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In a world desiccated by the Great Thirst, the last remnant of life is the Aqua Vitae—a miraculous subterranean font that provides Water, Energy, and Residual Magic as a single, inseparable essence. For decades, the ruthless Soladorn Syndicate has maintained absolute power by controlling the Aqua Vitae. From their monolithic Spire, they violently separate the W.E.R.M., rationing it to control the populace and hoarding the potent magic for themselves. The system is stable. The control is total. But the source is dying.

In the country of Erilea, wolf society has no mercy for Omegas, the lowest rank. As an omega Artemis’s goal in life is simple; make enough money and escape with the pups and her sister to a safer place. However, until then she has a double life she must maintain where even the slightest mistake could have her killed. Her life takes a turn when she meets a dying Alpha in the forest. Despite the risk she decides to help the high rank. She hopes that fateful encounter will be the first and last she sees of him. Unfortunately, fate has other plans and she soon finds herself in his presence again. What's more, he's searching for her. Now the secret she’s tried so hard to keep hangs on the balance of how well she can fool him. What she doesn't expect is to get pulled into his world and uncover a conspiracy that will shake the foundations of the country.

Kris Riot is a man forced into living in the wilderness of Alaska. He gets more than he bargained for when he saves a stranger from death. Litte was he prepared for the troubles that soon followed.

While clashing with a dangerous monster in a world far away, Wan Jinju loses his consciousness only to wake up someplace else where the only memory he has remaining is of his name and identity as a human - that, too, because of a tag engraved in runes on his holding cell. Trapped inside a prison! Not as one of the heroes, but as an experiment specimen? Miraculously, an unfamiliar band of adventurers happened to be raiding that exact place - giving Jinju a chance to encounter some of his own race kin. A great curse awaits at the end of this dungeon, that deceives all who seek a reward. "Sometimes to win is to lose a whole lot more than simply losing in the beginning." The world is continuously threatened and terrorized by countless demons ever since the invention of inter-dimensional travel and the discovery of magic. Demon hunting factions exist, but each with their own moral compass. With the full freedom of many dimensions and species, humans must compete in an ever-raging battle for survival. The aspiring demon hunter Wan Jinju was a weak guy who built himself from the ground up. No talent-at-birth, no plot armor, no special skills or saviors by his side. Just himself and a world-crushing hunger for improvement with a willpower greater than his own body can handle. But when competing against others more gifted than him, is he worthy? Can he hope to achieve success when luck and fate are not in his favor? It all changes when... Jinju obtains a very special power with a rarity of 1-in-infinity that doesn't require any external assistance in the form of 5th dimensional "system" assistants. But little does he know how much damage it causes to him, and to everyone else each time he uses it. He must find a cure to his new world-ending disease before every single universe out there is engulfed into pure nothingness. Even his own death would not be enough to stop the disaster. Can he survive in a multiverse full of worlds filled with heroes of all ages, races, shapes and dimensions? It all comes down to... 111. _______________ Alternate names: [111], [World Hunting], [111: World Hunt], [111:WH] Text (c) Distil 2026 Cover image (c) Distil 2026 All rights reserved. This story is participating in the WSA 2026 contest. 25k views on 11 July 2026 #1 Book of the Week on 13 July 2026 #6 Book of the Month on 19 July 2026

4 RASCALS - Demon Hunts Fb page: 4 Rascals - Demon Hunts https://www.facebook.com/share/1DHWzPd3kV/?mibextid=wwXIfr Four students. Four different lives. One fate. When an ancient seal is broken, monsters and demons return to Earth, threatening humanity with extinction. Recruited by the secret Bureau of Paranormal Earth Defense (BPED), Ark, Nori, Geo, and Hans discover hidden powers that could change the world—or destroy it. As powerful Class S Demons rise and the Great Tribulation begins, the four unlikely friends must stand together against an enemy born from fear, darkness, and human greed. The battle for humanity starts with four rascals.

They always come the same way. A boy nobody notices. A ruined background. A lucky encounter no one can explain. Then, before the world understands what it’s watching, he becomes the protagonist—the one Heaven seems to favor, the one fate bends for, the one who survives what should have killed him. And when that kind of person rises, someone else pays the price. In Ji Wuyuan’s first life, the price was his family. The Ji Clan didn’t fall in battle. It didn’t lose to politics. It didn’t die slowly with age and decline. It was erased in a single, clean sweep—burned out of history by a righteous genius everyone called a hero. Ji Wuyuan remembers the screams. He remembers the fire. He remembers standing helpless while the world applauded his destruction. Then he opens his eyes again. Eight years old. Back in the Ji Clan. Back when the courtyards are still peaceful, the elders still argue over small matters, and the future hasn’t arrived yet. This time, Ji Wuyuan doesn’t make the mistake of believing in fairness. He smiles. He listens. He plays the obedient child. And behind that warmth, something colder watches everything—counting debts, measuring threats, memorizing names. Because Ji Wuyuan isn’t trying to become a king. Kings can be replaced. Dynasties can be toppled. He wants something that outlives thrones. He will build a clan so deep-rooted and so well-armed that when the next protagonist appears—when fate tries to raise another “hero” to crush him—there will be no room left for miracles. Only walls. Only blades. Only loyal men who won’t hesitate. In this life, Ji Wuyuan won’t wait for destiny to knock. He will meet it on the road… and teach every chosen one the same lesson: The era of protagonists is over. Now, the hunt begins.

A 10-year-old’s nightmare should end when the alarm rings, but for Han-eol, waking up is where the true terror begins. In a world where magic determines worth and the line between monster and man is razor-thin, Han-eol wears a perfect, smiling mask to shield his sister from the creeping rot of reality. But beneath the laughter lies a boy drowning in phantom pain and a system that labels him as a blank anomaly. As the elite halls of S-Academy clash with visceral, shadows-born horrors, those who smile the brightest often bleed the darkest. How long can you play the hero before you realize the reflection staring back at you is the monster you fear the most? i have decided to upload in RoyalRoad too and my account name is nov_5_2023. This is written for confirmation

Astrid Bennett, a brilliant scientist, was once lost but now returns to her biological family the powerful Bennetts after 18 years. As she reenters their lavish world, she uncovers dark secrets and treachery, especially from her adopted "sister," Iona, who had orchestrated an attack on her. Astrid must navigate a toxic family dynamic filled with manipulation, jealousy, and violence while holding onto her principles and desire for justice. With tensions rising, Astrid faces a battle for her rightful place in the Bennett household and against those who wish to see her fall.

They say the dead don't speak. They're wrong. They speak through the ones left behind in the way a widow's hands shake just a little too rehearsed, in the way a grieving father's eyes go dry three seconds before they fill, in the way a weeping man's voice breaks on cue, like he's done it before. Elena Voss hears everything. She is the city's most beloved grief counselor. The woman you call when the darkness becomes too heavy to carry alone. She has held more broken people than she can count. She has witnessed grief in its most naked, most savage form. She has also learned something the living don't know. Most people don't grieve the ones they've lost. They grieve getting caught. Elena knows this because she listens. She has always listened. But lately lately she has been doing more than listening. She just can't remember what. The hours disappear without warning. She wakes on the bathroom floor at 3am still dressed. She finds receipts in her coat pocket for places she has never been. She finds things in her apartment that shouldn't be there. Things she cannot explain. Things that frighten her in ways she refuses to name even to herself. Last week, two of her clients died. The police call it coincidence. Detective James calls it interesting. He keeps coming back to Elena not because he suspects her, but because no one knew these victims like she did. No one sat inside their darkest rooms. No one heard what they whispered in the dim quiet of her office when they thought confession was the same thing as safety. Elena is trying to help him. Elena is also terrified of what he might find. Because something is happening to her that she cannot explain and cannot stop and cannot tell anyone not her colleagues, not her doctor, not the detective who keeps looking at her like she is both the answer and the question. She is losing herself. Piece by piece. Hour by hour. In the spaces between one breath and the next. And somewhere underneath the losing underneath the fear and the exhaustion and the black holes where her memory should be something else is rising. Something patient. Something certain. Something that has been waiting a very long time to finish what it started. There is a man who comes to Elena every Thursday at four o'clock. He weeps beautifully. He speaks of his dead wife with his voice low and his eyes half-closed, the way people do when they want you to believe their pain is too heavy for words. Elena doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about him. She doesn't know why her hands go cold every time he walks through her door. She doesn't know why, three nights ago, she woke on her bathroom floor at 3am with his name written on the inside of her wrist. She doesn't know a lot of things. Something inside her knows all of them.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"