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365 Days Before Doom: All Hell Break Lose

Under the sun, the world is not as it seems. Underneath what was presumed to be the truth lies a long-forgotten history of the world. Janus, an ordinary man, is haunted by a realistic recurring nightmare of a ruined world run by bloodthirsty beasts and beings that far exceed human imagination. He jolts awake as he crashes onto the floor, memories of the nightmare flooding into his mind. "It's... it's just a dream," he consoles himself, but the thick darkness of his room offers no comfort. His body shakes violently. The line between dreams and reality slowly begins to blur. Two worlds begin to bleed into each other: the normal world he has always known and the nightmare world that has haunted his dreams. Fantasy and reality. [PING] [SEAL BROKEN, FIRST GATES OPENED, ABYSSAL HOUND RELEASED] The system message plays. The nightmares from his dreams begin to crawl into reality, bloodthirsty and hungry for human lives. Janus is forced to choose: rise up, gain the power necessary to stop humanity's destined collapse, or stand by and watch as humanity is slaughtered. But the path to power is paved with pain, suffering, and death. With the System, he levels up. But will that be enough? Will he be able to prevent humanity's destined collapse before it's too late? Along the way, he forges various relationships, friendships, and rivalries, while encountering enemies and psychopaths who threaten to drag him further into the darkness. The taste of power is sweet, but often, it is poison seeping into the bones and corrupting those with an unquenchable thirst for it.
Asterilux · 10.8k Views

Lord of Crimson Madness

London, 1878. Beneath a shroud of gray fog, a young aristocrat awakens in a lavish bedchamber with no memory of how he arrived there. Only a phantom pain remains, throbbing in his neck as though an unseen blade had once passed dangerously close to his throat. His name is Elias Montagu. His servants call him the Duke of Manchester. They dress him in silk, fasten his insignia, and prepare him for a crucial session in the House of Lords. There is only one problem. Elias remembers none of it. And the throne belongs to King George V. Something is wrong with London. Cathedrals rise above the city, devoted to forgotten gods whose names seem to shift from tongue to tongue: Senaiy, Uire, Siny, Urey, Senry, Ueis. Their scriptures contradict one another, yet their followers worship with absolute devotion. Their stone idols possess no faces that Elias can recognize, only hollow eyes that seem to follow him long after he has turned away. The moon hangs unnaturally low over the city, stained crimson against a sky that feels far too vast. Big Ben stretches impossibly high above the rooftops, its distant chimes carrying a hollow note that leaves Elias with the uneasy certainty that he has heard them before. Then the memories begin. Not memories of this world. Ruined cities beneath unfamiliar skies. Machines powered by a force Elias cannot name. Towers collapsing beneath a darkness without stars. And, buried among these fragments, the image of a colossal crimson eye staring directly into his own. Something is watching him. Something that may have been waiting for him long before he was born. As Elias moves through gilded ballrooms, secret societies, and corridors where servants whisper of things they refuse to name, he begins to question the identity everyone insists belongs to him. The more he remembers, the less certain the world becomes. In a world built upon forgotten truths, those who seek clarity are not called prophets, scholars, or kings. They are called madmen. And among them, one title is spoken only in a whisper. The Duke of Madness.
Darkbluemoon · 69.9k Views

SCP Foundation: The Sickly Girl Who Controls S-Class Witches

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."
Solyura34 · 806.5k Views