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I Leash Emperors: The Dead Shout. I Smile

“Richard Sterling said he wanted to acquire my company. I told him every intern in my office has razed a civilization.” This is the 88th floor of the Infinite Tower—the final tribunal of humanity. I leash beasts called “The Greats.” Caesar is the viper coiled in my legal department. Napoleon is the war-hammer crushing my supply chains. Wu Zetian kneels to plead for her HR legacy, and Cleopatra wears a bio-shell I designed just to lick intelligence from the shadows. I stripped them of everything that made them “human.” No taste. No pain. No dopamine. Their heartbeats are merely lines of code I simulate. In this vault, empire is a scrap of paper, ambition is an algorithm, and the legacy of ages is calculated in pure ROI (Return on Investment). The rules are simple, and they are depraved: The Winner: Earns 24 hours of “Sensory Sync.” They get to taste, to bleed, to feel the warmth of the sun—shivering on the marble floor like dogs for a single day of “life.” The Loser: Earns a “Hell Start.” I will shatter your soul and reincarnate you as a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb, or a maggot in the next cycle. Every full moon, the Tavern opens. The millions slaughtered by these twelve tyrants gather as my fuel. The Jury screams behind the glass, casting blood-stained ballots to decide who walks the earth and who rots in the deep. Arsinoe is forging evidence. Cao Cao is hiding a blade in his sleeve. They think this is a game of corporate intrigue. They think they can stab my heart with their petty schemes. The fools have no idea: I only have 17 months left. Progress: 0.011%. If the needle doesn’t hit 1.000% in 17 months, I will drag these twelve monarchs and this rotting planet into the void with me. I am stitching the wounds of civilization with the flesh of tyrants. The dead are shouting. The emperors are clawing. And I smile. I have to. [Author's Note] “No redemption. Only performance. If you want a hero, look elsewhere. Here, Caesar is a tool, Cleopatra is a ghost, and the greatest emperors in history are just 0.00x% on my dashboard. Welcome to the 88th floor. The clock is ticking. The Jury is watching. Are you?”
Aetherion_Vael · 4.2k Views

Race: The Perpetual War

The realm is bleeding, caught in the perpetual meat grinder of four sovereign empires locked in total war. Deception, plundering, and endless slaughter are the daily realities, all boiling down to a single, primal law: kill or be killed. The death toll stopped mattering centuries ago; today, the blood spilled is simply the price of their sole obsession,the absolute destruction of their enemies. Each faction is driven by its own dark ideology. The Human Empire believes the only way to end the chaos is through complete conquest and the absolute subjugation of the realm. High in their pristine lands, the Elves use devastating magic to "purify" the world, viewing the other three races as a rotting plague infecting their sacred lands. The highly intelligent Dwarves run the realm's war engine as hyper-industrialists, building terrifying siege engines for profit and mechanical superiority. Meanwhile, the Greenskin Horde:a terrifying alliance of swarming Goblins and massive, tree-splintering Orcs fights a bitter, desperate war of survival and revenge. Yet, paradoxically, a twenty-kilometer scar of land between their borders remains untouched. Known as No Man's Land, it is the only safe haven in the world, a fragile, sacred truce forged by the First Rulers back in Age 0. It stands today as an ironclad monument to the collective cries of the countless innocents who burned in the ancient crossfire, a rule honored by even the most ruthless generals. In a world consumed by bloodshed, the true battle isn't just for survival it's to see who will be left standing when the ashes finally settle.
mid891530 · 11.1k Views

The Sovereign Rebirth : Rise Of The Urban God

The Peak of Divinity is a lonely place, but falling from it is lethal. ​Arga was the Eternal War Sovereign, the undisputed ruler of the Nine Heavens, until the Seven Heavenly Kings, his own sworn brothers, betrayed him. As his divine body shattered, Arga used a forbidden soul-reincarnation technique to escape through the void. ​He wakes up in the body of a man also named Arga, a "worthless" son in law in the modern city of Jakarta. For three years, this Arga was the punching bag of the wealthy Wijaya family, cleaning floors, washing dishes, and enduring the silent contempt of his beautiful wife, Siska. ​But the tiger has finally opened its eyes. ​On the night he is forced to sign his divorce papers and crawl away like a dog, the Sovereign’s soul finally merges with his mortal vessel. With a flick of his finger, elite bodyguards fall. With a single breath, the city’s hidden martial arts masters tremble. ​Arga no longer seeks the love of a woman who looked down on him. He seeks the spirit herbs hidden in urban skyscrapers, the ancient energy buried beneath city parks, and the path back to the heavens to reclaim his throne. ​From a discarded husband to the Urban God, Arga will show this world that even in a land of technology and skyscrapers, a Sovereign’s word is Law. ​"You offered me five hundred million to leave? In my previous life, gods offered me entire galaxies just for a moment of my time."
PenaKecil · 1.4k Views

The SALVATORE family

In a world ruled by power, reputation, and control, a single deception binds two lives together in a marriage that was never meant to exist. When Elva Williams, a quiet, middle-class orphan raised under the shadow of the Rodriguez family, is forced to take the place of Victoria Rodriguez at the altar, she steps into a life that was never hers. What begins as a temporary arrangement quickly turns into a prison when she is married to Matthew Salvatore—a cold, calculating military officer known for his authority and ruthless control. Unknown to everyone, Matthew is fully aware of the deception from the very beginning, yet he chooses silence, using the situation as a weapon to take revenge on the Rodriguez family. Inside the grand Salvatore mansion, Elva lives like a caged bird—surrounded by luxury yet stripped of freedom. While Matthew’s parents treat her with warmth, unaware of the truth, Matthew himself remains distant, dominant, and dangerously unpredictable. What starts as control slowly shifts into something far more complicated. Beneath his cold exterior, a growing obsession takes root—one he neither understands nor tries to stop.Elva, however, refuses to lose herself. With a dream of becoming a doctor, she clings to her ambition as the only piece of her identity that remains untouched. But when Matthew begins to tighten his control, denying her even the chance to pursue her future, she realizes she must escape—or risk losing everything. On her eighteenth birthday, she makes her move. With nothing but courage and desperation, Elva escapes the mansion, leaving behind a letter that reveals the truth of her identity and the deception that brought her there. While the Salvatore household is shaken by the revelation, Matthew is left with something far more dangerous than anger—an emptiness he cannot ignore. As days turn into weeks, his search for her becomes relentless. He neglects his duties, loses control of his discipline, and descends into a quiet obsession that consumes him entirely. Meanwhile, Elva rebuilds her life from nothing. Living in a small rented room, she studies, works, and fights for the future she almost lost. For the first time, she experiences freedom—fragile, uncertain, but real. Yet even in her new life, the past lingers, refusing to fade. Because Matthew Salvatore does not forget. Realizing she would never abandon her dream, he begins searching where it matters most—colleges. One by one, he checks every institution until fate finally brings them face to face again. What follows is not a reunion, but a capture. In a moment that strips away her hard-earned freedom, Matthew takes her back—this time with no intention of letting her go. Back in the mansion, the truth is no longer hidden. His family demands punishment. They demand a proper marriage, a rightful bride, a restoration of honor. But Matthew refuses them all. In a declaration that shifts everything, he claims Elva openly—not as a mistake, but as his responsibility, his decision, his possession. Trapped once again, Elva finds herself facing a harsher reality. This time, escape is no longer an option. Matthew tightens his control, even going as far as taking away her education—her dream—as punishment for running away. But instead of breaking, something inside her changes. She stops running. She starts planning. Realizing that force will never win against someone like Matthew, Elva chooses a different path—one of strategy, patience, and quiet rebellion. If she cannot escape the cage, she will make the one who built it open the door himself.As obsession deepens and resistance sharpens, their relationship transforms into a dangerous battle of will and emotion. Control clashes with freedom, power with identity, and somewhere in between, something far more complicated begins to take shape—something neither of them is ready to name.In a world where one refuses to let go and the other refuses to surrender, the question remains— Will she ever truly be free?
JOLLYbear_ · 21.1k Views