continuity fiction

History is a lie written by five gods, and someone just deleted the author. When the absolute curse MAJEWA shatters the cosmic timeline, reality glitches—unleashing alternate, failed versions of history into the world as living weapons. Trapped in a collapsing memory loop, an ordinary traveler faces a brutal ultimatum: Define who you are mid-fight, or be permanently unwritten by a universe desperate for self-correction.

Existence is a script already written. But for those who can see the ink, the story is just beginning. In a world governed by the laws of Genesis, reality is a rigid structure where every life follows a predetermined path. The Primordials, born in the ancient eras, have long enforced this order, ensuring that no soul wanders from its intended fate. Every breath, every victory, and every death is already documented in the cosmic archives. But a fracture has appeared. One man has discovered the Unwritten—the metaphysical space between what is and what could be. By mastering the hidden currents of reality, he begins to seize control over the very laws that bind the world. He must navigate a landscape of ancient powers and cosmic hierarchies, where the gods themselves are merely characters following a script they did not write. He is not here to be a hero or a villain. He is here to claim the right that the Primordials have denied all others: The right to be the owner of his own story. By Zany ICX

The Empire endures by design. Behind the illusion of a child Emperor, power is administered by doctrine, logistics, and ritualized necessity. Magic—finite, transactional, and ruinously expensive—keeps famine at bay, borders intact, and order preserved. Its cost is never denied. Only distributed. When a forbidden ritual meant to secure the Empire’s future leaves dozens of children erased or hollowed, the event is quietly classified as a containment failure. All records align. All losses are accounted for. All but one. Aurel, a child officially declared dead, survives—bearing a residue of power that destabilizes sanctioned magic in his presence. He does not cast spells. He does not rebel. His existence alone interferes with the Empire’s carefully balanced systems. Judged too valuable to destroy and too dangerous to free, Aurel is placed under custodial oversight within a remote fort designed for containment, observation, and recalibration. His handler believes they are protecting a fragile ward. The system knows better. As proximity protocols tighten and experimentation escalates, the Empire reveals its true machinery: a world where practitioners are weapons, children are resources, and continuity is maintained through quiet replacement. Clerks adjust numbers. Committees refine thresholds. Losses are reclassified as acceptable. Aurel does not fight the Empire. He exposes it. And in doing so, forces those tasked with maintaining order to confront a question they have spent generations avoiding: How much can be lost before preservation becomes annihilation?

Adam Croft, a scientific prodigy was abducted. Not by man, neither aliens nor a sick god. He was abducted by the Devoid space. A world between existences. Good thing he had a self created cheat code, he mastered something impossible in a world as mundane as ours. Plunged into worlds where battle for survival is the norm and unable to return home. He must navigate the chaos of different worlds, struggle and scheme to get stronger with comrades and friends that his journey and battles shall bring him together with, those that shall live and those that will fall by the road on the climb to the peak. Experience Adam's journey as he breaks limits and discovers the secret of this multiverse, a journey to the apex of reality itself.

A man gets sent back in time by his lover after a decisive battle had ended in the death of both sides, it was a two sided losing war for everyone, now being sent back in time, will he be able to change the course of events or will it all happen the same again?

Concorde, a nation built because of chaos, brought down because of chaos. Witness how Concorde rose to power and how it fell.

O que é concórdia? você está pronto? ninguém segura o que não pode ser contido, as coisas são como devem ser, as traições são escondidas e devem ser mantidas escondidas, os segredos mechem, abalam, quem meche com que não deve acha o que não quer. Venha, mergulhe e descubra todos os segredos que abalam um grupo de pessoas no interior do Brasil, que serão asoladas por um segredo antigo, algo que nunca deveria ter sido desenterrado, uma vez que você faz o que não não deve há um preço a se pagar. Uma coisa é certa, nada é realmente real, e se salva não será nada fácil.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.