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Caleb Rourke is twenty-four years old, fresh out of bootcamp, and already aware of his limitations. He is not the strongest soldier or the most fearless. What he is, is precise — a marksman with an eerie stillness behind the scope and a mind that solves problems before others have finished identifying them. The war that finds him is unlike anything a marksman was built for. A portal tears open above Cincinnati — a sickly rift depositing waves of small creatures into a crowded evacuation corridor. The military calls them Kaiju. The portal closes. Civilians are saved. Nobody celebrates. Everyone understands this was a small portal. The incursions escalate fast. More portals, bigger portals, creatures ranging from waist-height swarmers to humanoid monsters to things the size of buildings, appearing across three continents without warning or explanation. The world reorganizes around survival. The invasion becomes the backdrop of ordinary life. Then something strange begins happening to Caleb. After each rescue — each life pulled from the edge — he changes. Reaction time sharpens. Instincts compound. He begins reading battlefield geometry a half-beat before it unfolds, finding angles and moments nobody else in the unit can identify. The changes scale with the threat: bigger Kaiju, more desperate rescue, more significant shift in what he's capable of afterward. The military calls it Threshold Energy — a residual field emitted by portals that bonds with rare individuals and accumulates with every life saved, growing faster the larger the threat overcome. It doesn't make Caleb superhuman. It makes him the most dangerous thinking soldier in a war conventional thinking was never built to handle. But the System is brutally mathematical. Each threshold requires more than the last. The only way to keep growing is to operate inside the worst situations the war produces. Caleb's growth and the world's suffering are permanently linked, and he lives inside that tension every day. Three people shape his world. Sergeant Dominique Osei — his commanding officer, a fifteen-year veteran who struggles daily with the difference between protecting Caleb and deploying him. Dr. Yuna Sato — the lead Threshold researcher, who knows more than she's authorized to say, and whose data points toward something command isn't ready to hear: the portals aren't random. Something on the other side is making decisions. Corporal Darian Voss — Caleb's closest friend, loyal and capable, quietly navigating the experience of watching someone he respects become something he can't entirely follow. The invasion's structure is its own mystery. Small portals bring swarmers. Large ones bring creatures requiring full military mobilization. The rarest category — Level 6 Kaiju — doesn't use portals at all. They simply arrive. Humanoid in shape, intelligent, observational. They appear after major events, study the response they provoke, then withdraw — as though whatever they came to measure has been measured, and the violence was never the point. Late in the story, one appears in the ruins of a recently evacuated base — waiting. When Caleb arrives, it doesn't attack. It moves in ways that force him to respond, to reveal exactly how he thinks under pressure. It is cataloguing him. When it withdraws, the classified debrief that follows lands on a single terrifying conclusion: if the Level 6 came knowing Caleb would respond, the invasion isn't just targeting human infrastructure. It's targeting him. THRESHOLD is a military science fiction story about a soldier who wins by thinking, a system that rewards scale, and a war that may have been aimed at one specific mind all along. Caleb Rourke was never supposed to be the most important person in the room. Something on the other side of the portals decided otherwise.

As a young boy, Warren lost his parents to a wild beast attack in his village. Join him as he finds his way through the world full of dangers and surprises at every corner!

Lorsque les forces de deux mondes opposés s’entrechoquent, le chaos menace d’engloutir les univers. Seul un espoir subsiste : rassembler les neuf fragments de la force responsable de cette tragédie. Cet espoir, Koma va le saisir afin de retrouver qui il est vraiment, et affronter les dangers d’un monde où les pouvoirs peuvent être à la fois une bénédiction et une malédiction. Mais dans cette quête, la vérité sur lui-même pourrait être bien plus effrayante que ce qu’il imaginait…

Jun, a genius burdened with laziness, had his life flipped upside down after an encounter with a Riftwalker. Explore, alongside Jun, the mysteries of the Rift, its inhabitants, and the powers it bestows.

Ini adalah cerita macam mana seorang lelaki yang dah lama duduk berkurung di rumah, stress baru berhenti kerja dan sentiasa risau jadi orang paling merbahaya dalam bandar yang dia tinggal. Segalanya bermula bila ada sekumpulan penyagak dari kumpulan pakeda ambil handphone dia.

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A rift tore open above the moon, the bleed that spilled from this wound altered the course of human civilization. For Eric Rossvolt, life on the surface was a dead end of debt and regret, a former scholar with nothing to show for it, he takes the only way out left for him, a one-way ticket to the Moon as a paid conscript for the Lunar Exploration Force. The job description was simple: Survive, serve the military, and get paid. But, to walk among the stars, one must first surrender their humanity, and to conquer the void, a foreign substance must be introduced to one's blood that forces the soul to manifest its true shape and potential. Those who were not worthy and not have the potential would be swallowed by the void and become one with it the enemy of HUMANITY and GODS, but those who were worthy would open the become champion of HUMANITY and GODS. But Eric dismissed as a failure with zero potential and he was assigned to the bottom of the food chain, yet there is a difference between an empty vessel and an abyss. The system may have labeled him "Null," but perhaps being "Null" might be the most dangerous thing of all.

Hunger. Hunger was the first thing the boy felt when he opened his eyes. Around him, and beneath him, lay bodies. Dozens of them. Children. Children around his own age. All dead. The air smelled of damp stone and death. Sitting on his chest was a black crow. The bird tilted its head. The boy could not understand its words, but he somehow felt that the crow was telling him to wake the fuck up. Or something like that. Then it flew away. The boy watched it for a moment before slowly standing. He did not know where he was. He did not know who he was. He only knew one thing. He was hungry. And so he walked in the direction the crow had flown. ...... This is a world filled with monsters. A world where humanity hides behind walls. A world where the earth itself is layered like a wound. And this boy... His fate has yet to be written. Perhaps his path will lead toward a brighter future. Perhaps it will lead somewhere far worse. We will watch him grow. For better or for worse. Well. That is the story we are here to discover.

It seems a little pointless to write a diary when the world has, in a sense, ended. When I die it will simply drift about. When I die, how long will it be before my journal is found? When I die, will this diary die with me?

In a far distant future. The Earth was invaded by an alien race. Every living creature on the planet that they have captured. Humans or animals, they turn them into their mindless and disposable soldiers. On the verge of extinction, another alien race emerges and offer salvation to humans. They gave them a weapon. A bio-mechanical suit, able to harness the power of the rift. With this weapon they should be able to defend themselves and yet they are still unable to win the war due to the lack of humans suitable for the bio-mechanical suit. In order to have a higher chance of getting some humans suitable to control the so-called weapon. They decided to send the cryogenic pod back to the past in the hope that a more suitable human will find it and be awaken when the time is right.