simon “Ghost” Riley was never meant to be a hero. He was forged in fire—raised in violence, carved by betrayal, and rebuilt by war. The skull mask he wears is not a symbol, but a warning: everything he touches eventually dies. After a classified black-ops mission ends with his entire squad slaughtered by an unknown enemy, Ghost becomes the last surviving member of Unit Zero, an elite strike team erased from every military database. Blamed for the massacre, hunted by his own government, and haunted by the voices of the dead, Ghost disappears into the shadows. But war has a way of dragging its monsters back. A paramilitary organization known as The Dominion has resurfaced with stolen A.I. weapons capable of collapsing entire nations in minutes—and Ghost recognizes the man leading them: a ghost from his own past, someone he thought he buried long ago. Now Ghost must rebuild a new squad from soldiers with broken pasts and blood-stained hands. Together, they will uncover the truth behind the massacre, stop The Dominion, and confront the nightmare that created him. Because some wars aren’t fought for nations. Some are fought for the dead who can’t speak anymore.

Magnus Caffeine wasn’t always the Demon King. One day, he just woke up in a dark, gothic castle. Apparently, he’s in another world now—one with dragons, magic, and absolute chaos. But honestly? He’s not interested in world domination. He just wants to chill. Unfortunately, being an all-powerful Demon King comes with responsibilities, annoying subordinates, and heroic idiots who won’t leave him alone. Between dodging war declarations and dealing with demons who expect him to be some ruthless tyrant, Magnus has one simple goal: Drinking tea and lazing around. But with old memories creeping in, mysterious voices in his head, and an entire world expecting him to be either their savior or destroyer… will he really get to enjoy his tea break? ----------------------- i will be posting this in Royalroad --- This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, applications, songs, technologies, locations, events, and incidents are eitherthe product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously for storytelling purposes. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to real companies, brands, applications or any other entities is purely coincidental. All real-world references are included as part of the fictional setting and do not imply any endorsement, association, or ownership by the original creators. The author has no intention to defame, discredit, orintringe upon the rights of any individual, brand, organization, or intellectual property. This story is created solely for entertainment and creative expression, and should not be taken as factual or representative of real-life entities or events. Readers are advised to treat all references in this work as fictional, regardless of name similarities or thematic inspiration.

What happens when you're Isekai'd into a typical fantasy anime world as a Jubilee Class Locomotive? I don't know, and neither do you so let's take this ride together! (CROSSPOSTED ON AO3 UNDER THE SAME USERNAME!)

Excerpt~ “I told you not to steal anything. It’s illegal!” I frowned at him. “I don’t get why Earthlings can’t just take whatever they want. It’s produced on your planet, right?” “Ugh, right—but we have a money system to follow. We don’t just take things without permission!” I said, snatching it back from his hand. “Hm? But… you stole my heart. Is that legal?” he said, leaning closer with a mischievous smirk. I pushed him back, my cheeks flushing bright red. “Idiot! Where did you even learn that from?!” “Oh… it was on that thing—TV. The girl in it didn’t seem to mind when the guy said it. Why are you mad?” *** All Ling Yunhua ever wanted… was him—her childhood friend, her first love. After years of silently carrying her feelings for Tang Shixiu, Yunhua finally finds the courage to confess. But after all the mixed signals and lingering hope, he rejects her—coldly, without hesitation—shattering the only dream she ever held close. Devastated and on the edge of giving up on everything… that’s when he appears—like an angel fallen from the stars. A man from beyond the galaxy crosses paths with Yunhua at her lowest point. From a race that erased emotions long ago, he begins to feel something foreign… something human. Something like love. But danger closes in fast. The research organization Yunhua works for—and the government—are secretly hunting him down after discovering that his alien DNA holds the power to cure any disease. Determined to protect him, Yunhua makes a dangerous choice: she hides him under the lie of being her boyfriend. Now they live together. A clueless, awkward alien learning to feel… and a girl torn between duty and the growing storm in her heart. How long can she keep him hidden in a world desperate to dissect him? And when the time comes for him to return to the stars… will she be able to let him go?

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?

[The war between light and shadow is over. Shadow won.] From the second Rya was born, the Void has been staring at her. Patiently Waiting for the right moment. They want her dead, but they never moved. Why? Because her mother is Nyxelene, the only woman crazy and strong enough to rule one of the three great kingdoms in a world owned by men. The rumours about what Nyxelene could do were already enough to make most monsters piss themselves. But that’s not the real reason the Void only watches. A child has two parents. Half of Rya’s blood belongs to a name that makes even the things without mouths shut up and crawl back into the dark. For this reason, even the light had its gaze on her But nothing stays safe forever. Now Nyxelene herself is hunting the daughter she never wanted, and only she knows why. A princess who can’t ride a horse, can’t swing a sword, can’t do anything, is suddenly the most wanted prey in Runevale. In her blind panic she crashes into a woman with perfect skin and the gentlest smile you’ll ever see… who eats her enemies alive and spits out the bones. Even that woman was not enough to protect her. It her zero hour, the devil made an entrace with his hand stretched and a bright smile on his face. Lucius L. Draven. King. Monster. A demon wearing a man’s face. He offers Rya his hand. He offers her his shadow. Question is: Why in the seven hells would the Devil protect a helpless prey when he could just drag her soul to hell and call it a day? Your move, Void, and light.