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Synopsis: The Bastion of the Twelve (The Final Descent) ​The Bastion of the Twelve is a metaphysical epic tracing the journey of Haoran and Yuxiao as they lead a sanctuary of outcasts through the Forbidden Deep. The Archive, a divine machine of absolute order, treats their existence as a "narrative error" that must be corrected through total erasure. ​The heart of the story lies in the sanctuary’s Metallurgical Metamorphosis, where the city’s physical shell transforms through periodic elements to counter divine protocols. From the Tellurium Logic-Engines to the Thorium Nuclear Hearts, each transformation is a desperate attempt to stay written on the page of existence. ​The Tragedy of the Twin-Logic ​The core conflict is not just between the sanctuary and the Archive, but within the "Lattice of Will" that binds Haoran and Yuxiao. To protect the refugees, they must merge their souls into the city’s core, becoming the very syntax that holds the world together. However, the Archive’s final protocol—the Absolute Paradox—is designed to turn the two pillars of the sanctuary against one another. ​The Climax: The 5,000th Gate ​As the sanctuary reaches the final threshold of the 5,000th chapter, the Archive forces a "Resolution." The divine logic dictates that for the refugees to transition into a new, safe universe, the "Authors" of the rebellion—Haoran and Yuxiao—must be purged to balance the cosmic scales. ​The story concludes in a devastating Zero-Sum Strike: ​The Final Betrayal: Under the weight of the Archive’s corruption, the two protagonists are forced into a terminal duel. Their powers, which once resonated in perfect harmony, become polar opposites—one of absolute density and the other of absolute void. ​The Mutual Sacrifice: Realizing that the only way to break the Archive’s cycle is to leave the narrative entirely, they choose to kill each other simultaneously. By dying at each other’s hands, they create a "Logical Void" that the Creator God cannot fill. ​The Legacy: Their blood fuels the final transformation of the sanctuary into a Trans-Finite Realm, a world without a master. The refugees survive, but the book closes on the image of Haoran and Yuxiao’s armor drifting in the deep, locked in a final, lethal embrace. ​The book ends not with a victory, but with a Final Punctuation—the protagonists become the martyrs of their own story, ensuring that while they perish, their words remain unerasable.

[The pampering story has ended] For a hundred million, he bought her. "From today onward, you're mine, in body and soul." The man held her, declaring dominantly like an emperor. ... ... Lucas Walker: Xiaoye, you are the rib that God took out of me. Xiaoye: I spit, it is you who is the rib, your whole family is the rib. Baby A: Mommy, is a rib the same as a spare rib? Baby B: I like sweet and sour flavor.

Felix Maxwell was destined to be a loser, born on one of the weakest races and on the least favorable of situations, he was forced to face adversity head-on as he traveled across the vast universe where dangers laid in every corner, one day traveling in hopes of riches he stumbled upon a ruin where a supreme being laid imprisoned, in a stroke of bad luck the being laid its eyes on him and tried to take over his body, forcing itself upon him. But fate hadn't given up on him! He woke up in his younger body, 20 years in the past with the fallen being trapped in his soul. In his past life he had been a loser, giving up on things mid-way and never striving for greatness, he was a side character who made the strong shine even brighter, but not on this life. He swore to himself he would strive for glory, he would take advantage of his knowledge and emerge as a supreme being! ...... Novel Discord: https://discord.gg/XdrTrn9g This is my Patreon, everyone is welcomed to drop by! https://www.patreon.com/MidGard_Author

=== WSA 2025 - Silver Prize Winner === Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D ============================ Way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals. And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army. Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too. My Talent's Name Was Generator. Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like. So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me? Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back. I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls.

Felix Maxwell war dazu bestimmt, ein Verlierer zu sein. Geboren in einer der schwächsten Rassen und unter den ungünstigsten Umständen, war er gezwungen, Widrigkeiten direkt ins Auge zu blicken, während er durch das weite Universum reiste, wo in jeder Ecke Gefahren lauerten. Eines Tages, auf der Suche nach Reichtümern, stieß er auf eine Ruine, in der ein höheres Wesen gefangen war. In einem Moment des Pechs richtete das Wesen seinen Blick auf ihn und versuchte, seinen Körper zu übernehmen, indem es sich ihm aufzwang. Aber das Schicksal hatte ihn nicht aufgegeben! Er wachte in seinem jüngeren Körper auf, 20 Jahre in der Vergangenheit, mit dem gefallenen Wesen, das in seiner Seele gefangen war. In seinem früheren Leben war er ein Verlierer gewesen, der Dinge auf halbem Weg aufgab und nie nach Größe strebte. Er war eine Nebenfigur, die die Starken noch heller strahlen ließ, aber nicht in diesem Leben. Er schwor sich selbst, nach Ruhm zu streben, sein Wissen zu nutzen und als höheres Wesen aufzusteigen!

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal. Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out. Games, why are you fun?

=== WSA 2025 === Jauh sebelum aku lahir, duniaku sudah diinvasi. Sebenarnya, bukan hanya duniaku, seluruh alam semestaku dikuasai oleh alam semesta lain, dipimpin oleh satu ras yang menyebut diri mereka Para Abadi. Dan mereka sudah siap. Sangat siap. Setiap nyawa yang kita hilangkan dalam perang melawan mereka dimanfaatkan oleh mereka. Mereka tidak hanya membunuh orang, mereka menangkap jiwa mereka, menempa mereka menjadi Phantom, dan menggunakan jiwa-jiwa itu untuk mengubah binatang menjadi Abomination. Orang-orang kita yang mati menjadi pasukan mereka. Tiga ratus tahun kemudian, aku lahir. Seorang pria dengan energi yang terlalu banyak. Duduk diam? Mustahil. Bergerak lambat? Tidak mungkin. Aku selalu bergerak, selalu siap untuk beraksi. Kemudian aku terbangun, dan mendapatkan Bakat juga. Nama Bakatku adalah Generator. Karenanya, aku tidak pernah kehabisan energi. Selamanya. Ototku? Bertenaga super. Penyembuhanku? Lebih cepat. Staminaku? Tolong, aku bahkan tidak tahu bagaimana rasanya lelah. Jadi jika alam semesta ingin melibatkanku dalam perang tanpa akhir? Baiklah. Aku akan memberikan semua yang kumiliki sebagai balasannya. Aku tidak dilahirkan sebagai pahlawan. Tidak pernah ingin menjadi pahlawan. Tapi perang ini? Bukan hanya pertarungan alam semestaku lagi. Ini pertarunganku sendiri. Para Abadi memastikan hal itu ketika mereka mengambil jiwa orang tuaku.

=== WSA 2025 === Lange, lange und sehr lange bevor ich überhaupt geboren wurde, wurde meine Welt überfallen. Eigentlich nicht nur meine Welt, mein gesamtes verdammtes Universum wurde von einem anderen überrannt, angeführt von einer einzigen Rasse, die sich selbst die Ewigen nannten. Und sie waren vorbereitet. Sehr gut vorbereitet. Jedes Leben, das wir im Krieg gegen sie verloren, wurde von ihnen genutzt. Sie töteten die Menschen nicht nur, sie fingen ihre Seelen ein, schmiedeten sie zu Phantomen und nutzten die Seelen, um Bestien in Abscheulichkeiten zu verwandeln. Unsere Toten wurden zu ihrer Armee. Dreihundert Jahre später wurde ich geboren. Ein Typ mit viel zu viel Energie. Stillsitzen? Unmöglich. Es langsam angehen? Nicht möglich. Ich war immer in Bewegung, immer bereit, in Aktion zu treten. Dann erwachte ich und bekam auch ein Talent. Mein Talent hieß Generator. Deswegen ging mir nie die Energie aus. Niemals. Meine Muskeln? Aufgeladen. Meine Heilung? Schneller. Meine Ausdauer? Bitte, ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie sich Müdigkeit überhaupt anfühlte. Wenn das Universum also einen endlosen Krieg auf mich werfen wollte? Fein. Ich würde alles, was ich hatte, zurückwerfen. Ich wurde nicht als Held geboren. Wollte nie einer sein. Aber dieser Krieg? Es war nicht mehr nur der Kampf meines Universums. Es war meiner. Die Ewigen stellten das sicher, als sie die Seelen meiner Eltern nahmen.

Roland awakens with the memories of the life before his transmigration and gets a soul-bound card which makes him a good writer. He takes part in a national writing contest and submits his writing. But after hearing that the old king has died and there will be a new empress, he is overwhelmed by a wave of panic. Because the title of his work is Oh My, the Empress Is Pregnant, Who's the Father?

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p