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The Non-Human Family in the Apocalypse

When we think about the end of the world these days, we usually think of some idiot in politics who doesn't really care about people and most likely has serious problems in his head, and simply presses the apocalypse button, and people are forced to live the next few years as diggers in the ruins of the world until things return to "normal" several generations later. Or the fierce result of climate change that causes irreparable natural disasters to humans and a new pandemic occurs like the one in 2020-2022 and, once again, we are back to being diggers. Or an unforeseen meteor that comes towards Earth before any government can do anything and gives us the same end as the dinosaurs, even if one part could still be saved by spending a lot of money and the other part would be left to the “lucky ones” to fend for themselves and go back to the diggers until things “return to normal” (maybe in this case, it would be faster than before but it would still take a long time). And finally, we have the astronomically small chances that it could be a combination of all this together with the release of a zombie virus that some idiot tested to maybe cure diseases, achieve immortality or just for the hell of it. The fact is, virtually no one expects the end of the world to come in the form of a fantasy Armageddon. Where some entity allows mana to enter the world and this opens portals through which fantasy monsters begin to appear, destroying and devouring everything they see in front of them. There are even RPG-style systems with missions, even if this would cause some humans to change irreversibly. But well, I've already talked a lot and look, I still have to finish my daily missions in addition to helping my father with the generator and going hunting for something to eat. Maybe I can catch an orc and see if their blood is as inedible as that of a goblin (it looks like semi-cured meat with raw eggs and liquefied fish oil). Sometimes I wish I had become a pixie like my sister. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself, nice to meet you, my name is Fernando or just Fer or Nando, and I'm not human. Well, I'm not anymore, at least not me, nor my family to tell the truth, now I'm a 22-year-old Dhampir with some cool skills, and as for my family... you'll meet them in a little while.
FereliX25 · 74.6k Views

Reincarnated as a Fisherman and Father of the Sea

Kenji died as nothing more than an exhausted office worker, buried beneath deadlines and loneliness. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on the shore of a quiet coastal village named Minato—with no strength, no powers, and no money to his name. All he had was a rickety fishing rod, an empty stomach, and a small boy named Sora, who clung to him and called him Papa. Life in Minato isn’t kind. The villagers laugh at Kenji’s failures, calling him “Empty Bucket” as his nets come up dry. Feeding a child with nothing but copper coins feels impossible. But Kenji refuses to give up. If he can’t fight with swords or magic, then he’ll fight with his patience, his hands, and his will to survive. The first fish he sells earns him just four copper—barely enough for bread. Yet that bread tastes like victory. Step by step, coin by coin, Kenji begins to climb. From sardines to larger catches, from ridicule to respect, his journey becomes one of grit and quiet determination. But there’s something unusual about Sora. Whenever the boy is near, the sea seems to favor them. Fish gather closer, storms ease, and nets feel heavier. Villagers whisper that he may be blessed by the sea itself. With his growing skill and Sora’s mysterious gift, Kenji sets out not just to survive, but to build a new life as a father, a fisherman, and perhaps… something far greater. This is a story of tides and family, of laughter and hunger, of copper to silver to gold. A slice-of-life journey about a man who was nobody—becoming a father, a provider, and, against all odds, a legend of the sea.
Black_Zues · 40.9k Views