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RIFTWORN

When rifts tore open across the world, monsters spilled into reality—along with a mysterious force that awakens hidden power in the survivors. Every awakened individual manifests a single innate ability… a fragment of something far older. Aren Vale awakens with an ability so weak it borders on useless: Spatial Sense. The Academy lists him as a low-tier nobody. The rankings bury him. The instructors overlook him. The elite mock him. But Aren sees what no one else can. Distortions in the air. Fragments of impossible places. Visions of a forest twisted by a collapsing rift—visions that feel less like dreams and more like warnings. As Aren studies, trains, and quietly analyzes the world around him, his “weak” ability begins revealing its true nature: a rare Spatial Echo that allows him to perceive the memories of dying rifts. The visions aren’t hallucinations—they’re glimpses of events that will happen. And the next rift expedition is heading directly toward one of them. Forced into the dangerous frontline earlier than anyone anticipated, Aren must survive monsters, unstable distortions, and an expanding mystery that threatens to consume both the Academy and the world outside it. But the deeper he ventures into the rifts, the clearer a terrifying truth becomes: Rifts are not random. Monsters are not the true enemy. And Aren’s awakening was not an accident. As nations compete for power, ancient factions rise from the shadows, and the laws of space itself begin to fray, Aren will face choices that decide the fate of humanity. From low-tier student to Riftwalker, from observer to warrior, he must uncover the origin of the rifts… and the reason they seem to be watching him back. The world fears the rifts. But the rifts… fear something else. And Aren Vale may be the only one capable of discovering what that something is—before it breaks through.
Daniel_6244 · 2.3k Views

The Rahmestika: Dark Messiah of the White Lands

When a once-in-history solar storm tears open the sky, every mixed person on Earth vanishes. They awaken in a brand-new layer of reality, hurled into a reshaped Antarctica—a living, aether-soaked supercontinent now called the White Lands, where the ice is sentient, the permafrost remembers, and the land itself chooses who lives. At the same time, the rest of humanity is quietly rearranged. Monoracial peoples are scattered across six reforged mega-continents: • the Heart of the Motherland – Africa’s cradle, memory, and rage • the Northlands – old Europe and its cold descendants • the Sunbelt – desert empires and burning coasts • the Monsoon Ring – South Asia, Southeast Asia, and storm-wrapped islands • the Eastlands – East Asian cores and their satellite states • the Heart of the Americas – from ancestral pyramids to neon megacities Each gets a second chance to rewrite history on familiar ground. Only the mixed are thrown into the harshest hell. A nameless young man from Illinois—fractured by psychedelics, ancestry, and faith—falls through the Void into the White Lands and becomes the first to hear the new planet’s voice. The entities there call him the Dark Messiah of the White Lands, and the continent itself awakens its buried system inside him: the Numen Trinity— body, soul, and law for a newborn world. As Wardens stir beneath the glaciers and newborn aether-creatures scream for purpose, he learns the truth that breaks everything: Time here is wrong. Every day that passes on old Earth is nearly a year in the White Lands. He has roughly seven White Lands years to walk the ice alone— to bargain with continent-born guardians, to turn monsters into allies instead of enemies, to test and be tested— before the first wave of other mixed people crash into this frozen experiment with no idea what waits for them. To survive, they’ll have to build their own culture, laws, gods, and kingdoms from nothing. To ascend, they’ll have to master the Rahmestika—the forbidden balance between bloodlines, elements, and souls. If the Dark Messiah fails, the White Lands will devour its chosen children… …and reset the experiment again.
ChaosZefnir · 1.1k Views

I Used to Be a Bunny, Now I’m My Owner's Assistant?!

Tang Jiaxin was just a pampered bunny—literally. Adopted by the calm but quietly commanding CEO Xu Jinyu as a small rabbit, she spent her days munching on carrots, rolling in flower beds, and unknowingly inspiring the world’s first anti-aging serum for animals. Her quiet presence became the emotional core of YSHT (养生华堂), the luxury skincare offshoot of the centuries-old perfume house Xuhuang (许凰). But one morning, she wakes up as a human girl—in Jinyu’s home lab, no less—and everything changes. Her species, her job, her entire future. What Jiaxin doesn’t remember is that this wasn’t fate. It was a choice. In a past life, she died protecting him—and this time, Jinyu was willing to bend science to bring her back. Now reincarnated, chaotic, Jiaxin becomes his assistant—and unofficial princess—living under the same roof as the genius who never stopped mourning her. With coquette flair and a sparkling sense of justice, she accidentally launches YSHT into a viral renaissance: WeChat red-envelope carrot method campaigns, donation drives, and fashion-forward skincare that sends their stock soaring. But success brings enemies. Western beauty houses, long dominant in the global market, begin to feel cornered. Backed by old money and international alliances, they launch smear campaigns, fake testimonials, and targeted sanctions against Xuhuang. At the front of this pressure stands Yanchun (延春), their oldest rival—known for chasing the impossible dream of immortality. And at their helm is Wu Zhaoyuan: sharp-eyed, calculating, the kind of man who treats business like war. To the world, he’s Xuhuang’s coldest enemy. But beneath the surface, his choices don’t always match the role he’s been cast into—and that contradiction becomes harder to ignore when he crosses paths with Rui Ming, Jiaxin’s composed, clear-eyed best friend. She sees right through him, and for the first time, he’s not sure he wants to look away. Two industries. One reincarnated girl created by love. And a war that might expose not just enemies—but unlikely allies. (im still using an ai generated image because i have no artists to commision yet, ignore the bangs, she wasn't supposed to have that, OH ALSO THIS IS GONNA HAVE A SPRINKLE/SEGMENT FOR REUPBLICAN ERA CHINA AND XIANXIA STUFF.)
Rolling_Potato · 16.6k Views

I Raised the Evil God Within the Rules

"After Killing My Way Through the Instance, I Raised the Evil God Within the Rules" Yin Xiu has lived in the Rules Town for six years. Normal players who enter diligently grind dungeons, busy surviving, but Yin Xiu stays in town every day without leaving, avoiding dungeons and monsters, idling his time away, even starting to retire. The town’s monsters have had their eyes on him for six years, grinding their teeth in frustration. Despite all their efforts, they’ve never managed to drag him into their schemes. Day after day, they watch him stroll by, powerless against someone who’s memorized every rule. A few days later, heavy rain falls on the town, and a new batch of players arrives. That night, a mysterious man forced to share Yin Xiu’s room accomplishes what the town’s monsters couldn’t in six years—he drags Yin Xiu into a rules dungeon. That evening, the town’s monsters gather in celebration: Hooray! Finally, that slacker retiree is gone! Meanwhile, the dungeon monsters begin to wail: Who dragged that man back in—the one who slaughtered his way through dungeons six years ago?! We barely managed to kick him out back then!!! Upon entering the dungeon, Yin Xiu shows little interest. Sword in hand, he glances around: Same old, no novelty. Let’s speedrun this and go back to retirement. The dungeon monsters collectively sigh in relief, about to pop the champagne early, when a row of twisted, blood-red words suddenly appears before Yin Xiu: Do I look novel enough for you? A viscous, chilling dread instantly descends upon the entire dungeon. Monsters and players alike begin to panic. “It” has emerged. — A max-level veteran returning to old dungeons to stomp noobs is just routine. Is it weird to retire after slaughtering through dungeons? Cultivating peace and feeding an evil god—perfectly normal, right? Why stare at me? My strategies aren’t for you to copy.
GoneSoon · 651 Views