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Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)

To break the gods, he must become worse than them. Raen Valor was once a nameless orphan, a shadow in the alleys of a dying empire. Now, reborn by the will of a forgotten Demon God, he walks a path of blood, betrayal, and stolen power. In a world where true power lies in Names—the sacred truths that define reality—Raen becomes a Thronedead, a forbidden being who devours the Names of gods, rewriting the laws of existence itself. But every name taken eats away at his soul. Every god slain brings him closer to madness, and the throne he seeks to destroy whispers temptations of its own. Alongside Lyra, a girl bound by forbidden magic and a haunting past, Raen ventures into cursed lands, unearths buried truths, and confronts horrors born from divine lies. Together, they will challenge the very foundation of the world. But can a man who devours identity remember who he truly is? Brutal. Philosophical. Unforgettable. Thronebreaker: The One Who Devours Names is a dark fantasy epic that weaves psychological depth, unique worldbuilding, and a power system unlike any you’ve seen before. ___________________________________ Join the Discord for updates, character art, announcements, and more: https://discord.gg/J9VsU5d7

A rat, that is what I am. Well, to be exact I'm a man rat. an abomination of untold proportions, a deviant to the beauty of mother nature. Born to inhabit the dirtiest of sewers and the deepest of holes. To hide away beneath the dirt only leaving to hunt down some of the weaker prey.  That is the race I was born into. The weakest of the weak, a fetid and miserable group whose hatred for one another is only beaten by our immense dislike for Goblins. Those scummy little green trash.  But me, I am an outlier to this, an anomaly of sorts. For I was not born a brainless buffoon who can only feel hatred and hunger. I was born intelligent.

My Husband Has Seven Names On her wedding day, Aria believes she's marrying the perfect man—until she discovers that her husband is known by seven different names, each tied to a mysterious past. As she searches for the truth, she uncovers a secret experiment, hidden identities, a forgotten orphanage, and a powerful organization willing to kill to bury the past. With shocking betrayals, long-lost family, deadly conspiracies, and unexpected allies, Aria and Adrian must uncover his true identity before time runs out. But the greatest twist is yet to come—the man she married may not be who he believes he is.

The modern world of magic has moved on. Magic of old no longer allowed in the new age. Deemed too barbaric for the contemporary world, magic skills and formulae have taken the country of Idraver by storm and with their arrival, heralding in a new age of magic. Decades later, a young man named Keldon, born without the ability to use skills, begins to experience strange dreams, and with them came the return of an ancient magic. Given an impossible task, what do his newfound powers mean? Or is their return merely a signal for the beginning of the final end.

Genre: Dark Supernatural Psychological Thriller / Tragic Romance Protagonist: Kaito Sena, 19 Setting: Kūro-shi — a fictional mid-sized Japanese city built across a river delta, where old industrial districts rot next to glass towers, and the fog never quite burns off before nightfall. Core Mystery: A girl was murdered in an alley searching for someone she had no reason to know. The next morning, she walked back into the world wearing her own face — and didn't remember dying at all.

In a world where power decides everything, every person is born with a rank that determines their fate. Hero. Genius. Or trash. When he woke up in that brutal world, the system marked him as something worse than weak. An extra.But what no one knows… is that even the most insignificant character can destroy the story.

In a world where being forgotten means disappearing, Aren Vale has a curse no one else carries—he remembers the people the world erases. When he meets Liora Wynn, a girl already fading from reality, Aren becomes the only person who can still see her, hear her, remember her name. As memories vanish and time runs out, the two cling to something fragile and dangerous: love. But remembering someone who is meant to disappear comes at a price. And the world never forgets those who defy it. A tragic supernatural romance about memory, loss, and the cost of loving someone the world has already let go.

On the night of the Festival of Lanterns, every flame in the sky goes out. By morning, a little girl has vanished. Not kidnapped. Not dead. Forgotten. No one remembers her existence. No one except Caelan Vey. As impossible events begin to spread across the kingdom, Caelan finds himself hunted by forces that insist some truths should never be remembered. Every clue draws him deeper into a centuries-old secret, where forgotten names, broken promises, and buried histories are tied together by an unseen hand. The more he uncovers, the more the world itself seems determined to erase the truth. And when even his own memories can no longer be trusted... How do you fight an enemy no one remembers?

Five boys grew up with nothing. No family. No history. No names. They were orphans — strangers to each other at first, then brothers in every way that mattered. When a kind volunteer gave them names and a brass locket with a faded photograph inside, they finally felt like they belonged somewhere. To each other, if nothing else. But the locket had a history older than any of them knew. And the names they were given were not new. They had been used before. Twenty years later the five men reunite and travel to Crescent House — an abandoned stone manor beside a dark lake three kilometers south of the town where they grew up. A place they have been drawn toward their entire lives without understanding why. A place the town has feared for generations. A place where a family disappeared in 1962 and was never found, leaving behind nothing but an empty dinner table and a brass locket. One night in that house will cost them everything. Something ancient lives in the lake beneath Crescent House. It does not hate them. It does not wish them harm the way a person wishes harm. It simply needs them. It has been preparing for them for twenty years, since before they had names, since before they had each other. It knows their fears and their loves and the exact shape of what each of them cannot bear to lose. And it has been very, very patient. By the time dawn comes, one of them will be gone. The ones who survive will carry what happened in that house for the rest of their lives — in their sleep, in their silence, in the specific way broken people learn to keep walking. But the story does not end with them. Because somewhere in Nainpur, in the same orphanage where five nameless boys once grew up, five new boys have arrived. No family. No history. No names. The cycle is turning again. *Some stories do not end. They return.*