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"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

[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

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

She is the true daughter of a prestigious family in the Federation, who was lost outside and grew up in a garbage heap, and is also a waste with only F-level spiritual power. Her parents' abandonment and favoritism, the exclusion and framing by her green tea fake daughter sister, the cultivation sect in crisis. She can only regain her cultivation and turn the tide by participating in the Federation Planet's 'God Creation Game'! "No way? Someone with only F-level spiritual power can also enter the 'God Creation Game'?" "Maybe just to make up the numbers." "With only 3 attack points, even a gust of wind can kill her, right?" Josh, the sickly waste not favored by everyone, casually summoned a Divine-level Monster in the dimension. Just when everyone thought she was going to kill all sides, she smiled slightly: "Open for fortune-telling, divining the location, weaknesses, and treasures of monsters, looking at dimension feng shui, monster physiognomy, one divination for 3000 points, scan the code to pay, thank you!" Barrage: "What's wrong! 3000 points, what idiot would go there! She's a fraud!" Contestant: "Me me me! I want a reading, I want a reading!" "I was here first!" "Don't cut in line!" Barrage: "......" Are these the star contestants they've fostered with points?

Meredith Carter var engang sin floks stolthed – indtil Måneforhekselsen stemplede hende som ulveløs, uønsket og en skændsel. Ydmyget, forladt og afvist af sin skæbnebestemte mage troede hun, at Månegudinden havde svigtet hende. Men hendes forbandelse kom med en grusom bivirkning – vilde, ukontrollerbare feromoner, der gjorde mænd vanvittige af lyst og afsky. En duft så berusende, at den gjorde hende til et mål. Den aften, hun blev stødt bort, da hendes feromoner kom ud af kontrol, gjorde Alfa Draven Oatrun – den mest frygtede og urørlige Alfa i kongeriget – i stedet krav på hende. Men Draven ønsker ikke kærlighed. Han ønsker hende ikke engang. Hans grunde til at gifte sig med hende har intet med skæbnen at gøre. Kastet ind i en verden af hensynsløs politik, dødelige fjender og en mage, der kun ser hende som en brik i et spil, må Meredith kæmpe for at overleve, genvinde sin værdighed og afsløre hemmelighederne bag sin forbandelse. For noget er ved at vågne i hende. Noget magtfuldt. Noget… ældgammelt. Og når sandheden afsløres, vil ikke engang Alfa Draven kunne modstå, hvad hun bliver til. Afvist. Forbandet. Begæret. Udvalgt. Vil Meredith bryde fri fra sin skæbne? Frem for alt, hvad er denne mystiske kraft, der presser hende til at starte en krig? — Uddrag: "Du har måske gjort krav på mig," hviskede Meredith, hendes violette øjne brændende af trods, "men du kommer aldrig til at eje mig." Draven udstødte en lav, farlig latter. Hans gyldne øjne glimtede, da han fangede hende, hans tilstedeværelse kvælende. "Eje dig?" Hans stemme var fløjl og stål. "Lille ulv, jeg behøver ikke at eje dig." Han strøg en lok sølvhvidt hår om bag hendes øre – en berøring så let, at den alligevel sendte kuldegysninger ned ad ryggen på hende. "For om du kan lide det eller ej…" Hans ånde strejfede hendes hud. "Din krop reagerer allerede på mig." Meredith spændte kæberne og ignorerede den forræderiske varme, der samlede sig dybt i hende. Det var feromonerne. Det måtte det være. "Jeg hader dig," fremtvang hun. "Godt," smirkede Draven. For had var bare en anden form for besættelse.

Lola er et uønsket barn, der ofte bliver set ned på og udskammet. I en ung alder blev folk ved med at sige, at selv når hun blev gift, ville kun uduelige slyngler have hende! Flere år senere vender Lola tilbage for at kappe båndene til sin familie en gang for alle, da to børn klamrer sig til hendes ben og siger; “Mor, må vi ikke nok adoptere dig!” “Mor, far savner dig så meget! Han sagde, at han vil have endnu en baby!” Da alle kun var interesserede i Lolas elendighed, annoncerede den rigeste og mest indflydelsesrige rigmand: “Min hustru, kom venligst hjem.”

A cat... That is also a warlock... That likes to eat ghosts. --- Mater Evol Heracy was a prideful warlock in his past life. But he successfully escaped his ill-fated to a new world. Unfortunately for him, he has become a cat. Mater found himself in the modern 21st century that filled with horrors in every nook and cranny of this haunted city. Coincidentally, ghosts are exactly what he needs to grow his power. "I shall feasts upon all the horrors and become the one and only Darklord. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" -- https://discord.gg/QMDetEzXaj

The story follows Bai Liu, who, after losing his job, becomes involved with multiple unavoidable horror live-streaming games full of various monsters and players with killing intent, putting the players’ lives at stake.

A sudden and unprecedented event occurred and took place on Earth. A fissure instantly appeared in the clear blue sky, revealing a void devoid of any light beyond, instantly covering the whole planet, leaving no Life, no Hell, and no Paradise behind... Hence the start of a new chaos and a great beginning of life devoid of any hope began. In this apocalypse and lawless world without any limits set upon its beings, a silent dark wisp took form. A wisp that was bound to become the Horror of All was born... "Wait… I’ve become a Ghost?!" _______________________________ Bonus Chapter; Power Stones, 200 PS = 1 Chapter 400 PS = 2 Chapters 600 PS = 3 Chapters ... Golden Ticket, 100 GT = 1 Chapter 200 GT = 2 Chapters 300 GT = 3 Chapters.

Standalone horror stories, approximately 500 to 1000 words per chapter, with each story fully independent of the others. If a character's name appears in multiple stories, it should not imply a connection between them unless explicitly noted otherwise.