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After the world's annihilation, it was rebuilt. Upon the edge of a perilous cliff, skyscrapers rose anew. Those called the Chosen thrived behind the scenes of reality, walking in the shadows of history, wielding extraordinary powers, and receiving admiration and reverence. Some say they are fated by destiny, one in tens of thousands. Yet Ji Jue has no interest in such destiny. He only wishes to one day, see the scenery that lies beyond destiny. '...' The chronicler paused the pen here, looking at the greasy-handed mechanic: 'So, this is your reason for disrupting the international order, trafficking forbidden weapons, funding subversive organizations, inciting a polar war, and plotting to secretly rule the world?' 'It's none of my damn business!' Ji Jue rolled his eyes, 'I'm just a damn mechanic!'

"An eye for an eye." Amber’s life was shattered the day her parents were killed. They only wanted to live freely, but the royals had other plans. While traveling to fulfill a three-year promise, her family was ambushed. Amber survived, but her parents did not. To cover her escape and hide the truth of her survival, she staged the explosion of their car, leaving behind three clones, decoy bodies, burned beyond recognition. With the enemies believing her family was gone, Amber set out to bury her parents properly, determined to give them the dignity they deserved. Then she learned who they had promised to help, and made an unexpected demand: "I’ll help you... if you marry me. A five-year engagement. A five-year marriage. You have no choice but to accept." ***** "If they didn't want such a law abiding one, then we shall burry this company in the underground. They will regret ever taking action towards us." Ashton declared and his already cold demeanor turned even colder and blood thirsty. ***** After giving him a strong head butt, Amber pointed at him angrily, "Get your head straight and remember this, the reason why I am also here is to support you. The moment that contract was signed I have vowed to protect you as well." Do read my other stories: SHE'S THAT KNIGHT KNOWN AS ZERO (COMPLETED) COMING FOR THE LAST FOURTEENTH (COMPLETED) RESTARTING CHAPTER BOOK FINALE (COMPLETED) REBIRTH: STUBBORNLY FUFILLING A PROMISE (COMPLETED) LEFT BEHIND BY TIME (COMPLETED)

Born into darkness, Lucius is marked by an infernal curse—the Mark of the Abyss. This unholy sigil endows him with powers that defy mortal comprehension, yet seals his fate: servitude, rejection, and a grim demise. Embark on a journey with Lucius as he unravels the hidden truth behind the Marks, battles to carve out a destiny of his own, and strikes back against the cruel fate imposed upon him. In a world that shuns him for his cursed existence, Lucius will forge unlikely alliances to challenge those who scorn him. He is driven by a relentless desire to claim a place for himself and his loved ones, no matter the cost. Prepared to plunge into the darkest depths of depravity, Lucius is poised on the brink of a harrowing journey. The ultimate enigma remains: what awaits him in the abyss of his ambitions? Content Warning: -Dark Fantasy and Themes -Includes R18 Content - gore - death -this book is a writing project some grammar and techniques are amateur because this book is written as a stream of consciousness and the writing style and techniques evolve and change in some places

The child prodigy who lost his parents due to a catastrophic event. Soon follows his journey to reclaim the honor that was taken away from him. And as he travels throughout the continent, he may unravel the truth and lies hidden between the faces of darkness. Artirian Reginald Cartelan. "I who prevail, as I hold my destiny"

I never believed that there is an 'afterlife'. Similarly, I also never believed that reincarnation, rebirth, transmigration, or any other bullcrap related to it, were real either. I died as a loser, and that's my choice...well, not really, but I was never really the guy who aimed high, I just accepted whatever's thrown my way and made do with it. In my mind, life/living is already hard, why make it more complicated for yourself? Dreams? Lofty goals? Prized possessions? I never had any of those and I don't miss what I never had to begin with. With all of this, tell me why? Why, amongst all the damn people on earth who will be willing kill for this opportunity, was I the one to transmigrate? And what the hell is this situation? Why did I found myself transmigrated into a world, or more specifically - a story, that I'm familiar with? Wasn't this the world of the Inverted Spires from the 'Tales of the Martial God'? Out of all the worlds they could throw me in, it had to be this? What the hell? The entire plot of this story was 'crack treated seriously' or a 'random 3am thoughts'!! Why here! God! Come out an explain!? And what the hell do you mean by giving me this 'Unparalleled Comprehension' crap!? For free, too! What exactly do you want from me!?

With the introduction of a new vaccine to combat the Corona virus, the whole world finally started going back to normal. The quarantine was scrapped, travel bans were lifted and offices, malls and theatres all over the globe started opening up. Things were looking especially good for Ray until a deadly new strand of COVID-19 forced the world to go into lockdown once again. But little did Ray know that the lockdown would be the least of his worries. The mutated virus has started to transform their hosts into deranged monsters with only one thing on their mind: Human Flesh. Will Ray, who has lived most of his life playing video games on his computer, be able to survive this increasingly dangerous new world all the while protecting the ones he loves most? Book Cover credits:- [email protected]

[SCENE START] "Get the fuck out of here, you broke-ass, miserable Mandorian piece of shit!" the wealthy DI'an resident sneered, aggressively adjusting the cuffs of his ridiculously expensive suit. "Get the fuck out of our country, you bottom-feeding peasants!" The man in the poorly dressed uniform stood his ground, glaring right back with pure defiance. "I am not poor, and I am not going anywhere! I'm a legal resident of this shithole just like you, so take your elite corporate entitlement and shove it straight up your tight fucking ass!" "Oh? You wanna play hardball?" the DI'an resident laughed, a dark, cartoonishly evil grin spreading across his face. "Let me show you what a real corporate beatdown looks like, you pathetic broke fuck!" "And... CUT! Cut!" a director yelled from the background. "Beautiful! That was absolutely perfect. Exactly the scene I wanted!" [SCENE END] I instantly dropped my evil smirk, let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, and looked right at the screen. Yeah, aren't you? I am talking to you. Mr. Reader, or Mrs., or... whatever it is. Just—look, Reader. Listen up. Let me properly introduce myself. I am the actual Narrator of the story you are about to read. Yeah, I just took a minor acting role in this cheap propaganda ad because I needed to scrape together some extra revenue on the side. The economy is absolute shit right now. Now, you are probably staring at your screen, looking at our tags, and thinking, 'Oh boy, they placed this story into the Fantasy category! Is it a standard fantasy story?' Let me stop you right fucking there. No. There won't be any majestic dragons, no pointy-eared elves, no generic magic systems, and definitely no standard-issue Demon Lord waiting at the end to get punched in the face. So why the hell did we choose the 'Fantasy' tag then? Well, let me explain the logic. The events in this story are entirely disconnected from real life, taking place in a completely different world with its own strange rules, massive scale, and alternate dimensions. We couldn't exactly throw this into 'Realistic Fiction' or 'Urban.' But honestly? The platform simply didn't have a better box for us to check. If I had the power to accurately name the actual genre of this novel, it would be a Pseudo-Corporate, Geopolitical Comedy. I know. It sounds ridiculously long, incredibly stupid, and a bit ridiculous. But it is whatever the fuck it is. We didn't have any other options. So, look. This story might not be exactly what you were expecting when you clicked that tag. You have a choice right now: you can either jump into Chapter 1, or you can get the hell out based entirely on what I am telling you right now. And yeah, yeah, I know it has literally been six months since we launched and we are just now updating our old, horribly vague synopsis. I have been busting my ass writing the main chapters, okay? I know this story is vastly different from the usual fantasy novels you see in this category. Some people might not click with it, and that is completely fine. But it's up to you. You can give it a try, or don't— AHEM. A loud, highly pointed, aggressively fake cough echoed from off-stage. I rolled my eyes, glaring at the Author. Alright, alright, I get it! The synopsis ends here. I am going to write the new chapter now before this guy fires me. Byeeeeee.

In a Multiverse governed by "Fate," where the "Sons of Providence" are born with supreme luck to become the heroes of their worlds, Fang Yuan is born as an anomaly. Awakened with the Multiversal Villain System, he discovers a cruel truth: he is destined to be the "Stepping Stone"—the powerful villain whose only purpose is to be defeated by the hero to fuel their growth. ​But Fang Yuan has no intention of playing a losing game. ​Armed with the ability to see the "Threads of Fate" and the "Golden Opportunities" of others, Fang Yuan begins a cold-blooded journey across the 81 Heavens. He doesn't just fight; he harvests. He lets the heroes find the legendary treasures, only to snatch them at the last second. He lets them build sects and empires, only to turn them into his own resources.

They called me a battery. Plug in, drain dry, discard. For three years, I healed every wound the Darkflame Guild inflicted on others—while they inflicted new ones on me. Then they killed my only friend to buy my silence. They should have killed me instead. Now I have a new ability: Decay. Every touch I give looks like healing. But inside, I'm counting down the hours until their powers crumble from within—naturally, untraceable, perfectly fatal. I've joined a new guild. I smile at my enemies every morning. I heal them when they ask. And one by one, they're going to rot.

The mighty heavens exist, ruling over all things. Those favored by its will are granted power and fortune, while those who dared to oppose it perished, leaving none behind. This is the tale of a man who once defied the heavens, underwent multiple reincarnations, and returned once more to the cultivation world. But here’s the twist. This young man remembers nothing of his past lives and is simply a teenager from Earth. How will he who has no knowledge of cultivation and experience in fighting, survive this grim world while being an inner disciple of a lower realm force, or so Xiao chen, the teenager thought till he heard a systematic sound in his mind. [Ding! Host has awakened the heaven's destined villain system!]